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Chapter 34

"We're engaged," I whispered softly, holding out my left hand and watching the diamond sparkle in the low light. It was beautiful. It was perfect. He was perfect.

"Yes we are. You're going to be my wife," Edward said reverently, the arm he had around my shoulders tightening. I peeked up at him, and the smile on his face was blissful.

"And you're going to be my husband," I said, a note of disbelief in my voice at the thought of spending the rest of my life with this magnificent man.

"Soon?" he asked, echoing my words from earlier, a hopeful note in his voice.

"Soon," I agreed, placing my engagement ring-clad hand on his knee and squeezing, and then running it up his inner thigh, my nails teasing his sensitive skin through his trousers.

"How soon?" he asked, placing a sweet, playful kiss on my lips as he trailed his fingers down my arm, his thumb brushing the outside curve of my breast through the silky material of my blouse. My nipple responded instantly, tightening in anticipation of his touch.

"Not soon enough," I groaned, wishing we were alone at his house instead of on the couch at mine with the kids upstairs. I could hear the dull thump of Sarah's music playing, and over that Will's off-key voice singing in the shower—we were far from being alone. That didn't stop me from sinking my fingers into his hair and pulling his head down to mine for a thorough kiss. A woman could share a kiss on the couch with her fiancé, couldn't she? A long, intimate kiss that quickly turned passionate, with tongues stroking, hands seeking, and bodies rubbing against one another.

Thank goodness for the overly loud teenage boy who thumped down the stairs, allowing us time to separate. Despite the time his noisy intrusion allowed, and even though we were now a respectable distance apart, both Edward and I were blushing when Will came into the room, Sarah following right behind him. The two of them shared a knowing smirk at our guilty expressions.

"So, I guess we've got a lot to discuss, huh?" Sarah said, plopping down on the chair beside Edward.

"Discuss?" I asked.

"Yeah, like when's the wedding?" Will asked, falling into the cushion beside me and throwing his arm around me so that I was crushed between him and Edward.

"And where's the wedding?" Sarah asked.

"And where are we going to live?" Will countered.

"And when do we get to go to the fabulous Cullen Cabin we've been hearing so much about?"

"And when do we get to meet Carlisle and Esme?"

"And you've got to meet Charlie and Sue, and Renee and Phil too, Edward."

"And where are you guys gonna go on a honeymoon?"

Edward's head kept swiveling from Sarah to Will as they volleyed questions back and forth at lightning speed as he tried to keep up with their conversation. I felt myself becoming a little dizzy trying to follow as well, and I knew if I didn't put a stop to it they would take over the entire evening.

"Enough!" I barked, holding up both hands. Everyone looked at me, the kids looking a little stunned at my raised voice, but they were finally quiet.

Edward smiled gratefully. "We've got a lot of decisions to make," he said, "and we plan to include you guys in as many of them as we can. But can we just have tonight to enjoy being engaged? We promise that tomorrow we'll start to work on the details. But for right now, we just want to relax before it all becomes hectic."

Sarah shrugged her shoulders. "Sure thing. We're just excited for you guys, and excited to help out. Just make sure you don't make any big decisions without us, got it?" she demanded, pointing a finger at Edward.

"Yes, ma'am!" Edward said with a mock salute. She saluted him back, and they shared a huge grin.

"All right Will, let's go back upstairs and let these two 'enjoy being engaged'," Sarah said with a roll of her eyes.

"Ewwww," Will said, shuddering comically. "He's not spending the night, is he?"

"No!" Edward and I said together, and Sarah laughed again.

"Why not? It's just sex, Mom, it's no big deal. It's not like we don't know you guys do it. Dad and Ness live together, and let me tell you, those walls can be pretty thin sometimes. You wouldn't believe the stuff we hear!" Will made a face of disgust next to Sarah.

This time I was the one that shuddered. I was not discussing my sex life or the sex life of my ex-husband with my fifteen-year old daughter! Not to mention hearing her say sex was 'no big deal' made me a bit nauseous. "Sarah Marie," I said in a warning tone.

