"Edward," I squealed, as I turned around to find Edward patiently waiting for permission to enter my shower. I nodded, taking his hand and pulling him inside. He pressed a quick kiss to the top of my wet head before reaching for my shampoo.
My quick shower turned into an hour long shower. Edward handed me a towel as I stepped out, he turned to grab some clothes he had laid out next to my sink. I went into my closet to grab a short blue dress before I threw it on and ran back to the bathroom to start fixing my hair. I curled my hair first before pinning the curls in my face back with bobby pins. I rushed around the bathroom trying to make myself look presentable, I fumbled with my make-up finally dropping it and giving up the idea.
"Are you ready?"Edward asked, appearing inside the doorway of my bathroom.
"I just have to slip on my flats," I said, pressing a kiss to his cheek as I headed back towards my closet.
I met Edward at the door after I had slipped on my shoes, he reached for my hand after I had locked the door, and I let him lead me to his car. Edward opened my door and helped me inside, before shutting the door carefully. I stared out the window at the trees on the way to Edward's parent's house.
I can't believe this is happening, I thought a little dazed. I'm getting married to the man I thought I would never have. Maybe Edward was just doing this because he didn't want to hurt my feelings. But if that was the case then why did he sleep with me last night? Maybe he was just acting….or… I took a deep breath and for a moment allowed myself to dare to hope. Maybe he really did love me but if that was the case why didn't he tell me sooner?
"Bella? We're here," Edward said, snapping me out my thoughts.
I unbuckled my seatbelt and reached for the door, only to find Edward's hand as he had opened the door before I could. I blushed as he pressed his lips to my hand; Edward was such a gentlemen. Once I was out of his car, we made our way inside the house; it'd been so long since I had been here. The last time I was here for dinner was before we had graduated from high school.
I looked around, searching for any changes but I found none. It looked exactly the same as it had when we were in high school. Edward pulled me toward his old piano; I raised my eyebrows as he sat down on the bench, pulling me down with him. He began playing, his fingers gliding across the keys. I leaned my head against his shoulder, letting out a sigh. It was so beautiful. His fingers slowed as he pressed the final key, signaling the end of the melody.
"That was so beautiful, Edward," I whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"It should be, it's about you," Edward replied, huskily.
I blushed, looking down at my hands. I was surprised Esme hadn't come in the room yet; she loved watching Edward play. I looked around the room, as if Esme was hiding behind a statue spying on us.
"What's wrong?" Edward asked, noticing my wandering eyes.
"I was just surprised your mom hasn't come in here. You know she loves to watch you play," I said, standing up from the bench. Edward stood and followed me as I headed for the kitchen. I found Esme there, setting the table. Esme stopped setting the table to throw herself at us.
"I'm so happy for you two," she gushed, as she kissed Edward's forehead. The smile on Edward's face never left.
"Can I help with anything?" I asked, glancing around the kitchen.
"If you could finish setting the table that would be wonderful," Esme said, rushing over to check on the food on top of the stove. I finished setting the table, while Edward hovered over me – not letting me out of his eyesight.
"Edward, go spend time with your father," I said, shooing him out of the kitchen, as he was only in the way.
Esme giggled as Edward immediately obeyed, only looking back over his shoulder to look at me one more time. I shook my head as I made my way over to Esme, who was draining the water out of what seemed to be spaghetti noodles.
We carried over all the food to the table and Esme stepped out to call Carlisle and Edward to dinner. I took my seat as Esme returned with Carlisle and Edward following her. Edward sat down next to me as Esme and Carlisle sat across from us. Edward rested his left hand on my right knee under the table; I almost jumped when I felt his fingers squeeze my knee suddenly.
"So Esme tells me that my son proposed to you last night," Carlisle began, after Esme had led us in a prayer.
"Yes, he did," I said, blushing.
"My only question is, have you two been hiding your relationship from us?"
I looked at Edward, waiting for him to answer. I didn't want to say anything to them about our agreement; it would break Esme's heart if she thought we didn't really love each other. We did love each other but if we said we had agreed to get married at the age of twenty-five if the other didn't find someone else, then of course she would think we were just getting married as a deal.
"I've been in love with Bella since high school; we were together but nothing serious until now," Edward finally replied, giving my knee another squeeze. I blushed as Esme sighed happily, as if we were characters out of one of her romance novels.
"Well, I'm proud of you son, you've picked a wonderful girl to become your wife. She'll take good care of you," Carlisle said, glancing at Esme as tears began leaking from her eyes.
"I'm fine, I'm just so happy," Esme whispered, wiping away the tears. Watching Esme tear up caused some tears of my own to leak out causing Edward to worry about me.
"I'm fine," I whispered, into his chest as he hugged me tightly.
"Just look at them," Esme sobbed, now leaning into Carlisle's chest. Carlisle stroked Esme's hair slowly, a smile on his face as he watched us.
"I should get Bella home, she's got a big day with Alice tomorrow," Edward said, standing up slowly. I nodded before standing up myself, careful not to trip as we walked around the table. Esme hugged me first.
"You look beautiful tonight," she said, before launching herself at Edward.
Carlisle looked worried about Esme, I smiled.
"She'll be fine; she's just always had her heart set on Edward and I getting together," I told him, as Edward pried himself away from his mother. Carlisle pulled Esme against his chest as he walked us to the door.
"'Bye, drive safe," Carlisle said, smiling as Edward rolled his eyes. Edward loved to speed, and when I say speed I mean speed!
Esme called me in the morning to find out if we had set a date yet, she was ready to start planning the wedding. Edward and I had discussed it on the way home last night. He wanted to be married soon as possible, so I was going to ask Alice when the soonest we could have the wedding was today.
"Bella, please don't ask me to do this within the month," Alice moaned, already pacing across my kitchen.
"I didn't say this month, I asked when was the soonest," I said, rolling my eyes, she was such a drama queen.
"The soonest without too much stress is two months, but I can get it together within a month and a half since I've already started planning it." Alice said, counting out on her fingers silently.
"Okay, let me call Edward," I said, my phone already attached to my ear.
"Bella?" Edward answered, out of breath.
"Hey, listen Alice says a month and a half to two months," I relayed, silently counting up two months from today.
"Okay, how about … November twentieth? That's my parent's anniversary; it would be perfect for us to continue the tradition," Edward said, thoughtfully.
"Perfect, I still need to call my parents. I'll let you go," I said, smiling as I hung up the phone.
"November twentieth?" Alice screeched, running to grab her purse.
"We've got to go, dress shopping now!" she squealed, grabbing my arm and dragging me out the door. I sighed; here we go with shopping…