Disclaimer: All Twilight related characters belong to S. Meyer.

A/N: More fluff, more fun. Although, you may want to be sitting down when you read this one. Don't want you to trip on any lemons or anything *whistles*

Foul Territory

Epilogue 2

On our one-year anniversary of meeting each other, I sat in the bleachers at AT&T Park with Angela, watching the Giants game as I had 365 days ago. He was a mere speck from these seats but I could see him clearly. The timing and location were symbolic and serendipitous and they spurred selfish desires in my head. I was sitting with my hands in my lap, wringing my fingers and wondering. Do you think?

Maybe?

Was this the day?

Eventually Angela reached over and untangled my fingers. She squeezed my hand and I relaxed.

Edward and I had talked about marriage more since Christmas. Feelings and futures and plans. Nothing concrete though. No ring shopping or anything.

I watched the players run back to the dugout as the innings changed. I peeked back up at the scoreboard. He had said he was a "pitcher's mound and scoreboard" kind of guy. What did that mean?

"Bella," Angela scolded.

I snapped my head around and stared determinately at the field. Fine.

After the non-proposal game, I walked Angela to the BART station before heading back to Edward's – no, our apartment. I was still getting used to that fact but saying "our" anything gave me goosebumps.

I had dinner planned for the evening, forgoing a fancy meal out so that we could spend a comfortable evening in with good food. Edward had just returned from a week long road trip to Chicago and Houston earlier that morning and I was glad to have him home. That was the hardest part about living in the same apartment. Feeling truly lonely when he was gone. I had been at work when he arrived home from the airport this morning and I couldn't wait to see him.

Kiss him.

Jake met me at the door with his usual yips and swishing tail. I gathered him in my arms and kissed his furry head before I made my way into the kitchen to start dinner.

Half an hour later, Edward came through the door, dropped his bag on the floor and swooped into the kitchen before I could stop what I was doing. He wrapped his arms around my front and shoved his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply.

"Bella," he sighed happily before kissing the sensitive spot behind my ear. "I fucking missed you."

I swiveled in his arms so I was facing him and leaned in close for a kiss. I took his face in my hands and basked in the warm, smooth texture of his lips. When he pulled back I smiled. "I missed you too. How are you?"

"Tired. Maybe a little hungry." I pretended not to see how his eyebrows waggled when he said "hungry."

"Dinner will be ready in a few," I replied innocently, stirring the sauce on the stove.

I could see him watching me from the corner of my eye. "Hmmm," he hummed, playing with the hair hanging down my back. "That's not really what I meant."

"I know," I said lightly, with an amused smirk on my face.

Edward's eyes narrowed dangerously and he stepped closer to me, pressing his entire body to my back. I kept on stirring and tried to ignore the thrill that happened every time his body touched mine.

He ran his hands down my sides and over my hips, griping slightly with his long fingers. He pulled our hips together and I let out a tiny whimper.

Dammit.

"Aha," Edward murmured victoriously in my ear. His lips danced over the sensitive skin and I shivered in his grip. "So you aren't completely immune to my charms."

I snorted. "As if that could happen."

"Mmmm," Edward sighed as he kissed my neck with several open mouth, drawn out kisses. I let my head fall to the side to give him better access.

"Dinner is almost ready," I said automatically in a breathy voice. Nice. No way he's on to you.

One of Edward's hands slid from my hips, around my front until he slid his fingers to the apex of my thighs. I gasped and leaned back into him.

"I just want a little appetizer before dinner."

I giggled. I hated food puns when it came to sex and he knew it.

"How long?" he asked, and the deep sound of his voice gave me shivers.

"Twenty minutes," I answered in a whisper as he darted his tongue out to taste the skin over my collarbone.

He didn't answer; instead he turned me back around and lifted me in his arms. I held on tightly as he picked me up and sat me down on the kitchen island. Our eyes were level and I reached for his face to kiss him hungrily. I missed him so much when he was away.

His hands moved up my back, caressing me gently as they moved down, until he was cupping my ass. He pulled me to the edge of the counter and stepped snuggly between my legs.

"It's our anniversary today," Edward breathed over my lips.

I nodded and kissed him again.