"Isabella Marie," Sarah said back in the same tone, and Edward and Will laughed. I pretended to glare at them both, and they snickered again. I pointed at the kids "Go to bed, both of you." I turned and pointed at Edward. "And you, I will walk to the door."

"Awwwwww Mom!" the kids whined.

"Awwwwww Mom!" Edward imitated them, his tone decidedly dead-on. I was going to have to watch out if he ever decided to join forces with them

"No whining," I said, trying to keep the smile off my lips. I don't think I was very successful, because they were all smirking back at me, with Edward's smirk being the widest. Man was my game off tonight! He rose from the couch, and I had to stop myself from ogling his ass as he stood in front of me before turning to help me up.

I was pleased when first Sarah and then Will gave Edward hugs goodnight before turning and giving me hugs and kisses as well. Edward and I watched them bickering good-naturedly as they climbed the stairs together. I turned to find him with the same fond smile on his face that I could feel on mine, and I felt a surge of love for this man that loved my children as much as I did.

Edward caught me watching him. "You need to stop looking at me like that, Bella," he warned.

"Like what?" I asked, my voice low.

"Like you're going to throw me against the wall and have your way with me," Edward said, and I felt my stomach clench at the image his words provoked.

"That's a very tempting idea," I breathed, stepping forward. Edward stepped back at the same time, and I continued forward, the corners of my lips turning up in a naughty smile as he tried to escape. Edward continued stepping back until he was pressed up against the door. His breathing was shallow, his eyes bright with excitement and arousal. I stood directly in front of him, close enough to feel his breath on my skin, but not touching him.

"Bella," he groaned.

"Edward," I whispered back.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. His right hand reached for my left, his fingers finding the cool band of my engagement ring and stroking it in time with the movement of his lips. "I don't think soon is going to be soon enough to start making love with my wife," Edward groaned, sliding his arms around my waist and pulling me against him. I tried to lose myself in his kiss, but when he mentioned making love, my mind circled back to the words Sarah had spoken a short while ago. Edward noticed my distraction immediately.

"Bella?" he questioned, pulling back, studying my expression. "Where'd you go, love?" he said softly, brushing my cheek with his fingertips

"I'm just thinking about something Sarah said," I admitted.

"What are you worried about?" he asked.

"She said something about it being 'just sex, no big deal'," I said, struggling to recall her exact words.

"You know that's not true," Edward argued, shaking his head in denial.

"I know that's not true of us, of course," I reassured him. "But what if Sarah feels that way? What if Daniel has convinced her that sex is no big deal? What if she's already...?" I couldn't finish voicing the thought past the lump in my throat. Sarah and I had had the birds and the bees talk at various ages and stages, and had discussed abstinence as well as forms of protection. We had even reached a pact, back when she started her period that she would come to me if she was considering becoming sexually active, so that we could discuss putting her on birth control. But we hadn't discussed sex and all of its repercussions—the emotional as well as the physical—since she and Daniel had started dating. The idea that my fifteen-year old daughter may have given up her virginity to her boyfriend sometime over the last two months had me panicking.

Edward scowled darkly. "I'll skin his sorry hide if he's so much as laid a finger on her..."

"Edward, I don't know that she and Daniel have done anything," I interrupted, trying to calm him, not at all surprised by the vehemence in his voice as he defended Sarah's honor.

He waved toward the staircase. "Well, go up there and find out, will you? I'll be right here waiting to find out if I need to go over and kill that boy."

"You'll do no such thing even if they have, Edward Cullen!" I admonished him. "And you will not be here waiting either. Sarah would be horrified if she knew I was even talking to you about this. And it's not that it's you, Edward, she wouldn't want me discussing this with anyone. Hell, she won't want me discussing it with her, either. But I promise I will call you when I'm done talking with her, okay?"

Edward didn't seem convinced. He looked more like he wanted to march up the steps beside me and speak with her as well. It was a welcome change from Jacob, who had always let me handle the 'girl issues' with our daughter. Edward finally reluctantly acquiesced. "All right, we'll do this your way. I love you," Edward said, leaning down and pressing another sweet kiss to my lips.

"I love you too. I'll talk to you soon," I promised.

