"Okay soooo," Edward turned around holding up two different bags of litter, "superior clumping action or baking soda for tough odors." His nose scrunched up as he eyed the bags again and then set them both into the cart, "We should just mix them, best of both worlds, right?"

I couldn't help but laugh, "Sounds good to me."

Edward grabbed a scoop, litter pan, liners and a few toys from the shelf.

"You don't have to get him toys, I do have some at home."

"No way, see this?" He held up a small blue and white stuffed R2D2, "He has to have this. I bet you don't have an R2D2 for him at home."

Laughing I nodded, "You're right, the Force is not strong with this one, apparently."

"Damn, girl, after my heart with that Force stuff." He winked and casually tossed the toys into the basket.

Apparently he was after mine with that sexy smirk and wink.

"While we're here, let's grab some human food. My fridge has seen better days."

We walked in companionable silence across the store, passing aisles of toys and toiletries before arriving at the food section.

"We have to make s'mores. It's tradition; as soon as the cool air rolls in, you load up the fireplace and watch movies and make yourself sick on these babies."

Edward grabbed for a bag of marshmallows and wandered further up the aisle to find graham crackers.

"It just so happens that I am a lover of s'mores and will no doubt put a few back myself."

"Come on, let's get some wine and chocolate and pick up Fitzwilliam."

Edward's hand wrapped around my own, he pushed the cart lazily through the store one handed to get the last of our items.

...

"Um, you can come up if you want. I mean, my apartment isn't nearly as awesome as yours."

"I'd love to."

We were greeted in the entryway with some bluesy and gritty melody. Collin and Alec must have been entertaining.

"Nice" Edward grinned and pointed one finger at the ceiling above our heads, "Good tunes."

"Yeh, the guys often entertain or just have music going. It's a good thing I love them so much." I joked.

Opening the door we were welcomed by Fitzwilliam, mewing a pathetic noise at us. I scooped him up and cuddled him close to my chest.

"Hi baby." I pressed kisses to his head, "I missed you, too."

The small kitten purred so hard in my arms I could feel the rumble in my chest.

"Great place, Bella."

Looking up, my eyes followed Edward as he moved around my small, IKEA furnished living space. It was cozy, to say the least, handmade quilted blankets from my grams and mom, framed photos covered the wall behind my couch and tiny origami stars and clouds dangled from the ceiling with fishing line.

"A project of mine." I waved at the danglies, feeling heat creep up my neck.

Edward lifted a finger to tap at a powder blue cloud, "I like it." He turned and grinned at me and my embarrassment sort of drifted away.