CPW: A day late is better than a week late right?
FLB11: Yeah, something like that. Sorry for the slight delay, schoolwork and declaring my majors and classes for next time kept me a wee bit busy.
CPW: You know they don't care about your real life right? You could be a monkey trainer in the circus who gets it on with the double jointed man and the bearded lady. As long as we kept writing this story, our readers would be more than happy.
FLB11: Thanks for telling them all about my secret double life.
CPW: Meh, it was bound to come out.
FLB11: We don't own Twilight; but we both own a copy of the Friends Trivia game.
EPOV
The past two weeks passed faster than I thought possible, and I didn't really like it. Bella had moved back in with Rosalie and Alice several days ago, and to say my apartment felt empty without her would be an understatement. The haphazard collection of canvases were gone, her sketchbooks and pencils that once lay scattered across the coffee table were now just a memory and I missed it. All of it. Her scent, her touch, the odd collection of clothes that were lying around my room and more than anything, I missed her.
However, it's not like I never saw Bella anymore. In fact, it was her birthday and I was desperately trying to do something romantic for her. During the week that Bella lived with me, she mentioned how she had never had a boyfriend on her birthday before, and hadn't really had many relationships in general, so I immediately told her we had a date for that night at my apartment and I was going to try and do something memorable for her. A candlelit dinner for two would be memorable right?
I stupidly ended up calling my mother for advice on something to make Bella for dinner the night before her birthday and ended up in a three hour long conversation with her about my intentions towards Bella. It was the most painful conversation I had ever had with my mother, because she just wouldn't give up. Mom apparently couldn't fathom the fact that Bella and I had only been dating for a few weeks and known each other for just a few months.
Esme was a true believer in fate, even though she used to try and set me up with every eligible girl she'd ever met in her life, and I had to remind her that I didn't really think fate was at work when it came to her previously horrendous matchmaking skills.
"Edward, I have to tell you, I think Bella is the one."
"Yeah, you've mentioned that repeatedly, for the past two hours, mother. I just need you to step back from my relationship with Bella though. It's new, and I won't have her running scared because my mother hasn't taken her meds. Didn't Renee fill you in on Bella's anxiety over relationships? Since you ladies are suddenly the best of friends," I asked as my mother paused and let out a small sigh.
"Listen, I know Bella had doubts in the past Edward, but Renee assures me that she is a changed girl. I'm more than certain that the love of a good man… my son… has changed her.
"I know it's not something you are consciously doing, but I am paranoid that you are going to make Bella run screaming from me."
"Oh, stop being so overdramatic Edward," she said with an exasperated sigh as I did the same. Well, I guess I know who I got that trait from. We were testing each other's patience and it felt like we were dueling to the death. Which Cullen would break first? "Bella had her issues, I understand that. Let's stop dwelling on the past and move onto the future, shall we?"
"We are not moving anywhere mother. I am going to enjoy dating Bella and you are going to stop engagement ring and crib shopping for fucks sake."
"Edward, watch your language."
"Are you denying it? Have you not spoken to Renee about potential nursery designs and wedding dates?"
"Well… umm… no, not in so many words. "
"So there was no mention of a Noah's Ark theme in a baby's room? You do realize there is no baby right, or are you that delusional?"
"Fine… yes. I may have mentioned how adorable that theme is, and don't treat me like a child Edward, I know there is no baby… yet." She emphasized the last word so passionately that I was tempted to throw my cell phone across the living room in anger. It was like everything I said to her was going in one ear and out the other. She was beyond frustrating.
"Oh and Dad told me he found a catalogue for Pottery Barn Kids on the kitchen table, dog eared to some oak crib set. There will be no babies or weddings anytime soon, Mom. Do you understand that?"
"You are such a party pooper, Edward."
"And you are spending way too much time with Renee if you are using terms like 'party pooper.'" My mother agreed reluctantly with me, and I found myself hoping that any damage she did end up inflicting – because it was inevitable that something would happen – didn't hurt my relationship with Bella. We were finally together, in every sense of the word, and I wasn't ready to give that up. I didn't think I would ever be ready to give her up, if I was being completely honest.
"By the way Mom, I think she's the one too."
Armed with my mother's recipe for Chicken Cordon Bleu, I trudged off to Whole Foods and picked up everything I needed the next morning. What I didn't need at that moment though, was to run into Alice in the cheese department. It was very surreal and reminded me of the first time I met her all those months ago. The moment she saw me, a bouquet of flowers in my small basket, her eyes lit up with excitement.
