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Edward's POV

My hands kept pounding into the dough over and over again absentmindedly. Today was Tuesday. Today is the day. My mind was thinking about how I was going to propose to her. Should I be unimaginably romantic that would disgust even me or should I just cut to the chase? Should I get down on one knee even though I don't have a ring? Oy! I should have written to my mother in Chicago and asked for her ring!

God, this is driving me crazy! And where is she anyway? She should have been here an hour ago!

Irritable grizzly bears- none of those nice butterflies- attacked my stomach in nervousness and worry. She got hurt. I just know it. She is probably dying in the streets because of some mission those radical Zionists forced her into! I should have protected her better! I told her that she needs to be extra careful. No more tripping over nothing, even if she can't help it. What if one of these times she trips and hurts herself so badly that she needed to be taken to a hospital and that hospital gets blown up? A bit farfetched, but it could happen!

My hands pounded furiously into the dough until I could no longer feel my hands. I twisted the dough and broke it apart to make the daily pita bread. I threw it onto the stove without a care and groaned in frustration.

"Eddie, why? What did that poor little unborn pita bread ever do to you?" Emmet questioned me. We were both caught that night we blew up the bridges along with Jasper. All three of us were and still are best friends, even in this prison.

"Emmet, do not call me Eddie for the trillionth time." I answered in a monotone voice.

Jasper jumped into the conversation, worried by the tone of my voice. "Aw, come on Edward! Cheer up! Bella will show up any second now and the guards will take you into your cell where you can propose to her and will live happily ever after. Well, after you leave this place. I can promise you that she will show up very soon. It's all in your head."

I sighed loudly and stared at the loudly ticking clock in the bakery. Emmet laughed loudly and patted me hard on the back. That's going to leave a mark. "It's always the same routine on these lovely Tuesdays. You freak out that your kapara (A/N: sweetheart) won't show up and that she got hurt somehow. But then she always shows up and you come back happy as a clam! Then you are in a daze until Thursday, Friday you become your usual, serious self until Sunday, when you get nervous about Tuesday again! Man, don't you just love this routine, Jasper?"

Jasper laughed but I guess he caught me sneaking a glance at the clock again since he tried to distract me. "Hey Edward, do you remember that night we got caught?"

I gave Jasper the dirtiest look I could manage and Emmet's booming laughter deafened my ears. "Jasper, I think all three of us remember that night very vividly." I answered with a slight smile on my face.

Jasper rolled his eyes dramatically and replied, "No guys. I mean before we went to go blow up the bridges. We spend the evening in the bar and do you remember what Emmet said?"

"If the world was ruled by squirrels and cats were the enemy, I would be able to conquer the cats because they all like to be scratched on their chins." I answered quickly.

Jasper laughed loudly and Emmet scowled. "Well they do! Why do you think they always lift up their heads like that?"

I laughed along with them, successfully distracted. "Oh, I always thought they were just trying to get a good angle to attack you, Emmet. Thanks for clearing that up for me!"

Jasper finally said, "That's not was I was talking about though. Emmet said, 'No matter what happens tonight, we are all going to stay together cause I don't want to be alone in this screwed up world.' And you know what guys, we're doing a pretty good damn job at it…"

"Yeah, I'm getting pretty sick of you guys too!" I interrupted. Emmet tried to hold back a laugh, unsuccessfully. I don't know why he laughed at everything I said, but as long as it provided him entertainment…

"Mr. Mason, you have a visitor." A guard said at the bakery door.

My heart leaped a mile out of my chest and into the sky. My Bella is finally here! Jasper and Emmet both had very obvious "I told you so" looks on their faces, but I didn't care. I was going to see my Bella.

I practically ran across the courtyard and into the prison building. The guards were used to my behavior on Tuesdays and didn't stop me or question me, but only laughed and dipped their hats towards me. I hardly noticed anything around me as I ran through the narrow halls and into my prison cell. I skidded to a stop the second I saw her. My Bella.

She looked up from the small, barred prison cell towards me. Numb relief washed over me and I felt a stupid, goofy smile explode on my face. Bella smiled sweetly back, but the corner of her lips turned down into a frown as her eyes looked me up and down.

I was suddenly aware of my appearance. My clothes covered in dirt and flour. My hands caked in dried dough and random streaks of it all over my body. My hair was a mess and my face was probably unhealthily pale. I do my best to get in the sun as much as possible, but between the Bakery, services in the prison synagogue, and solitary, it was not very often.

I tried to rub off some of the flour on my clothes before I pulled my kapara into my arms. Bella giggled and pulled me so close to her; I could feel her heartbeat through her clothes. I breathed in deeply in her hair and smelled the strawberry shampoo she uses. I pulled back and stared into her shining eyes. She stared right back and whispered, "Hi."

I laughed quietly and whispered a hello back. I tilted my head forward and kissed her passionately until I could feel her shaking. So I moved my lips down to her neck while she caught her breath, but the shaking continued. She giggled again and pulled away from me suddenly.

"Edward Mason, have you shaven your face since I was last here?" Bella demanded in a furious, yet cute voice.

My face grew red. Crap. I forgot about shaving! Bella always hates it when I kiss her with stubble on my chin. Here I am about to propose in dirty clothes, covered in flour, and unshaven.

I stared Bella right in her chocolate brown eyes and whispered, "I am truly and sincerely sorry, Bella. It completely slipped my mind. Will you please forgive me?" I softened my voice and bore my green eyes into hers. Her eyes seemed to glaze over and her body relaxed suddenly. I would like to call this dazzling her. She nodded in a confused way, as if she had forgotten what she was nodding to.

I laughed silently and brought a wooden chair over for her to sit in. I couldn't offer much here, but what I did have, I made sure Bella got the best and only the best. I sat down on the stone ground and she sat down silently, with a frown still on her face. How I wish I could know what she was thinking! She always told me that her face was so easy to read, but I think she is the hardest person to read. I asked with worry, "What's wrong, Bella? I hate to see you upset."

Bella smiled slightly and avoided her gaze from my eyes. "Nothing is wrong, Edward. I still hate seeing you in a place like this. I just can't wait until you get out of here…and be with me."

My heart leaped and I stood up off the ground suddenly. She wants me to get out of here and be with her! She wants to be with me! This is the perfect time to ask!

"Bella, my sweet Bella, I can't wait to get out of here as well. It is only a matter of time until Israel is established and I can leave! And the moment I step out of this prison, I want to do something, something with you."

Bella smiled shyly, unaware of what will occur. My heart's beating so fast, I am sure that it will give me away! I took a lungful of air and carefully took Bella's soft, delicate hand. I rubbed my thumb over her's and watched her breath speed up as well. I stared straight into her wide brown eyes and I went down to one knee.

"Bella, I want to marry you. I want to spend my every day with you at my side as my wife. I love you so unbelievably much and I want to show it to you for the rest of our lives, forever."

Bella's eyes grew wider in shock and a smile exploded on her face. She stopped breathing all together and whispered, "Yes, Edward. I will marry you."

I jumped up and grabbed Bella to her feet. I swung her up in my arms and twirled her around. She said yes! My heart was beating in my throat and tears were streaming down my cheeks. My sweet Bella giggled endlessly as I spun her around endlessly. I kept kissing her everywhere: her cheeks, her neck, her lips, her forehead. I heard people clapping outside my cell, but I didn't care. I am going to spend the rest of my life with this wonderful woman here in my arms.

I put Bella back on her feet and gazed to her face. Tears were also pouring down her cheeks despite the huge smile on her face. I cupped her head in my hands and kissed her on the lips passionately, never wanting to let go.

Nothing can ever ruin this moment for me.

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