I watched him leave and climb into his car, and he flashed his brights at me before he backed out of the driveway. I sighed heavily as I closed the door behind me. What had started out as a fun evening with the girls, and then turned into one of the most beautiful nights of my life, could now possibly morph into one of the most nerve-wracking discussions of motherhood I could ever imagine.

I locked up the house and grabbed my cell before climbing the stairs. I peeked into Will's room first. He was already fast asleep, sprawled across his mattress and snoring softly into his pillow. I smiled, watching him for a couple of minutes before I flipped off his light, my heart swelling with love for the man-child that slept there, looking so young and yet so grown up at the same time.

As I passed Sarah's room, I could hear her talking softly on her telephone, followed by a breathy giggle and the name 'Daniel', which only furthered my resolve to speak with her. I went to my room and changed into my pajamas. I took a little time brushing my hair and teeth, hoping she would be finished with her conversation by the time I went back to her room, and wondering how the hell I was going to broach the subject with her in the first place.

When I padded down the hall and stood outside her door, I could hear her giggling, followed by a quiet moan, and I felt myself blushing. I palmed my face with my hand, wishing that I hadn't been so caught up in my relationship with Edward the last couple of months and that I had been spending more time and attention on my kids – especially my hormonal teenage daughter. I tapped on the door lightly, and I heard the rustling of covers and more whispered conversation. "Yeah?" Sarah called out, her voice low.

"It's Mom. Can I come in?"

"Just a sec," Sarah said. I heard her muffled whispers and then the beep of her phone. "Okay, come in."

"Hey sweetheart," I said, opening the door. Sarah was in bed, under the covers. Her bedside lamp was on, her phone on the nightstand, and a book open beside her on the bed. "Not sleepy yet?"

"No, I was just calling Daniel and telling him about the proposal tonight," Sarah told me with a warm smile and a far-away look in her eye when she mentioned his name.

"Have you seen him since you got back from Florida?" I asked.

"Yeah, he came over to Dad's tonight to have dinner with us. I asked him to come to Maria's with us, but he thought it should be just family. You wouldn't mind if I invited him to the wedding, would you?" she asked hopefully.

"No, not at all. Actually, I kind of wanted to talk with you about Daniel, if you don't mind," I said, trying to figure out how to get to the topic I wanted to discuss without either one of us dying from mortification.

"Sure Mom. What's up?" Sarah asked.

"How are you two doing?" I asked, cringing when I realized how lame I sounded.

"Good," Sarah said, and I loved the happiness I heard in her voice. "Really good."

"And he treats you well?" I asked.

"Like a princess, Mom. He opens doors, and carries my books, and helps me with my coat and everything. He's such a gentleman. Sometimes too much of one," she grumbled, and I thought she sounded irritated.

"What do you mean 'too much of one'?" I asked curiously.

"I don't know if I can talk about that, Mom," she said, looking down at her comforter and picking at a loose thread, a blush coloring her cheeks.

Well, no time like the present to see if I could shock her. "Sarah, I came in here to talk to you about your comment earlier about sex," I said bluntly.

It worked. Her head snapped up, her mouth open and her eyes wide as they met mine. "What comment about sex?" she asked, astonished.

"About it being 'just sex' and 'no big deal.' That's the kind of comment that's a very big deal to a teenage girl's mom, so much so that she starts to worry about what her daughter thinks about sex, and what her daughter is doing about sex, especially when her teenage daughter has a boyfriend."

Sarah covered her face with her hands, shaking her head back and forth so that her silky curls swung with the movement. Her shoulders shook and the muffled sounds coming out of her mouth worried me at first. Then I recognized the sound. She was giggling. The giggles turned to chuckles, then to laughter. She even snorted a few times for good measure, until she was clutching her stomach and laughing so hard tears were running down her cheeks.

When her laughter died down, she looked up at me and started giggling all over again. "You... should see...the look...on your face!" she gasped.

"I am...confused," I admitted.