"Is that for Bella's birthday?"
"Her birthday?" I asked, playing dumb as Alice let out a small groan.
"Oh my god, please tell me you are aware that her birthday is today. Jesus, did she not tell you this? I know Bella hates birthdays and all, but I would think that being around you might change that this year," Alice rambled on as she took a moment to yell at the girl behind the counter for not cutting her provolone thin enough.
"Yes, Alice. I know today is her birthday. She's coming over later to celebrate."
"Awesome! She'll love it. By the way, good choice on the flowers. She prefers blue to pink." I nodded my head slowly and realized that Alice clearly didn't think I knew Bella enough to know that her favorite color was blue, same as me. "Anyways, I gotta run. I promised Jasper I would be over at the bookstore later today with his lunch and I have to get Bella to teach me how to make a sandwich first."
Several of the other patrons looked at Alice in shock, surprised that she didn't know how to make a simple sandwich, but I just laughed. "See ya," I said genuinely as I stepped up to the counter and ordered some Swiss cheese. When I finally made it home, I had three messages waiting for me. One from Bella confirming what time she should come over tonight, one from Emmett wanting to know if I could run lines with him for an audition, and one from Josephine Blyth, the photo editor at the New Yorker.
Bella and I had met with Jacob last week and showed him my portfolio. He was more than impressed and even offered to put me into a show he was going to be hosting at the end of the month that focused on photographers only. I was really tempted to say yes, but considering we were going away for several days on a mini-vacation with all of our friends, I knew there was no way I could get enough photos done for the show. Jacob immediately told me he would keep me in mind for future shows, but that he would also get in touch with a few of his newspaper and magazine contacts. I thanked him profusely, but he just reassured me that I didn't owe him anything, because he saw how happy I made Bella. We parted ways that day as closer friends than I ever thought we would be.
I put all the groceries in the fridge and then sat down to try and compose myself before calling Josephine back. She ended up being out of the office for the rest of the day, but her assistant let me know that she had seen my portfolio, courtesy of Jacob, and she wanted to meet with me about the possibility of doing some freelance work for them. I actually wanted to cover my hand over the phone and jump up and down squealing with excitement, but I wasn't that much of a girl.
I booked an appointment for early the next week, and then tried to go about my business, cleaning the apartment, doing laundry and finally making dinner. However, my entire body was shaking with hope the entire time. This was a major break for me, and I could only hope that things turned out the way I wanted them too. Everything was falling into place.
Bella showed up just before six, while dinner was cooking in the oven. I already had a salad in the fridge, and the rice pilaf was on the stove. She walked in like a breath of fresh air and the instant she put her sweater on a chair in the dining room, the entire apartment felt full again, almost like she had never left.
"Smells good Mr. Cullen," she said as she strolled towards me and kissed my cheek sweetly. She eyed up the flowers in a small vase on my counter and smiled brightly. "Are those for me?"
"No, they are for my other girlfriend. Maggie and I have become tight since you have me doing coffee runs for you three times a day," I said with a laugh as Bella looked at me scornfully. "I'm bringing them to her later, after we cuddle."
"Do I need to remind you of my medical condition?" She gestured with her hand towards her side where her incision lay, healing nicely. I think Bella was trying to get me to stop teasing her, but I just rolled my eyes and checked the rice on the stove as the timer went off for the oven. "Wow, you really went all out."
"Well, it's only once your girlfriend turns twenty five. Unless of course you are Hugh Hefner, in which case it happens several times a year." I took in her appearance, and the happiness her presence brought me as soon as she arrived quickly became overwhelming. She was wearing a lacy looking purple dress and a pair of moccasin boots, the tassels swaying gingerly across her ankles.
"What?" she questioned as soon as my eyes met hers after I had finished ogling her.
"I was just thinking about how much I love your quirkiness. It's been a while since I've seen you in one of your whacky outfits," I said, noticing her earrings as I got closer to her. One earring was the peanut butter half of a sandwich, and the other was jelly. I kissed her cheek as I chuckled against her supple, pink skin.
Just as I was reaching into the stove to pull out the dish with our chicken in it, there was a loud obnoxious knock at the door. I looked at Bella and shrugged my shoulders because I didn't think anyone would be coming over tonight. At least I hoped not.
"Emmett, do you wanna help?" I heard Alice ask on the other side of the door.
