(Bella POV)
I leaned my head into Edward's hand cupping my cheek. "I can't believe you're real." I laugh to myself. Edward chuckles along with me.
"Well I am." He leans down and presses his lips to mine. I sit upright and scoot onto his lap. I tangle my fingers into his hair and tug roughly, his lips never leaving mine.
I swear I'm falling for this man.
We get interrupted by the phone ringing. I sigh against Edward's mouth, but he pulls me tighter. "Ignore it." He mutters and pulls me in again.
I'm captured by his lips and the rough sounds emanating from him.
I ignore the phone.
"You... should..." Edward starts in between kisses, "take... a week off work." He says the last part in one breath before kissing me harder.
I squirm against him, his fingers digging into my sides.
I pull back and look at him seriously. "Why?"
"Let me take you somewhere nice. Get away from all the snow for a bit. Have it just be us." He kisses my nose. I'm still sitting on his lap, straddling him. My hands are still in his hair. I move my glance to around the room, avoiding eye contact. The house is clean; completely and utterly.
It's crazy.
With my day at work Edward stayed home and tidied up the entire house. I should feel somewhat violated because everything is clean, even my room, but I don't. Instead I'm happy he's around. It's a great feeling.
"I'll consider it." I smile at him and lean in for another kiss.
...
I end up giving in. Edward mentions it to Angela one day while dropping me off to work and she is more excited about it than I am. Angela even takes me out for a shopping spree the day before Edward and I are supposed to head off to the surprise destination. Edward knows where we are going, of course he does, he's the one who picked it! I, on the other hand, have no idea. I was only told to pack for warm weather and beautiful scenery. Edward being Edward, handed me some money which I kindly refused, then gave it to Angela and told us to have a nice day out.
Damn rich prick.
Well, actually, he's a sweetheart, but I am in no means only after him for his money. I really don't want people to think that. I don't even care about the money, I don't care that Edward's taking me anywhere. I just care about him. I'm just happy to be with him.
"Bella," Angela says again. "Snap out of it! This is our last day together for a week. I want you conscious of every moment!" She laughs and twirls in the pink flower dress she's wearing. "I love this."
"Angela, it's like minus two outside." I look out the shop window to the blizzard. Yes, it's snowing.
Again.
Maybe it is a good idea to get out of here for a little while...
"For the summer. Don't you think Ben will like it? Maybe if we go somewhere nice for our honeymoon I can wear it." Angela giggles to herself and does another spin. She never really gets this girly. "I wish I could bring you and Edward on the honeymoon, it's so fun when we all get together."
"When are you getting married Angela?" I ask abruptly.
She frowns. "Bells, you're in a pissy mood. I don't know. Sometime next year. Geesh."
"You're a lot like-"
"Like who?" Angela places her hands on her hips.
Alice.
"No one." I shake my head. "You're just acting more girly."
"Sorry this is the first time I get to splurge. We both grew up counting pennies. You have to agree that it's nice to be able to go somewhere and get what you want." Angela tells me, still frowning.
"It is, but I don't want Edward's money."
"He doesn't either. He wants to spend it fairly."
"Now you're just quoting him."
"You can't feel bad about taking his money. He offered, he explained why he doesn't want it. He wants us to have a nice day out and you honestly need new clothes for going out on vacation. Like seriously, your plaid shorts and khakis are what Edward will be wearing."
"I sure hope Edward doesn't wear plaid booty shorts."
Angela laughs. "Oh Bella, I can see why he loves you. I do, too." She disappears back into the change room and not a moment later the sales lady comes back with an armful of clothes.
"You should try all these on." She says pleasantly. "Your friend shouldn't be the only one having fun."
"Thank you." I look at the clothes. "I'm just not that comfortable with myself to try on a bunch of clothes and strut my 'stuff'."
"I can tell. It's okay, too. There is nothing wrong with that. But your friend strictly said that you need a new wardrobe to go on vacation. Are you two travelling together?"
"No, my boyfriend is taking me somewhere. I don't know where yet though. He's leaving that a surprise."
"Aw," The lady smiles. "In that case, try these on. You can stay in the change room, but try them on. You don't have to strut your stuff until you're on vacation with that boyfriend of yours." She hands me the variety of clothes. I swear there's enough to redo my wardrobe. All different colours, too.
I give in with a sigh.
...
"You look tired." Edward comments when I walk inside of my apartment. He's in the kitchen stirring something in a saucepan. "Good thing I'm making dinner."
"Finally, a guy that can cook."
"Never dated a guy that can cook?"
"Nope." My mouth pops the 'p'. "But I sure as hell dated a few that know how to dial the pizza place." I scrunch my face up in disgust. "I've had enough pizza to last me a lifetime."
"Good thing I'm making stir fry." Edward pauses. "That is a good thing, right?"
"Yes," I laugh and set down all the bags on the floor beside me. I close the door and lock it. When I kick off my shoes, I hear Edward click the stove off and walk out into the living room to help me with my bags.
"Looks like you had a long day."
"I did."
"Did you have fun?" I can hear the hesitance in his voice. "I know shopping isn't your thing."
"I had a good day. Angela and I never really get out anymore. I remember in high school, every Friday we'd go to the movies even if we hated the movie that was playing. It was just something to do. We'd count all our pennies to be able to have enough cash. We never once bought candy or popcorn; couldn't afford it. It was still some of the best times of my life."
"Sounds like fun. Maybe you should go to the movies again sometime."
"She wants the four of us to get together again." I tell him as we head to the bedroom, bags in hand. "You can just set those aside. I'll pretty much just pack everything. Wow, I can't believe we're actually going on vacation."
"It's been awhile since I've had a vacation. Not that I do tough work. I don't think I could run a business."
"No, just the mafia." I roll my eyes.
He chuckles, "I don't do much. I've always pictured being a fire fighter. Even in my teens. Even now. I want to help people."
"And you do."
"In your eyes. It's just not what I wanted for myself." He turns to face me, a grim line set on his mouth. I walk over and wrap my arms around him.
"I think you're pretty fucking spectacular." I press myself against him. I close my eyes and rest my head on his chest. I feel his arms wrap tightly around me as he picks me up taking me by surprise. I gasp.
"Edward!" I laugh.
"My lady seems to have been on her feet all day." He carries me out into the kitchen and sets me down at the table. "And I'm sure she's hungry."
"She sure is." I pat my stomach.
And she won't admit, but she is also excited for tomorrow.