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Chapter Thirty-Six: Is that a yes?

Edward,

November

November and most of December went buy smoothly. We were still the number one team in the league, James didn't bother us, Bella became more popular by the second and her offers were out the roof.

It was almost Christmas and we were getting ready to get off our flight to Seattle. We had it planned out that I would spend a few days with her, head home first and then she would come to Chicago for the last few days.

"I'm so excited to see my mom," She gushed, "It's been forever. Oh and Jake too!" I chuckled and kissed her head lightly.

"I'm excited to meet your mom." I agreed, pulling her hand to grab our bags. "She sounds great."

Bella nodded enthusiastically. "The only thing I don't miss is the weather and the bitchy high school students."

"Amen." I laughed and she rolled her eyes. "Who's picking us up?"

"Either my father or Jake, I'm pretty sure." She answered absently as I handed her the bags. "I hope it's Jake; I don't feel like riding in the police cruiser." I grinned.

"I don't know . . . That sounds kind of cool." She simply snorted.

"C'mon, dork."

~TG~

Bella,

"Mom!"

I hugged her tightly smiling. "Hi, sweetheart." She laughed. "Oh, I've missed you."

"I missed you too," I murmured, pulling back. "How are you?"

"I've been good. The restaurant's doing well." My mother owned Forks diner; the only place here that has decent food. "And you?"

"I've been great." I enthused. "The team hasn't lost a game yet, my friends are fantastic and . . ." I blushed peeking at Edward who was talking with my father.

My mom smirked at me. "And you have a wonderful, gorgeous boyfriend." She finished smugly. "I must say, he's quite the looker . . ."

"Mom!" I scolded, biting my lip. "He's mine." I mumbled under my breath hoping she didn't hear.

She laughed loudly, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, yeah." I blushed a deeper shade. "Well, introduce me to your man." I internally groaned but led her over to Edward as told.

My dad smiled at me. "I was just explaining to Edward how comfy our guest room is."

I couldn't help it. I laughed. "Good luck with that." Edward grinned and kissed my head.

"Haven't you heard not to piss off the man with a gun?" He mumbled in my ear. I held back a snicker. "Renee I presume?"

My mother nodded smiling. "Sex god Edward?" I choked on my spit.

"When did I ever say that!?"

"Never." She answered casually, "I just wanted to see your reaction."

"You'll have to forgive my mother. She doesn't have a filter." I glared at her.

"No, no. That's fine. It just means I can get embarrassing stories about you." I frowned up at him. "What?" He asked innocently.

I just huffed and stomped into the house. This was going to be a long week.

Edward and I settled in after much persuading my father to let him just stay in my room because I'd end up crawling in bed with him in the guest room anyway. "I like your room." He commented, looking around at the photos on the purple walls. "It's very you."

"Thanks." I sighed, flopping back on my bed. "I miss it. I wish our room was this color."

The bed shifted and arms were wrapped around me. "If it was I'd have to give up my man card."

I giggled and kissed him softly. "Wouldn't you give up your man card for me?"

He rolled his eyes. "Nope."

"No?" I echoed.

He shook his head. "Nope." He repeated. "I'm pretty sure you like me being manly."

"Whoever said you were manly?" I mocked regretting it instantly as he started to tickle my sides.

"Hmm? Who's not manly." I gasped for breath.

"Your manly!" I screeched, breathing heavily as he stopped. "You suck." I mumbled.

"Do not." He argued. "I'm just dashing, smart, cunning –"

"If you keep that up then your head won't fit through the door." I interjected dryly.

"I'm just repeating your dream- words." I stared at him blankly. "What? It's true."

I sat up, "I know it is." I sulked miserably. "It sucks." He just smiled back at me.

We sat and talked for a while before my mother's voice leaked through the door. "Dinner's ready!"

~TG~

Edward,

I kissed a sleeping Bella's forehead before creeping out of the room quietly. I knew Charlie was up because I could hear the news on the TV. I sat down beside him on the couch hesitantly.

"What are you doing up, kid?" He asked taking in a swig of his beer.

I hesitated slightly. "I-uh came down to talk to you, actually." He raised his eyebrows. I could see in his eyes that he knew what was going on. My palms started to sweat. What was I supposed to say? It' not like I had experience asking this kind of thing.

"Really?" I nodded and he grinned. "Whatever about?" I could tell he was doing this to torture me. He was simply amused at my struggled for words

"About Bella." I blurted out after a minute. I almost hit myself. That was real smooth.

"Mhmm." I swallowed.

"Uh," I stuttered. "I was hoping to get your . . . blessing."

He set his beer down and looked at me fully. I'm sure my face was pale white. "You'd like to marry my daughter?"

I nodded. "Yes, sir." Well, that sounded ridiculous. "I love her very much and I'd be so lucky to have her for the rest of my life."

"You're so young." Uh oh. "I'm just curious how you could know it so early. It's only been a few months."

"It's just something you know, I suppose." I breathed steadily. "Bella and I, well, we are very attached to each other."

"I can see that." He agreed. "I think my daughter would be very lucky to have someone like you."

I stared at him for a moment. " . . . Is that a yes?"

He stared back. "Yes."

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