Quick Author's Note:
Two things.
1. I'm not sure with the timeframe of my story that same-sex marriages are regarded as legal but for the sake of creative license, in my story you can marry whomever regardless of sex/gender, etc.
2. Some comments on Bella's naivety and jumping to conclusions so easily…. I'm playing off the idea of SM's portrayal of Bella in New Moon and how she believed Edward so easily when he told her he didn't want her anymore. As mentioned in the book and movie, it was because of Bella's own insecurity and how it didn't make sense for him to love her because she was human/nothing. In this story, Bella's been cheated on so much in the story that her own insecurities, i.e. thinking she's unworthy of affections, etc. affects her rationale and decision-making. Hopefully, this chapter sheds some light on things.
* Note that POV changes in an awkward spot
Chapter 21
Love is when the other person's happiness is more important than your own.
-H. Jackson Brown Jr.
Edward's Point of View
…. A few weeks later….
"Introducing Mrs. and Mrs. Mike and Jessica Newton!" The MC announces and a resounding applause belts through the room as the two of them enter the large reception hall hand in hand. I feel a grin spread across my face from my spot across the room as I watch my sister kiss the love of her life.
The two of them stroll over to the long table in the center of the hall where the rest of the wedding party stands. Kissing both of their cheeks, I take my spot next to Mike's "best man" Paul(a) along with Benjamin, Marcus, and several other of Mike's friends. To the left of Jessica are the usual suspects: Jane, Angela, a few of Jessica's friends, and at the end of the table, a beautiful brunette who looked like she wanted to be anywhere else but here.
Dressed in a tan…beige…. sand…oh fuck it whatever color that was, strapless gown, with accents of some purple color, Bella was a radiant goddess that nearly made me drop down to my knees.
Her hair was pulled away from her face in some fancy knot intertwined with fresh flowers, exposing her long pale neck that my lips ached to press kisses against.
Wearing minimal makeup, sans her lips that looked plump, blood red and begging to be kissed, I wanted nothing more than to pull her into my arms and ravage her senselessly.
I should have.
I would have… if I could.
But I fucked that all up with one mere request.
If I hadn't been a dumbass and let things be as they may once Bella believed me about the whole Maggie situation, I would have agreed to Bella's idea of reconciliation, but instead, I said that the break was for the best and it was better that we remain as friends for the time being.
Yep, you heard that right.
Friends.
Boy was I regretting that decision now.
Apparently, I'd been staring at her too long and my attention is made known when I hear a throat clear. I suddenly realize that I'm the only one left standing and everyone has taken his or her seats. I feel my ears burn in embarrassment and flop down into my seat with an exasperated breath, catching the gaze of my parents as they wink at me conspiratorially from their own table where they sit with the twins.
From my peripheral, I see Bella blush and I try to divert my attention elsewhere but my attempts are futile. I try to focus on my plate as the food comes out and even the best man and maid of honor speeches, but yet my attention once again strays over to Bella. My attempts finally succeed when I watch Dad and Jess stroll around the room to Heartland's I Loved her First.
My efforts wane again over the course of the night as my eyes catch sight of her. Even with my back turned, I always seem to sense her proximity. I even catch her peeking at me occasionally although she averts her eyes when I try to meet her gaze. Bella dances with several of the guests including Dad and Benjamin, who whispers something in her ear that makes her flush.
I dance with Mom, Angela, Jane, both of the twins, and finally Jess who purposely steps on my toes and points out what a big dummy I am.
"You know, as the bride in white, your attention should really be on me." Jessica huffs. I laugh and press a kiss to her forehead.
"You look amazing Jess. I'm a proud big brother." She playfully swipes at my chest as I spin her around in a circle.
"That's "baby" brother and thank you. I know I look amazing but not as good as your girl other there if your gaze is any indication." Jess gestures over my shoulder towards Bella who is talking to my mom about god knows what, although I'm sure its something embarrassing about me.
"She's not my girl anymore." I confide. Jess pulls back and grabs my face with her hands.
