Dear Miss Swan.
A/N: hey all! I love all you beautiful reviewers, I woke up this morning with a full inbox and I'm giddy. Enjoy….
Chapter 37
She'd finished crying when we were only thirty minutes away from the hotel we were staying at. The plan was to dump all our shit and go see her mom for the rest of the day before going to get something to eat at about eight.
The hotel we were staying at was…well my usual. You know big bed, flat screen, and humongous tub. But for poor Bella, the only hotel she'd ever been in was one of those motel things that you can catch a disease by using the spoons. So she looked like she was a kid at fucking Disneyland. She was so cute.
So I tackled her onto the bed. And yes, I totally yelled 'AAAHHHH!' before impact was made.
"Ugh! Edward you are such a child" she laughed, 'cos I started tickling her.
"I think it's already been pre-agreed that we are both the children in this relationship. When we have kids, let's just hope that they could give us a bit of guidance" it was a joke, but she didn't take it that way. She slapped my chest.
Ouch!
I give her one overdramatic sigh, before rolling off her and lying on the bed beside her.
"Do you think about stuff like that?"
"Like what? How immature we both are? Sure, all the time. Imagine if we'd never found each other. We'd be like…dead or something. We'd never survive it! We'd be like two orphaned children, aimlessly searching - ouch! Bella!"
She fucking hit me…again. Hello anger issues.
"Shut up Edward! I meant like about a future. Like kids"
"Oh! Well, sure I think about stuff like that. I mean, I love you baby, but if it's just you and me till we're eighty, I think you'll kill me before my time has come"
"Edward, can we please be adults for this one conversation" her tone was completely different from a minute ago, so I sit up and try to act like the almost thirty year old I am.
"Of course I think about our future. I wanna get married, to you obviously, and I want kids. A lot of kids"
"Oh Edward" she sits up and flings her arms around my neck. I take a big sniff of her neck, 'cos she always smells fuck awesome there. "How many kids?" she mumbles, from our entangled form.
"I always dreamed of having a 'Cullen Football Team'. All my own kids, no cousins or shit. 100% Edward Cullen Meat."
"Oh, are you planning to make them yourself, then?"
Damn, didn't think of that.
"Erm…100% Bella and Edward Cullen Meat"
"We're not having a football team"
"Awww Bella" I whine "why?"
"Because you're not the one doing all the heavy lifting, I am."
"Fine, let's agree on six then"
"Six!?"
A/N: more soon ;)