He pulled back enough to meet my eyes with a loving smile. "Happy anniversary."

I smiled back and traced my fingers over his lips. "Happy anniversary, Edward."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"I want you."

Another shiver raked through my body and I nodded helplessly as he started lifting my shirt over my head. We grabbed and pulled and pushed until we were both naked in the kitchen. I asked him to stir the sauce once while he removed his pants. He complied with a laugh then sauntered back over to me, settling dangerously between my legs once more.

"How long now?" he asked again, running his lips up my jaw line and back.

"Ten minutes?" I answered, trying to see the kitchen timer from my position but not caring enough to really look.

I don't think Edward really cared what the answer was either as he moved his hands to my hips. He held me steady as he slowly eased into me. I let out a deep throaty moan and wrapped my arms around him.

When Edward was away I missed him for a thousand and one reasons. Most were innocent and pure but one of them was definitely, definitely having him inside me.

We stayed that way for a moment, enjoying the comforting feel of our joined flesh as the fan over the stove hummed and the refrigerator whined. His head was pressed into the crook of my neck and his fingers gripped me tightly.

Eventually he moved his hips, pulling out almost fully before plunging back in. I pulled my knees up and spread my legs wide to give him better access. He groaned loudly as I did so and lifted his face to kiss me. His motions were smooth and deliberate, full of longing and lust. When he made love to me this way I could never last long. I felt the building deep in my belly already.

We kept our faces close, breathing heavily with our lips nearly touching. I had my hands on his face, brushing the sweaty fringe of his hair from his eyes.

Eventually his motions increased speed and we grasped each other franticly trying to hang on. He started murmuring my name with each thrust, his hot breath tickling my ear. I held him tightly around the shoulders, pushing my hips forward with each of his motions, aching for release.

He was close, I could tell by the way he gripped my hips tightly. The mere thought of it made me dangerously close to the edge as well.

With three more frantic thrusts, I exploded around him and I cried out, gripping the hair at the base of his neck tightly. He came with me, groaning loudly into my neck. I collapsed back on the counter, my hair splaying over the granite like spilled chocolate. Edward bent down with me, pressing his panting lips to the skin on my neck. It was warm and comfortable, which was strange, considering we were in the kitchen.

After our heartbeats slowed to normal and we caught our breath, Edward drew his face from my neck and kissed me briefly, murmuring, "Happy anniversary," over my lips. He stood up and reached for the pile of his clothes on the floor. I pushed myself up from the counter and watched as he dressed himself. He smirked at me when he finally zipped up his pants and tossed my clothes into my lap.

"Can I help with anything?"

I reached out my arms and he chuckled as he lifted me off the island and set me gently on my feet. "Thank you."

"Do you want me to set the table?"

"Sure," I said as I pulled my shirt over my head and checked on the sauce on the stove. "I'll meet you out there with your plate."

He trailed his hand across my lower back as he left the room and I heard the clattering of plates and silverware from the dining room. Within a few moments, I had our lemon chicken plated and we were settled at adjacent corners of the dining table, laughing and talking like always. The current baseball season was frustrating for the team, as all of the fans and critics were expecting a follow up to the prior season. Pressure was high and the Giants weren't currently meeting expectations. Emmett was doing his best to keep morale high but tensions were higher. The team was relieved to be home but not nearly as relieved as I was to have Edward back in our apartment.

When we finished our wine, I lifted our empty plates in my hands. "Dessert?" I asked, with a smile. I'd come to learn that dessert was Edward's secret weakness.

As I expected, he flashed me a brilliant smile. "Yes, please."

I walked towards the kitchen. "It will be just a moment, I have to prepare it."

"Sounds good."

It took me a few minutes to pull the custards out of the fridge and caramelize the top with the blowtorch that Edward randomly had stocked in his kitchen. I wasn't complaining. Crème brûlée were fancy and delicious. Perfect for our casual celebration.

When I came back from the kitchen with one ramekin in each hand, I paused momentarily in front of a deserted table. Where the hell did he go? I moved over to set down the desserts and I noticed a small, black box on my empty placemat.

My heart flew to my throat.

Small. Black. Square. Velvet. Box.

Shut up.

