A/N: First, I am so very sorry for the delay in posting but real life can be a big bad BIOTCH sometimes. Please forgive me I'll try to do better next chapter. Thanks for the sweet reviews sujari6, esmie, queencullen 0527, msarkie, dazzleglo, blk366o, acw1, loveeDuckiee, Leibeezer, and shea1223. Welcome new followers and favorites BethandMolson, GethrenNZ, MichelleJK, MUW D'Bellegirl, HipHopB2ST46, KatherineGenavive, XKristinrenee, bendigo, betwl, boo1414, checkers1, d2woodworth, creativebella, cullenmeadow, SillyBeautifulOversensitiveGrl, jaantjj, kaserian33, bellaaliceswan4510, You make me happy : ) Forgive me if I skipped you. Some lemony goodness for the New Year! P.S. All mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns it all except Sheldon and Penny. Sadly, I don't own them either. This Must Be Heaven is sung by Rick Astley and written by Eugene Johnson, David Myles, Charles Overton and Robert Ross.

Chapter 29 "This Must Be Heaven"

BPoV

The aroma of coffee and food invades my sleep. My stomach grumbles at the savory scents but I refuse to wake, I snuggle deeper into my pillow tugging my blankets up to my chin attempting to return to dreamland. I refuse to let the enchantment of last night end. In my dreams, Edward and I float among the clouds. He twirls me as my gown catches the reflection of the glittering stars and we laugh. For once in my life, I am blissfully and simply happy. I'm afraid that if I open my eyes, last night's magical fairytale dream will be just that, a fairytale dream. I've never been a fairytale dream kinda a gal but I have to admit I'm kinda of loving it.

The aroma of the food continues to tease me as my stomach demands to be fed, I groan in defeat. My body is telling me it's time to wake up. In search of Edward, my right hand reaches back only to be met with cold empty sheets. I groan again as my eyes squint open. Through the narrow slits of my eyelids, I spy my angelic mauve dress worn on the most euphoric night of my life; the dress sprayed across a chair. My shoes strewn haphazardly on the floor near the dress. I wiggle my toes enjoying the freedom of the heels. Why someone can't design haute couture chucks I'll never understand. A euphoric smile crosses my face as I close my eyes and hum in satisfaction.

"No use fighting it, you might as well get up," laughs Edward from across the room.

"I don't want to and you can't make me," I groan ". . . but . . . it sure would be nice to be served some of that delicious smelling coffee and food right here," I tap the bed lightly, ". . . by a hot young doctor this fine New Year's Day," I tease.

Edward takes several long strides before crawling up my sated body. He whispers in my ear, "Your wish is my command," before flipping me onto my back and attacking my mouth, ". . . but later."

I struggle to break free as I protest morning breathe.

My protests to be released are countered by his firm arms and playful laughter that fills the room. "I love your morning breath," he proclaims as his tongue dances with mine.

"You're a weirdo if you like morning breath," I utter through his kisses and laughter.

Edward's kisses become more needy frantic. I have no alternative but to surrender my body to his. Who am I kidding? He can have me anytime he wants morning breath and all. All thoughts of morning breathe gone. He pushes the blankets away; I feel his harden cock against my thigh as he centers himself. Suddenly, my entrance quivers in anticipation readied with my sweet warm juices. His needy lips bite down on one of my nipples, I hum in satisfaction. With his fingers he squeezes and pulls the other to attention. My breath hitches, my heart races against my chest. He suckles my breast, the tip of his tongue plays with my aroused nipple. I wrap my legs around his waist digging my heels against his nice firm ass. He plants frantic delicious kisses across my jawline as my hand aligns his rock hard cock at my entrance. He hisses in pleasure as I run my thumb along the slit of his tip.

His mouth trails wet kisses to my other breast, he moans, "are we in a hurry my love?"

"Edward . . . uh . . . you started this . . . mmm . . . now finish it . . . ohhh . . . for fuck sake . . ." I pound the bed with my fist, " . . . before I . . . ahhhh." Before I can utter one more word, he thrusts into me filling and stretching my walls.

