AN: Hi everybody! I apologize for the delay! Summer with two little children is insanely busy.

This story is coming to an end and should be complete in a couple of weeks.

Another of my stories, Blinded is on the poll at TwiFanfictionRecs for top ten completed fics for the month of July. Kind of excited about this.

Anyway, please enjoy!

Chapter 37

"This is a probably a horrific idea," Edward complained, trying to wipe up the juice from the tomato I was cutting on the counter. I was in his kitchen trying to create a culinary masterpiece and he was going to lose a finger if he kept trying to clean up while I worked. "Really, extremely terrible."

I had invited his parents, my dad and Billy over for dinner at Edward's apartment to announce the engagement that was no longer fake. I had briefly thought to have the shindig at my abode, but that thought was quickly squashed at the thought of Esme taking in my organized mess. She would probably run out screaming before I could put out the appetizers of crackers decorated with cheese spread. It said it was made with real cheese, but the bright orange color was a tad suspect.

"What would be terrible is if I chopped off one of those talented fingers of yours." I wiggled my eyebrows at him. "This is all your fault. I was planning on knocking you up first and making you marry me. Instead you took a wonderful way to drive Tanya insane and made it become a sneaky way to get a ring on my finger early. Tsk, tsk, my lovable boy."

Edward gave me the stink eye and started wiping harder. The he stopped and looked at me. "You knock me up? I think it would be the opposite way. I'm the guy!"

"Tomato. Tamato." I was trying to make perfect dinner and my tomato was squishy. "We had to tell them."

"I was thinking an email," Edward said with a shrug.

"No way, Chicken Little. You want to do the crime. You do the time." I cut into another ripe ruby shaded orb of goodness that splattered over Edward's white button down. "Oops!"

"Bella!" He pulled it off and started washing it off in the sink.

I licked my lips, as I watched him wash off the shirt. He wore only a undershirt and a pair of jeans. He was entirely too sexy in just a tee-shirt. I wrapped my arms around him and washed my hands around his body, while I kissed his neck. Edward leaned into me and asked, "What are you doing, lady?"

"Just wear the tee-shirt. It makes me horny." I bit his ear. "I think we have a time for a quickie."

"I think you need to finish that salad." He turned around and was trapped by my arms. Edward kissed my nose and added, "Save those sexy thoughts for later. I'll need them after dealing with my parents."

I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Come on now! Much can be done in two minutes."

"Way to make me feel like a sexy virile man, Bella. I can go longer than two minutes!"

"Not with my tongue on you," I quipped. My wet fingers played with the buttons of his jeans. A quick flick and it popped open.

Edward's hands pulled up my shirt and started to stroke my breasts over my bra. His mouth went to mine.

"Jesus, kid! Can you two give it rest when you have company coming!" My dad's voice made us pull apart quickly, as Edward buckled his jeans and I pulled down my shirt. "Is that your lasagna, Bells! That's worth being scarred for life again by you doing nasty things with Edward. Hello, son."

Edward was bright red like the tomato I sprayed him with. "Hello, sir."

Billy brought in a bouquet of daisies to me and kissed me on the cheek. "Hi, sweetheart."

Dad sat on the stool and looked at me with a strange expression. "So what is this Meet the Parents sequel moment? Am I DeNiro or is Carlisle. No offense Edward, but I don't want to spend time traveling in an RV with your mother."

Edward looked confused.

"Did Esme put this poor kid in a bubble?" Asked my dad.

"Pretty much," I said sadly.

Note to self, Meet the Parents viewing party!

Billy grabbed my hand. "Bella? Is this an engagement ring?"

Sort of.

Edward was dragging me from jewelry store to jewelry store to find the perfect sparkly bauble that would illustrate his adoration.

It was really sweet, but that wasn't my style. I would just ruin it with paint and clay.

"The perfect ring has to be here somewhere!" Edward was in a tizzy.

I rolled my eyes. This was getting annoying. "I think we should just get some sterling silver bands for the ceremony and be done with it."

"Platinum."

"What?" I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk as people rushed past us in the busy city streets. I usually enjoy the hustle and the bustle, but today getting pushed and shoved was making me cranky.

"The rings must be platinum. It's a better metal," He pointed out.

I got pushed into Edward by a massive man wearing a track suit. I pulled Edward into a nearby store. "Listen up, Scrooge McDuck! I do not need jewels or fancy doodads, because I know I love you and that you... Oh! Toy store!"

I had pulled him into a wonderland of bears, dolls, Legos and train sets. It had brightly colored balloons surrounding us that made it feel like I was in a circus. It was fantastic! I yelled, "Let's play, Edward!"

"We have to find a ring, Isabella! I need to show the wor..."

I ignored him and pulled him to a bin of wind-up toys. "Look Edward, it's a monkey playing tiny tambourines!"

"Bella..."

I kept winding up toys and tossing them at him. I almost hit him in the nose with a spouting whale. It was fun, but then I got distracted by the best thing ever. "I found my ring!"

I picked up a large magenta, plastic ring. It was destined to be my engagement ring. I pushed it into Edward's hands and made him put it on my ring finger.

He scoffed, "I was going to get you a diamond."

"But do diamonds do this?"

It lit up like strobe lights at a discotheque.

"You got me there," he admitted.

Indeed I did.

"Bella, did you have to steal your old man's thunder?" My dad complained. "I'm happy for you, but you could have waited until after my wedding to get engaged."

Esme screamed, "Edward, you're getting married?"

When did they come in?

Esme fainted and landed in a heap on the floor.

"Oh dear," Carlisle said, looking down at his wife.

When would people ever learn how to knock?