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. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Chapter 4: The Moon
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"Let's get the human some food." He kissed my forehead and was around the car to open my door. He held his hand out for me. "Miss Swan" I took his hand and his kissed it as I got out of the car. We lowered our now intertwined hands and walked into the restaurant. It had just stopped raining so you could see the rain evaporating into the air because of all the lights.
The restaurant was crowded. We walked over to the hostess stand. She looked up from her chart and asked, "How many?"
"Two." Edward answered with his smooth voice never turning from me.
"It will be about a fifteen minute wait. Can I have your name?" she had her pen in her hand ready to write.
"Cullen."
"Alrighty. It will be about fifteen minutes." She handed Edward a black plastic cube that vibrated and lit up when your table was ready. Edward led me over to a little black wooden bench in the corner.
"Bella?" he asked turning his body towards me.
"Yes, Edward?"
"If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would you be
"Oh you're still asking questions, huh?"
"Please just answer the question."
I smiled, "Our meadow."
He smiled my favorite smile, and kissed my cheek. "Who would you like to be there with you?"
I replied with shock, "Okay, I know my mind is a closed door to you, but do you really need me to answer that . . . I mean I said our meadow." I patted his head "You know for someone so smart you can kind of dense sometimes." I smiled and kissed his forehead.
He gave me a chaste kiss, and held my face between his hands, and said, "Would you rather be on a beach or in a city?"
"A beach, it's more private."
He removed his hands from my face and put them behind his head. "And how would you explain your sparkling companion?"
"Easy. We would be on a private beach. Are you trying to get ideas for places to go on the honeymoon?"
"No. I knew what we would do for the honeymoon before I asked you to marry me."
I leaned in to kiss him when the plastic cube vibrated. It startled me. He stood up then pulled me up beside him, snaked his arm around my waist and then we made our way back to the hostess stand.
Edward handed the hostess the cube and we followed her to a table in the back. When we reached the table he pulled my chair out for me, and I sat down. She handed us menus, told us our waiter would be here shortly, and walked off.
Sure enough, our waiter walked up as she walked off. "Hello my name is Patrick. I'll be your waiter this evening. Our specials tonight are the Mushroom Ravioli, the Spaghetti with Meat Sauce, and the Chicken Alfredo. What would you two like to drink?"
"I'll have a coke." I replied
"Same here." Edward said with a grin.
"Okay, I'll be right out with those.", and Patrick walked away briskly.
"Whoa. Déjà vu."
"Really? How so?" Edward ask with a smile
"Well, I ordered the Mushroom Ravioli last time, and it's the special tonight. I ordered coke . . . as usual . . . and you ordered coke as well . . . and I drank yours." I giggled
"Well you can drink mine tonight too . . . to keep the tradition going."
I grinned "Yes. It is a must. We can't be wasting coke."
Patrick returned with our drinks. He looked at me for a moment, then at Edward, who was stabbing him with eye daggers. Patrick shook his head and closed his eyes then turned to Edward and said, "What would you two like to eat this evening?"
"We'll split the Mushroom Ravioli.", I replied while I closed my menu and handed it to Patrick.
Patrick wrote down our order on his little pad, then looked up and said, "Okay . . .", he put his pad in his apron pocket, "I'll be out with your bread and salad in few minutes.", then he scurried off.
I smiled, "Did Mr. Patrick offend you in some way?"
"Yes. He did." Edward replied through his teeth.
"How so?"
"He is a perverted human male."
"Oh. Mr. Mind-Reader, what did this 'perverted human male' think about?"
"You do not want to know Bella."
"Erm . . . was it that bad?" I blushed.
"Yes it was."
"Well Edward you know when we came here the first time, our waitress was eyeing you." I said sipping my coke.
"Really? I hadn't noticed.", he replied sarcastically. "Besides that night she was just annoying background noise, I was concentrating on calming down, and I was still frustrated with the fact that you are a set of closed doors to me."
I smiled, "I thought you were still frustrated about that."
He smiled my favorite smile, "Oh I am, I've just learned to accept it."
Patrick returned with the salad and bread. He never made eye contact with either of us. Edward must have really freaked him out. I grinned and Edward looked at me and grinned as Patrick walked off.
Edward and I gazed at each other in silence for what seemed like eternity. We were interrupted by Patrick with my, or well our, ravioli. He had it the entrée divided onto two plates. He sat them down in front of us, and asked, "Do you need anything else?"
Edward looked right at him "No. we're fine, thank you." He picked up his fork, stabbed a piece of ravioli, and stuck it in front of my mouth. I put my hands on the table and leaned across, opened my mouth and let the food slide in. Edward was smiling. Patrick walked off.
Edward put his fork down, and smirked, "I don't think we'll be having anymore problems from the perverted male anymore.", he said with a smug face.
"I don't think you feeding me a bite of ravioli exactly accomplished anything.", I said sipping my coke.
"Oh it did.", he smiled, "He saw your ring when you put your hands on the table."
"Oh, so sly, Mr. Cullen."
He grinned and stabbed another piece of ravioli and stuck it in front of my mouth I opened my mouth, allowed the food to enter, and then chewed.
I took Edward's fork from him. "I can feed myself you know."
"Maybe . . . maybe not. It's more fun for me this way, and my plate is being cleared without me eating anything." He smiled, snatched his fork from my hand, and stabbed another ravioli.
This continued through three glasses of coke mine, his, and mine refilled, and both plates of ravioli. Patrick was walking by and slid the check on the table. Edward picked it up, slid his card in the slot, put the folder back down on the table, and grabbed my hands.