"And whose fault is that? You told her you should be friends." Jess frets and I continue to twirl her around in hopes that our conversation isn't too obvious to bystanders and especially Bella.
"I know it's my fault. Don't remind me." I blanch.
"Care to explain why?" Jess pushes. I roll my eyes. Only on her wedding night would she try to question me about my personal life.
"Jess. Now is not the time nor place." Jessica seems to be contemplating something but nods her head.
"You're right. I'm just glad she still agreed to be in the wedding. I was worried for a second."
"Bella's too self-sacrificing to do that to you."
"For that I'm glad but let me say, watching the both of you avoid each other makes for some interesting foreplay."
"Foreplay Jess?" I interrupt.
"Tsk, you know what I mean. Besides, you won't be doing much avoiding for long since we have pictures to take." Jess chatters as the song ends. I grab her hand to stop her before she runs off.
"We already took the photos." I point out.
Taking those alone had been awkward. Being so close to Bella and not being able to do what I really wanted had been complete and utter torture. I'd smiled and played the part of the jovial brother and her the bridesmaid, but anyone within a ten-foot radius could see the tension between us.
By now it was pretty evident that something had transpired between us, but luckily for me, my family had been preoccupied with wedding prep, and so my personal life had been left alone.
"Those were the before photos. Now that everyone's had some food and alcohol maybe they'll loosen up." She finishes, looking around for mike.
"Trust me Jess, I think those two are loose enough for all of us." I point over to Jane and Marcus who's doing some weird rendition of the electric slide. We both laugh as Marcus nearly wipes out into Jane's chest. Jessica rolls her eyes.
"Oh boy. There they go. One glass of wine always goes to their heads. Anyway, be ready in fifteen. In the meantime, maybe you should go ask Bella to dance. She looks like she needs saving from Uncle Alec." Jess moans in horror. I look over my shoulder to see our Great Uncle Alec, who's pushing a hundred, looks like a prune and could give Ebenezer Scrooge a run for his money attempt to cop a feel on Bella's ass, as she struggles to get away. I press a kiss to Jess's cheek and head across the room to save my girl.
Whoops…. I mean save my friend.
"Hey Uncle Alec, you mind if I interrupt?" I watch as Bella's body momentarily stiffens. I can tell she's contemplating her options and see the resignation on her face at the prospect of being with me or at the hands of my weird uncle. She suddenly nods her head and I slowly begin to pull her away, earning a dirty glare and hit to the ankle by Alec's cane. We head to the center of the dance floor where several others are dancing and pull her body close to mine. The lights suddenly dim and suddenly, I'm reminded of our first night together at Freddie's just as Leona Lewis' Let Somebody Love You begins to play.
I never seen, such a sad face before….
I rest my hands gently on Bella's hips and she wraps her arms around my neck timidly in a loose embrace. With her heels, she's nearly at eye level, which would make this situation much easier, if Bella wasn't looking at everything else but me. Removing one of my hands from her waist, I direct her face towards mine so that she can meet my gaze. As soon as we make eye contact her gorgeous brown eyes immediately swell with tears.
Let somebody love you, let somebody care
Take the weight off your shoulders if it's too much to bear
Let somebody love you, if you have no place to run
Hold out
Reach out for me
And I'll be the One
"What are you doing Edward." She whispers. I unconsciously pull her closer until I could feel her breaths along my neck.
"Trying to dance with you." I reply in a gruff voice, my voice suddenly feeling thick. She doesn't say anything but her gaze doesn't waver.
"How are you doing?" I ask stupidly. Bella lets out a dark chuckle.
"Seriously Edward, we haven't spoken in nearly a month and that's what you ask?" She murmurs in disbelief.
"It doesn't have to be like this between us." I reason.
Don't be afraid, breathe
Gently surrender you heart
One Step at a Time
Baby Lean, Lean on Me
"How do you expect things to be between us friend…" She berates, her voice suddenly catching on the last word.
"Bella you know why…"
"Do I really?" Bella grumbles. She tries to pull back, but I refuse to let her go.
