AN: Just so you know, I realize at times that my Edward and Bella may seem a little OOC, as in "too happy". However, when you read the books, you find that they're constantly laughing and goofing off, you just don't hear details all the time. So, I prefer to think of them as a little goofy along with all the seriousness.

Disclaimer:

Emmett: Hey Ballet Obsessed! How are you feeling?

Ballet Obsessed: Terrible.

Emmett: Why?
Ballet Obsessed: Because I don't own Twilight!

Emmett: Pfft, what are you talking about? Of course you own Twilight!

Ballet Obsessed: Really?

Emmett: Nah, I just felt like telling you that you do.

Ballet Obsessed: … you are a cruel Vampire…

Summary: Ballet Obsessed doesn't own Twilight. And she never will.

Simple Love

BPOV

"I know you're not the biggest fan of outdoor activities, but there is only so much we can do inside in compliance with the conditions of this week."

Edward had been very amused at my reaction that we were going to a park. For a picnic. Sure, it was very sweet. But I had never found eating food on the ground near a bunch of sweaty, screaming kids very appealing. Especially when I would be the only one eating. I still wasn't sure about how I felt with Edward watching me eat all the time. I felt impolite or something.

It was a cloudy day, somewhere between sun and rain that Edward assured would be perfect for us going out a bit more in public. He pulled up his Volvo to the only park in this small town, and opened my door for me. I stared up at him from my seat, maybe pouting a little. Or a lot…

"Bella." He sighed, a smile hiding in the corner of his lips. I raised an eyebrow at him, silently asking if we really had to do this.

He answered by swiftly pulling me out of the car so that I was up against his chest, my feet barely touching the ground. His cool breath washed over my face as I shivered slightly. We both knew that this was all he really needed to do to convince me to comply with his plan. But that wouldn't be any fun, now would it?

"Bella." He whispered again, this time his voice full of love and gentleness. He gently kissed my forehead, letting his soft lips caress my skin. I used what little strength I had remaining to pull myself closer, never wanting to let go.

Done with playing, he allowed his lips to meet mine. I sighed as they connected, finally feeling like I was whole. Like a piece of me that had been missing was reconnected, putting me back together.

He pulled away before we got too far, seeing how we were in public and all. His crooked smile seemed to shine, infecting my own lips with a smile similarly exalted.

Setting me down on my own feet, he reached down to pick up the picnic basket and walk towards a patch of grass under a tree.

"Wait a second," I stopped for a moment. " When did you…?"

"Vampire." He whispered in my ear, kissing softly behind it.

"Oh yeah…" I breathlessly muttered, just loud enough that I knew he would hear it.

He chuckled and took my hand, once again leading me to his 'designated picnic spot'.

I had to laugh at his enthusiasm, because he literally had everything you would need for a traditional picnic. The red and white checkered blanket, the old-fashioned basket full of sandwiches, some fruits, and even a canister of lemonade. He just smiled at me while he set everything up, than gracefully folded to a sitting position, patting the spot next to him.

I clumsily collapsed into him, allowing him to catch me against his chest. Once again we were lost in our own little bubble, starring into each other's eyes as if it was something we needed to do to live, like breathing. My heart beat erratically, our chests so close together that it seemed it was one heart beating in perfect time with each other.

He eventually set me back off of him, handing me one of his perfect sandwiches. Suddenly hungry, I eagerly took a bite. And, of course, it was absolutely perfect.

"Mmm! Edward, this is amazing!"

He grinned, elated at my simply happiness.

"I made it myself." He admitted almost shyly.

"Well, for one who doesn't eat, you sure do know how to put foods together."

We sat in silence while I ate, Edward busying himself by playing with my hair. Occasionally he would grab one of my hands and play with it as well, or just hold it to his face and close his eyes. Then I would become distracted from my eating and just stare at him. His love for me was always amazing. Yes, I knew he loved me, as much as I loved him. Yet it wasn't a complex love. It was simple and pure. His sweet gestures and comments to me were proof of this.

"You know," he spoke, breaking out silence. "I used to picnic with my human family all the time."

