On My List

I felt his warm breath and soft lips trailing down the center of my bare chest before I even opened my eyes to see what he was doing. Edward rolled down the blanket, his smile evident against my skin.

I was warm. I was safe. And I was very comfortable in our bed.

"Good morning, Mrs. Cullen," my Englishman said in a practical purr. It was absolutely the sexiest sound I had ever heard. But, I had to correct him.

"You can't say that until tomorrow," I said, not opening my eyes but I smiled nonetheless. I could feel his matching smile against the underside of my breast just before his long tongue teased its way upwards.

"True, true. I'm just practicing."

Practicing had become our favorite word lately. Especially practicing for the honeymoon. The phrase sent chills up my spine and right back down to my probably overworked lady bits.

Overworked but well loved.

He moved his tongue gently over the swell of my breast before dragging it downwards once again. I moaned softly, one of my hands resting on the back of his neck.

"Perhaps we should save this for tomorrow night," I breathed, but he just chuckled, ignoring my suggestion.

"Mm, no. I don't think I could wait that long. No, ma'am. If I don't have you right now, I might have to sneak into your dressing room before the ceremony tomorrow and have you."

"Have me?" I laughed at his wording. "You know, it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding."

"You can blindfold me. Hell, tight me up too. I won't see a thing."

"Oh, sounds kinky," I laughed. "I wonder how we could pull that off."

It was something nice to dream about, but I knew it wasn't going to happen. Esme and Renee were stuck on me like fricking glue. As was Alice. We probably didn't have much alone time left before the day's activities began. Rehearsal dinner, but not before my special brunch. Neither were my idea.

Suddenly I felt like I needed to take the most advantage of my time.

I pushed Edward squarely onto his back and straddled his waist. He groaned as I took charge, my nails dragging against his chest. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his erection jerking against my thighs.

"Where did this come from?" He asked with a strained voice. I grabbed him firmly in my hand as I slid down onto his hardness. "Oh, fuck..."

"I suddenly realized that I wouldn't get to practice tonight and I wanted to get a little in before we have to see our families."

"Oh, baby, uh... Bella, I love the way you think," he half chuckled, half groaned, as his hands went to my waist. I rolled my hips as I moved up and down on him at a steady pace. I balanced myself on his chest with the palms of my hands, my fingers digging into his skin. With each stroke he rubbed the perfect spot, teasing me to an edge which I was already dangerously close to.

"Oh, fuck... damn..." I whimpered as Edward forced me down a bit harder, skin slapping against skin with a wet smacking thud. "Hell yes!"

Okay, so I didn't cross off cleaning up my language off my list. And I didn't finish it up completely. I didn't grow any sort of plant either. It wasn't for a lack of trying. I tried to plant a vine and let's just say it didn't live a week. After that, I gave up. I had more pressing matters at hand. Planning a wedding took a lot of time and energy. Or at least, that was my excuse, and I was sticking to it.

I did, however, cross off the new dish a week. Sometimes I skipped a week, and other times I made three new things in a single day. I decided it was best to average and it was officially crossed off the list the night before.

Edward's thumb dragged over my clit, making me come back to the present with a powerful thrust. I jerked against him, barely able to keep moving as a mindblowing orgasm racked my body. He finished a moment after, a sound of pure relief falling from his lips.

I fell against his chest, resting my forehead against the crook his neck. His arms wrapped around me, snuggling me tight.

"Happy birthday, love," Edward breathed softly, playing with my hair.

My life had come full circle in a single year.

A year before I wondered where my husband was. But now I knew exactly where he was. He was in our bed with his strong arms around me.

I was all alone a year before. Over the next two days, I would be spending time with every single person I had ever met. I would have a birthday brunch with our family, and rehearsal dinner with all my friends and family after that. And then, September fourteenth, an exact year after I met Edward, I would be marrying him in a church in front of over four hundred people.

So much for my small wedding. Luckily for me, all I had to do was sit back and put on the dress at that point. Renee, Esme, and Alice were taking care of everything. And Phil and Charlie we paying for it, despite my annoyance.

Actually, Phil was paying for the wedding. Charlie was paying for the honeymoon. Wherever it was. I had no idea. He was working with Edward to keep it a secret. He even had Alice pack my trunks for the two weeks we would be away.

The mystery was driving me crazy. I guess it was my punishment for surprising Edward in such a big way on his birthday. I didn't mind it though.

"In two hours the madness begins," Edward said in a quiet voice.

"I know."

"How are your feet?"

I knew exactly what he was talking about and it certainly wasn't the temperature. "They're nice and toasty," I assured him. "Yours?"

"On fire," he laughed.

"Would you like to fly to Vegas instead?" I offered with a giggle. "Elope and piss everyone off."

"And have your father shoot me? Well, only if my mother doesn't get to me first? I think not, my love. I'm sorry, but I'll be waiting for you at the end of the aisle."

"Hm, okay," I said, turning my face to the side and lightly kissing his chin. "If we must. I'd rather just get to the honeymoon part."

I expected more wandering hands and kisses after that, but instead, he was really quiet. So quiet that it made me nervous. I rolled over, imploring with my eyes for him to tell me what was wrong. He gave me a small smile, running his fingers through my hair. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"I was wondering... I mean, I know we haven't talked about it yet, but I thought it was about time that we talkedaboutbabies..." he said the last part in a rush, ripping it off like a band-aid so to speak.

Ever since Rosalie had her daughters about six weeks before, yes plural, I could tell Edward was itching to have this conversation. The second girl, the girl they didn't know about, was high in Rosalie's ribcage so that they couldn't see her. They didn't know she was coming until she was coming. It was a surprise to everyone, especially the doctors. With all this technology, you would think things like that wouldn't happen anymore.

Emmett and Rosalie had needed a lot of help adjusting. They certainly got it, from their entire family, but especially from Edward.

In fact, Edward had decided that he couldn't take the music business anymore and took a break so he could help. While on his break, Jasper convinced him to become the manager of the new bakery he was opening. His second store in a year. That's how well it was doing. He was projecting within a year of opening the second store he would begin planning on opening another one in Fort Worth.

And in all three stores, he would be selling Edward's jams and such. He called the brand Dulce Bella. It embarrassed me incredibly, but he wasn't going to be moved on the name. Trust me, I tried.

It was a great move honestly for Edward. He enjoyed cooking, and he would be working with his friends. Also, he would be making about twenty-five thousand more a year. I imagined Jasper was paying Edward a bit more than what was normal, but I wasn't going to say a word. My husband would begin about a week after we came back from our honeymoon, helping Jasper to set up the new store.

And I would begin work on their new website. But, that was something I would have to think about later because I had more important matters to deal with first.

"What about babies?" I said with a smirk, dragging my fingers over his jaw.

"Do you..." He trailed off nervously.

"Do I what?"

"Do you want to try? I mean, to have babies. I know that you like the kids, but I'm not even sure how many you'd like. I would like two or three, but I mean if you just want one that's fine. I'll be happy just being with you but I know we got the spare bedroom for possible kids and-" I covered his mouth with my hand, laughing at his nervous rambling.

It was one of my favorite things about my Edward, my love.

I moved my fingers from his lips and pressed mine to his softly. His cheeks were slightly flushed, his dark green eyes practically glowing in the early morning light.

How could I not want a baby with those beautiful green eyes?

"Edward, let's just say it's on my list..."

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