Trust in me baby its love that you feel
Come let me show you its real
"It was for the best. You know I'm right…" I reply and Bella sniffles. Her posture is stiff but she doesn't make any other attempt to remove herself from my grasp. The song continues to play and she presses her face against my shoulder. I rest my chin on top of her hand and I think to the night where I made the second worst decision of my life.
…Flashback to several weeks earlier….
"We need to talk."
I'm momentarily frozen in place, as Bella pushes past me and heads directly over to my couch. I watch, still frozen like a statue as takes off her shoes and curls onto the couch. Bella raises her legs up to her chest in a defensive motion and looks at me expectedly. I realize that I'm still standing there like an idiot and close the door behind me. I head over to the couch and awkwardly stand there wondering what in the hell I should be doing.
"Um, can I get you something to drink?" Damn it why was this so uncomfortable?
"As much as I want alcohol for this conversation, I rather not. Besides, it's late."
"Water then?" I ramble. Bella, annoyed with my idiotic utterances, grabs my hand in her small one and pulls me down beside her.
"Edward, just sit. We need to talk." She urges. I turn to face her and we both awkwardly stare at each other for several moments. After a few minutes of tense silence, I can't take it anymore.
"What are we doing Bella?" I tug on my hair gently in frustration. Her red-rimmed eyes begin to water and she begins fidgeting with the edge of her shirtsleeve that I recognize as one of my old henleys.
"About what happened. I just need to know." She sighs and suddenly a ball of agitation begins to build in my stomach.
"So you finally want to listen. Now?" I taunt in disbelief.
"Edward, I didn't come here looking for a fight. I just came for the truth." Her voice wavers slightly but there's a determined look in her eyes as if she's bracing herself for the worse while still trying to put on a front.
"What did you expect to happen Bella? You show up at nearly one in the morning expecting to talk after ignoring me for weeks on end. You ignore every attempt I make at contacting you and now you want to talk?" Bella bites her lips and her next words seem to add fuel to the fire.
"That has never stopped you before." She replies dryly.
"Yeah, well that's before I got the cops called on me." I scold. A look of confusion spreads across her face.
"One of your neighbors alerted the security guard about a possible domestic disturbance. Being found near nude and teary-eyed is not an experience I plan on repeating. Once was embarrassing enough. I could only imagine what kind of press that would have brought."
"I'm sorry that happened to you." She apologizes.
"Yeah me too, but it's not your fault. I see you got my gifts though." I gesture to her long braid where a lone flower is pinned at the top from the multiple arrangements I sent her.
"I did. Thank you." She plays with the edge of her braid.
"So I'm good enough to give you gifts but not to talk to." I note irritated. Bella lets out an annoyed sigh and hits her thigh with her palm.
"Just tell me about Maggie please." Her eyes begin to water again and with a resigned exhale; I explain things for what feels like the hundredth and hopefully final time.
Bella doesn't look at me at all while I speak, although I can tell she's reverently hanging on to my every word. Feeling confused myself; I look down at my hands and explain everything in detail, leaving no nuance up to debate. Once I'm finished, I'm panting and nearly out of breath. I look over at my clock to see that I'd been talking for over an hour. My gaze falls back on Bella who stares at something on my wall. I glance over to see she's looking at one of the many photos of us I have on my mantle. I wait for her to say something.
"Okay." I look her at in disbelief.
"Okay? Is that really all you have to say?" Bella fidgets again and gets defensive at my tone.
"I'm processing! Give me a moment to think?" She rubs her temples and closes her eyes. I glance over at the clock once again and see that it's a little after three in the morning. Feeling a little bleary-eyed myself and suddenly feeling like I have anchors attached to my limbs I turn back to her feeling defeated.
"Look, why don't we finish this conversation in the morning. It's late, I'm tired and not up for any more conversation." Bella looks up at me in alarm at the change in conversation but gets up.
"Um…yeah, right…. I'll just go." She gets up and tries to put on her shoes but I stop her.
"Lov…um Bella, I'm not going to let you go back out at this time of night. Just spend the night." Bella stares at me conflicted.
