A/N: I don't own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does. I just dress them up in ugly uniforms and put them to work in the greasiest place in town. No copyright infringement is intended. I currently do not have a beta, so all mistakes belong to me, please be gentle. bellajade0919, one of my awesome pre-readers has stepped up and is filling in as beta on top of her other duties, thank you so much! Thanks to all of my pre-readers for all the wonderful advice, this story would not be the same without you. Sorry this is late, I got stuck working a new job and didn't have the time to fix changes. I decided to go ahead and post this without an actual beta, I figured you'd rather have the chapter with mistakes than to wait another week.

Chapter 19-The Plan

EPOV

As we walked down the steps from Bella's place on the way to the car, I couldn't believe Bella was leaving the house without her undergarments. If I recall, she wasn't wearing a bra either. I had to admit it was sexy as hell, but how was I expected to behave, knowing she was like that. I needed to get myself under control, or we would be treating the town of Port Angeles to a show.

Once we arrived at the car, I opened Bella's door for her and closed it behind her. It made me very happy that she let me do that for her, it was only one of the ways I was able to express my love to her. I got in the driver's seat and we were on our way.

"Baby, what sounds good?" I asked Bella, glancing at her through the corner of my eyes.

"I'm not dressed very nice," Bella said, seeming embarrassed, before adding "Wherever you think is good is fine with me."

She was right. As amazing as I thought she looked, her cut off shorts and ratty t-shirt just wouldn't do at the place I had in mind. I considered our options and I remembered a great place with excellent food. Bella will be much more relaxed there and there won't be any pressure to behave a certain way.

"How about we save the nice place for Thursday and we just hit up a small, comfortable place?" I confidently suggested. I wanted to take her out again, and Thursday just seemed to work out best with my schedule.

"Sounds perfect." Bella agreed happily.

As we drove, we fell into a comfortable silence. I felt an overwhelming need to hold her hand or touch her in some way, just to remind myself that she was indeed mine. Sometimes I felt like I didn't deserve her, but she loved me as much as I loved her. I needed to remember that even though I had a sordid past, I was a changed man. I owed my transformation to Bella.

Pulling into Rick's Place, a small family restaurant, I drug myself out of my mini-funk and the car to help Bella out. We walked towards the restaurant, my hand on the small of her back gently leading her to our destination. Once inside, the hostess seated us and we sat across the table from each other. She took our drink order after handing us the simply made menus and told us our server would be with us soon.

"So," I began, "what sounds good to you, Love?"

"Ummmm, I don't really know. I am starving, but I can't decide. It all sounds delicious." Bella replied just as her stomach growled.

We both broke out in quiet laughter when we remembered why we were so hungry. I must never forget to make sure she is fed at all times, as well as myself. We needed our strength if we want to continue going at it like we have been.

"Have whatever you want. I've been eating here for a while and everything I have had is wonderful." I told her because it was true. Well, it was true until I started frequenting McDonald's.

Our server approached us at that moment with our drinks. We both ordered soda, mine regular and hers diet. He asked us if we had decided and I couldn't help but notice he only addressed Bella. This infuriated me and I suddenly felt the urge to knock him on his ass. She's mine!

I cleared my throat and the douche finally looked at me. I gave him my sternest look trying to convey the message that he had better not be looking at my woman.

While I kept my eyes on our wandering-eyed-server, I calmly asked "Bella, Love, have you decided yet?"

He must have gotten the message because he turned his body towards her and stared at the notepad in his now shaking hands, pen ready. Good boy.

"I think I will have the Bayou Chicken Club on wheat bread with the green salad and Thousand Island dressing." Bella politely told the fucker while looking at me with a knowing look.

Continuing to stare at his notepad, he asked me, "And for you sir?"

"I would like to have the Barbeque Bacon Cheeseburger with an extra patty with French fries. That is all." I threw him a glare as I dismissed him with my order, still watching Bella.

The pimple-faced gawker left without another word, probably preparing to spit in my food or something equally disturbing while Bella and I kept up our stare down.

"That wasn't very nice, Edward," Bella scolded me, adding "He was just doing his job."

I guffawed, "Yeah, right. His job is to serve us, not ogle my girlfriend."

"Seriously? You're gonna go all cave man on me after I have to watch other women look at you? You think that's easy for me to deal with?" She questioned quickly.

