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I'm not sure what time it was as the sun crept into darkness of Edward's bedroom. We never officially fell asleep; this was more of an extended break between making love. Poor Miss Maggie. I have no idea what she thinks of me.

It's just so hard being quiet with Edward, he's so good... I can't ever get used it and he's always pushing my limits. And hey I can't complain. And that stereotype about white guys...totally doesn't apply to him. I don't think all the yoga and Pilate's classes I took in my life could have prepared me. I'm thankful that dancing does keep me flexible, which was the only thing I made me partly ready for him.

I hadn't been with a lot of guys, so I guess I'm not as experienced as the girls he was used to. But Edward doesn't care. At first I was intimidated by his whole "history". I thought he'd be disappointed in me and that would be the end of our relationship. However, it was the direct opposite. It's brought us closer, emotionally and of course physically.

I turned my head so I could see his face. When he was asleep, he seemed the most at ease. His thick bushy eyebrows led to his closed eyes. Dark shadows always seemed to stay on them as if he never got enough rest. But I knew my baby didn't, he worked so hard all the time.

"Izzy, with a man like Eddie, you have to be understanding. His job puts a lot of strain on him and you can't be mad if the boy wants to sleep." My mommy told me soon after she met him.

The job was more than just a physical strain on his body, it was emotional too. He never spoke much about his feelings, but I could always tell when something was troubling him.

His eyelashes were longer than mine, but not curled. They lay on the top of his slightly flushed cheeks. His hair was always wild and beautiful. It went every which way in large messy copper curls. I smiled as I listened to him snore.

His arm and leg were draped over me. We slept that way, almost in the exact same position we collapsed in after our last "round".

I was safely locked in. I felt safe, as I always did with him. And now I would feel that way forever, we were engaged now. I couldn't believe it. At all. As a girl I always imagined being married, but never did I imagine it would be to a white guy.

But real love knows no color, that's what I learned.
"Chica, we're all black in the dark." Angie said in one of our many girl talks about our relationship.

I kissed his straight nose softly. And then I moved closer to him. I love the way he smelled like licorice, even though I hate the candy I loved the smell. He started to wake up. He looked at me, his eyelids low. His pink lips form a slight smile.

"Ready for some more?" He asked me. He's such a light sleeper; the softest touch from me can wake him up. His voice sounds heavy and rough because I know he's still sleepy. His breath smelled sweet from the peach cobbler I made.

"Baby, go back to sleep. I'm not going anywhere." I whispered as I stared into his eyes. With his eyes sleepy and low like this I can resist him now. If they were wide open I couldn't fight it so easily. There's something about them, and the way he looks at me.

"I'm not that tired. And you're here, I don't want to waste a lot of time sleeping" he said. He sat up, closed his eyes while he stretched. His arms and chest are kind of hairy but he's in great shape. He isn't beefy, but his muscles are well defined. The sunlight highlighted his bare chest.

He rubbed his eyes and ran his hand through his sexy bed hair. Edward looked down at me as he sat there in his navy blue boxers. I knew he wouldn't go back to sleep now...

I sat up too. He smiled at me and grabbed my hand.
"I can't believe you said yes." He said looking at the ring. His long pale fingers held my hand.

"We've been celebrating the fact I said yes all night and morning Edward." I teased "I can't believe you asked me."

"You don't think it's too soon?" He looked into my eyes, and that was it. I knew soon we'd be making love once again. I wondered if he could hear my heart when it started to pound.

"No. It seems only natural." His fingers started stroke my hand slowly.

"Do you want a big wedding?" His eyebrows furrowed as his other hand stroked the side of my face. He concentrated on my eyes, still waited for me to answer.

"Not really. I just need you and a great dress." I smiled. The feeling of the tips of his finger made my skin feel alive. Sleep definitely wasn't a choice now.

"Do you want me to wear a suit?" He said as he pulled me onto his lap. I could feel the bulge that was there since he sat up.

