Hey everyone! So since I have never been engaged, I have no idea how to write the engagement stuff in the right time or order, so this is me winging it. Feel free to make suggestions! Be sure to check out my other stories (A Night In Vegas, Baby Anyone?, I Think I Want To Marry You, Home For The Holidays) Be sure your following me on tumblr. Love you all!

Clare's POV:

Last night was intense. I broke off my engagement with Eli and took him back in a total of a minute. I know, pathetic, but I love him so much it scares me; I don't think I can ever let him go. But Eli made me a promise he would apologize to my mom and try to talk some sense into her. It's kind of funny how nor did Eli or I mention my dad. But honestly, he didn't even call, so screw it, I don't need him there. Honestly, I don't really care if my parents come or not, but I didn't want them to hate my husband. And Eli swore I would regret it if I cut my ties with them, so I won't, for him. But I don't need them; I have Eli, and his parents.

Anyway, I needed to call my mom, cause she wouldn't talk to Eli, and she wouldn't believe a text from me after Eli's little 'stunt'. I swear, if I didn't love him so much, I think I would have to kill him.

I dial the number, dreading this conversation before it starts, "Hello?" She answers.

I hesitate, "Umm, hey mom."

"Oh, hi Clare." She spits out.

"Mom I was wondering if we could talk today. You know, you me and Eli? He really wants to apologize for his impulsive behavior, he feels really bad about it." I explain.

I hear her sigh, "Clare I don't think that's such a good idea. You know I hate a public scene, and honestly I'm not wild about your taste in fiancée's."

I can't believe she just said that! My own mom basically said she hates the guy that loves me more than anything and anyone in the world, "Mom. Be rational. Eli loves me sooooo much. He takes really good care of me, respects me, and loves me. He has always been there for me no matter what. I know you're pissed that you had a loveless marriage, no offense, but get the fuck over it. Eli and I are good together. We are getting married, no matter what you think. And if you honestly feel you don't want to be there, or support me at all. Fine. I have Eli, and he's all I need. Call me when you get a grip on reality." And I hung up the phone before she could say anything. And you know what? It felt damn good.

"Hey beautiful," Eli said. He just came home from seeing Adam, to gloat about being engaged. And well, stupid boy stuff.

"Hey sexy," I say as I wrap my arms around him.

Eli hugs me back, "So did you talk to your mom?"

I nod, "Yeah."

He raises an eyebrow, "So? Are we talking to her? Am I apologizing?"

I shake my head, "She hates me. She hates you. She hates us. She hates marriage. She hates love. I don't get it. I'm her daughter, how can she hate me so much?"I rant, and I start to cry.

Eli hugs me tighter, and I push my face tight into his chest and he rubs my back, "Oh baby, please please don't cry. Your mom doesn't hate you. In her own way she loves you, and I'm sure she will come around. Just Blue Eyes, please don't cry."

I can't help it; I start to cry harder, "If she loves me, why is she being like this? She won't even let you apologize! What kind of person is she!" I scream.

Eli just holds me, and wipes my tears, "Baby, please let me help. What can I do? I hate it when you cry."

I shake my head, "I don't know what you can do anyway."

Eli looks down at me, "Well I could go talk to her."

I shake my head, "You know I love you, but please don't. Things are pretty bad already."

"Babe, I mean I would go apologize, maybe try to reason with her. No swearing, no yelling, just talking. But I promise, I won't go if you don't want me to. Just tell me." He says, looking slightly desperate and sad. I know he feels bad about what he did. In way I don't think it was entirely his fault. Yes, it was stupid, but my parents already had their minds set on hating us already, so his sorrow was wasted.

"Just talking?" I clarify; I don't want him to make it worse, even if it is on accident.

He nods, "Just talking, I swear. You can plant a camera on me if you really want to."

I giggle, "That isn't nessecery, I trust you, Eli."

His eyes widen, "Even after all that happened, you still trust me Blue Eyes?"

I smile, "I never stopped. I wanted to, but just I couldn't. Eli you know how much you mean to me, right? Ever since I left home, you're all I have left. Without you, I would have nothing and no one."

Eli kisses me soundly, and pulls back to look at my eyes, "I love you so much my Clare. You are my world. I would never want to wake up again if your beautiful blue eyes and perfect body lying weren't right beside me. You are everything to me Blue Eyes; I hope you never forget that."

I smile as big as I can, "You're perfect."

Eli holds me as tight as he can, and we start stumbling to the bedroom, "So should I go find your mom now?," He leans to whisper huskily in my ear, "Or should I make out with my gorgeous fiancée first?"

I blush, "Should I be jealous?" I joke.

He chuckles, as we fall onto the bed, "Well she is amazing," kiss, "Loving," kiss, "Caring," kiss, "Gorgeous," kiss, "beautiful," kiss, "Perfect," kiss, "And let's not forget forgiving," He looked into my eyes, "You decide."

"She sounds perfect," I say.

He starts pulling off unnessacery clothes (we don't have sex, but something's just get in the way), "That's she is. But don't let her fool you; she's a sexy little minx when it comes to sexy time." We both smirk, and start to make out. I can't believe I got so lucky to sp