"Your wish is my command." He groans through gritted teeth as he begins to pound into me.

His thrusts are hurried and hard. I beg for more, harder and deeper. Yes, please deeper. He hangs my legs over his shoulders pounding deeper into me. My legs quiver and weaken at his thrusts. He's hitting that spot deep inside me, I love it. I love him. Without losing his rhythm, he lowers my legs flipping me over. I grab the headboard as he clutches at my hips. He takes me from behind, my juices dribble down my legs.

"Baby, I'm close. Cum with me," he grunts.

I rub my swollen nub, my stomach muscles coil, my weakened legs quiver as white stars explode behind my closed eyelids. Breathless, I fall to the bed as Edward's sated body covers mine. I feel his racing heart beat against my back. We are sleek slippery with sweat. He pulls out of me and rolls onto his back.

Trying to catch his breath, he snorts, "You hungry?"

I place my ear against his slowing heart, "I'm always hungry for you cowboy."

He wraps his sleek sweaty arms around my equally sleek sticky body. We wait for our heart rates to slow to a normal beat.

"Happy New Year baby."

"Happy New Year my love. I think we should start off every New Year just like that . . . it will be our New Year tradition," he smirks. "Come on, let's go take a quick shower then I'll serve you breakfast in bed." His satisfied smirk remains on his face as he leads me to the bathroom.

I slap his hands away a couple of times as we wash away our sleek sweat. I know if I let his hands on me we'll never leave the shower. I need to be strong. Leaving a frustrated Edward in the shower, I grab a couple of towels wrapping one around my wet hair the other around my body. I stop to scan the suite for something to wear. I sense Edward standing behind me. His arm extends out and hanging from one of his long fingers, yum his long fingers, is our Dartmouth hoodie and a pair of my royal blue boy shorts. Turning back to Edward, I'm greeted with a sentimental twinkle in his eyes. With eyes locked, I reach for the hoodie and shorts, drop the towel, and dress. His twinkling eyes turn to lust as I slip on our hoodie.

"Thanks Sheldon," I call out as I settle on the bed removing the towel to comb out my hair.

Edward plates the cooling food and pours two cups of coffee, "You're welcome Penny."

I take the coffee cups as he places the plates on the bed. We settle close together connected by our touching toes. Silently, we feed our hungry stomachs. As I eat, I think of how incredibly fortunate I am to have met Edward and his family.

"Tell me what you're thinking my love."

Without hesitation, I confess my inner most thoughts and emotions to him. "I'm thinking how much I love you . . . and how easy it is to love you . . . how natural it feels to me . . . to love you and . . . and your crazy family. I never thought about falling in love before." I put my coffee down and snuggle deep into Edward's side wrapping my arm around his waist. He returns the gesture as I contently sigh into his chest. "I'm so glad we shocked each other that day in the bookstore. Your cosmic electric shock . . . that shock brought me to life . . . changed my life. Maybe I should call you Dr. Frankenstein instead." I nervously giggle shaking my head into his chest, "Never mind, I'm being too melodramatic." This is all too new for me, these uncharted emotions, the intimacy . . . the love. I attempt to downplay the depths of the love I feel for this man.

EPoV

I place two fingers under Bella's chin lifting her angelic face to mine, our eyes lock. "Don't do that," I whisper. "Don't ever be embarrassed that you love me. I'm not. I'm not embarrassed that I love you. This love . . . this connection between us . . . this thing is new to me too." I place a gentle kiss to her lips. "All my life I've had this plan," I snort at my words, "I planned to be a doctor, I planned to get married, I planned to have a family but . . . but I don't think . . . no, I know I really didn't think about who I would marry . . . until now. Marriage and family was just part of my plan fill in the blank kinda thing." I take a deep breath as I continue to declare the depths of my love for this woman in my arms. "I don't know how to explain it. I've always planned on sharing my life with someone, to have what my parents have . . . but I don't think I ever saw the woman who would share my life until I met you. I know what I'm saying sounds so convoluted but I can't explain it. Maybe that's why I never had a relationship with any other woman . . . I was simply waiting for you." I place another kiss to her lips.