"It's different," was all I can say. I was still unsure of how to answer her or whether her questioning was rhetorical or not.

"Right, and how is it different?" Bella pointedly suggests.

"Because I am used to it and I can take care of myself. You, on the other hand, are a woman, and mine at that. No one should be looking at you with lust in their eyes, especially when I am sitting right here." Open mouth, insert foot. She was not going to like that; I just implied she can't take care of herself.

"I understand what you're saying, but I can take care of myself. You don't need to protect me all the time. He is harmless. Besides, even if men look at me, it doesn't mean anything will happen. Look, I love you and will never love another man." Bella told me, a small smile forming on her beautiful face.

"I know you're right. I can't help it though, I love you and I feel like it's my job to protect you. It's my job to take care of you, in everything you encounter." I informed her, thankful that we weren't fighting. I could be a real ass sometimes.

"I appreciate that, really I do, but you gotta let this shit go. Save it for when it becomes dangerous or something." She implored, and rightfully so.

"You're exactly right. Can we consider this over and move on with our evening? I would really like to just enjoy our time together and not argue. I promise to work on it." I truthfully pleaded with her.

"Of course. What happens now?" Bella asked seeming innocently clueless on how to behave now.

"Well, for one, I would like to discuss your dinner choice." I suggested.

"What's wrong with what I ordered?" Her brows wrinkled as her eyes squinted.

"Nothing's wrong per se, I am just curious why you chose Thousand Island dressing?" I was truly perplexed, considering she was disgusted by Big Macs. Wasn't the sauce essentially the same as Thousand Island dressing?

"Why not? It's delicious." Bella stated matter-of-factly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"So, you hate Big Macs, but you love Thousand Island? Aren't they one in the same?" I retort, serious as a heart attack.

"Ew, don't even mention that god-awful sandwich. And no, they are nothing the same. No one knows exactly what's in that nasty sauce, but they are most definitely not the same." Bella exclaimed, and I let her win this round.

"Ok, Love. I will have to trust your professional opinion on this matter, you win." I proclaimed to her.

She chortled and replied, "I win? Really? I wasn't aware it was a contest?" she questioned, but obviously not expecting an answer. "It's okay though, I'll take it." She suggestively added.

We fell into a comfortable conversation and lost track of time. Before we knew it, another server brought us our food. I glanced towards the kitchen and noticed the boy who took our order was hiding behind a half-wall. Chicken shit. I was really looking forward to intimidating him again.

After a thorough inspection of my food and finding no bodily fluids, we ate our dinner and enjoyed our time together, talking occasionally between bites. When we were done, I tossed some cash on the table and we left.

I asked Bella to come back to my place but she insisted she needed to go home tonight. She still had laundry to do and wanted to get a good night's sleep. I thought about joining her, but regrettably agreed and decided I should do the same. I dropped her off at her apartment and walked her to the door before giving her a goodnight kiss. Once I heard her lock turn, I headed down to my car and went home.

BPOV

I had a wonderful time this weekend with Edward. However, we couldn't hide from the real world forever. The next day started a new week and we both had our lives to live outside of each other.

I switched laundry around, adding another load, before I took a shower and headed to bed. I will move the clothes to the dryer in the morning, I was sure Alice won't mind-letting us use her machines had been such a blessing.

Monday morning quickly came and I dragged myself out of bed. Since I took a shower last night and was still exhausted, I decided to skip that part of my morning routine and got breakfast at work before my shift.

Work was the same as always, except I got to enjoy Edward's presence at twelve fifteen. We couldn't really talk, but we shared knowing smiles and blew kisses at each other. The rest of my day seemed to drag by after that.

When four o'clock finally rolled around, I headed to the women's clinic in town to see about getting on the pill. I still needed to talk to Edward about the weekend. Not once did we use anything. Luckily, the timing wasn't right, so I should be fine. It was still a little early for us to have a child, not that it wasn't something I found myself thinking about often.

I headed to the pharmacy to fill my prescription before heading home for the evening. Edward had texted me saying that he was stuck working late and that he would call me when he was done. It looked like I'd be spending a night alone, but knew I'd be getting more sleep. I figured it was a good trade off, just this once.