Oh fuck no.
"Oh, I wish I could, but I really don't want to," Emmett replied, though his voice was muffled by the door.
"Bella, don't answer it. Maybe they will think we went out."
"Open the door, Cullen, we know you are in there," Emmett shouted out loudly, no doubt disturbing my neighbors. I mentally ran though my mind all the reasons why they would be standing outside my door. Everyone knew it was Bella's birthday, but I had specifically told Alice earlier in the day that it was just the two of us celebrating. Why the hell would she interrupt that? Surely she could see that Bella and I needed some privacy, right?
"Edward, let's just let them in," Bella urged quietly as I shook my head. There was no way my quiet, romantic evening was going to be ruined by my supposed friends. There were a few more bangs on the door, no doubt from either Emmett or Alice, seeing as both of them were impatient as hell. I thought they were about to go away, but then Jasper muttered something about the spare key he had and suddenly, I was standing at the door, holding it open.
"Well fuck, it's about time. Were you two naked?" Emmett questioned as he walked in empty handed, and everyone else was carrying a bag or two. There was Thai food, beer and Alice seemed to have a bag with board games and tequila in it. This was not good. "So… were you naked? Doing it doggy style on the kitchen table?"
"I once dreamed I was having sex with Jasper on our kitchen table," Rosalie said boldly as everyone snapped their head around and stared at her incredulously.
"Why... why would you dream that?" Emmett stuttered as Rosalie began unloading some of the containers out of the bag from the Thai restaurant down the street.
"More importantly, was I any good?" piped up Jasper, adding more fuel to the fire. Emmett already looked livid, but now it was like there was smoke coming out his ears.
"Well, you were pretty damned good."
"Interesting, because in my dreams, I'm surprisingly inadequate," Jasper added as he looked over at Alice who was simply rolling her eyes.
"Well, that night you certainly seemed to know your way around the table."
"I love it when we share. Now stop it," added Emmett sarcastically as he threw himself onto my couch in the living room and let out a huge sigh. I couldn't help but commiserate with him, not about the fact that my girlfriend had a sex dream about our friend, because she hadn't that I was aware of, but because my night was effectively ruined.
BPOV
My friends were asinine. Seriously, couldn't I spend the night alone with my boyfriend on my birthday? Alice was going to die, and it wasn't going to be quick.
I wonder if Edward has a pair of really dull of bush clippers around.
I knew they meant well, but I really wanted off with their heads for interrupting our evening. I had been looking forward to spending time alone with Edward, especially since I started feeling a lot better in the past few days. I was doing everything by myself and I think that was helping me improve even more. I was beginning to feel like my old self, and not even the healing stitches could feel better than that.
I sat down next to Edward on the couch and snuggled up to his side in an effort to let him know that the night wasn't totally spoiled. We could always kick everyone out when we got sick of them.
"Hey, it's okay, really. It's the thought that counts, right?" I whispered as my chin rested on his shoulder. He put his arm over my shoulders and kissed the top of my head.
"I know that, Bella, but I was really looking forward to doing something romantic for your birthday," he said stoically. I patted his stomach in a comforting gesture, silently letting him know that it wasn't the end of the world.
"We still have tonight," I whispered slowly into his ear. Edward turned to look at me incredulously, because he knew it was still too soon for us to have sex. But that didn't mean that a little fun was totally out of the question. Well, I wanted to have sex because my hoo-hah was literally screaming for it, but I knew damn well Edward wouldn't have sex with me because he thought I still needed more time to recover. I, however, was ready to do anything I could to get any sort of attention I could.
"Let's eat!" Emmett shouted, because apparently food made him forget about the fact that he had been bummed about Rose having a sex dream about Jasper five minutes earlier. I giggled and kissed Edward softly on the lips before getting up and reaching for his hand.
"Come on, lover boy. The quicker and more efficiently we entertain them, the faster we'll be alone," I said as Edward took my hand and stood up from the couch. Edward went into the kitchen and checked on the chicken he had made for us. Noticing that it was done, he pulled it from the oven to cool as I came up behind him. "Don't worry… we can have it tomorrow, baby."
"Or I could eat it right now," Emmett said as he stood beside us with a grin on his face. However, Edward seemed to get even more defensive over his chicken than he did over the interruption by our friends and threw Emmett a scowl that would have shrunk my balls if I had any. "Or not. I'll just go get something from what we brought."
