Chapter 28

A/N- time warp a few months to the future!

Chapter 28

Lucy's POV

These past few months had been a complete blur to me. I was officially boyfriend girlfriend with Brian. We'd been going out for six months now and he'd stayed true to me the entire time. Slowly, I was learning how to be able to trust a guy. I'd even moved in with him! Dad and Mason weren't too happy about it, but I, to be truthful, didn't care much.

I still felt the same heat as I had the first time when we touched. I asked him once as we lay in bed together if he could feel it and he was surprised that I could at all. He'd thought all along it was just him.

Being with Brian was so easy, so natural. He'd shown me a whole other side of him I didn't think possible after being exposed to his rich, high society snob-like self. He didn't even resemble the same man anymore. He seemed truly interested when I talked. He'd even taken me to meet his parents, something, he'd let me know, he'd never done with another woman.

Flashback

I worried the sleeve of my dress as Brian rang the bell. He looked at me over the corner of his eye and pulled me tighter.

"They're going to love you. How could they not?" I chuckled nervously. I could think of a few ways.

The door was opened by a maid revealing the house's interior that could have put even Esme's to shame. Everything seemed to gleam surreally and every bit of furniture looked as though it had been bought the day before and then buffed and polished for hours.

The maid took our coats and led us to a grand parlor area. A professional had obviously decorated the room; everything was cream and white and brown, perfectly intermeshing with each other. A woman with a very compact body and tight skinned face was perched on the very edge of the couch wearing a dress that matched the room but looked as if had cost thousands of dollars. Not only her dress but her body also looked extremely expensive. A man sat opposite her in a stiff looking armchair, looking at ease. He wore a simple enough looking suit, but it looked to cost just as much as the dress his wife wore.Brian squeezed my hand and pulled me along behind him. I plastered a fake smile on my face.

"Mother, father." Brian greeted them. They rose and hugged them rather stiffly. His mother came over to me.

"Mrs. Clemens." I greeted warmly. She made no answer except to slowly circle me like someone considering a horse for buying. I shot a confused and rather freaked out look to Brian. He shrugged in a 'what-can-you-do?' sort of look. She got back to my front and nodded. I couldn't quite tell if it was in approval or not.

We made our way to the dining room, just as elegant if not more. I commented on the beauty and splendor of the house. The comment was mostly directed at Brian's father as his mother just clucked every time I tried to ease the tension. His father, in contrast, was more laid back. He chuckled easily and made me feel much more comfortable.

After a long silence punctuated by the tinny metallic noise of silverware on plates his mother stood.

"Brian," she said rather sharply, "May I have a word out in the foyer?" he stood and, after giving me an encouraging smile turned and walked after his mother.

The foyer wasn't far enough. I could still hear every word they said, could imagine every look.

"She seems nice enough, Brian, but she just doesn't fit." She said harshly. I could see in my mind the look of anger crossing his face.

"That's not quite up to you, mother." He said curtly. My head drooped and cheeks flushed as she continued.

"You two come from very different worlds. It will never work." It went on like that quite some time until Brian came back in, seething, and somewhat literally dragged me out.

I hung my head as we drove off. I'd pointed out everything his mother had said, we were too different, our pasts had nothing in commons, he deserved better. He'd countered every single one, everyone's heart beats the same, and our pasts didn't matter. Our futures did and they would have everything in common. The last one he didn't even grace with an argument, just giving me a bemused look.

End of flashback

Overall, the night had been a disaster. We had no plan to try it again.

My cell phone rang right then, interrupting my musing.

"Hello?"

"Hey babe," Brian's smooth voice said thoroughly lifting my spirit, "Happy birthday. I was wondering if you're up to dinner tonight."

"Sure, your treat." He laughed lightly.

"Great. I'll pick you up at the apartment at seven. I smiled as I closed the phone and slid off our bed. I flipped through my dress choices and settled on a simple sleeveless black one. I glanced at my watch. I had a little under an hour until he came and mom was expecting my call tonight. We gabbed for the rest of my time until Brian showed up at the door. I said goodbye to my mom and cheerfully went with Brian.

He seemed unusually jittery on the way to the restaurant. I asked him if he was okay a few times, but he insisted he was fine.

We got to the restaurant, an upscale expensive one, it figured, and were ushered to a table.

We sat and talked until the wine came. He celebrated my legality of drinking by getting us the most expensive wine on the menu. They brought it out and he, with a wide smile, toasted us. I lifted the glass to my lips, but something stopped me. A small swish and click noise was coming from within the glass. I pulled away to look inside. There was a ring, a beautiful ring, at the bottom of my glass.

I stared at the small bit of diamond and metal with open-mouthed shock, waiting for a waiter to swoop in and inform me that it had been delivered to the wrong table. My head snapped forward when something brushed my knee. Brian had slid onto one knee and was looking deeply into my eyes.

"Lucy," he said earnestly, "I have loved you since the moment I set eyes on you. I will always love you. Always. Lucy Cullen, will you marry me?" tears prickled in my eyes and a lump formed in my throat. My smile was too big for my face. My lip trembled and all I could manage to choke out was "Yes," and then suddenly I had been pulled up and into his arms. He squeezed me and laughed euphorically.

"You've just made me so happy." He whispered into my ear. I smiled back, I really couldn't manage anymore than that, but to smile and pray I didn't scream with ecstasy.

A/N- ha! Told you happy times would come! Incase some of you can't tell or you have a different drinking age, she turned 21. Yay! Kind of short though. More is to come though!

-Cullens4everandever