OMG. Finally saw "Vampires Suck" (the Twilight parody) this past weekend. HAH. So freakin' funny! If you haven't seen it, GO SEE IT. There are some seriously funny parts! Others were a bit grotesque and made me look away from the screen so I wouldn't vomit from my awful gag reflex, haha.

OKAYYYY, MOVING ON TO HAPPY THOUGHTS!

I loved all of your reviews about Ch. 28! I'm so happy you all like my portrayal of Renée! hahaha. I really liked writing that part, just because, for the most part, dear old Edward has been the confident and strong one and Renée has a good habit of saying the funniest things at the worst moments. XD

Hope you all enjoy this next chapter. It still has some Renée humor in it, but it also has some serious moments. :D

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Disclaimer: I disclaim owning these characters. I claim to own this plot. Okie dokie?


Chapter 29: For Love

Edward's face finally returned to its normal color once we'd left the kitchen and gone back into my room. "Bella I've never been that embarrassed in my life!" He was actually laughing at the situation.

"I can't believe she asked you that…" I grumbled to myself and pushed my engagement ring side to side on my finger.

"She had a good point I guess…but that was just so awkward!" He laughed louder this time and lie down on my queen sized bed. I shook my head and pulled my hair down from its ponytail.

"I also can't believe your parents are letting me sleep in the same room as you," He grinned at me in that familiar way.

"It doesn't surprise me that much…I just can't believe she's letting you…I thought she'd try to at least keep you away from me while we were here. I guess she's okay with us though…" I finally smiled and sat down on the edge of my bed.

He sat up and put his arms around my waist, "What are we going to do up here all week?"

"Hopefully not have to answer anymore embarrassing questions like that again," I shuddered lightly.

His lips pressed against my exposed shoulder, "I meant more along the lines of, 'are we going to be able to mess around while they're asleep or are they light sleepers'?"

I groaned and stood up, "Why is everyone in this house but me so interested in sex?"

"Because you're weird," He joked and pulled me back down onto my bed.

"I love your room by the way…the light purple color suits your personality. It hints at royalty or something of the sort," He grinned and kissed my neck.

"I loved your navy blue walls," I laughed and pushed him away from my neck; it was almost a reflex to push anyone away when getting too near to my neck.

"What color should I paint my apartment room?" He grinned.

"Black!" I joked.

"Only if you want it to be extra dark during the night," He winked at me.


The next morning I woke up at eight; it almost felt relieving to have that trait back. I knew my parents never slept in either so I went out into the living room and found them watching the morning news. "Good morning mom," I called as I sat down beside her on the couch.

"Well good morning sweetheart," My dad scoffed jokingly.

I rolled my eyes, "Good morning to you too dad!"

"What brings you out here so early in the morning?" My mom asked as she hugged me.

"I inherited the early bird gene from you two…but I just wanted to ask you not to ask Edward anymore embarrassing questions like you did yesterday afternoon." I said quietly to my mom.

"What was embarrassing?" She laughed.

"Asking him if he was…'being careful'!" I widened my eyes at her.

"Honey, I'm just looking out for you! I know you probably can't keep him off of you by the looks of him." She and my dad both started laughing.

My face almost hurt I was blushing so much, "No remarks like that either, please? He was really embarrassed yesterday…"

"Bella, we're grown adults. We know what can happen between two people who are in love. Why are you so embarrassed by us talking about it around you?" My dad took off his glasses and looked at me.

"I just am! It's not even so much talking about it around us; it's talking about us when we're in the same room!" I huffed and let my head fall back on the couch.

"Well honey, if it bothers you that much then we won't talk about it or make jokes about it." My mom nodded promisingly.

I walked back to my room to wake Edward up for breakfast; when I opened the door, he was still laying on the bed with his eyes shut; my perfect angel. I smiled, still wondering how a guy as gorgeous as him would find me so enthralling. "Edward?" I sang and kissed his neck.

He moaned quietly and opened his eyes, "I know I just woke up but you already have me in the mood."

I rolled my eyes, "Breakfast is ready, do you want to come eat or keep sleeping?"

"Can't you stay back here?" He sat up slowly and pulled me closer to himself.

