A/n: Well, hope everyone liked the lemon; I'm not going to do it in Bella's POV as well. Firstly because I don't really want to, secondly, I want to get the morning after chapter out, and thirdly, I really don't have that much time, and lemons are a lot of work, and kinda time consuming. I'd rather do a couple of chapters before I go out this afternoon, than doing one long one.

So there.

Bella can have her turn later.

: I really liked your suggestion about Esme, but I'd had my idea for the morning after scene since before I began writing this lemon…and to be honest, I just can't let it go! Sorry! She might come into it though…I don't know yet, I haven't written it. Heehee.

Saltire884: Totally agree with you about Edward looking like Daniel Gale in this fic…just with shorter, more coppery hair though, methinks! Gosh, I loved Gale; he was soo gorgeous; that hair…those glasses…those clothes…just him all over really. So lovely. Love geeky-type-people. Intelligence and gorgeousness together is just mouth watering.

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Chapter 28

Bella POV

Edward must have gotten out of bed and locked the door at some point in the night, because I woke up to the sound of a loud rapping, and a high pitched voice yelling,

"Edward Anthony Masen Cullen! If you don't open this door in the next minute I'm going to bust it down!"

"Don't go", I muttered to Edward, as I felt him pull away from me. I gripped his waist more tightly. He leant down and kissed my forehead sweetly, before answering.

"Unfortunately Alice is the sort of person you have to take literally all of the time", I looked up to see a frown on his face, but his lips were quirking up in amusement. "Sorry, love. I'll be back in a moment."

I hated the loss of his heat; but, as usual, he took care of me, tucking me up in his duvet before he left. I watched sneakily as his gorgeously toned arse crossed the room to grab some boxers and a shirt. I inwardly growled in dissatisfaction when he shoved them on, before opening the door.

The knocking and yelling started again, before I heard the door open and close with a click.

I heard angry voices outside, but couldn't bring myself to care. I'd just had the best night of my life. I let my head hit the pillow once more, and let my memories wash over me. The feeling of Edward inside of me was indescribable; and if I hadn't known he was a virgin, I would never have believed it. No other man had made me feel like Edward. I'd been wet from his kisses, and drenched by the time he actually slid his fingers down to caress my core. Edward was a god in human form. There was no other way to explain him.

Eventually, I heard the door open again, and looked up to see my love walking back into the room. I couldn't help the soppy grin which crossed my face. He loved me. And I loved him. It was official, we were hopelessly in love. And I absolutely loved it.

I watched happily as he lost the shirt again, but pouted at the fact that he kept his boxers on as he climbed back into bed. He sat up, pulling a pillow up behind his back, then pulled me easily into my arms. Placing small kisses all over my face; which made me giggle softly. Edward was adorable.

He stopped and leant down so his lips were beside my ear. I shivered in anticipation; Edward always had something beautiful to say, and his voice was like crushed velvet. I could listen to him forever, like a favourite song.

"I came here with no expectations", he whispered, "only to profess, now I am at the liberty to do so, that my heart is and always will be yours."

I sighed, and relaxed back into him. Sense and Sensibility. He even knew quotes from my favourite books. So perfect.

"What happened to your sister?" I asked, as his lips attacked my neck gently.

"She left", he murmured softly, pressing his lips to my pulse like he had last night, "she decided she wasn't needed when she discovered there was already an angel in my room." His tongue snaked out and pressed against my racing heartbeat. I moaned.

Then he pulled away, running his hands through his hair.

"Come on", he muttered, picking me up and out of bed; setting me down on the floor. "Let's get a shower, there's something I want to show you."

"I thought I'd seen everything." I grinned back at him coyly; raising one eyebrow. He blushed.

Blushed!

So fucking cute.

"Er, do you want to go first?" he asked nervously.

"Don't be a moron, Edward, I'm not leaving you alone for a second". He blushed harder and I pulled him into the shower behind me.

Despite being naked together in a small, enclosed space, Edward truly did seem excited about showing me something; so we didn't…make love again. Instead, we washed each other's hair and bodies sweetly. He was the most gentle man I'd ever known; tenderly sliding his fingers through my locks, and gently rubbing soap into my skin. He even held his hand over my eyes to make sure I didn't get soap in them. When we got out, he patted me down with a towel, rubbing it gently against me to make sure I was completely dry, before pulling me down onto his bed, and drying my hair for me. I voiced my concerns about him when he began dragging a hairbrush gently through my locks like a professional.

"One of my siblings used to model", he explained, "the other one is really into fashion and make up; stuff like that. So I picked some things up."

I was glad he had, him and my hair became best friends, and I felt electric tingles spread through my whole body when he ran his hands through my tresses.

Edward grinned stupidly as he chucked me something to wear. I reached out to grab what he'd thrown and found he'd just given me a t-shirt. I cleared my throat at him, and raised an eyebrow when he tuned around. He pretended not to understand what I was implying.

Until I whipped his arse with the shirt.

"Okay, okay!" he yelped, holding his hands up in surrender; he reached into a draw and pulled out a pair of boxers; grinning his perfect crooked grin. I slipped them on, before turning to watch Edward pull his own clothes on. I wasn't sure if he was purposely showing off his gorgeous arse to me, or whether he was completely innocent to the small wiggles he was giving me. I guessed innocent; that's what made Edward so incredible. He was completely oblivious to his absolutely amazing sex appeal. Damn him.

When he was dressed, he pulled my hand into his own, and lead me downstairs. A grin lit up my face when he stopped and pulled me down onto the piano stall with him. He was going to play for me. Suddenly I felt slightly like a fan girl.

He lifted the lid, and placed his fingers gently on the keys, and like before, he began to caress them gently; coaxing a beautiful sound from the hammers and strings. The notes flowed like honey; swirling around the room in flushes of major and minor. The piece was almost sickly sweet, and felt like the equivalent to savouring your favourite sweet desert. But even that couldn't compare to Edward's music. It was ethereal; I could almost see the halo that must have adorned his head as he played. God had blessed this man with musical genius; I'd never heard anything like it. Mozart would have kissed my Edward's feet.

"What was that?" I whispered reverently once he was finished. He turned to me with a nervous smile; reaching over to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Did you like it?" he replied, I nodded, unable to form words for a moment.

"I loved it", I managed to reply, eventually. A beautiful smile graced his lips.

"Good", he replied simply, "because It's yours; Bella's Lullaby."

I flung myself into his arms, and hugged him tight as possible.

"Oh, Edward!" I screeched. "I love it! I love you!" I felt, rather than heard him chuckle.

"Good", he said again. I heard the smile in his voice.

I'd thought I couldn't love him any more.

I had been wrong.

A/n: D'awh.

So, if you were a Cullen, who would you be? And why? I'm always interested in this. I love peoples reasons!!!