"Um...maybe, I can't picture you in a suit. I want you to feel comfortable." He moved his hands under the tee shirt I wore; it was his shirt so it was really baggy. I could feel his large hands against my skin.

"It's whatever you want. I'll do my best to give you what you want." His voice got lower as his eyes concentrated on my breast. I didn't have to look down to know my nipples were hard.

"It'll be your wedding too. You have to be happy al-also" I started stutter as his hands began to cup my breasts. He was an expert with fingers...he knew what he did.

"All I need is you Isabella..." that was it. When his voice turned raspy and throaty like that. All my defenses were down; I had no choice but to surrender to him.

"Me?" He nodded and quickly took the shirt off of me. In an instant I felt his warm mouth on my chest. He sucked and teased my nipples with his tongue. He nibbled on them and that gave me a hot chill.

Then he kissed his way up to my neck...my sweet spot. I closed my eyes as the feeling took me over. "Hold on" he said and I held him close to me.

I felt him take control of my body as he scooped me up and carried me to the living room. "If she's up, she can't hear us here..." he said. He placed me on the couch. The sun hadn't reached this part of the apartment but slowly made its way from the small window in the kitchen.

I stared at him as he pulled off his boxers. I felt the wetness between my legs increase as I waited for him. He sat down next to me "I want you on top..." he said as he handed me the condom. He had them stashed all over his place, in case the urge came on to us. He smiled at me his enticing smile. You have to understand Edward's smile, the way it curved at the corners, was something else I loved.

It wasn't a perfect smile; in fact it was the opposite. It was crooked and showed his teeth. It was so beautiful. The way it was so imperfect...and I couldn't say no to him. So I climbed on top of him with a smile and started to kiss his lips.

I carefully unwrapped the condom and slowly slid it on him. For some reason he was more turned on when I did it. My hand slid slowly down his length, and I could feel his firmness. He let out a low moan as I did it and watched me. I slowly guided him inside of me.

I paced myself as I moved up and down. As much as I loved his "disco stick" I wasn't going get crazy too soon. I had to let my little kitty cat get used to him, all of him. And the more of him I took inside, the easier it was. The better it felt...

"That's it Isabella, f- me just like that." He growled as he held my hips tightly. He never cursed around me, only during sex and it turned me on.

I dug my fingertips into his shoulders and bounced up and down. I couldn't stop whimpering with pleasure. It felt so good...feeling him inside of me. I could feel him get harder. My skin started to goose bump, my hands and feet started to tingle.

"Scream...don't hold it in" he urged me as his lips passionately kissed my neck. Then I felt his teeth bite my neck.

"Ooh please." I sighed out loud.

Before long I felt him move up into me. I started to moan as I could feel it all over me. It was this rhythm that we shared...it drove me crazy. And he held me close and tightly. He panted and grunted like an animal. He slapped my bottom, it stung but in a good way.

"Oh...Edward..." I cried as one orgasm after another hit me. I felt one of his large hands on my hips and the other on my back. Slowly he leaned me back as he leaned forward. I was all the way back as if I were doing a handstand.

He held me in place and moved faster and deeper inside of me. I closed my eyes and grabbed his arms. I enjoyed every second of it...

As he moved harder, I knew he was about to come. He grunted with his final thrusts and I wrapped my legs tighter around him. And then that was it, he shook as he came holding me tight.

Then he pulled me back to him, we lay down sideways on the couch. He kissed me lovingly all over my face and my neck. He whispered "You have no idea how much I love you Isabella." I listened to how much he loved me and suddenly, I got overwhelmed. I started to cry, not sob, but cry softly. Cold tears flowed uncontrollably.

He kissed my face and stared into my eyes. "Is everything alright? Did I hurt you Isabella?" He asked. He never really hurt me during sex, even when he was rough. Not to the point of tears.

I knew there was apart of him, full with raw energy and emotion, the kind of passion that was found in the hearts of artistic men. The kind that rarely got the chance to be exposed and only came out during our wildest sessions. Or when he was really upset about work. But he would never hurt me.