"Your words, your declaration of love . . . your simple honesty takes my breath away." Bella hesitates for a moment. "We're a lot a like you and I. I was always too busy taking care of my ditzy mother and overworked father and doing what my father thought was right for my life . . . I forgot to live my life. You were always so careful to follow your plans that you forgot to live your life . . . see just like me."

I snort, "We certainly are two sorry souls aren't we?"

Bella nods in agreement, "Yup, I think we are two sorry saps but . . . but I think now that we have seen the error of our way we can fix it. So," she pauses for a moment, ". . . so this is what we're going to do. You're going to forget about your plans and just live your life . . . throw caution to the wind . . . que sera sera."

I laugh at her silliness, "I didn't know you were bilingual."

"I'm a woman of many talents mister." She suggestively hints.

I'm silent for a moment before speaking fearful of her answer, "Are you still going to see the Northern Lights?" I never want her to leave me; I don't think I could live without her. My heart races waiting for her response.

She straddles me, cups my face in her hands, her eyes lock with mine, "Yes."

A disappointed breathe escape, my eyes break her hold on me.

She forces me to look at her but, like the petulant child that I am, refuses to meet her eyes. I am afraid of what she is about to tell me.

"Look at me," she commands as I try to pull my face away, "Edward, look at me."

Unable to deny my love anything, I gaze into her imploring eyes.

"Yes, I'm going on my trip but I promise . . . I promise you with all my heart and all my soul that this is going to be my last trip." She closes her eyes as tears slide down her cheeks. "I think . . . no, I know I haven't been searching for something . . . I've been running away . . . running away . . . away from me and my life." She lets out a stuttered breathe. ". . . but I'm not running anymore. I promise."

Bella seals her promise with a searing reassuring kiss. I trust her words and kisses that she will return to me. I surrender to her words until she suddenly breaks our cosmic connection. "Oh my gosh, okay, don't get angry . . . I know I just promised that the Northern Lights trip would be my last but I forgot . . . you just dazzle me so that all rational thought flies out the window," she nervously giggles, ". . . I forgot that I'm also going to visit my dad for a few weeks . . . did you forget because I sure did."

Again, I release an uneasy breath and snort. "Yeah, I did forget about that . . . but then that's it right?"

An exuberant grin spreads across her face, "Yes, I promise that's it and then I'll never leave you or home again."

"Home, I like the sound of that." I whisper into her hair holding on to her just a bit tighter. I smile as she returns my hug and kisses my neck. I pull her face to mine. Our kisses are passionate and slow.

She breaks the kiss first, readjusts herself so she is sitting on my lap and places her ear to my heart. "I love the way our kisses make your heart race so fast." She places her ear to my heart again. "Thank you for last night and this morning."

"You're welcome but I must confess momma bear did help with most of the arrangements."

"I figured as much. Is this your boat? This is a boat right?"

"Yes, it's a boat sort of and no, it's not mine. It belongs to my uncle. He was kind enough to let me borrow it for a few days while he was out of town. We have it for the entire day. Now, you have two options, we can make slow passionate love again or we can watch a rerun of the Rose Parade, your choice."

Bella taps her index finger to her chin carefully considering her options. "Hummmm . . . this is a tough choice to make. Truth be told, I've never miss the Rose Parade. When I was a little girl I would get up early and watch it with my grandma. We would sip on hot cocoa while we watched the floats. When I went to live with my dad . . . well, he always worked holidays so I would get up, have a bowl of cereal, plop down on the couch wrapped in a comfy blanket and watch the parade on television. I can't break the one holiday traditions I have . . . so I vote . . . Rose Parade."

What? What did she just say? Stunned, I am absolutely stunned. I cannot fathom that she would rather watch the freaking Rose Parade than make love to me. She would rather watch people sitting on a bunch of flowers waving to a crowd of strangers than make love to me. I can't believe her. I am absolutely shocked.

"Oh My Gosh! I wish I had my camera right now. That look on your face is classic . . . absolutely classic." Bella's words morph into laughter, loud boisterous laughter. Her outburst becomes louder as she appears to be experiencing some sort of seizure, her arms and legs flail. She wildly wipes her tears away between her hysterics.