Edward called at eight just as promised and it made me happy to hear his velvet voice. I told him about my appointment this afternoon and that I was now on the pill. He thought I was crazy for going to the clinic and that he could have just written me a prescription. There was no way I wanted him to be my doctor and boyfriend at the same time and I told him as much. There had to be a separation between the two if we wanted a normal, healthy relationship.

He begrudgingly agreed, and our conversation moved onto more important things having to do with birth control, or rather the recent lack of it. I did not want to have this conversation again and I could tell that Edward didn't either. We discussed our careless actions and both vowed never to be reckless like that again.

We talked about the possibility, someday, of children, but only when the time is right and things weren't so new. Again, another chat we had to have again.

Once the serious stuff was dealt with, we moved onto more enjoyable things such as our love for each other and stories about our past. Not that our love wasn't serious, it just was easier to talk about. Having not known each other very long hasn't been too much of a problem. We talked and talked about everything and nothing at all, well into the night.

It was an enjoyable time and I ended up falling asleep while talking to him. I only knew this because I woke up the next morning with a perfect image of my cell phone stuck on my cheek.

Tuesday, Edward visited me for lunch again, this time asking for extra sauce on his Big Mac while suggestively licking his lips. I giggled and rolled my eyes while handing him his change as he kissed my hand.

After work, he came to my place for dinner. I invited Angela and Ben to eat with us, but they had plans. Edward and I enjoyed a quiet meal together, by ourselves. It ended up being a good thing that no one else was here. While I was in the middle of washing dishes, he picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and carried me to my bedroom—I giggled the entire way.

After carefully placing me on my bed, Edward started to undress himself. Slow and steady, he allowed me the pleasure of watching him. Watch him, I did. His body was a work of art and I felt like I would never get enough of him. Once he was gloriously naked, and hard, he joined me on the bed and began to undress me. He left trails of kisses all over my body and we both enjoyed every single touch of his skin on mine.

We touched and kissed and whispered our love to one another for countless minutes; before he tenderly slid himself inside of me, only after putting on a condom.

As usual, the feeling of him entering me was exquisite. We fit perfectly together and I didn't think I would ever get enough of him. Not just physically, but emotionally as well. He kept up the perfect rhythm, moving in and out of me with ease.

There was no need to hurry; we could take our time as we made love. That moment had to have been our most beautiful moment together to date. We moved together in perfect harmony until we both came together, each of us calling the other's name.

Edward held me tightly to his chest while his cock softened inside of me. I returned his embrace and we ended up falling asleep in my bed as we held each other.

I awoke the next morning to the breathtaking sight of Edward exiting the shower wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. I still couldn't believe he spent the night. Not that it was unusual, but that it was in my bed.

I got out of bed, gave him a chaste kiss because of my morning breath, and headed into the bathroom to take my own shower.

We had a quick oatmeal breakfast and headed our separate ways for the day.

As it had become a regular happening, Edward came in for lunch while I was at work. We did our customary quiet flirting and acknowledged of our love for each other before he headed on down to the next window. That man is going to get fat eating this shit all day.

At the end of my shit, I headed home. Upon arriving home after work, Alice was outside playing with her flowers. I talked her into going shopping with me. Maybe talking her into wasn't the right word choice as Alice loved to shop, but rather I suggested she go shopping with me. She didn't refuse and insisted that she drive us-I think she was scared of my truck.

We ended up at a small boutique in town, which to my embarrassment, also sold sex toys. I found a beautiful, yet sexy pink…thing. You could hardly call it clothes since it barely covered me. I reminded myself that was the point and I purchased it.

Alice pointed out to me the benefits of the element of surprise with men as we headed home. Now that I had a plan, I just needed to find a way to put it into effect. Edward was going to love it.

A/N: Hmmm, what do you think Bella is up to? Anyone? Let me know your ideas in a review! As usual, you can find me on Twitter... (at) melonscraps. The awesome Padme-And-Anakin-4-Ever has made a thread over at Twilighted for this story, come chat! http:/www(dot)twilighted(dot)net/forum/viewtopic(dot)php?f=44&t=11061

As for Yes, Please, I am super sorry to you readers. I will NOT abandon it; I just want to rework it. I was told it wasn't very good by a few people. It has 'great bones', I just need to rewrite it and make it even better. I will start posting that near the end of Just Driving Thru, then start working on From Oxford, With Love. I do love you all and appreciate all the time you put into reading and reviewing. I have part of chapter 20 written, so all reviews will get a teaser this week.