36.
it's too quiet again
so quiet you could hear a pin drop into a pile of feathers
or a thousand-miles-from-here wind ruffle those of the birds in its path
or the ticking of a faraway clock
and certainly a near
the one in the kitchen in the house behind us
that marks the seconds of silence
tick
tick
tick
tick
TICK
the seconds that followed his Marry me, beautiful girl
and my Uuuchgh
the seconds that have been too many
for Edward
though he won't tell me that
won't complain
because even though they are they're seconds that he'll handle
wait for to pass no matter how long he has to
until i give him what he wants to
what he'd rather i know
me
the old fashioned way
and the complete
and the perfect for him sweet
and the– "I think the cat's got her tongue."
the seconds are too much for Emmett
apparently
and the fact that they were too much for Rose "Shut up or the dog will have yours. Because I'll feed it to it."
and i'm suddenly glad for the noise
most of it
though feel the need to correct some "The dog is a he. Not an it. And not a dog at all actually. Because, like you very well know, he's–"
like Emmett does and interrupts me to do "NOT getting my tongue because you'd never give up getting it."
to Rose of course
which...
like Jake tried to say with his wolfy whimper...
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW!
a sentiment shared by him now too
shared by us all i think
except Rose of course
again
and Emmett i suppose
who's looking at her like...
well...
like a way that makes me feel sick frankly
until i look at Edward
and wish he was looking at me that way
in a hungry and willing way
and a cocky
because he is
Emmett not Edward
who can be sometimes
but who is only at this moment the first
the hungry
something i can't ignore anymore
because i know he's ignored it for too long
"Well, Mr. Traditional... since you are so... and want me to be so with you... how about a little traditional courting first?"
"She means a big sparkly diamond, bro," Emmett says before Edward can say anything "You fucked up by asking without one. Not to mention how you fucked up by not getting down on one knee when you did."
"Would you like to be put on both of yours?" i ask him
and his answer–though he doesn't speak it–is apparently NO
because he doesn't say anything else at all
and just stands there and sulks with his hands folded across his massive expanse of a chest
that i'll turn to rubble if he doesn't stop irritating me
and interrupting
"I meant dinner," I clarify
to Edward "Would you have dinner with me first? Before we talk about anything else?" and before you starve to death and we can talk about nothing? or ever DO?
and he smiles at that clarification
the one he heard
and at me
and my proposal
until what it was...
and what i am...
now...
and how i look...
makes it fall from his beautiful face
and something else replace it
and the seconds of silence before there's not
because he takes it away "Bella, I can't do that."
..tq..
think about how she looks. you know, before you get mad at him and call him stupid or whatever. which you may be calling me... or something even less nice... for leaving it there... but to not would have made it too long. and tomorrow is just a day away...
so, before i leave you on this, i want to say thank you. for yesterday. for letting me know you're still here. and didn't mostly–like i thought you did–make like a Cullen and leave. ;) i know not everyone reviews... and even less review every chapter, especially of a drabble-type thing... and some–so i've been told, wait for something worthy of leaving one for (OUCH)–but it's nice to know, even if only once in a blue (new!) moon... that you're not as alone as you feel. or think you are. ya know?
i hope you do. get that if nothing else. and have a great today. before i see you (even if i don't literally) tomorrow. xo