Wordless, I get up to turn on the television to watch the stupid freaking Rose Parade and she laughs even harder, her body quivers. Still silent, I settle back on the bed. I fluff a few of the pillows placing them against my lower back. I might as well get comfortable if we're going to watch the fucking Rose Parade. Why did I give her a choice? This is all my mother's fault for raising such a gentleman. I shouldn't have given her a choice. I should have ravaged her like I planned.

Bella's chuckles slow as she attempts to catch her breath. She nearly hyperventilates from her outburst. Wiping the remnants of her tears from the corners of her eyes, she looks at me again but a few more giggles escape. I'm glad I amuse her.

She takes a few deep cleansing breaths as she crawls toward me. Her laughter subsides as her golden honeyed eyes suddenly darken. Like a deadly snake ready to attack she slithers along the side of my outstretched legs; the closer she gets the faster my heart begins to beat. I am frozen by her transformation. Her damp hair glides along my thighs as her mouth settles above my umbilicus. Her molten lust filled eyes enmesh mine; she licks her lips then attacks with her hot wet tongue that encircles the outline of my navel. My breath hitches as she blows cool air to the trail she is leaving up my chest. I am mesmerized, trapped. She licks her lips again and breaks our gaze before she bites down on my hardened nipple. I feel her grin as a guttural cry escapes my lips. My heart pounds against my chest as I reach for her face. Her darkened lust filled eyes transform into something more, a wicked playful gleam.

"So um. . . so um no Rose Parade," I whimper.

"No," her husky voice vibrates on my lips, "No Rose Parade. Now shut up and kiss me."

I surrender to her attacking her mouth, our tongues battling, our limbs ripping away clothes, plunging her sleek wet heaven and hearts beating in unison.

The first time is hard and fast and desperate.

The second time we are purposeful telling our bodies revering every inch reaffirming our promises and our love. Blissfully exhausted, we sleep in our cocoon tightly bound by arms and legs and hearts that beat as one.

A few hours later I feel Bella nuzzle deeper into my neck; I breathe her in almost fearful of letting her scent escape. I pattern soft gently circles on her back hoping to wake her from her slumber. I'm so happy she picked option two instead of watching the Rose Parade and, as much as I would give anything to stay exactly like this for the rest of my life, we need to get up soon. The limo will be here soon and I need to be at the hospital early tomorrow morning. I continue to rub her back whispering her name. "Bella . . . love . . . you have to wake up sweetheart. We have to get going soon."

Bella inhales deeply as her body detaches from mine contently stretching her arms and legs. "No, I don't want to go," she pouts. "Why can't we stay here forever?"

"My thoughts exactly sweetheart but unfortunately I need to be at the hospital early tomorrow morning."

Bella's stomach loudly rumbles between stretches.

"And, apparently someone is rather hungry."

"I can't help it. You wore me out earlier . . . you were insatiable . . . deliciously insatiable," she purrs ". . . but I am hungry," she winks at me ". . . for food . . . I need to sustenance," she declares through another long stretch. "Mmmm and I'm deliciously sore big boy," she adds before crawling off the bed.

I smile quite satisfied with my performance.

I pin Bella against the tiles of the shower; her leg instinctively hitches above my hip as her arm urgently cling to my shoulders. I lift her other leg as I run the tip of my achingly hard cock along the slit of her pussy. I feel it quiver with anticipation as I plunge deep into her tight heavenly warmth. Our moans echo within the walls of the shower as I begin to move in and out of her slowly at first but my thrust become wild with need to be as in her as humanly possible. I hit her sweet spot over and over as I thrust and swivel against her swollen nub. There are no words only guttural moans and groans of pleasurable pain. We come together one last time as the water begins to cool.

We quickly wash, dress and gather all of our belongings. We silently stand on the bow's deck of the boat staring out at the lake as we wait for our car. The evening air is crisp; Bella shivers. I rub my hands up and down her arms to warm her as she leans into me closer. "Do you want to wait inside? It's getting cold out here."