"Please…. we really need to finish this conversation and for my sanity, I would feel better if you stayed over."
"Okay…I'll just um…go get some blankets…. still in the linen closet right?" Bella admonishes. Of course, she knew where they were. She knew where everything was in my place.
"Bella you're getting in my bed." I sigh. She freezes again.
"Alone, Bella. My guest room is out of commission so I'll take the couch." I explain.
"I couldn't…I'll be fi…." I cut her off with a quick kiss, effectively shutting her up. I was over all the bullshit banter that had commenced so far.
"Damn it Bella, can you not try to argue with me on this for one moment and just do as I say? Please." I add on the end. Bella's eyes water again and a few stray tears fall. My fingers ache to wipe and soothe the wet skin but before I can she pulls away and goes towards my bedroom.
"You know where everything is." She shakily nods her head and closes the door behind her. I hear a few things shuffle around and the light beneath my door goes black. I clean up the mess I made and grab a blanket and pillow from my closet. I make my makeshift bed and try to fit my long frame comfortably.
Yeah, I could have slept beside her but being that close knowing we had problems between us would solve nothing. I would have much preferred to be beside the woman I loved, but we just weren't ready for that yet. There was still too much to discuss. The passion between us would never be the issue; it was the other things we needed to deal with before it ever got back to that point.
I stare up into the darkness and try to find some mental peace in the silence but my brain just doesn't want to shut off. I have too much on my mind. I can hear Bella's sniffles and soft voice as if she's speaking to someone from the couch and the urge to get up and comfort her is stronger than ever, but I just can't.
Sometime around five, the strain of it all is too much and I succumb to sleep. I awoke hours later to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. I turn over groaning at the ache that racks my back and neck and see that Bella is beside me on the neighboring chair looking at me wearily. She's dressed in nothing but my Henley and her braid is loose, dark tresses spilling over her shoulders. My eyes linger on the expanse of exposed skin. She's an angel greeting me to the new day and yet I can't help but feel ominous.
Bella pushes me a mug of black goodness, made just how I love it and I take it gratefully.
"I believe you." I nearly burn my tongue on the first sip I take in response.
"What?" I blurt.
It wasn't that easy.
It couldn't be that easy. There had to be a catch. I look back over at Bella for clarification.
"I said I believe you… that you weren't with Maggie when you were with me." She repeats slowly.
"Hmm…and what made you come to that conclusion, huh. Why believe me?" I challenge.
"I shouldn't?" Weariness spreads across her face.
"Explain something to me. What changed from last night to now to make you believe me so easily huh? After all this time. Saying you "believe" me doesn't explain the "why"." I complain, surprising Bella and myself at the slightly annoyed tone in my voice. I can't help it.
Her response doesn't give me the reprieve I desire now that's she's heard my side of things.
Now it feels like my stomach was in my throat and I was on the brink of hurling.
"I was thinking about everything that's occurred thus far and it was wrong of me to jump to such conclusions. Everyone's been telling me how naïve I've been and I guess I was afraid to look at the facts in front of me. We were practically joined at the hip; there was no way you two could have been together at the time. Bree tried to tell me, and so did Diego and even Maggie to my annoyance. I guess I was just scared. I was being foolish and I'm sorry for accusing you of cheating." Bella confides.
"And you don't think I was?" I badger.
"I'm sorry Edward, okay. I was wrong." I let out a dark chuckle.
"So that's it. You finally believe me after all this time and now what, you'll take me back." I add bluntly. Bella's quiet for a moment but slowly nods her head.
"It isn't that simple." Her head shoots up and that fiery glare that initially drew me to her makes a presence.
"Do you not understand my side of things?" I inquire.
"What do you mean?"
"Bella, please tell me you are not that dense. Can't you see the problem here?"
"That I overreact? Yes, I know! You know my history with my exes. It was just easier to believe that you would do the same." She growls defensively.