"I suppose I could but we might end up being a little noisy." I gave him a slow, lingering kiss and stood up.

"Bella, god, that kiss is killing me! You can't leave me back here!" He caught my hand in his and tried to pull me back.

"If you don't want to be away from me then get up and eat with me!" I tried to pull against him but he was a lot stronger than I was; he finally pulled me back onto the bed and started kissing me.

"If I got up you might not stop looking." He smirked and ran his hand up my side.

"Are you wearing boxers or something?" I grinned.

He nodded, "I remember seeing your face when I came out of my room one time and I only had my shirt on over one shoulder…"

My eyes widened a bit, "You noticed my face?"

"Bella, I notice a lot about you that you probably don't think I do…I see even the smallest reactions you have." His hand trailed down to my hip.

"Edward, that's so embarrassing! I'll have to make sure not to let you see so many of my reactions then," I laughed and sat back up.

"I want to go somewhere with you today, just the two of us." He had a small smile pressing on the corners of his lips but it was enough to make a chill run down my back.

"I guess I could take you to some of my favorite places…" I smiled and straightened my shirt out.

"Don't forget your hair," He called as I reached for the door knob.

I ran to my mirror and combed my fingers roughly through my hair, "Thanks, that would have been a little embarrassing."

"Yeah, your parents probably would have commented on it," He laughed quietly.

As I walked out into the kitchen, my parents looked over at me and smiled.

"Did you get caught up back there?" My mom grinned.

"You promised no jokes!" I groaned and stomped over to the counter.

"I know, I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself!" She covered her mouth to suppress her laughter but I could still hear it.

I got some pancakes and put butter and syrup on them before walking into the living room. "Oh Bella, come on! We haven't eaten breakfast with you in so long!" My dad called from the kitchen.

"I'm not going to sit in there if you're going to keep making jokes about me!" I huffed.


Eventually I did join my parents in the kitchen but I was still a little sour. They got me to lighten up when they asked about wedding details.

"Did you get those pictures I sent you mom?" I asked brightly.

"Yes! They all looked so perfect on you Bella! My favorite was the second one." My mother got that sparkly look in her eyes.

"I liked the first one." My dad interjected his opinion.

"My friends that came with me liked all of them too…I was leaning towards the last one but I just can't make up my mind." I huffed.

"Well you'll have some time. You said the wedding would be in September." My mom offered.

"Yeah, but I don't want someone else to buy my dress," I laughed.

"Who's buying your dress?" Edward smiled at me knowingly as he walked to the table in a pair of light, torn blue jeans and a white button up.

The feeling that ran through me would have surely taken over me if I hadn't realized he was going to try and buy this dress if I told him about it.

"No one," I spoke loudly before my parents could say anything.

"Mr. Swan, could I ask you something?" Edward looked over at him.

"Fire away Edward," My dad grinned.

"Bella has told me that you would be very much opposed to my parents helping out with the wedding. I can certainly respect that but I don't want you and your wife to spend your well earned money when my parents are more than willing and more than able to help out. So I guess my question is whether or not you'd let my family help out with the cost?" He had his most polite face on and it annoyed me, but I knew my parents wouldn't falter.

"Well now, that's certainly a wonderful gesture," My parents smiled warmly.

"You're not going to let them help, are you?" I stared at them in shock.

"Well Bella, this isn't the nineteenth century anymore." My dad looked my way with purpose.

"But-you always talked about-" I started.

"Bella, we are going to be the ones paying for this. If his parents want to pitch in a little bit, why should that bother you so much?" My mother asked curiously.

My brain felt like someone had run a large current through it and fried it, "Fine, whatever." I sighed and sat back in my chair. All three of them stopped talking and looked over at me; Edward looked over at my parents and gave them an apologetic smile.

I went back to my room hoping to be alone but Edward followed me. Once the door was shut, he just stood there and waited for me to talk. I didn't want to talk and after a few minutes of silence he decided to make me talk, "Why are you so upset about this Bella?"

"Because I just am!" I huffed loudly and sat in my bean bag chair in the corner.

"Come on sweetheart, when you're miserable, I'm miserable. Tell me what's wrong." He sat on the edge of my bed and stared at me.