"Mom, I am not having sex with Daniel Arthur. In the two months I've been dating Daniel, he has kissed me exactly twice. The first time was two weeks ago, and it was on my cheek. The second time was last night outside Dad's car, and it was a quick peck on my lips. I am absolutely dying for him to kiss me properly, but you definitely don't have to worry about anything as far as sex goes. At the rate we're going, Daniel and I will be married for three years before we make it to second base."

"Married?" I sputtered, my eyes felt like they were going to leave my skull..

"Relax, Mom, I'm just kidding. We're not that serious, obviously. Even I didn't realize how shy Daniel was. He said he's been trying to work up the courage to ask me out for almost a year now. But he does hold my hand, and he put his arm around me the other day, and I'm encouraged by the kisses. I do hope that he kisses me…really kisses me, and soon!" she said with a dreamy sigh.

"So when you said that earlier, about sex being no big deal?" I asked, leaving the question out there for her.

"Well, it's obviously no big deal for a couple like Dad and Ness, or you and Edward, who love each other and are in a relationship. It's not like you guys have any reason not to have sex. I don't understand why Edward doesn't stay here now that Will's okay with having him around." She looked up at me then, her expression serious. "But how do you know, Mom? How do you know when you're serious enough, when you love each other enough to take that step? How did you know with dad back then, and how did you know now with Edward?"

Oh boy, the million dollar question. Although I wanted to believe that my daughter would either become a nun or stay a virgin until her wedding night, we weren't exactly in 1917 here. How to answer this question without giving too little or too much information?

Might as well admit the difficulty. "Damn, that's a hard question to answer as a mom. Obviously you know that your Dad and I… and that Edward and I have been… God, is my face as red as I think it is?" I asked. Sarah grinned and nodded, her own cheeks rosy.

I took a deep breath. "All right, I'm going to go for honesty here. Your Dad and I met when I moved to Forks my junior year of high school. He was dating a girl on the rez when we met. He broke up with her to chase me. By the time prom came around that spring, we were dating. We actually didn't start..." I hesitated, not sure what phrase to use, "…sleeping together…until I went away to college, so it was at least a year and a half later. We had already talked about our future and had decided that we were going to get married when I finished college. We ended up moving up that deadline, of course. But what I'm saying is that we loved each other and had future plans with one another. It wasn't a short-term relationship, based solely on hormones or physical impulses."

"And you and Daddy were each other's firsts," Sarah stated matter-of-factly.

"Well, actually…" I said, a little awkwardly. "Your Dad was my first, but he had dated, a lot, before I came to Forks. He'd had two serious girlfriends before me, and he had…been with them."

"Oh," Sarah said, her eyes wide. I felt a little guilty, like I was tarnishing him in her eyes, and I hoped that Jacob wouldn't mind that I'd disclosed this information to Sarah. I felt it was too important to be honest with her to withhold the facts, no matter how it painted him or us in her eyes. "But that means he wasn't much older than me or Daniel when he…" her voice trailed off.

"No, he wasn't," I agreed, hoping that my own voice didn't tremble at the implication. "So you understand my concern about you and Daniel," I said softly.

"But I told you, Daniel hasn't even really kissed me yet," Sarah said, her eyes a little sad.

"And because I've been so wrapped up with Edward, I didn't know that," I told her, feeling the guilt sink in. My baby was having her first real romance, and I didn't really know the details. I reached out and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, and she leaned her cheek against my palm. "Tell me about your Daniel."

"Mom, he's so wonderful," she whispered. "He's smart, and he's funny. He can be kind of clumsy when he's nervous, but if you get him on the basketball court, he's so graceful. Some of the girls think he's a dork because he's shy and he doesn't talk much. But when I look at him, all I see is the kindest, most gentle soul I've ever known. I think he's beautiful, and wonderful, and so amazing."

Oh my God, my little girl's in love. I felt tears sting my eyes, and I couldn't help but smile. "He must be special if you feel that way about him," I said, suddenly very grateful for Daniel's old-fashioned, gentlemanly ways. As soon as I'd felt that way for Edward, we'd been all over one another, and it hadn't taken long after that for us to consummate our relationship.