"Edward, come on," I urged as I watched him turn off the stove and put a lid on his rice. "It's fine really. We haven't spent much time with them lately, so let's just grin and bear it. I promise to make it up to you," I whispered lowly in his ear as he gave me a small crooked smile that made me tingle. I entwined my fingers in his and pulled him over to the small dining room table where everyone dove into the Thai food they brought with them. We all sat around Edward's coffee table since his kitchen table wasn't big enough for all six of us.
"There's hardly any curry on these noodles," Jasper complained, looking at Alice as if she held the answer to his lack of spice dilemma. "This would never fly in Thailand."
"Oh, Jasper. If you want real Thai food, go to Thailand," Alice said, slurping up some of her soup. Edward and I glanced at each other, and refrained ourselves from giggling. He put his hand on my knee, rubbing it softly as I withheld the moan I wanted to release, and sighed in contentment. I knew if I made any sort of noise or groan it would rouse funny looks from our friends and turn dinner into a dirty joke fest, although that was bound to happen with Rosalie & Emmett in the room.
"But wouldn't it just be called food there?" Emmett blurted out. All five of us turned to look at him, staring at us expectantly.
"Emmett, Thai food is Thai food no matter where you eat it. Now shut up and eat your balls," Rosalie said firmly before going back to her soup.
Everyone laughed out loud after that, and the silence of the beginning of the meal quickly dissipated. "I thought that was your job, Rose," I teased, nearly spitting out my soup.
"Yeah, what kind of pussy-whipped dude is forced to eat his own balls? Damn Rosalie," Jasper taunted.
"Rice balls! I meant rice balls. Emmett's balls get taken care of on a regular basis, thank you very much," she shouted sternly as she threw her arms up in the air. That only seemed to fuel everyone's fire as we all continued to laugh vigorously, and she clutched her spoon even more tightly in her already white knuckled grasp. "Oh fuck it all. I quit with you people," she said as she joined in the bellowing laughter that was quickly filling Edward's apartment.
We continued eating, occasionally teasing Rosalie about her ball eating habits, but mostly we talked about my recovery and Edward's newfound venture into the world of freelance photography. His face lit up when he talked about the meeting we had with Jacob last week, and his upcoming appointment with Josephine Blyth at the New Yorker. If the blissful look on Edward's face at that moment was the only good thing to come out of my accident, I'd go through it again.
"Who is up for a round of strip Friends game?" Alice announced once we were all finished eating, surprising everyone. This was so now how I envisioned my night going.
"Strip what now?" Edward asked with a chuckle.
"Rose and I brought the Friends trivia game with us. We were thinking of turning it into a strip game for our after dinner festivities. Keep up, Cullen," she clarified. Edward rolled his eyes and kissed my hand that was intertwined with his.
"Okay, Alice. Let's do it," Rose said. Everyone began clearing the garbage and leftover food from the table, and I helped Rose and Alice set up the game.
"Here are the rules," Alice began once everyone was seated on the floor or on the couch, where Rose and Emmett rested comfortably. I was perfectly content sitting in between Edward's legs, my back leaning against his chest. "The deck of cards gets passed around clockwise. It works in teams. You ask the question to your significant other, and if they get the answer wrong, they have to remove the item of clothing of the asker's choice. If they answer the question correctly, they get to choose an item of clothing for the person who asked the question to remove. Except Bella, since she is in a dress due to her current condition, she can take everything off but her dress. The couple at the end wearing the least amount of clothing loses. Got it? Good."
I sat up straighter and mock saluted her, which in turn caused her to stick out her petite tongue at me. "Can it, Swan. You go first, since it is your birthday. Oh, and by the way, your advantage means that your ridiculous earrings count." She handed me the deck of cards, and I selected one, turning in Edward's embrace so he couldn't see what the question was.
"What famous person does Phoebe believe is her Grandfather?"
Edward's brow furrowed and his lips pursed. I giggled, because I was pretty sure he knew the answer since we had seen that episode the week before while I was still recuperating in his apartment. "Albert Einstein."
"Correct!" I said enthusiastically as I kissed him chastely on the lips.
"The moccasins, Bella," Edward said simply. I removed my shoes and snuggled back against him after I handed the deck to Rose.
"Who scored the winning point at ping-pong in Barbados?"
"That's easy," Emmett began. "Monica. That chick was competitive as fuck." He shot a glance in Alice's direction and we all laughed because she and Monica were kindred souls, except for the cooking thing. Alice couldn't cook to save her life.