I looked around again, expecting him to pop up behind the piano and play something snarky on the keys. Where the fuck was he?

I stood still, frozen with the ramekins still in my hands. Suddenly, I heard the sound of running water from the hallway bathroom and the situation seemed strange. He was in the bathroom?

Edward walked back into the room from the hall and paused when he saw me standing awkwardly beside my chair looking like a deer in the headlights.

"What?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

He didn't sound guilty. He didn't really look guilty either. What was going on?

"Edward," I started, finally setting the desserts down on the table. "What's this?"

"What's what?" he asked, walking up beside me and looking down at the placemat where the box in question was sitting, undisturbed.

I rolled my eyes and pointed. "This box on the table."

He smiled at me. "Technically it's on your placemat, not the table."

I scowled at him. "Don't be an ass."

Edward's smile grew wider. "You're calling me an ass during a moment like this?"

Shit. A moment like what? A moment like what?

I tried to keep my composure. "What moment is that?"

He took a step towards me and placed a hand on my cheek. "The moment I ask you to marry me."

No. Way.

About forty thousand different thoughts ran through my head. My conscience pumping its fist in the air in victory. Wondering if this is how Angela felt when Ben proposed. Utter amazement that this man, this Edward wanted me to be his wife. Daydreams about the pair of us as old fogeys wandering around Chestnut Street in forty years. Our wedding. Our wedding? Did I want a wedding? I just wanted about five people there.

The pressure of his other hand on my opposite cheek halted my thoughts and I focused in on the intense, loving gaze of his green eyes. His thumbs moved back and forth over my cheekbones, calming my racing heart.

Edward wants to marry me.

"I think I knew I wanted to marry you the moment you slammed me into the wall outside the Thirsty Bear on our first date. I knew for sure I wanted to spend my life with you when you caught that foul ball with my glove."

I smiled at him.

"I'm not sure why I waited. Maybe because I wanted to convince you that you could trust me again. Maybe it was because I wasn't really ready." He paused and ran his thumb over my bottom lip. "I'm ready now Bella. I want to spend my life with you. I want to call you mine. I want everyone to know what a perfect human being I have as my wife. You've amazed me every moment that I've known you and I would be honored if you would amaze me for the rest of our lives."

He removed his hands from my face and took my hands in his as he sunk down on his knees. "Marry me, Bella Swan?"

The tears were free-falling down my face as I squeezed his hands back. I nodded mutely, my heart still in my throat. "Yes," I croaked, dropping to my knees before him. "Yes Edward. Yes I will marry you."

His smile was overwhelming as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me senseless. I fisted my hands in his hair and kissed him back, feeling so completely blessed I couldn't imagine anything happier in life. And to think, an hour ago we were making shameless love on the kitchen counter. I hadn't even had a clue what he was up to.

When we finally broke apart he reached up onto the table and grabbed the little black box. He popped it open with a snap and pulled the glistening ring out of its cushion.

"I guessed," he said, reaching for my hand and sliding the ring on my finger. I hadn't pulled my eyes from his face. I was mesmerized by the look in his eyes. "I saw this and I knew it was you."

"It's perfect," I said automatically.

Edward laughed. "Love, you haven't even looked at it."

I flushed and looked down at my hand. A gasp escaped my lips as I saw the sparkly ring on my finger. It was perfect. Unique, beautiful and not too flashy. I knew the kind of ring his salary could afford; rings like Alice and Rosalie's that were as big as my knuckle and would hurt terribly if they punched you in the face. My ring wasn't like that. It was elegant and understated. It was exactly me.

"It's perfect," I repeated, now unable to look away.

Edward snaked his hands around my hips and pulled me closer, wrapping me in a tight embrace.

"I love you," he mumbled into my hair.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, still staring at my hand behind his back. "I love you too."

"We're getting married."

I giggled. "We are."

"Can we have a disgusting wedding? I want to make everyone sick."

"You're going to be such a bridezilla."

Edward laughed and squeezed me tighter. "Do you want to know something else?"

I nodded into his shoulder, pressing kisses to the skin on his neck.

"I bought that ring in Chicago."

I smiled. "Really?"

"Really." He pulled back so he could see my face. "I figured it would mean more that way."

