Chapter Fourteen: Fourth Date Already?

Disclaimer: I can never find my name on any merchandise such as cups, key rings, necklaces etc. Stephenie is a common name, thus it is always on merchandise. What I'm trying to say is that I do not own Twilight (:

EPOV

The last week has been extremely busy. Bella's restaurant had picked up an immense amount of business in the two months it had been open. Who knew there was such a love for Italian food?

With Bella's restaurant located almost directly across the street from my music store, my customers would often have lunch at her restaurant, and her customers often strolled over to my store after they had eaten.

We worked well as a team if I do say so myself.

Even though we're not technically a team... yet.

Just like we're not married... yet.

Damn it Edward. Stop thinking about that.

What about if I propose now? We've known each other for two months. People meet each other and get married that night, don't they?

Granted, most of them are off their face in Vegas.

But, pfft, no one cares for statistics.

Okay Edward, just reason with yourself. Ask Bella on a date tonight. That's one step closer to marriage, I guess. This will be our fourth date.

Four is my lucky number.

Are you actually having a conversation with yourself? I thought to myself.

I am.

Alright time to make a list of things I must accomplish today. Order in more guitar strings, ring Bella and ask her out on the date, go to the grocery store and buy ingredients for our date, feed the cat, and put on a load of laundry.

I sat down on my bed and ran my fingers through my hair. I was about to call Bella at her restaurant and ask her over to my house tonight for a romantic dinner. I hoped she said yes.

This would be our first date as boyfriend and girlfriend.

Oh, get a grip of yourself Edward, I thought to myself.

I dialled the number and pressed the 'TALK" button. I sat nervously on my bed as I heard the ringing tone. After the fifth ring someone answered the phone.

"Hello Smeraldo restaurant. This is Bella Swan speaking." I sighed contently. Bella had answered.

"Hey Bella?"

"Oh hey Edward!." I noticed her voice pick up as though she was happy to hear my voice.

"I was just wondering what time you got off work."

"Well I'm not needed here for the dinner shift tonight so I will get off around four. What do you have in mind?"

She's free!

"Oh, um, I was thinking of having dinner at my house tonight. Sort of like a date... a fourth date," I rambled out nervously.

"Sure! That sounds fantastic. What time do you want me over?"

"How does six thirty sound?"

"Sounds great. I'll see you then Edward. Can't wait."

"See you then. Can't wait either," I replied.

After we had both hung up I sat on the bed. I couldn't wipe the smirk off of my face.

Time to shop.

In the grocery store, I decided to walk down every aisle just in case I saw something that I need. I did this nearly every time I went shopping unless I came for one particular item and was in a rush.

Plus, you never know what you may find on sale.

As I walked down aisle three, which contained the household cleaning items, I heard my mobile go off in my pocket. I sighed as I halted and reached down into my back pocket to grab the ringing technological device.

"Hello?" I asked, not even bothering to check the Caller ID. I wish I had.

"Hey honey!" I heard my mother squeal on the other end.

"Hey mum," I smiled.

"How is my gorgeous son today?" she asked. Usually she rang a couple of times a week, unable to let her only son go. This was usually bad for me because she questioned every detail of my life. And I mean... every.

"I'm fine mum. I'm currently grocery shopping."

"Oooh what are you buying?" Like I said, nosy.

"Just ingredients for dinner tonight."

"Which is?"

"I decided to make home-made pizzas," I stated with a smile as I thought of Bella. I'm so glad that she couldn't see that smile. She would immediately question me.

"I can tell you're smiling. Are you eating alone?" I swear she has cameras and microphones bugged all over me. Maybe even micro chipped me? I wouldn't put it past her.

"No mum, I'm not eating alone."

"Oh my gosh. You're having a romantic dinner with Bella? You simply must buy her flowers and then have some arranged at the dining table for the meal!"

Loud sigh. I decided to go along with her. A happy Esme meant a quick and easy phone call.

"Sounds good mum. Thanks for the advice."

"What kind of toilet paper do you use?" What? What kind of a question is that?

"What kind of a question is that?" I repeated out loud.

"Sweetie, woman totally check out what toilet paper a man has in his bathroom. It provides insight into one's personality. You have store brands which signify that you are simple and provide just the necessities. Then you have the 3 ply brands which symbolise that you're there to provide more coverage; more thickness. There's soft, printed, scented, and coloured types. Don't get me started on the size of the package. There are packs of four, six, eight, twelve and even sixteen!"

Oh my god. Does she know how suss someone can take what she just said? I'm so glad that I'm not drinking something because the person in front of me looking at washing detergent would totally be wearing my drink right now.

Surely women don't judge a man by his toilet paper. Do they?

"Sweetie, you there?" My mother's persistent voice broke me out of my thoughts.

"Yes mum," I said.

"Now did you catch all of what I said?"

"Yes," I replied bluntly.