As if reading my mind, Sarah looked up at me again. "What about you and Edward, if you don't mind my asking?" Sarah said. "I mean, I know the situation is totally different. Obviously you guys aren't teenagers, although you act like it sometimes," she said slyly. "How did you know he was the one, that it was right?"

This one was much harder to answer. It definitely wasn't the slow building friendship that Jacob and I had shared that blossomed into something more as we grew closer. I had been attracted to Edward the first moment I had spotted him on stage, and felt that electric zing the first time we'd touched. But our relationship was so much more than just physical – although I certainly wasn't going to discount the pleasure I'd found in his arms, so much greater than I'd ever realized it could be.

I realized that Sarah was watching me closely as I contemplated my answer. "It's hard to say. The way I feel for Edward is very different than how I fell in love with your Dad. We're older, we've both been married, both been hurt. We're a lot more cautious than I was when I fell in love with your Dad. When you're a kid, you're invincible, and it's the two of you against the world, you can conquer anything. Edward and I actually both fought our attraction to one another for a while. But when we realized we had feelings for one another, things did move pretty fast."

"Why doesn't he just spend the night, or move in like Dad and Ness did?" Sarah asked.

"I'm not comfortable with that," I admitted to her. "I don't think unmarried couples should live together with kids. I think it's a bad example."

"One of those 'why buy the cow if you can get the milk for free?' kind of analogies?" Sarah asked, and I laughed.

"Good Lord, I haven't heard that one since I lived with Renee in high school and she warned me that boys only wanted one thing," I said, remembering the horrible embarrassment and hoping I was doing a better job with Sarah than Renee had done with me. "I just think you should respect yourself and your relationship enough to make a certain level of commitment before moving in together."

"But if you're already having sex, isn't that the commitment Mom?" Sarah asked seriously. "I mean, you're giving each other everything you've got there, mind, body and soul. Moving in together is kinda secondary to the physical relationship, isn't it?"

There were times, like this, that my daughter was truly wise beyond her years. She had just summed up what I had awkwardly been trying to say to her for the last half hour. "Yes, Sarah. The physical relationship is a commitment in and of itself. And I believe that it should accompany a commitment on other levels as well. Now a lot of people will tell you otherwise, that sex for enjoyment's sake is fine too. And I suppose for some people it is. But for me personally, I can't imagine sex without love, and I can't fathom either without commitment. And these are things that you will know in your heart, things that you will know because you will discuss them with the person that you love, and things that you will wait to experience together."

Sarah leaned forward and rested her head against my shoulder, and I wrapped my arms loosely around her torso, stroking her hair. "Thanks for talking to me, and not treating me like a little kid, Mom," she said.

"Hey, you're almost sixteen years old. I wasn't much older than you when I met your Dad, and I know of two girls in your grade that have already gotten pregnant. I don't want you to feel like you can't come to me when you've got questions or concerns." I pulled back a little bit and cupped her chin with my hand, smiling mischievously. "And I want to be someone you to come to tell when you do finally get that first kiss from Daniel, okay?"

Sarah giggled and nodded. "I promise, Mom, I'll tell you when I get the kiss. And I'll talk to you if we progress past that stage, deal?"

"Deal." I yawned hugely and looked at the clock. "Holy crow, it's past midnight, and I've got to open the store tomorrow morning. I'm going to get to bed. See you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay. Love you, Mom."

"Love you too, Sarah."

I kissed her forehead and left her room, padding down the hallway to my room. My phone was buzzing on my nightstand with two text messages and one missed call, all from Edward. I knew he'd be waiting, so I called him.

"It's about time. Do I need to make a late-night visit to the Arthur house?" Edward said instead of a greeting when he picked up the phone.

"Well hello to you too," I joked.

"It can't be too bad if you're teasing me like that," Edward said, relief evident in his voice.

"If she's being honest with me, and I'm pretty sure she is, we have nothing to worry about. He hasn't even kissed her yet."

"Why? What's wrong with the boy?" Edward asked, shocked.

I laughed at his sudden change in tune. "It seems that Daniel is very shy, and very old-fashioned. Sarah is hoping for a proper kiss sometime very soon. She is quite taken with him. But we did have a long talk about her comment about 'just sex' and even a little about my relationship with her dad and with you."

