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Edward Cullen/just wants a roommate
When Bella gets home, she has a stack of brochures and applications in her hands.
They fall to the floor when she sees what I've been up to since my talk with Emmett.
Rosalie and I have been installing shelves on my living room walls for a couple of hours now. Emmett was doing more harm than good, so we sent him to pick up dinner while we worked.
"What is this?" Bella demands.
"We're building shelves for your dolls."
A low growl rumbles from the back of her throat, so I drop my drill and approach her.
"I get it. Agreeing to move in with me will just give my mom more reasons to hate our relationship."
"Then why are you fighting for this so much?"
"Because I love you. Fuck what the rest of the world says."
"Just so you know, Bella," Rosalie stands up and adjusts her glasses. "This is more romantic than Emmett's entire proposal."
"He stuck the ring in a hotdog," I explain.
"Ew."
"I had to have surgery," Rose says. "And I said yes."