"No, I love the cold air. It makes me feel alive . . . unless you're cold. Do you want to go in?"

I kiss the top of her head warm by her concern for me. "Nope, I'm fine too."

Bella turns to face me. She's on her toes, her face a breath away from mine. She kisses the tip of my nose and I smirk at her silly gesture. "This has been the most amazing unforgettable . . . I can't tell you what it means to me . . . I love you so much Edward Cullen," she presses a tender kiss to my lips. Bella giggles as she breaks our kiss, "Even with hot cocoa, this beat watching the Rose Parade with grandma any day."

As I spot the limo drive up, I grab our bags. Bella leads the way to the car; I follow close behind. The driver places our bags in the trunk of the limo as Bella and I snuggle in the back seat. She rests her head on my chest as mine rest on top. Contently, we whisper words of love on our ride home.

Before the driver has time to exit the car, momma bear and her baby cub Alice are pulling Bella from the limo.

"Oh my goodness, it's about time! Tell me everything. Were you surprised? What about the dress . . . and the shoes, did they fit . . . did you like the twinkling lights on the boat . . . that was my idea," she gloats proudly, "oh, look at you, you're absolutely glowing. My baby boy done you good I see," she chuckles, "he gets that from his father." Esme wiggles her eyebrows up and down.

Groaning at my mother's words I mouth I'm sorry but Bella waves me off with a wicked wink.

"Yes momma bear your baby boy sure did done me good over and over again."

My head drops to my chest swinging side to side as I groan, "Why Bella, why do you encourage them."

A momentarily stunned momma bear and her cub burst into a raucous laughter with Bella joining in. All three walk toward the house arm in arm in arm as I watch the three women I love the most in the entire world talk and laugh about our sex life. With my arms in the air, I give up surrendering to my new world. A hormonal 'seventeen year old boy' lopsided grin spreads across my face realizing just how perfectly she fits between Alice and my mother and, more importantly, into my plans.

As the euphoric dreamlike events of our New Year's Eve and day linger in my thoughts, reality sets. The next few days flew by. Before I know it, my new rotation begins. Bella and I have become like two ships that pass in the night. Yes, I know that sounds so cliché but unfortunately that is our lives right now. With the passing of time, it also means that Bella will be leaving soon. She will be spending some time documenting her last adventure, she promises over and over, and then spending time several weeks visiting her father. I'm miserable knowing she will be gone for nearly a month.

"Edward, stop pouting." Bella admonishes me from across the kitchen table. "With your new rotation, you won't even have time to miss me. You sleep all day and work all night. We hardly see each other as it is."

Logically, I know she's right. Since I started my new rotation, I've spent most of my free time at Casa Cullen with Bella. We have breakfast together before I go to sleep. She lays wrapped in my arms and we talk in hushed tones about our days and nights until I fall asleep. When I get up we have a late lunch early dinner with my parents before we are off again in two separate directions. That's been our routine.

"I'm not pouting," I counter.

She stares at me with one of those eyebrow raised 'I know you're lying' looks woman do so well and I concede.

"All right, all right, I'm pouting. I'm just going to miss you so much my heart aches at the thought of you leaving me."

Bella puts down her coffee mugs and takes my hand from across the table and looks deep into my forlorn eyes. She takes a deep breath before she speaks. "Edward, I am going to say this over and over until you get it through that thick stubborn Sheldon Cooper head of yours. This is my last trip, at least alone, I promise you. You are my family now, you and momma bear and Alice and poppa bear and your crazy cousin Emmett and even that oxymoron Rosalie. I belong here with you. My life began when we met. My heart beats for you and you alone." She gets ups and sits on my lap. "I love you with all my heart and all my soul. I promise I will always be your Bella. I live for you; I will always come back to you." A single tear falls from her eye.

I catch the tear on the tip of my finger and kiss it to my lips. We sit in silence as our hearts beat in unison. I am content knowing she will always come back to me.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Again, sorry for the delay. Please leave a review the chapter moved you. Reviews are my air. Until next time. World Cup starting soon so gotta go.