Rosalie slapped her palm against her forehead. "No, you moron! It was Chandler." She shook her head and studied him for a moment. "Off with the shirt, McCarty. No one should be deprived of that view," she said huskily.
"Thanks, Rosie. I always knew you appreciated the goods," he said as he pulled his shirt over his head to reveal his toned muscles. He was pretty damn hot, but honestly had nothing on Edward.
Rosalie handed Alice the deck of cards, and she snickered when she saw her question. "When Phoebe changed her name to Princess Consuela Bananahammock, what did Mike change his name to?"
"Psssht. That's easy. Crap Bag!" Jasper said victoriously. Alice kissed him on the cheek and Jasper told her to take off her shoes. We all looked at him curiously, teasing him relentlessly about having some sort of foot fetish.
We eventually stopped the game when it came time for Emmett to take off his pants, because apparently he chose to go commando, previously unaware of the night's activities. Jasper's lone victory was Mike Crapbag, and he was left sporting only his jeans as well. That left Edward and I as the winners, even with my dress handicap.
"Present time!" Alice sang, the pitch of her voice making me recoil. Alice and Rose went back to the kitchen, bringing their gifts back with them.
I opened Alice's first, which was a navy blue top I had been admiring in her store recently. It was a thin strapped tank top, with a zippered front, a belt going around the waist, and two layers of ruffles. "Alice, I love it! How did you know?"
"Pa-lease. You kept giving it that same look you give Edward every time you were in the store," she said blatantly.
Rose shoved her gift in my face, and I could feel the warmth of embarrassment flooding over my cheeks already. I knew she was going to give me something from the shop, because she always did. It wasn't so much the actual gift, it was the fact that I had five pairs of eyes watching me open it, and no doubt wondering what I'd be doing with it.
As I pulled the wrapping paper off the small box, I felt the heat in my face grow impossibly higher in temperature. Tongue vibrators for oral sex.
I wanted to kill her.
I wanted to kiss her.
"Gee, thanks, Rose," I said. Edward peeked over into the box and smiled.
"Yeah, thanks Rose," he said, but his tone was completely serious.
"Now it's Edward's turn," Alice said.
"No, no, no," he said firmly, holding up his hands and shaking his head. "You four lunatics already deprived me of a romantic evening with my girl, I at least get to give her my gift in private," he finished as he crossed his arms over his chest in an authoritative manner. I sighed and rubbed the palm of my hand over his arm, because I knew there was almost no way he would win this fight against Alice.
"Sorry, Edward, unless it's something private, you're giving her the gift now. Plus, I don't think what you got her could be any worse than the one she just opened from me," Rose argued.
I leaned in to whisper in Edward's ear, because honestly, I just wanted to be alone with him, and if that meant him giving me his gift now, then so be it. As far as I was concerned, he had no reason to give me anything, considering he had spent the better part of a week practically nursing me back to heath.
"The faster we get through this, the faster they're out of here," I whispered, low enough for only him to hear. His eyes brightened and he shot up from the floor and up into his bedroom. He came back a moment later with a small rectangular box.
"For you, m'lady." He handed me the box and I untied the bow slowly, lifting the top. I gasped when I saw the sterling silver heart shaped locket nestled in the velvet. "Do you like it? Alice said you would approve, but I wasn't sure-"
I silenced him, gingery placing a finger over his overactive lips. "Edward, one, it's from you, so of course I love it. Two, it's beautiful, so of course I love it," I said with a smile, moving my finger from his lips.
"Good, cause you still have to look inside," he said. My curiosity peaked, and I carefully opened the locket. Inside, there was the same picture from the collage he had given me last week; Edward kissing my cheek in his living room.
No words were spoken as I threw myself into his arms – well, I kind of hopped into him, since I wasn't exactly capable of throwing myself. I held him to me as tightly as I could, whispering thank you, and telling him I loved him.
Soon after, Edward put my new necklace around my neck, Alice and Rose brought out a cake, and they all sang happy birthday to me like we were fourteen. The four of them left a little while later, after I practically begged Alice and Rose – nicely of course – while we were cleaning up and putting the leftover cake in the refrigerator.
"Mmmm, thank god," Edward mumbled into my neck as he stood behind me in the living room, with his arms around my waist. "I thought they would never leave."
"Well, they're gone now. Let's not waste any precious time talking about them," I laughed.
