Chapter 21 Attack of the Family

BPOV

After agreeing with me, Edward hopped out the truck and came around to my side to open my door.

"My Lady," he said with a smirk and a slight bow, holding out his hand to help me down.

"Why thank you sir," I replied, attempting to sound British.

"Not a problem," he snorted.

"What? What was that laugh about?"

"Oh, nothing honey."

"No," I said, crossing my arms and pouting like a small child, "tell me why you were laughing at me."

"I'm sorry baby. I was laughing at your accent; it sounded funny because it had a southern twang."

"Oh," I whispered, unfolding my arms. "The concept of a British accent having a southern twang doe sound funny, so I guess will let you off the hook."

By this point we had reached the picnic tables where everyone else was seated. I put my hands on his face to bring his mouth closer to mine so I could kiss him, when I heard a gasp from beside us.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," came a shriek from Edwards pixie of a sister. She wrenched my hand from Edwards face and started tugging me along.

"Alice," I huffed, yanking my hand back, "I am not a doll. You cannot pull me to wherever you want me."

"I'm sorry Bella. I am just so excited," she finished with a bounce and clap of her hands.

"And why are you excited Pixie," I asked with a smirk.

"Because, you are engaged silly," she squealed loudly enough for everyone to hear her.

Edward, having caught up with us, wrapped his arms around my waist, letting his chin rest on my shoulder.

"What makes you say that Pixie," he chimed in.

"Well," she huffed, grabbing my wrist again. "You don't wear such a large rock on that particular finger, if you are not engaged."

Everyone crowded around us, clamoring to see the ring and congratulate us. After what seemed like a lifetime they finally moved away from us, allowing us passage to the food table. We made ourselves a plate and squished ourselves in at the long table.

"So," started Emilia, one of my cousins, "whens the wedding? How'd he propose? Was it romantic? I bet it was romantic!..."

"Don't know, in the meadow at nights, and yes."

"Huh?"

"Those were the answers to your questions. We haven't set a date yet, though I don't know how long I can wait to be Mrs. Cullen."

I looked up at Edward, whose arm was wrapped around me, as I said this. He smiled down at me and gave my shoulder a squeeze.

"Yes, I don't want to wait long either, even if have only known each other for a year. In my eyes that is too long."

I nodded my head in agreement.

"And when am I getting' my grandbabies," chimed Esme?

"Mother!"

"No, Edward, its fine. Esme, we haven't discussed that either, but we have talked about having children. We know we both want them, but I think we are leaving that in the Lords hands after the wedding. Until then we are still using protection."

"Gah, too much information Bella," she replied as her and Carlisle covered their ears.

"Then don't ask questions you don't want answers to. Besides, everything they've asked a question about is our prerogative. If we want help with the wedding we will ask for it, and babies certainly don't concern them until I am pregnant."

"I know sweet girl," Edward replied with a kiss to my temple.

EPOV

Trying to avoid our families attempt at embarrassing us, Bella and I suggested a game of tag football. Although Bella is not always coordinated, according to her cousins she can command a football team like no other.

"I think this should be girls versus guys," said Rose, my ever competitive sister.

"Yeah," chimed the rest of the girls. There were so many people though that other games like basketball and baseball were started as well. Even the little kids had their own games going.

"Oh Edward dear," taunted my Bella from her side of the field. "You are going down honey."

"Sure sweetie, whatever you ay dear," I sarcastically replied.

"Okay Edward," Emmett said as his slap on my back pitched me forward. "No flirting with the enemies."

"Oh please big brother, like you didn't remove you shirt for Rosalie benefit."

"I," he haughtily replied, puffing his chest out, "removed my shirt to distract the enemy. And you, brother dearest, should do the same."