"Ding ding ding! We have a winner, now you see it. Was it too easy? I want you to understand that I'm not like your exes. Do you know how much it hurt to know you grouped me with those pieces of shit; that you have so little faith in me? How could you believe someone else so easily over me." I continue. Suddenly I'm up on my feet and begin pacing back and forth agitatedly. Bella's eyes never stray from my pacing form.
"I said I'm sorry okay! I made a mistake, but you don't get to play victim either."
"I'm not playing at anything. I know my role in this. I could have easily avoided this entire mess by mentioning Maggie earlier, but I didn't. That's my own fault and my own demon to deal with. But you…Bella how would you feel if the person you were in love with were constantly waiting for you to fuck up. I'm going to fuck up Bella! Because I'm human and I make mistakes. How am I to know that if I do one thing you don't agree with, that you won't go running for the hills and believe the first words someone else tells you?" I growl, my pacing suddenly stopping. My anger dies out quickly and all the fight seems to go out of me. Bella turns to me and tears are once again falling from her eyes.
"You love me?" Her voice catches on the second word.
"Very much so. I never got the chance to say those words and now I'm glad I did…because I think it just gave me the courage to say this." I let out a shaky breath.
"I don't think we should get back together."
Isabella's Point of View
"You don't want me?" My breath catches in my throat.
Fuck. He couldn't be doing what I think he is…is he?
I guess we were technically broken up when I thought he had slept with Maggie. But I had apologized…wasn't that enough? I knew Edward deserved more credit than I had given him. Everything he had said was spot on. He has never given me any indication that he would stray while we were together yet I had believed Maggie so easily.
It was my fault. I knew it.
Seeing the conflict in my eyes, Edward walks over to me and kneels in front of me. He grasps my small hands in his large ones, but it does nothing to ease my anxiety.
"Shit, Bella….I want you more than I ever wanted anything in my life….but it's not about what I want for you….. Or even what you want for me. We should be thinking about ourselves." Edward tries to assure me and yet I still feel conflicted.
"I'm not sure I understand." Edward's grip on my hand grows tighter as my palm begins to sweat.
"Bella…maybe this whole thing…you reacting the way you did…maybe its for the best." He argues.
"So it was okay for me to react the way I did?" I scoff. Edward's mood swings are beginning to give me whiplash. First, he was mad at me and now he was being my gentle guy, who caressed me as if I was the most fragile thing in the world.
"Yes and no." He continues.
"Stop being vague Edward and just get to it."
"Maybe we came into this entire situation a little too hard. It started off sexual and grew into something amazing but maybe that's just it. Who are we as Bella and Edward separately?"
"Edward…we were both "Edward and Bella" separately before we met. It just sounds like you want an out to see other people."
"Bella...I love you, and you say you love me…. but do you love yourself…truly?" I can't help the snort that erupts from me as I'm reminded of my mother's conversation about self-love.
This was getting ridiculous.
I release Edward's hand and now I'm the one up on my feet.
"Why is everyone asking me that?" I exclaim and Edward looks at me in alarm.
"I love myself okay. I'm breathing, I have a roof over my head and a full stomach which is more than what most people can say."
"Bella, I didn't ask if you were grateful for anything. I asked if you truly loved yourself. Every time something doesn't go your way you blame yourself as if it's your fault. From my understanding, you seem to put a lot of worth in the guys you date and I don't want to be held on that kind of pedestal. l don't want you to blame yourself when something goes wrong between us.
" I do not." I whine. Edward comes over and stands in front me. I have to look up given his height and see that his green eyes are dark, intense, and full of questions. Suddenly, I can't feel the ground underneath me anymore. I'm in Edward's arms and draped across his lap where his scent overwhelms me.
"Be honest with me love, when you thought that I had cheated on you with Maggie, can you honestly tell me that you didn't blame yourself in anyway?" The intensity of his gaze has me momentarily at a loss for words.
"Just a little. I wondered if I was enough for you." I reply softly. Edward's grip tightens on me and I lay my head in the crook of his neck. I feel the pulse of his heart against my skin and the rhythmic thump soothes my nerves. I feel him nuzzle the top of my head and he lets out a deep sigh.