He didn't even address my comment. "Stay with me tonight?"
I turned around in his arms. "I didn't know I had another option," I said with a pout as I snaked my arms around his neck and kissed him slowly.
"You didn't." The next thing I knew, I was being swept up in his arms, and he was carrying me upstairs. On any other occasion I would have objected, but I knew he was paying silent tribute to the week before when we were literally attached at the hip, but not in the way I wanted. However, I also knew that he was telling me he missed me.
"I missed you, too," I said once he set me back down on my feet. He smirked and kissed me once more before pulling away, reaching into his dresser for a pair of boxers and a t-shirt, which he tossed towards me.
I pulled my dress over my head before pulling off my bra and panties, and putting on the clothes Edward had given me. Edward strode over to me, clad in only his boxers, and began peppering my neck with slow, sensual kisses.
"Edward," I said, reveling in the tingling sensation that was running through my entire body, from the very tips of my fingers to the edge of the blue nail polish on my toes. He pulled back with a frustrated expression.
"Sorry," he said as he crawled into bed and held his arms out to me. I joined him under the sheets and turned onto my side, tugging at his shoulders and imploring him to face me. "I know we can't do anything, and I should be grateful that it won't be longer than it will be until I can feel you again, but fuck, Bella, I want to." He rubbed his hand over his face and spoke again. "Now I sound like an asshole. I shouldn't have said that, Bella. I'm sorry. I'm just glad you're okay, you know that, right?"
"Hey, hey," I said, grabbing his face I my hands. "I know how you feel. I want you just as badly. And don't worry about hurting my feelings, because I know you didn't mean it like that." I kissed him, pushing past his lips with my tongue in one fluid motion. I moaned when the tip of his tongue touched my own, grabbing his perfect biceps tightly in an attempt to reign in the pleasure he made me feel.
"Bella, baby, we can't," he panted once he regretfully pulled his lips from mine.
"You can't expect me to stop when you go and call me 'baby,' you know." I snickered and kissed his cheek before continuing. "And just because we can't have sex yet, doesn't mean we have to suffer," I said, as I reached my hand down to his hard erection and began stroking him through his boxers.
"Jesus, Bella, are you sure?" the low groan that escaped him betrayed his question. I nodded, contemplating what exactly I would be comfortable doing.
"Yes… just, can we keep our clothes on? I don't think I could handle much more," I said as I bit my bottom lip. I was pretty sure that anything more intense than that would be painful for my stitches.
"Bella, I should be buying you a bracelet to go with your necklace for even letting me do anything right now," he said as his face dove into the crook of my neck, where he began sucking vigorously. His hand snaked between us and began rubbing my clit through the thin material of the boxer shorts.
"Oh, yeah," I muttered as I fisted my hands in his hair and tried my best to resist the urge to thrust my hips. I pressed more firmly on Edward's fabric covered cock, hoping he would take the hint and mimic my actions. His teeth grazed along my neck, and he started nibbling my favorite spot. I grasped his length in my hand and ran my finger across the tip.
"Fuck, baby," Edward grunted against my neck. He applied more pressure with his hand, and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge. I moved my lips to his neck and sucked his earlobe into my mouth, biting it gently. I tried pushing my hips harder into his hand, but it proved too difficult.
"Harder, Edward," I whimpered. "I can't… oh, god," I garbled as I felt him pressing rigorously against me, throwing me over the edge where I had been swaying.
I ran my fingers over the tip of his cock, feeling the wetness seeping out through his boxers. "Feel how hard you make me come, " I whispered in his ear.
"Bella…" he moaned as I gripped his length harder in my hand, stroking him though the soft fabric. A moment later, I felt him twitching in my hand, signaling his release. We lay in each other's arms, letting our breathing even out. "I love you," he whispered.
"Love you, too," I said, smiling at him and kissing his swollen lips. "I'm too tired to move," I whined. I wriggled my body out of the boxer shorts as Edward lazily rolled out of bed to clean up. I closed my eyes and listened to him move around the room until I felt the bed shift, letting me know he was near again.
"I missed this," he said as he came up behind me, spooning my body and holding me close. I hummed and nodded against his chest. "Happy birthday, Bella."
Don't forget to check out the outfits, the link is on our profile pages. Also, the link to the collage Edward made for Bella in the last chapter, as well as the presents from Alice and Rosalie are on flightlessbird11's blog.
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