"Really?" Edward asked, sounding a little worried.

"I didn't go into details, but obviously she can do math and understand that Jacob and I were...intimate...before marriage, since she was born six months after our wedding. And she knows—and I confirmed—that you and I are...intimate as well. And while I'd like her to abstain when the time comes in this relationship or some other one in the future, it's probably not practical to expect that."

"Especially when we're not exactly setting a good example by practicing abstinence ourselves?" Edward mumbled.

"True," I laughed. Edward was silent. "Edward, it's no big deal. Sarah and I actually had a really good discussion tonight that probably wouldn't have happened otherwise."

"I started thinking about all of this on my way home tonight, and I had an idea," Edward said, his voice slow and measured, with a hint of nervousness.

"Yes?" I prompted. What in the world could he be feeling nervous about?

Edward was quiet for several moments, during which I felt my anxiety start to climb. "Edward, what is your idea?"

He finally cleared his throat and spoke. "I think we should abstain from sex until our wedding night."

"Abstain!"

"Yes, abstain. No more overnights, no more sexual encounters of any kind until we are man and wife."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I asked, so completely shocked that the swear word just slipped out. I was not amused at all when Edward burst out laughing. "But...Edward…I…" I was at a loss for words. Now that I knew we were going to be married, I just couldn't fathom being away from him any longer. The last three days apart had been hell. And the idea of not having our weekends, or our evenings together, of not being together, made me ache in more ways than one. I sighed heavily, trying to convey all the longing I felt in that sound.

"I know," Edward groaned, sounding as pained as I felt. "Tell me I'm being ridiculous. Tell me we should just move in together until the wedding. Tell me to come over right now and celebrate our engagement," he begged. "I'm so hard thinking about you right now Bella. I want my lips on you, my tongue tasting you. I want to be inside you right now sweetheart," he growled, and I felt myself getting wet at his words.

I wanted it too. I could picture the two of us, twined together naked in my sheets, loving one another until we were too exhausted to move, and it made my entire body ache with desire. And then I could picture Will racing into my bedroom on Saturday morning as he often did when it was time for him to leave for baseball practice, stopping short at the sight of Edward in my bed, a look of horror on his face.

I sighed again, this time with regret. "You're right, we can't do that tonight. But why wait until the wedding? Why can't we just go back to our weekends?" The pathetic whine was back in my voice as I imagined an untolled number of months without Edward in my arms, in my bed, in...me.

Edward's voice was low, and there was the same fervency in his voice that I had heard earlier this evening when he had proposed. "When we were by your door earlier, and I was talking to you about making you my wife, about making love to you as my wife, I realized I want that more than anything. I want the next time we make love for us to belong to one another in every way humanly possible."

"But Edward, that could be months," I said in a despondent whisper.

"I'm counting on soon. Sooner than soon. It's April now. What about May?"

I hated to even bring it up. "Jacob and Renesmee are getting married in May, and I don't want our wedding to be too close to theirs. What if we elope?"

"I don't want to run away as if our marriage is something to be ashamed of. I want to celebrate it. What about the first week of June? What's the first Saturday in June?"

I grabbed my calendar from my purse. "June sixth."

Edward laughed. "The sixth? Seriously?"

"Yes, why?"

"Bella, that's exactly nine months to the day we met. I think it's meant to be."

I felt my heart melting that he remembered the date. "I think I have to agree, Mr. Cullen."

"So June sixth, Mrs. Cullen?" he asked in a husky whisper.

A thrill went up my spine when he called me Mrs. Cullen. "I think the date's perfect except for one thing."

"What's that, Bella?"

"That date is seven weeks away."

"Is that not enough time to plan?" Edward asked, ever-courteous and concerned.

"That means we abstain for the next seven weeks," I reminded him.

He was silent for a moment and then he sighed loudly. "Shit!" he growled.

My sentiments exactly!

Oooooh, that mean, mean man! What the hell is he thinking, cock-blocking himself? Seven weeks can be a very, very long time! Think they can make it…or not make it, as the case may be? ;)

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