Memories of our first trip to Chicago flitted past my eyes like home movies. Snapping pictures at the bean, watching Edward lose his shit on the field, the shower, his voice as he said I love you for the first time, the night afterwards and the flight home. He kissed my neck tenderly, reminded me of that exact moment.

"You make me so happy," he breathed against my skin, making me shiver in his arms.

"That's good because you make me miserable."

"I'm glad you find this situation suitable for sarcasm."

"Oh Edward, every situation is suitable for sarcasm."

He grinned. "Fine, then you make me happy most times, except for this moment right now."

I kissed him indulgently on his false, pouty lips. "Get used to it," I teased. "We're about to plan a wedding and your sister will probably be involved."

He groaned and hid his face in my hair. "I changed my mind, let's elope."

I slid my fingers into his hair and massaged the base of his neck. "I can think of something else I'd like to do right now." I whispered seductively in his ear.

"Dishes?" he mumbled into the hair around my shoulders.

"Yes," was the deadpan reply before we both started laughing at each other.

Without a word, Edward pulled us up from the floor and lifted me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held his neck tightly as he walked us to the bedroom. He shut the door behind us and made his way over to the bed, laying me down on the silky duvet. He settled on top of me and ran his hands over my face. "Dishes tomorrow."

He kissed me slowly, in my favorite sort of Edward kisses. The kind where hours seemed to pass and I was still intrigued by every motion of his perfect lips. When he finally pulled away, I tugged at the collar of his shirt. He pulled it over his head and I splayed my fingers out over the planes of his chest.

"We didn't get to eat dessert."

Edward quirked an eyebrow at me as he bent down to kiss me once more. "That's your concern? Dessert?"

I bit my lip as the grin spread widely over my face. "It was a good dessert. I had to set a blow torch to them and everything."

Edward tapped his chin with his finger. "Hmmm." He stood up off the bed quickly and marched back into the living room. When he returned he was carrying the two ramekins of crème brûlée and two spoons.

"Your dessert, madam," he said with a bow.

I reached for my serving with my left hand but he intercepted it before I could grab my fork. He took it in his hand and pressed his lips to my ring finger. "You're going to have to be careful with this," he growled, skimming my knuckle with his teeth.

"Like I don't already know that?"

"Not the ring," he said, releasing my hand and settling beside me on the bed. Our knees touched as we faced each other. "You need to be careful flashing that finger when I'm around."

I smiled into my crème brûlée and felt the blush spread over my cheeks. "It's that powerful?"

He shook his head slowly back and forth. "Lethal."

Hmmm.

I cracked my spoon through the top of the dessert and lifted a spoonful with my left hand. I held it out to him and moved my hand slightly so the ring sparkled in the dim light of his bedroom. "Want some?"

He took the spoon in his mouth and ate the bite of custard. When he released my spoon he shook his head with a chuckle, set his ramekin and spoon on his bedside table and reached for mine. When our hands were empty, he turned back to me and pushed me gently back onto the bed.

"No more dessert," he said, kissing my neck, giving me goosebumps.

"You'll learn to live with it eventually," I said breathlessly as his fingers skimmed up my sides.

Edward shook his head. "I won't."

I snorted. "For the rest of our lives my ring finger is going to taunt you?"

His head lifted from my shoulder and he was smiling widely at me. "For the rest of our lives, you will take my breath away, yes."

I lay underneath him with my breath taken away, gaping at him with a stupid, bashful smile over my face. "We really are getting married, aren't we?"

"Yes. You can't back out now."

"I would never."

"Good." Then he kissed me. Long and slow, tasting like custard and Edward. I wanted my life to be like this always. Edward, forgotten dessert and kisses that shocked me to my toes.

I had a feeling that wasn't asking for much.

A/N: And…scene. *swoon* I'm going to leave these two love birds right here, in hopes that we can all daydream about their happy, baseball-filled, beautiful future. I'm not going to lie, I think about more silly things to write about BBward all the time but for now I'm going to put my focus on my new story and let that blossom. Until then, thanks again and I'm so happy to have "met" all of you. Who knows…maybe some day soon you'll receive a little surprise notification in your email about another BBward chapter.

It could happen! Love you guys to pieces!

~Marina