"I don't know why I'm so upset about all of this…I've just been living for the past five years supporting myself and suddenly you come in and offer to do everything for me. Now the people I thought shared my mindset just change on me…it's frustrating." I huffed and hugged a pillow against my chest.

"Bella…when I offer to buy something for you, I'm not doing it to spite you and frustrate you…I buy you something because I love you and I want you to be able to have whatever you want." He gave me a meaningful look and smiled.

"I know, but…my way of life is to just have what's absolutely necessary. I'm not a girl of excess or luxury…the sudden change is just difficult." I shoved my face into my pillow and felt him pull it away after a moment.

He was kneeling beside my bean bag giving me an apologetic stare, "I'm sorry. I suppose growing up the way I did…and then meeting you…I just figured you'd want to be spoiled, but clearly you're not that kind of girl. Maybe that's why I like you so much." I laughed softly and leaned over to my side so my head could lean against his shoulder.

Someone knocked on the door so I told them to come in. "Bella, is everything okay?" My mother smiled when she saw me leaning against Edward.

I nodded, "Yeah, my head just got a little too big for my shoulders for a minute."

She laughed and Edward grinned widely. "Well that's great!" She smiled, "I just wanted to make sure everything was okay before your father and I left. We have a movie group that meets once a week and we watch classic films."

"Oh, which movie is it this week?" Edward asked curiously. "It's called 'the Defiant Ones' with Tony Curtis in it…it's an old black and white film. It's supposed to be very good." She nodded.

We said a few goodbyes and then the two of us were alone in my room. "So I wonder what Edward is thinking about now that we have the house to ourselves?" I laughed.

He scoffed, "I was thinking about…um…not about sex!" We both laughed as he sat beside me on my large bean bag.

"I know you only wanted to go somewhere to have sex outside of a bed." I gave him a flirtatious grin without meaning to.

"Maybe so…but I'd gladly stay here. We nearly did it in my room but we can certainly do all of that here in your room." He raised his eyebrow at me as he started to turn his body towards mine.

"Please Edward; this has been my room for twenty two years. My childhood and all of those awkward teenage years' memories are here. I don't know how this would affect me later down the road," I tried to stay serious but the look on his face made me laugh.

"What a better memory to have in your room than this?" He seemed pretty serious and I wondered if he really did want to do this.

"I…I don't know." I sat up before he could lean too far over me.

"If you don't want to do this here, let's get out and go somewhere," He stood up and held out his hand.

"No…I…" My fear of public embarrassment and getting caught kicked in, "no, we can stay here." I stood up and pulled my shirt down.

"Mind if I do a few things before we start this?" He smiled and kissed me.

I shook my head, "I need to go to the bathroom anyways and brush my hair." He rolled his eyes as he smiled.

When I returned to my room, he'd draped some sheer red fabric over my lamp that was from my curtain rod and had lit the two candles beside my bed. "You certainly know how to put the mood into a room," I grinned and ran my fingers through my tangle-free hair.

"I want this to be special for you." He shrugged just barely and pulled me into his arms.

The way he held and kissed me almost made me want to cry; he was being so sweet and gentle with me that I felt like I'd never been with him before.

Somewhere in the middle of all the adrenaline and emotion, I did feel hot tears spill out onto my moist face. I couldn't tell if he'd noticed, but after I'd started crying he held me so tightly for a moment that I thought my ribs my crack.

My tears continued even after we were halfway sitting against my headboard and he was holding me against his chest. "Isabella, I love you so much," He breathed heavily into my hair.

I wiped a few tears off of his moist chest and hugged him, "I love you too."

"Was this okay? I want to make sure these are good tears," He let out the smallest of laughs. I nodded a few times and wrapped my arms up around his neck. "Are you all right?" He said softly against my ear. I tried to speak but I couldn't stop crying for the hormones surging through me. All he could do was hold me closely and kiss me, but we were both surprised when I fell asleep in his arms.


Say it together: AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! hahaha.

So...I'd really like to hint at the next chapter...but in all honesty I can't remember what happens...well, I think I might have just remembered something but I think it might just be my imagination running wild. HAH!

Please be kind and rewind-I mean...review. XD I love hearing your thought on my ramblings slash stories! hehehe.

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