As promised, here is the second chapter! And technically part two of Edward and Bella's Valentine's trip! Enjoy!

Chapter Fifty-Two

I had a bought a silky black dress for the night and decided to throw on some red lipstick. Alice, Esme, and Rosalie helped me pick it out. We had a little girl time a few days ago. It was great talking with them about the whole Tanya thing. They made me feel a lot better.

What surprised me the most was Esme's reaction. She was both furious with Edward for allowing her to stay in our house, and she was furious with Tanya for trying to ruin our relationship.

She promised that I wouldn't ever have to be around Tanya again, as she called Carmen, Tanya's mother and told her everything. I was really surprised by her reaction. I didn't think she'd go to such lengths, but it did really make me feel good.

I also think hanging out with them really helped me feel better about Edward. I think that was the reason I could move passed everything so quickly.

"You ready, princess?" Edward called from the bedroom.

"Yeah," I sprayed myself with some perfume then walked out, my heels clicking against the hardwood.

Edward smiled as he looked me over, "Honestly Bella. I think this is my favorite look of yours. Black dress and red lipstick. You look so seductive."

I chuckled, "Alice helped me pick it out. It was one of the ones you bought."

"Ah," He smiled as he adjusted his watch.

When the girls had taken me out for our girls day, Alice made Edward pay. She ended up snatching his card and putting everything on it. It made me feel really awkward. But Alice told me that Edward needed to learn a lesson and burning a hole into his wallet would help. I disagreed, Rosalie was on board for it, and Esme seemed to reluctantly agree.

"Well, you look amazing," He said as he grabbed me and pulled me in for a kiss, "Money well spent."

I smiled, "Is that present for me?" I said as I eyed the brightly colored box.

"For you, but, mostly for me." He smiled cheekily.

I looked at him in confusion. He just laughed and told me it was for later.

"We better head down or we're going to miss our reservation." I said.

"Don't worry, I'm pretty sure they'll wait." He smiled.

We held hands as we walked down to the restaurant. Apparently a lot of people had the same idea we did. The hotel and the restaurant were busy. Every table was filled. I was slightly worried that we wouldn't get one even though we had reservations.

"Reservations for Cullen," Edward said to the host.

"Oh yes of course Mr. Cullen," She waved over one of the waiters, "This is Michelle and she'll be your waitress for the evening."

"Perfect," Edward said.

We followed the waitress through the restaurant. I wondered where our table was. The waitress opened a door and revealed a private room.

The room was decorated with at least a hundred candles and roses. I smiled, blushing a little.

"Did you arrange all this?" I asked Edward as he pulled out my chair for me.

"I did," He said, "I told you I wanted to make our first Valentine's day special."

"Well, you certainly have," I smiled.

The room was private, the music was low, and the lighting was low. It was over the top romantic. Edward had done a great job. He's always been such a romantic, but this definitely takes the cake.

The waitress went over the specials and poured us the sparkling cider. Edward got that instead of champagne, because of the baby. I told Edward to go ahead and drink, but since I've decided to keep the baby, he told me that it would be a communal pregnancy. Which meant that whatever I can't do, he won't do. The only thing he wasn't willing to give up was the coffee, but I wouldn't ask him to give up that. He was a monster if he didn't have his coffee.

"Wow this is really good," I said as I ate my chicken alfredo. It was delicious and I could already tell I was going to finish it all, even though the serving was as big as my head.

Edward smiled, "It is really good." He had gotten steak and lobster, and he had already eaten more than I had ever seen him eat before. So it must be very good.

I smiled, "That was delicious."

"It really was. I'm glad I went with this hotel," He said, "It was definitely a good choice."

"It was. I love it here. I really don't want to leave tomorrow," I said.

"We'll come back again. We'll stay for an entire week explore this place more thoroughly." He said.

"I would love that."

"You ready to head back up?" He asked.

"Yeah, let's go." I said.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulders as we walked back to our room.

"Today was so amazing," I said, "Thank you. This was the best Valentine's day ever."

"Well, it isn't over yet."

I looked at up him in confusion as he opened our room. Again, I was greeted by candles and flowers, only this time, the hotel was covered in them. I smiled as I followed the rose petals to the piano.

"What are you doing?" I asked as he sat on the bench.

"I told you I played the piano," He said, "In my free time, I'll sometimes compose. And I wrote something for you."

I blushed, "You wrote me a song?"