"You're more than enough love….for any man." He tries to assure.
"But not enough for you…" I whisper. Edward presses a tender kiss to my forehead that makes me whimper.
"See you're doing it again. That self-depreciating manner you sometimes get. Where's my fiery girl with the no-nonsense attitude?" He questions.
"She's still here." Edward presses a kiss to the tip of my nose and settles me down onto the couch beside him.
"I know she is… deep down, but Bella I've been thinking about our relationship so far in correlation to the whole Maggie fiasco and I think in order for us to have a healthy relationship we should take a break for a while." Edward replies gently against my skin.
"So you want to see other people?"
"No I don't. And I hope you don't want to either, but I won't stop you if you find someone better than me. God knows you deserve it. I just think that we need to step back and focus on ourselves for a bit. You need to figure out who you are and I have a few things I need to deal with on my own." Edward finishes.
I'm silent but contemplate his words.
"Edward, no offense, but this philosophical bullshit is going right over my head." I reply bluntly and he presses another kiss to my forehead with a hearty chuckle.
"There she is." He presses a final kiss to my lips that somehow feels like the end but also the beginning.
"Bella for now let's be friends…..and in due time, we'll go from there."
….End Flashback…(still Bella's POV)
Let somebody love you
For all the right reasons
Let somebody love you
And leave all your troubles behind
Maybe we could be more than just friends
Somehow
Some way
I'm gonna make you want me to stay
"Was it the right decision, Edward?" I ask. Edward's silent although it looks as if he wants to say something more. Just when I think he's about to say something, Jess calls out for the both of us to get ready to take pictures. Using that as a cue, I pull away from his grasp, my body immediately missing his warmth against my skin.
I quickly run to the bathroom to clean up and make sure I don't look entirely like a blotchy mess. I'm standing in front of the mirror trying to mentally pep talk myself up when Edward's mom comes in with one of the twins, whose teary-eyed and makes a mad dash for one of the stalls. Elizabeth comes over beside me and I try to avert her gaze. Needing something to do with my hands, I fidget with this ridiculous knot in my hair that required enough hairspray to put a second hole in the ozone layer.
"Can you believe it? My little girl is married. I never thought I'd see the day. Three of my kids have finally found their other halves. Now I just have to hope that my baby boy is next" Liz grins wistfully. I fidget awkwardly at the loaded implication.
Edward would one day meet a woman he would ask to be his wife.
It wasn't going to be me.
At least while we were still friends.
"You look amazing sweetheart." I let out a shaky breath as Elizabeth comes over and wraps her arm around my shoulders.
"Even splotchy?" I joke.
"Even splotchy. Trust me sweetheart, you have quite the admirers out there, including my boy." She winks.
"Is that you meddling again?" I tease.
"Maybe… but not if it's the truth. Bella, please relax. Whatever happens between you and my son is your business." I give her an astonished look and she giggles.
"Yeah I know, I know. Let's just say, that husband of mine pointed out that I need to let things be as they are; que sera, sera and all that jazz." She huffs.
"My point is don't overthink it. Just let it happen naturally." I nod my head in agreement and nearly jump out my skin when I hear a little voice scream outside the door.
"Now do me a favor and help Ren when she comes out. She had a little accident. I need to make sure the other twin terror isn't running wild out there." I agree as I hear another small crash and Liz makes a hasty departure. I give myself one final look over and let out a hearty chuckle as Renata finally comes out the stall. Her dress is askew on her tiny body and she seems to be struggling with her stockings.
"Aunt Bella, help!" I momentarily freeze at the term of endearment, but let it slide. I help her straighten her clothes and even hoist her up to wash her hands. She giggles the entire time and I'm in awe of her innocence and pure joy for life. As we leave the bathroom she grabs my hand and I'm once again reminded of how trusting she is; unafraid and happy to just to be in the moment despite her previous little meltdown.
I keep this thought in mind when we join the rest of the wedding party. I catch Edward's eye and for the first time in awhile believe that just maybe everything was going to be alright.