"Alright sweetie. I'll let you go now. Pick out some decent toilet paper young man."

'I will. I love you mum," I said, trying to end this embarrassing conversation.

"I love you too my young son. I want details. I WILL get details." With that she hung up.

She wasn't lying. She will get details.

Time to pick out some toilet paper I guess.

Back home I took a slight break from fretting out about the impending date to feed Mr. Muggles his 'Tuna and Vegetable from a can' meal and go through all of the junk mail that had been piling up. I took out the junk mail to the recycling bin and washed my hands.

I looked at the clock. Four pm. Only two and a half more hours until Bella would be with me in my house alone.

I looked at my watch. Four fifteen. It only took fifteen minutes to feed the cat. I should have fed it more.

Wait, I don't want the cat to get fat.

Suddenly I remembered that I had to put on a load of washing.

I don't know how long I spent going around the house, putting towels, dirty linen and clothes in the washing basket but by the time I had turned on the washing machine it was five thirty.

I looked at my mobile that time.

The reason why I took so long was because every five minutes I day dreamed about Bella.

So it's not like I had dirty things littering through my house or anything.

Am I defending myself against myself? I asked myself.

Oh god.

I had spent the rest of the afternoon preparing the topping for the pizzas and organising the pastes and bases.

The bacon was diced, the cabanossi was chopped, the capsicum, onion, olives, pineapple, chilli, and other toppings were lined up in a production line along my kitchen bench.

I had just finished setting the oven to preheat when I heard a knock at my door.

Bella was here.

I tried my hardest not to run to the front door like a kid runs towards the ice cream truck on a hot day.

I opened the door with what seemed like the hugest smile ever produced.

As soon as I saw Bella in her dark blue skinny jeans, white singlet and a knitted cardigan, I enveloped her into a hug, and rested my head on top of her head and sighed contently.

Bella laughed and it vibrated through me, "Hello to you too."

"Sorry, I just missed you," I said sheepishly.

Bella looked down at her flats, "I missed you too."

I lifted up her chin with my left index finger. Her brown eyes met my green ones.

I gazed into her eyes for a few seconds before I brought my lips to hers, revelling in the softness of her lips.

Once, twice and a third time before I took her hand and led her into the kitchen.

"For dinner I thought we would make pizzas together and then watch a movie."

Bella smiled, "that sounds fabulous."

Bella looked down at the little work station and production line I had set up and laughed.

"I love how organised you are Edward," she smiled up at me and intertwined her fingers in mine.

I smirked. If you took out the how, organised and are, Bella's sentence would now read 'I love you Edward."

God, why do I pay attention to these things?

Once we had made our pizzas, after which Bella ate half of the cabanossi I had prepared, we put them into the oven and let them cook. We spent time talking about how we spent the day.

I learnt that one of Bella' new staff, Jane, was a big pain.

And she learnt that my cat can eat allot.

When our pizzas were done, we retrieved them out of the oven, cut them up into slices , divvied the two up between us and headed towards the lounge room.

Because we were having pizza we decided to be informal and just eat on the couch next to each other as we watched a movie.

We sat down on the lounge, each with a glass of non-alcoholic wine in one hand, and a plate of pizza in the other.

After much discussion, we chose to watch 'Valentine's Day'.

Throughout the movie I kept on glancing left at Bella.

Each and every time that I did that, I found her to be glancing back.

We were half way through the movie when I had had enough. I glanced over at her and found her to be looking at me.

I slowly moved towards Bella, and I felt her move towards me. It was like gravity pulling us towards each other.

As soon as I felt her lips on mine I melted. I placed on hand on the back of her head and the other on the side of her neck to deepen the kiss.

Bella began to run her tongue across my bottom lip. Surprised at her forwardness and the fact that she initiated it, I opened my mouth.

Her tongue met mine and we spent the next couple of minutes exploring each others, and breathed through our noses.

Bella was the first one to break the kiss after what felt like at least four minutes.

"Ahh... I have to go to the bathroom," she blurted out breathlessly. I smiled.

"Up the stairs, second door on the left," I mumbled into her shoulder. She quickly got up and skipped out of the living room. I turned off the movie. I had no clue what was happening in it anyway.

Just as I set the remote down in its cradle... away from where Bella sat, I heard Bella running down the stairs.

I hope she didn't trip.

Within seconds she bolted into the room holding the toilet paper that I had purchased today.

She looked at me. "Oh my gosh! I love this toilet paper! It's my favourite brand!" she cried with glee.

I love my mother for her insanely embarrassing, but highly educational conversations.

A/N: A regular update! Fantastic! As some of you know, I got my motivation back for writing just before I began my Trial HSC exams, which is not cool cause I need to study but I'm so motivated to write. Anyways, thank you for reading and I hope to continue to update regularly! Review your favourite line or part :)

By the way, I have no idea how I came up with the toilet paper conversation with Esme but I hoped you enjoyed it.

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