I smiled, knowing that this was not a hard memory for Edward, but one of joy. I could just see him, a 10-year old sitting between his parents, eagerly shoving food in his mouth and begging to go and play with the other kids.

"We would do it every Sunday." He continued, my hand still held against his cheek. "I thought those would be the best times of my life. But now, my life far out-shines anything I have ever experienced. And with you as my future wife…" now he played with my wedding ring, a small smile on his face. "It can only get better."

I beamed, blown away once again by him and everything about him. I used my hand to tilt up his face so that he was looking at me.

"I can't wait." I stated simply, than pulled him into a kiss.

We continued to participate in the best thing someone can do with their lips until Edward pulled me away and ordered me to keep eating. We laughed and joked as I snacked through whatever food I could, trying to resist when Edward kept pushing more on me.

Suddenly Edward sat up eagerly and looked at me with expectation.

"Bella." The excitement in his voice made me laugh, though I couldn't help but be cautious. "We have to go play on the jungle-gym."

My laughter turned to a groan and looked at him in exasperation.

"Edward, do I really need to spell this out for you? Bella, plus jungle-gym, equals VERY bad idea!"

I had barely gotten my protest out when I found myself on my feet, being pulled towards the ominous brightly colored torture devices. I gave up trying to resist, knowing that he would have his way eventually.

There was no one else around, but I knew Edward didn't want to risk it. Or break anything, for that matter. So he zoomed across the monkey bars what seemed like a few hundred times, then turned to me. The smile on his face was similar to the mischievous little boys that were so cute, but you had to be wary of.

"Your turn!"

I sighed, knowing there was still no use fighting, and headed towards the little-ladder like someone condemned would walk to the hangman's noose. I peered up cautiously at the slick, death-trap bars, wondering how I would survive this ordeal.

The next thing I knew, cold hands were gripping my waist and hoisting me into the air. I gasped at the sudden movement.

"Bella, you can grab the bars now."

I looked up, realizing they were now within easy reach.

"Oh, right." I'm sure my face was bright red by now, but I had the excuse of looking up to keep it hidden from Edward.

I grabbed the bars quickly, and tried to get a good grip. However, how it was possible for someone to hold themselves up on these things was far beyond me.

"I'll keep a hold on you," Edward's musical voice wafted up to me, soothing my worries of how I was going to do this. "You just move along the bars."

I took a deep breath, and reached out for the next bar. Hanging on tightly, I moved my left hand to meet it. One down… a million more to go.

About halfway I started to feel a little more brave, and would do one hand per bar. I could even feel Edward's grip on me loosen just a bit, and I was still alive! Finally making it to the end, I dropped down into his arms.

"I did it!" I smiled, hugging him tightly. It may have been a simple thing, but I felt ecstatic and elated.

"Yes, you most certainly did." He leaned his forehead against mine, soaking in the simple happiness we were enjoying.

"Edward?" I finally broke the silence. "I'll race you to the swings!"

I took off, running as fast as humanly possible. I knew very well that he could beat me, but where was the fun in not trying?

Laughing with me, he ran at a human speed, catching me just before I reached my goal and swinging me into his arms. He finally let me get on my own feet, and I eagerly jumped into a swing. I may have not been the biggest fan of most playground activities, but swinging tended to be relatively safe.

I had expected him to swing next to me, but instead Edward insisted on pushing. Had it been Emmett, I would have been terrified. But of course I trusted Edward, with everything.

And so our day ended. Eventually it started to get dark, and I was shivering slightly in my jacket. We cleaned up our picnic equipment and headed back to the car. But just before getting in, Edward stopped me.

"Bella, have I told you 'I love you' today?"

"Other than just barely?" I giggled, and he rolled his eyes with a smile.

"I love you, Bella."

"And I love you, Edward."

Once again I was wrapped in bliss, feeling more complete then I ever had in my entire life. Our love may have been simple, but it was the only thing I knew to be completely true.

Fin

Tada! One more chappy, then I'm ganna officially get started on my next story! I'm really excited for this next chapter; I've been planning it out since I started this story!

*~*Ballet Obsessed*~*