...WLTYAS…..
...two months later…..
"How's the therapy session going?" Diego asks as he puts in his order for his table. I put in my own and turn to face him.
"It's going well. Dr. Jenks is helping me come to terms with a few things that I never paid much mind to." I admit thoughtfully.
"Is it like the movies? Do you sit on a long couch and pillow in a pale blue room with modernist furniture? Is the Doctor dressed in a suit with his legs crossed? Does he nod his head and says "hmmm" and "how does this make you feel?" every time you say something?" Diego rambles in one breath. I stare at him in astonished disbelief.
"Okay one," I hold up my pointer finger "this is not proper work conversation and two", I raise a second finger "I'm going to need you to get rid of your Netflix account because you are watching too many television shows. Dr. Jenks is a "she" and her office looks nothing like that." I add, quickly heading out to check on several of my other tables. When I return Diego corners me again.
"Well excuse me for being curious. It's not like you tell me much anyways anymore." Diego pouts as his table's food comes out. Mine quickly follows behind his and we head our separate ways. Once we're back inside, its no surprise that I'm alone with him once again.
No wonder people thought at one point we were dating.
"Whose fault is that? Ever since you knocked Bree up, you've been incognito. Still can't believe it by the way." I respond with a smile and Diego nods his head sheepishly.
My best friend had created a tiny little human.
With Bree.
Queen of the bitch brow.
Bree was now past the first trimester (much to everyone's shock when she found out). Her blood pressure had been a little all over the place (Probably since she never stayed still) and as per request by the doctor advised to take a step back. She now served as a seated cashier behind the bar three days a week, meaning more wait staff shifts to keep me busy and more time for Bree to bother me and pester me about my own personal life.
Yay….
"I can't believe it myself. I still haven't heard the last of it from Mama, she calls Bree and I every other day now." Diego grumbles.
"But you're going to be a Dad. Who knew, my little wittle Diego." I tease in a baby voice, pinching his cheeks. His olive toned cheek blushes bright red at the thought and if I thought he was happy about being engaged it was nothing compared to the possibility of being a father.
"I can't wait. And neither should you madrina." Diego smiles brightly.
I knew enough Spanish to understand that one.
"Really? What if Bree has someone else in mind?" I get slightly teary-eyed at the thought and Diego rolls his eyes in mock annoyance.
"Have you met Bree, chica? She's antisocial like you, which is probably while the two of you get along so well. Besides, I can't think of no one better to be the godmother of our little niña or chico." Diego grins as he grabs another part of his order. He's only gone a few minutes and when he returns, I grab him into a tight hug.
"What's that for Bella." Diego chuckles.
"No reason, just being an awesome best friend." I laugh.
"Still trying to get the goods Bella? Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I can't kick your ass." Bree smirks. I pull away from Diego and give her the evil eye.
"Yeah right Tanner, you have gravity acting against you." I point to her tiny baby bump which is nothing but a small pouch...lucky bitch. "What are you doing back here anyway? You're nota part of the wait staff anymore." I ask. Bree rolls her eyes.
"I was bored. Samantha and Embry aren't as entertaining as you two. Besides, your friend is here." She smiles broadly.
Oh yes…..my friend….
Edward.
Over the past two months, Edward and mine's relationship has been a whirlwind. It wasn't easy by no means, but Edward and I had fallen back into our usual routine of banter and waywardness… just without the sex and amorous touches. It had been a close call when we first hung out and we texted all the time, but it was not like it had been before.
It could never be that way again.
Not until we were both in a good place.
I missed it, but surprisingly I found myself agreeing with Edward.
For now, we were better off as friends.
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Fun fact: The song mentioned in this chapter is 1 of 2 songs that inspired this entire story. Leona Lewis's Let Somebody Love You is what I imagined playing during the first dance ExB have although I featured it here opposed to earlier song mentioned. Can anybody guess the other song? Hint: The Title of the story is a play on one of the song's lyrics and is by a famous country group.
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Xoxox Sylvia Cullen