He smiled, "Sit."

I pulled my scarf off and sat on the cushioned bench facing the piano. Edward had loosened his tie and was preparing to play. I smiled as I watched him; my big tough man had a soft side.

He started playing, the melody soft and sweet. It continued on in a sweet way, I couldn't help but get teary eyed. It was so beautiful, and he played so beautifully. I was shocked that he was such a good pianist.

"How'd you like it?" He asked when he finished.

I wiped a stray tear away, "It was so beautiful. You made that for me?"

He nodded, "Yeah. It's part of your Valentine's day gift."

"Part of it?"

"Yeah," He cleared his throat as he stood. I noticed his cheeks tinting red. I cocked my head as I watched him place his hand into his pocket but not move it.

"Erm, there's something I wanted to ask you," He started, clearing his throat again, "I know we've moved fast through our relationship. We've done things that most couples don't do for years. And for me it's been pure heaven, but I know you have some reservations about how quickly we move, and I understand that."

"Okay," I said slowly, "What are you getting at?"

His hand was rubbing his chest, "Well, I know you said you didn't want to talk about the pregnancy this weekend. But, with you deciding to keep the baby, I want to secure our future."

When he pulled a little black box out of his pocket and kneeled on the floor, I gasped, placing both of my hands over my mouth.

"I love you Bella. And from the day I met you, I knew that you were the one for me," He said, "You are everything to me. I truly don't know what I'd do without you. I consider everyday a gift because I get to be with you. There's no doubt that you are my soulmate. I love you so much. Will you marry me?"

"Are you serious?" I choked, tears falling freely from my eyes, "You're not kidding? You really want to marry me?"

He nodded, "I'm serious. Will you marry me?"

"Oh my god," I gasped, "Yes. I want to marry you."

He smiled widely, a strangled chuckle leaving his throat. I held out my hand and let him slip the ring over my finger. I stared at the ring, admiring it.

It was a large, oval shaped ring with several tiny diamonds inside of it. It took up half of my finger and was a bit bigger than I was used too, but it was gorgeous. It was perfect and it reminded me of Edward.

He kissed my hand; I dropped to my knees and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I love you," I said.

His arms wrapped around my waist and he squeezed me tightly.

"I love you too," he whispered in my ear, "More than you can ever imagine."

I giggled, "I can't believe you asked me to marry you."

He laughed, "You're really surprised? You should've known I wanted to marry you."

I pulled away from him, "Yeah, I guess I did. I just didn't think it'd be this soon."

He smiled and pulled me into a deep kiss, "I love you so much."

"I love you too."

He kissed me again, but this time he put more force behind it, his tongue parting my lips and exploring my mouth. My hands drifted to his hair, absentmindedly pulling his body against mine.

As Edward stood, he picked me up into his arms and walked me into the bedroom.

"You have another gift to open." He said.

I giggled, "I'm eager to see what you've bought me."

He gently tossed me onto the bed and handed me the box. I looked up at him as I opened it, smiling.

I pulled the contents out, slightly confused about what it was. He blushed when I didn't immediately get it.

"Is this a…—"

"Yeah," He cleared his throat, "It is. It's kind of one of my fantasies."

I blushed, "Well, lemme go try it on."

I walked into the bathroom and pulled the outfit on. It was a very skimpy baker's outfit. There was a short, lacey white see through apron. There was a little chef's hat as well, that had 'Bella,' writing on it in fancy letters. There was also a pair of pink lacey gloves, a pink bow choker, and a pair of white stockings that clipped onto the pink thong. I looked at myself in the mirror.

Oh lord, Edward, could you be any cheesier?

I walked out of the bathroom and found Edward laying on the bed, completely naked. He had the chocolate covered strawberries on the bed, and a glass of sparkling cider, plus two glasses. When he saw me, his cock hardened, obviously appreciating this outfit.

"You like it?" I asked.

"I love it," He said, "I would say make it your daily uniform, but I wouldn't appreciate all the men gawking at you."

I rolled my eyes but giggled and walked over to the bed. As I crawled towards him, he growled, the noise immediately making me wet. I smiled and straddled his waist.

"So," I said, "You ordered the strawberry special?"

He chuckled, "I believe I did."

I picked up one of the strawberries and pressed it to his lips. He got the hint and took a bite of the strawberries. I bit off the rest of it, then leaned down and kissed him. His lips tasted like strawberries and chocolate.