I didn't even notice Patrick again until he had apparently returned with the check and was saying "Have a great evening and come again soon.", he walked off.
We sat there holding hands for probably another five minutes. Then someone started singing 'Happy Birthday' and we took that as our cue to leave.
When Edward was opening the car door for me, I asked, "Am I still answering questions?"
He grinned mischievously, "Oh yes", then kissed my cheek, and closed the door.
Once we pulled out of the parking lot I said, "May the inquisition continue!", holding my hands up like I had all the power in the world.
Edward smiled and said, "What is your favorite time of day?"
I thought back to prom, and what Edward had said about twilight. I replied, "Twilight.", I didn't have to explain why.
He smiled and closed his eyes and shook his head "Bella-" He paused looking straight at me. I was going to tell him to keep his eyes on the road but he looked far too serious, "I love you with every fiber of my being, every molecule that makes me who I am. You are my world, the moon to my night. I love you.", He picked my hand up and kissed it lightly then held them between us and turned his eyes back to the road after looking at me for a moment. In that moment, I thought that if he could have cried he would have been. But what do I know? I'm only human . . .for now. . .
At this point tears were streaming down my face. Damn, I love him. I picked our hands up and kissed the back of his, "I love you Edward Anthony Masen Cullen."
He smiled, looked at me and then put his eyes back on the road. He knew exactly what made me happy.
Some inquisition, I thought, smiling. I thought about how life would be after I became a vampire, then I drifted off to sleep still holding Edward's hand.
When I woke up the next morning, I was still holding Edward's hand, only I was in his room and tucked in his bed, not in his car with my head squished against the window. I breathed in deeply then opened my eyes to see Edward's face less than an inch from mine. I smiled, but then remembered my morning breath, and was sitting up to hop out of bed . . . then I realized I wasn't going anywhere, Edward was still holding my hand.
"Where do you think you're going?", Edward asked playfully.
"To the bathroom, to get rid of my morning breath."
He looked at me with a thoughtful face, and then pulled me back onto the bed. "One moment.", He leaned in to kiss my forehead, "Good morning."
I smiled, "Good morning."
He let go of me and said, "Now you may have your 'human minutes'"
I smiled and entered the bathroom. Alice had already put my bag she packed for me in Edward's bathroom, so I removed my hairbrush, toothbrush, and my favorite strawberry shampoo. My hair was truly a haystack this morning. I brushed through it quickly, brushed my teeth, and turned on the shower.
After my brief shower, I opened the door only to see no Edward in sight. I opened the door leading into the hallway, and heard Edward's piano. I excitedly headed down the stairs, with caution. When I reached the bottom stair, I was lifted into the air, and the next thing I knew I was sitting on the piano bench next to Edward. He continued this unfamiliar song until my stomach growled, once again ruining a perfectly romantic moment.
He kissed my forehead and smiled "I know exactly how to fix that.", he grabbed my hand and lead me very carefully into the kitchen where yet another 'prepared by Edward Cullen meal' was to be served.
"And what would you like in your omelet Miss Swan? We have chopped green bell pepper, shredded cheddar cheese, and onion."
I smiled. A vampire cooking . . . this gets funnier every time I watch it, "I'll have everything, please."
"Coming right up. Please help yourself to some fruit and juice." He smiled, trying to suppress his laughter. Emmett on the other hand could not suppress his. I could hear his roar from downstairs. After I poured my juice and was nibbling on some grapes, Alice came gracefully bounding into the kitchen.
She looked at me, I looked at her . . . she had a perplexed look on her face. I had to stop the awkward silence, "Yes Alice?"
"You fell asleep last night.", She sounded all pouty.
"Well . . . yeah . . . most humans fall asleep at night Mrs. Vampire."
"But, you, Edward and I had so many things to go over, you falling asleep was not part of my plan, now I have to keep you all day today to discuss everything."
"I don't know if Charlie would be-"
"Oh he's fine with it. I already told him that you fell asleep last night before we really got anything accomplished and that it was necessary for you to stay over here until I was completely through discussing details that need your opinion."
I was shocked. Charlie was okay with an extended visit at the Cullens . . . wow . . . he really loves Alice.
"Um . . . okay . . . can I eat before you go all "Wedding Planning Nazi" on me?", I asked sheepishly.
Alice sighed, "I guess.", she walked out of the kitchen.
As Alice walked out Emmett walked in, "Hey Bells!"
"Hey Emmett!", I matched his enthusiasm sarcastically.
"So what 'cha doin'?", he asked, plunking down in the seat across from me.
I replied with the most 'kindergarten teacher voice' I could muster, "I'm about to eat a delicious omelet prepared by your brother."
He stuck out his tongue and pointed his index finger towards the back of his throat, "Ew."
Still keeping the kindergarten teacher voice I replied, "No Emmett.", I rubbed my stomach in a circular motion, "Yummmmm."
Edward couldn't hold in his laughter any longer and laughed loudly as he flipped my omelet.
Emmett rolled his eyes, "Whatever.", then left the kitchen.
I continued eating grapes and cantaloupe until a plate containing a golden brown omelet was placed in front of me.
I took a bite, and it was heaven, "Edward. This is marvelous."
"I'll take your word for it.", He grinned.
I finished eating the omelet while Edward did the dishes. When he finished the dishes we headed into the living room for torture . . . I mean wedding planning with Alice.
She had a metal pointer in her hand with all of her 'wedding supplies' spread across the coffee table, "Okay listen up. This is going to be the most beautiful wedding, so it's going to take a lot of work but I think we are up to it . . . bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla . . ."