Okay, I am seriously bored or my boss is seriously stupid. Lol, should have seen his face when I gave him my 2 weeks notice, he was like "What's this? Huh—when?" Good Lord, I should have just said, "Hey Loss, I am quitting in two weeks because I have to go to University and be smarter than you!" Do you think he would have gotten message the first time? Lol, anyways, here Chapter Seven…
Disclaimer: If I had three wishes they would be: 1.) my brother will leave me alone—2.) To visit my BFFs in VA—and 3.) To be Stephenie Meyers….I don't think my third wish will never come true…
Chapter Seven
Bell' Amore
Alice & Rosalie really overdid their selves as I looked at the mirror for one less time. Rosalie found a long sleeved deep blue V-neck—that dipped slightly into the now cleavage—empire waist maternity shirt that formed a slight dress as it fell half-way down my thigh. She also found black maternity jeans and cute little ballet flats that had little red string bows. Alice smacked my hand every time I went to touch either my hair, which she did into an elegant French twist, or my make-up, which was foundation, gloss, eye shadow, and mascara. Sighing with satisfaction, I turned around from the mirror and headed down stairs. (A/N lol, hopefully this ISN'T a long "Bella Barbie Time" for you, MartaSwan)
Edward was waiting down stairs in simple black dress slack, white shirt, and black leather jacket. He smiled that heart-stopping-Elizabeth-kicks-me crooked smile and offered his hand to help me down the last few steps.
"Sei bellissima, Bella," he said, leaning forward to kiss me on the cheek.
I smiled and said as he leaned away, "What did you say?"
He just smiled again and said, "I said, 'you are beautiful, Bella' in Italian."
I blushed. "I didn't know you spoke Italian."
Laughing he took my hand and placed it at the crook of his arm. "Jasper being part Italian and we all learned the language while he learned English. I also know French—"
"Rosalie," I said, nodding.
"And Spanish," he said, leaning to a Porsche that was outside the front door. "It came in handy in Spain when the Male Wedding party decided to go to Madrid, either wise Emmett would have never gotten back to Paris for his wedding."
"Paris," I said, dreamily as he opened the door for me. "I've never been to Paris."
He smiled and gently closed the door behind me. He walked around the hood of the car and took his position at the driver's seat.
"Okay," I said, staring straight ahead as Edward started the car, "You know French, Italian, and Spanish—"
"Of course, you can't forget English," he said, smirking slightly.
"—and English, say something—outside of English that is."
"Like what?" he said, looking a head as I turned to look at him.
"Anything."
He thought a moment, tapping his index finger against the wheel in time to the classical music coming from the stereo system before saying, "le stelle brillano nei tuoi occhi e niente sembra più bello di questo…in questo momento, certo."
I smiled. "What did you say?"
I saw him blush in the dim light. "One day you'll find out."
I gapped at him, slightly smiling none the less. Edward looked at me from the corner of his eye and chuckled. I stuck my tongue out at him which caused him to laugh even more.
We talked all the way to the restaurant, most of the time me asking him questions. When we pulled up at Bell' Amore half an hour later, I was dying to eat seafood. Edward offered his arm again as we entered the restaurant. It was a typical Italian restaurant. Tiny candles were alight everywhere. A mural of the Italian countryside was painted along one wall. There were a few couples in the room, all leaning forward and muttering to their partner across from them.
"Ah, Dr. Cullen," said the host, his Italian accent and enthusiasm were well noted. "It is good to see you, no?"
"Roberto," Edward said, smiling. "May I have the table?"
"Ah, si, si," he said, nodding his head. "Come, come, follow me."
Edward motioned for me to follow first. Roberto led us to a table in the center of the room, a white tea candle floated in water in a crystal bowl. Roberto held out my chair for me and pushed it in as I sat down.
"Here are your menus," he said, placing two of them on the table. "Enjoy."
"Grazie, Roberto," Edward said.
I smiled at Robert as he kissed his finger tips and left. "Nice fellow."
Edward chuckled. Our waiter arrived a few moments later and took our orders to drink. I ordered Shrimp with Angel Hair when the waiter brought back my water since wine was off limits by any means and Edward's small glass of wine while Edward order Risotto with Shrimp and Zucchini.
"That sound really good," I noted, handing over my menu.
"I'll let you have a bite," Edward said, leaning his arms onto the table. "So tell me about yourself?"
"What do you want to know?" I asked, picking up my glass.
"Anything," he said, looking at me.
"Well," I said, thinking. Elizabeth kicked me in the side as if not to tell me to crew this up. She didn't need to tell me twice.
Edward's POV
I watched Bella think of something while my mind wondered, thinking of a million things about her. How she looked beautiful tonight, even rounded with Elizabeth—good lord I could like Emmett there when he told me about hot he thought Rosalie was with Angelina. How she glowed when she smiled. How I wanted to kiss her lips as they frowned slightly. How I wanted to lick down the valley between her breasts that showed by the neckline of the shirt.
"Favorite Color," I said, watching her give me this "Give Me a Topic" look.
"Depends," she said as the waiter came back, placing a basket of garlic bread and a plate of olive oil. "Thanks," she said to the waiter before turning back to me. "It changes from day to day. Today it's…teal."
"Why?" I asked, watching her lay a hand on her stomach.
"It's peaceful, calm," she said, smiling.
I nodded.
"Movie," I said, take a piece of bread and dipping it into the oil.
"Cinderella," she said, getting this…dream look in the eye.
"Why?"
"Because anything is possible," she said. "That and I like to think there is someone out there for me."
She looked at, her eyes staring directly into my eyes and smiled. And that was when it hit me, I loved her.
Bella's POV
Dinner was wonderful. Edward and I talked, asked questions. I found out that he and his brother's loved cars but they always went to Rosalie if something was wrong with them. We shared a peach gelato and then he ordered me a chocolate one.
"That was great," I said, smiling. "I had a good time."
"I'm glad you had a great time," Edward said, his hand on the back of my back.
I felt a sudden stab in my side and moaned, clutching my stomach.
"What's wrong?" Edward asked, looking at me.
"N-nothing," I said, looking up at him. His eyes showed his worry for me so I smiled, forced.
I took another step and the pain worsted and I went down to my knees. Edward called my name but I didn't hear him. Instead all I said was the dirty sidewalk and darkness as it crept up around me. And all I wanted was…not to lose Elizabeth…and I wanted a chance with…Edward…
Guys are like stars; even if there's a million, only one can make your dreams come true. — anon
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