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Chapter Twenty

My eyes are closed, but I'm very much awake. The TV's on low, and I can feel and smell Edward beside me - the big spoon, his arm wrapped around my waist.

Yesterday was freaking awesome.

I mean, aside from me feeling like I was suffering from heat stroke, yesterday was freaking awesome.

Edward on the beach - laying in the sun, building a sand castle, slurping a snowcone, feeding me a snowcone, playing frisbee, dragging me past toe dipping depth into the ocean, giving me salt water kisses, snuggling under a beach umbrella - more exquisite than I could have ever imagined.

I mean when I say holy cow, I mean holy freaking cow.

I've got pictures galore of Edward alone, Edward and me, our feet in the sand, our hands melded together, literally a shot of one of Edward's eyes - I don't know, but I'm keeping it forever.

More than once I caught girls and women checking him out, but he was oblivious, giving me all of his attention, and even though I know he's hard not to look at, I wanted to scratch their eyes out.

I'm not a violent or jealous person, but when it comes to Edward, I will take down the world and anyone who gets in my way.

Wow, maybe I need therapy.

That was kind of morbid.

But true.

It's not quite light out, so I know it's still early. We're heading to Orlando today - Disney World is on our itinerary - but I'm trying to hold Edward off a couple of days. I'd much rather spend a day at the most magical place in the world on his birthday. I bet anything he thinks I don't remember the day, but as if I could ever forget.

March 31.

The day the most beautiful person came into the world.

So, yeah, no Disney until Edward's birthday. I'll have to Google some alternatives to get us through the next three days…

Wait, Edward told his dad two weeks. We'll have to drive back home in record time to make it. I mean, to my home and then his home. Honestly, if I have anything to say about it, I'll be going to his home.

Seriously, do I actually need therapy?

What is he thinking, I wonder? Is he awake behind me planning our wedding? We've already named our kids, so the next step would essentially be our wedding.

What if he's thinking of dropping me off in Washington and just going home - back to his life of Chip and him?

Oh, the devastation.

Instead of wasting all this time thinking and conjuring up all these horrific scenarios, I roll over and face Edward who is wide awake and who smiles down at me like I light up his world - the same way he lights up mine.

He feels it.

There's no way he doesn't.

"I was thinking," I say, pushing my nose gently against his. "You told your dad you needed two weeks off. In three days it will be two weeks. Are we going to drive back straight through with no stops and sleeps? Are we going to Disney World today and then our road trip is just over?"

Please say no.

"If we can't stop and have our sleeps then no," he says, smiling before giving me a loud smooch that melts my heart. "Mornin'."

"Good morning, cowboy. Want to have a movie day? In bed, I mean. Not in a theater. Although, I love going to the movies. The popcorn is to die for. My aunt took me to this one once that had reclining chairs and it served dinner and drinks, but the bad thing is - I fell asleep and missed the movie…"

Edward chuckles. "You're funny, Swanie."

I nod because I have been known to be quite funny. "So, yeah to movies in bed?"

"Will we be wearin' clothes?"

I scrunch my nose, pretending to think about it, very aware we're literally naked right now. "Clothes are optional and not really appreciated to be honest, but let's go buy snacks first. It'll be like the real experience at the theater except better."

"Yeah," he says.

"We also need breakfast because I'm starving. Are you hungry? I'm usually not hungry when I get up, but for some reason, I'm so hungry."

"I could eat," he says, kissing my cheek all sweetly. "Wanna go now?"

"What time is it?"

He looks over his shoulder then meets my eyes. "Six."

"What! That's so early. I don't have hunger pains yet, so let's wait."

"You wanna just lay here?" He asks, snuggling closer.

"Did you have something else in mind? I sometimes like to just lay here and meditate peacefully when I wake up…"

"You're so full of shit." He shakes his head, grinning, and slides a big hand over my butt.

I nod and giggle. "I don't even know what meditate means," I admit. "You up for makin' some love, cowboy? Because I am. You're all soft and warm…" He pushes up and slides on top of me, pushing between my legs, leaning down and whispering kisses across my chest. "...and you smell good and feel good, and I like the way you feel inside me."

"Fuck," he tells my heart, kissing over the organ that adores him the most. "You always get me so hard."

"I'm glad," I say, and he raises his head, looking at me with lazy eyes and a smirk.

"I bet. You wet for me?"

"I'm thinkin' yeah, cowboy, but go ahead and check if you don't believe me." I shrug, and he licks his way down my body, giving me a thousand goosebumps on his way.

He eats me like I'm breakfast, and like always, I'm the one feeding him.

Such a spoiled cowboy.

An hour or so later, we're walking into the closest grocery store, loading the cart with snacks for our movie marathon. I'm pushing, and Edward's behind me, his chin on my shoulder, his scent invading my senses.

"Get some of them sour straws," he says.

