Jesus. I love you. All of you.

SuperJ- Frankly, my dear, if you think my story sucks ass, has no plot, drags on, blah blah, Why are you reading it? I don't give a rats shit. You wasted more of your time writing me a flame. Which seems to be quite on the contrary to my readers. ;)

Okay, Anyways, moving on.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. I own surprises.

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Strong, warm arms around my waist. A big leg thrown over me haphazardly.

No recollection of most of last night whatsoever.

I'm really never drinking again this time.

There wasn't a splitting headache (thank god), but I was feeling quite nauseous. I wanted to hold it in. I didn't want to wake Edward up.

I was giddy from the absence of a massive hangover. I never got this lucky!

I turned my head to look at him. His mouth was open, he was snoring slightly, and one corner was turned up in a little smile.

He was drooling. It was cute.

I smiled, and tried to maneuver my way out from under his limbs. He pulled me in tighter. I tried again.

He smooshed me against his body. Which felt quite nice. Which made me forget my nausea.

"You think you're getting away from me now?" He whispered in my ear, with a kiss on the cheek.

I grinned. "No, sir. Permission to use the bathroom, sir!"

He chuckled into my ear. "Hurry back." I stood up to go, realizing for the first time what I was wearing. The lacy red panties and bra set I had put on last night, and nothing else.

"Edward Cullen." I said, gesturing to my outfit.

"What? I dressed you for bed."

"Hmph." I grumbled making my way to the bathroom.

"You know, I'd be okay with you walking away from me any day if you were wearing that!" He called to me as I walked in to look at the mirror.

I looked a royal mess.

Crazy, rats nest hair, makeup smudged, puffy eyes.

Shit.

Edward slept in my bed last night. Hadn't we skipped a shit load of steps? Namely, dating, kiss, girlfriend/boyfriend, sex?

Well, we had done at least one form of one of those.

But shit. I got a great nights sleep. And he 'dressed' me for bed. That was sweet.

Now all we had to do was kiss, fuck, and date. And quite possibly confess our undying love for the other.

But I'm not being picky.

There was no way I was going out there like this. I need a shower. I turned on the water as I stripped naked.

Apparently, Mr. Cullen sensed the nakedness. I heard him stumbling out of bed to run to the bathroom.

Eager, Eager.

The bathroom door flung open and I crossed my arms and leaned against the counter.

"Took you long enough."

He walked over to me, swiftly uncrossing my arms, while his mouth went automatically to my bare chest, without even a warning.

I arched into his mouth.

Not that I was complaining.

"Don't cover up your fabulous tits. If it were up to me you'd be topless all day long."

I laughed weakly, pushing him away with all my will power.

"Waters hot." I said as I scampered my way under the spray.

He growled behind me and I laughed.

The shower was fucking huge. It had like eight power spray nozzles, and it was the size of my room back in Phoenix.

I stood there, enjoying the hot water, and then I felt Edward's skilled fingers on my back. He was giving me a massage. A damn good one.

I moaned into his touch.

He rested his chin on my shoulder, keeping his fingers with their magic.

When he stopped I groaned in disappointment.

Then he was rubbing shampoo into my hair. And that felt lovely so I let him.

"Are you really washing my hair Edward?"

"Are you really not enjoying it Bella?"

I shut up.

So now we were showering together? Like a married couple? Sweet jesus, this was so unconventional.

His hands kept working, sudsing up my hair, playing with it.

He tried to give me a Mohawk, frowning when it would just fall over. I laughed.

I finally rinsed it out, he handed me my conditioner.

"Don't know what to do with that." he said, giving me a confused look. I smiled and put it down, opting to return the favor.

"What kind of shampoo do you use?" He asked.

"Tresemmé." He nodded like he understood. I poured shampoo into my hands, working it through his hair.

"Am I going to smell like girl?"

"Probably." He pouted.

Now Edward when he was dry and clothed was pretty damn sexy. But soak him in steamy bath water and get him naked while you wash his hair. Priceless.

I envied every little droplet that was sliding down each tiny crevice of muscle on his stomach, on his chest, down his sex lines, his thighs…

Shit. I was wet. Pun intended.

"Bella-" he stopped.