"Mmm," He said, "Tastes delicious. But I think it needs a little something."

He rolled us over, so he was laying on top of me. He reached over me and pulled back a can of whipped cream. I grabbed it and rolled us back over. His eyebrows raised as I moved down his body and then sprayed his erection with the cream.

"Oh my goodness," He laughed, throwing an arm over his face, "My once innocent woman is a freak."

"I've been around you too long," I said.

He growled, "Well please Ms. Baker, do what you want."

I laughed again and started licking the cream from off of his cock. He moaned and strained his hips upwards as I licked all of the cream off. Once it was sufficiently clean enough, I wrapped both of my hands around it and focused on the tip.

From Edward's facial expression, I knew he loved it. His fists were balled up as he tried to control himself.

"B-Bella, stop," He said, grabbed the back of my head.

I snorted and pulled away from him. He grabbed me and rolled us, so he was on top. He untied the apron and pulled it off.

"There is one thing I want to try, if it's not too much," He said.

"What is it?"

He reached into the nightstand and pulled out a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. I laughed and held my hands above my head to show my willingness. He smiled and handcuffed me to the bed. I pulled against the cuffs, testing their strength.

He smiled, "Perfect. Now I can do what I want to you."

"Mmm, and what do you want to do?" I asked.

He started kissing my neck, working his way down my torso. He played with my breasts. He sucked in one of my nipples, sucking and nibbling until my hips were pointed upwards.

As he slowly worked his way down to my wet center, he nipped my boney hips, leaving teeth marks. His hands reached under my legs and pushed my thighs apart as far as they would go. I blushed as he stared down at me, a large grin spread across his face.

"I didn't get the chance to look at your wax, I like it," He chuckled; Alice had convinced me to wax it before our trip. It was a Brazilian wax, but they had shaped a little bit of the pubic hair into a heart.

Before I could respond, his face was shoved into my center. I gasped as he worked on my already sensitive clit. And with my hands being cuffed, I couldn't do anything more than moan and wiggle against his iron hold.

His thumbs spread my lips apart so that my clit was now unprotected and straining to meet his unforgiving tongue. I was now regretting letting him handcuff me.

"Oh, fuck, Edward okay!" I moaned as he assaulted my poor clit. I tried to kick him away, but he was relentless. It felt so overwhelmingly good.

He shoved two fingers inside of me and curled them upward. I both loved and hated how good he was at playing with my body. I was already cumming around his fingers, but he wasn't going any easier, if anything, his tongue worked harder against my clit.

"Fuck Edward please!" I begged, trying to close my legs but his shoulders kept them apart.

Abruptly he pulled away, his mouth and chin wet. He was smiling as he brought his thumb between us and started stroking my clit. With his other hand he guided his cock into me. My muscles stretched around him in the best way.

He started at a punishing pace. His fingers digging into my hips. I wanted to reach up and touch him, but the cuffs prevented that. He lifted up onto his knees, pulling my hips with him. He was able to hit my sweet spot. It only took a few more thrusts for my eyes to roll into the back of my head.

Edward was relentless, something he hadn't been in a while. I loved when he didn't show any mercy. I mean, I loved when he was gentle too, but this Edward was my favorite.

"Oh fuck fuck!" I cried as my second orgasm hit.

Edward's hand slammed above my head on the headboard and groaned, his hips thrusting harder. My legs were shaking now as he emptied himself into me. He fell against my chest as he calmed down. I moved to run my hands through his hair, but they were still cuffed.

"Uh, Edward?" I said.

"Yeah?"

"Can you unlock the cuffs?"

"Oh yeah," he laughed breathlessly. He reached over and got the key from the nightstand. I rolled my wrists around, feeling relieved that they were now free. Edward rolled us over and pulled me into his side.

He grabbed my left hand and admired the ring, "I'm so glad you said yes."

I smiled, "Did you think I'd say no?"

"A part of me did," He said, "I know you love me, but I was scared you'd tell me no. That you weren't ready or that you were too young."

"Well, I do think that I'm too young to get married, but hey, I'm too young to have a baby and here I am having one," I chuckled, "But, I do love you. And I want to be with you. Plus, I want my baby to be born into a stable environment and being married will give us that."

He kissed my hand, "I love you too. And I promise you, we're going to have an amazing marriage."

I looked up and kissed him, "I love you."

They're getting married! Did anyone see that coming? Lemme know in a review!