"Okay. Do you like Red Vines? Oh! What about gummy lifesavers? Gushers? My mom used to get pissed and not buy me any of my treats because I'd eat them all the first day she brought them home and then the rest of the week I'd beg and plead with dad to bring me a treat home after work. He would, too, with a bag of puffy cheetos as a surprise."

"I'm guessin' I'm not the only one that can't say no to you," he says, kissing my cheek.

"Oh, dad tells me no all the time. Well except when I want a treat. Every Valentine's Day he gets me those conversation heart candies - do you know the ones?" He nods, and I continue. "He'd get the biggest bag, and I'd eat myself sick. To this day, he still gets them for me," I say, turning my head to meet his eyes. "So you want the Red Vines or the Gushers?"

"Why not both?" He asks.

"You're right. The gummies, too. You'll love them." I toss them in and we move along, grabbing drinks and even baked chips. "This should be good. I literally just picked everything. Are you even going to like all this stuff?"

"I'll like it," he says, steering us to the register. "Let's pay for this shit, so we can get back to bed."

"Do you just want me for my body?" I tease, and he wraps his arms around my stomach, making me melt against him.

"No," he says, nuzzling my cheek, hugging me from behind, killing me softly with just his touch. "If you're a good girl today I'll tell you what else I want of yours."

Holy cow.

"I honestly can't think of any ways that I'd be bad," I say, the thoughts spinning through my head making me kind of dizzy.

"I can think of a few, Swanie," he says, squeezing my belly, and I catch his dimples when I look at him over my shoulder.

"Don't turn me on in the grocery store," I say, my face warm, my body a freaking inferno in his arms.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Stop."

He chuckles and steps back. I want him back desperately but he starts unloading all of our crap onto the belt, and I have no choice but to help him. Of course he doesn't let me pay - the naughty gentleman.

"Can I drive?" I ask, just because, and like I thought he would, he just shakes his head with that adorable grin. "I knew you'd say no."

"Why do you keep askin' then?"

"It's just kind of our thing, you know. I ask, you shake your head without actually saying no, but you smile all sweet and hot, and I just like it." I shrug. "Plus, one of these days I'm going to break you - you'll say yes."

"Get in the truck, Swanie," he says, patting my butt. "I wanna watch movies with you."

"Oh fine," I say, climbing up, taking my assigned seat right in the middle. It's actually not the most comfortable spot - there's really no cushion - but I'd rather cut off my arm then sit so far away from him.

Crazy, I know.

Edward gets us on the road, and I search for movies on my phone before narrowing it down to a few.

"Urban Cowboy?"

He shakes his head. "I don't like the actor in that one."

I gasp. "What! His name's John, by the way, and he's fantastic. Well back in the day, that is. What about 8 Seconds?"

"Don't like him either."

"No way," I breathe. "Luke is precious! Did you ever watch 90210? Dylan McKay, my God, talk about a heartthrob. He was all the sexy loner just wanting love and comfort - I did not like him with Brenda. He went from Beverly Hills to Oklahoma cowboy. Like, wow!"

"Those movies are older than you are," Edward says.

"One's a show," I correct him, grinning at his pouty lips. "Such classics. We could do Footloose - the original, though. By the way, you just told me no twice, and they're older than you are, too."

His lips tip up, and I wrap my arm through his. "I never said the word."

"You're just sneaky," I say. "Footloose it is."

"Whatever you wanna watch, I'll watch, Swanie," he says, kissing the top of my head.

"As long as we're naked, right?"

"That!s right," he says. "I want you naked and feeding me candy."

"Is that the way to your heart?" I ask, not even really meaning to but dying to hear the answer anyway.

"No, you just bein' you will work."

"You do know you're going to marry me one day right?" I mean, I might as well put it all out there.

He nods, his dimples like a balm to my soul. "I'm just waitin' for you to ask me, Swanie."

"Shut up!" I laugh, shoving him with my body, my heart hammering in my chest.

We pull up in front of the hotel, and I help him carry the bags to our room, setting them on the small table before I tackle Edward to the bed like Hulk Hogan himself.

He laughs and catches me, landing on his back, my lips on his before he can even open his mouth. He growls low in his throat, his hands all over me. "No movie, baby?" He asks as I slide his shirt up until he lifts his arms and pulls it over his head.

"After," I say, kissing his chest, right over the heart I'm going to steal and keep for a lifetime. He pulls at my tee, and I pull it off, pulling at his arms until he's sitting up with me in his lap. "Let's make love first. The slow kind. I want to feel you everywhere."

"Yeah?" He asks, squeezing me and kissing the underside of my jaw before whispering in my ear. "You're such a good girl, Swanie. I'm thinkin' I already got the somethin' else I want of yours."

"I'm thinkin' so, cowboy."

He kisses my neck. "I'm gonna love you now."

"Okay," I breathe.

"Alright," he rasps.

Then he loves me.

They'll eventually stop makin' love. Well, I mean probably not.

In this story Disney World is open and there's no such thing as Covid or social distancing.

And I officially have no schedule because I can't stick to it anyway.