"No...I'm just...so happy." I said sniffling. I couldn't explain it; I was always emotional after making love. But now, hearing him say he loved me and knowing he really did, and placed a beautiful ring on my finger.

"Come here" he said and hugged me. "Let's get cleaned up baby" followed him inside of his bathroom. He turned on the water while I attempted to tame my hair. I braided it, then wrapped it in a bun, and used a claw clip to hold it in place. I grabbed my shower cap and put it on.

I turned to him and he was already in the shower. I watched as the water hit his pale skin as he poured shampoo in his hair. I remembered when he wanted to wash my hair...as much as I would want for him to do that; my hair would be a crazy mess afterwards. It was little stuff like that he understood me and black women in general.

I stepped into the hot water and we soaped each other up. I closed my eyes as his large hands massaged and soaped my skin the same time. He started so sing which made me giggle.

"No woman no cry, no woman no cry. No woman no cry, no woman cry. Said said said I remember" he sang out loud. The bathroom echoed his voice and I couldn't stop giggling, but I felt comforted as he sang the song to me.

"You know for a white guy, you have a lot of soul." I said. He blushed slightly as we rinsed off. He wrapped me in a towel, gently patted me down. Then I used the same towel to dry him. I had to tippy toe to dry his hair. He stared at me as I did. When we were both dry we went back to his room.

"I have to go to the laundromat" he said looking through his dresser. He pulled out a pair of boxers.

"When was the last time you went?" I put on my panties and my bra.

"Can't remember." He laughed.

"Maybe we should go today." He looked at me and gave me the "I don't want to" look. "You might as well you have to work tomorrow."

"I wish I had a washing machine..."he huffed.

"We should put one on the registry." I laughed.

"We should. Are you going to call everyone and tell them?"

"Not yet...I want to just have this moment where it's just us that know." I looked again at the ring; I knew it was very special. It looked like a precious antique; I wondered if it had anything to do with his Irish culture.

"It looks so beautiful against your skin." He said in a low voice.

"Doesn't it?"
Today it wasn't as warm as the last few days. I threw on my old sorority sweatshirt and my shorts with my thigh high socks. I threw on my pink converses. I didn't mind wearing sneakers but I missed all my boots. I felt like the closer I was to ground, the more I tripped. Unless I was dancing.

Edward put on his basketball shorts and a hoodie. He was wearing his favorite pair of black Nikes. He finger combed his semi wet hair. He was so sexy and he wasn't even trying. He looked at me and smirked. Sometimes I wondered if he could read my mind, it felt like it.

He grabbed two bags of clothes and I grabbed the detergent. We left out the apartment quickly; I was too embarrassed to run into Miss Maggie. It was chilly outside and a little cloudy. The sunlight that woke me up was hidden behind big clouds. I hoped it wasn't going to rain I didn't have an umbrella.

Edward's neighborhood was different from mines. My neighborhood was more diverse, partly because of the college. But his wasn't, it was almost entirely white with a few Latinos here and there. As we walked down the block we got a few looks. That was something I guess I had to get used to. We never really talked about the way others reacted to us.

Inside the laundromat it was just about empty. It was a little old school too, most laundromats id been took dollars, this one still took quarters. They even had little pull out trays on each machine to put the coins. As Edward separated his clothes I went to make change for the machines.

There was a little booth inside that sold candies and mini bottles of detergent. Inside was an older white lady listening to the radio and reading the newspaper.

"Hi." I said with a smile. "Could you please give me change for this five?" She looked at me as if I were disturbing her.

"What kind of change?" She answered.

"Quarters for the machine please."

"I can't give you all those quarters you'll have to go somewhere else." She sneered.

"Well how much can you give me? My fiancé has a few loads to do." She looked at me then looked over in Edward's direction. Her eyes widened and she looked at me.

"That guy is your fiancé?" She asked.

"Yes he is and Id like as much change from you as you can give." I knew where this was going. This lady wasn't going to help me, instead she was going to be difficult and that was only because I was black.

"I don't have any change right now. Sorry" she said and she started to read the paper again. I stood there for awhile and then I walked back over to Edward.

"They don't have change I'm going to go see if I can get change from somewhere outside." I don't tell him about the lady I don't want him to stress it. He looked at my face; I avoided his eyes and looked at his clothes.

"They don't have any change? In a laundromat of all places?" He questioned me.

"I'm pretty sure they do, but not for me." I could feel his eyes on me; I could feel the anger start to rise in him.

"What?" He took the five from me and walked over to the booth. I followed him to make sure it didn't get out of hand.

"Hi." He said. The woman looked up at him. "My fiancée tried to get change. You said you don't have any?"

"No." She dry and flatly.

"So you mean to tell me that you have no change? And we're inside of laundromat? The only place you really need change besides the bus?"

"No change. That's it. Maybe you can go wash your clothes somewhere else." She sneered at me than looked at him.

"So what if someone bought a bag of M&Ms, you don't even have change for that? That's ridiculous!"

"I'm not going to say it again. There's no change and if you don't leave I'll call the cops." She said angrily.

"The cops?" I grabbed his arms he looked at me. I shook my head.

"Let's just go somewhere else, baby." I pleaded. I didn't want him to get anymore upset. His face was starting to get red and his lips formed a straight line as he clenched his jaw. He exhaled and then nodded his head.

We packed up the stuff and as we left out I glanced at the old lady. She gave a mean smirk at us. I shook my head.

"It doesn't make sense to me why people can be racist! In friggin' New York City of all friggin' places. There are way too many races here for that." He said angrily as we walked down the block.

"Some people are closed minded. Her mind is stuck in some other decade." I'd come across her type a lot.

"It pisses me off, the way they treat you. The way they treat us...it's never gonna change is it?" As we waited for the light to change I stared up at him. I could tell he was getting deep into thought; I didn't want him to brood over this. We had so much to be happy about.

"Baby don't worry about that now. Maybe we should think about the wedding" I smiled. He looked at me with sad eyes. I grabbed his free hand and rubbed it softly.

"The wedding? If this is going to be our life together...having to deal with this over and over...you really want to get married? To me?" He said sadly.

"Edward, it's all worth it being with you. Baby don't think like that. We knew it wouldn't be easy right? I knew and I still chose to be with you. Regardless of what any racist jerk thinks." I tippy toed so I could kiss his cheek. He gave me a small smile.

We found another laundromat; this one was more up to date. I got change and we put his clothes in the machines. We sat in the plastic chairs and watched the clothes spin around and around.

"So back to our wedding." I said with a smile. He smiled at me. "I always wanted to have a winter wedding and vacation somewhere warm."

"Really? I kind of hate the winter." He chuckled.

"What! I love all the snow, everything. So what do you want?" He thought about it awhile and smiled.

"Well my Granny had a beautiful home in Martha's Vineyard. It was really beautiful; I think that would be a nice place. If not there, City Hall."

"City Hall! My mommy would kill me if I eloped, then bring me back from the dead, and kill me again." I laughed and so did he. "But I've never been to Martha's Vineyard, it sounds romantic. That's what I want." It was. I wanted everything to be really romantic and easy breezy.

"I guess I can ask my dad about it. Figure out costs and everything." He threw his arm around me and pulled me closer.

"It doesn't have to be super big and expensive. Just our families and close friends, great food and music. And all we really need is each other." I could almost picture everything. After the clothes were done, we grabbed some heroes. We headed back to his house and ate.

"So do you want a long engagement...I mean...when should we...you know we have to pick a date." He said with his mouth full.

"Whatever is the easiest but the sooner the better." I smiled.

"I was hoping you'd say that." He blushed.

Thanks everyone for reading and reviewing! It really means a lot to me. I love getting feedback! So this chapter was a little different from Bella's POV. I just wanted to give you guy a different view from how she felt about things and how she feels about Edward. Did you like it? I think it will be the only chapter like this...but tell how me you feel about it, and what did you think about the chapter in a review! You can also message me. Have a great week everyone! :D