"Yes?"

"You said some things to me last night-"

I remembered nothing.

"What did I say?"

"You.." he laughed nervously, stepping away from my hands to rinse his hair under the biggest nozzle.

"This is silly- You were drunk, after all…"

"Edward. What did I say?"

"You said you loved me." His voice cracked a little bit on the 'loved' part.

I panicked. Okay, Bella. Abort! Abort!

"Well, I was drunk. I'm sorry if I said that."

He was quiet.

"You're sorry?"

"Yeah, I guess I am." I felt my heart break a little when I saw what looked like relief on his face."

I stepped out without another word. Relief. That was my answer.

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I got dressed like I was in a competition and made my way downstairs.

So how does one manage realizing they're in love in about two days, then totally getting their heart smashed the next.

And I could've sworn..

No. He doesn't. I poured myself some coffee, ignoring the ache in my stomach.

But I had to act normal thought. Just be…normal.

Easy.

Suddenly, I heard Emmett's voice upstairs.

"HOUSE MEETING! DINING ROOM TABLE, RIGHT NOW!!"

I jumped and spilt some of my coffee on the floor.

I wiped it up, genuinely surprise when I saw a tear fall to the floor. Then another. And another.

Goddammit, I wiped them off my face as fast as I could. Why was I crying so much these days? It was all fucking Edward's fault.

I mean, how could I be so stupid?

How could I let that slip, even if I was drunk?

God, this shit always happens to me.

I tried to force myself to stop crying, bribing the inner turmoil with a nice tub of dutch chocolate ice cream and some emo girl music in my room later.

I stopped, walking over to the sink to splash cold water on my face.

Fuck it. Just forget it. You don't have to trust anyone anymore.

"BELLA! GET IN THE DINING ROOM RIGHT NOW!" I jumped at Emmett's booming voice.

At least I didn't have a hangover. Yeah. I got so lucky.

I walked quickly into the dining room, taking a seat while avoiding everyone's eyes. It was dead silent.

I looked up at everyone, who were all looking at Emmett. He was standing at the head of the table, probably enjoying our confused looks.

"You're probably wondering why you're all here." said Emmett, grinning widely.

We all stared at him cluelessy.

"Ladies and Gents- We're going to NEW YORK!"

Excited gasps and exclamations of 'What?' filled the silence.

"How long have you known-"

"When are we-"

"I have to go shopping- can Jasper come?"

"Is flying okay for the baby?"

"HOLD ON! HOLD ON!" Emmett boomed.

"Let me explain."

Everyone fell silent. I had to admit I was pretty fucking excited.

"Mom and Dad, as you know, attend the Healing Hearts banquet every year," here he nodded at Edward, "in a different location. Last year was Chicago, this year is New York. Well this year, the hospital where Carlisle works is hosting it at Covelet's Hall in downtown New York, New York!"

We all nodded, prodding him to go on.

"So he was implored to invite his whole family. I wanted it to be a surprise, so that's who I've been talking to on the phone for the past week!"

Rosalie gave him a look. "That's who you've been talking to? Thank god. I was beginning to think I was going to have to kill a bitch."

"Rose I would never do that, and you know it. Anyway, we fly out next Friday, Yes, Jasper can come, Carlisle has the hotel rooms booked, plane tickets booked and for our first night on the town, reservations at some.. restaurant, so he can see us all our first night on the town. We'll be staying for five days, four nights."

We stared at each other In silence. How the hell had Emmett planned all of this with Carlisle? How had he kept it a secret? He was the least likely to be able to do this!

I opened my mouth to ask him, but he was on the ball.

"I know, I know? How did Emmett do this, you're asking yourself. I was determined to make it happen. And aren't you happy?"

Shouts of excitement burst through again, and Emmett beamed.

Alice stood up. "I have to call Jasper!"

Before she walked out she stopped and turned.

"You know what this means right? Family shopping trip."

We groaned collectively.

She grinned and walked out of the room.

I stood up next, deciding that I was going to allow myself to get all wrapped up in preparations for the trip, and nerves for my gallery. Three days away.

No time to think about Edward.

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Yeah, short I know. But I just wanted to throw this out there! So yeahh

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-g