Chapter 29

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Chapter Songs:

"Your Song" Elton John

"Pour Some Sugar on Me" Def Leppard

"I Wanna Sex You Up" Color Me Badd

EPOV

Until last night, I wouldn't have had chocolate at the top of my favorite food items, but Bella's sundae à la Edward was the hottest experience I've ever had. It took all the restraint in me not to finally have sex with her. My days were obviously numbered. Bella knew how to play me very, very well, and I more than enjoyed every single second of our sexual games. We had been stepping out of the box and being more creative lately, which was Bella's idea.

Before our initial break-up, I never actually did something to make her feel good during sex. Bella's needs were never a concern. All of those years we had spent together had always been about me, my pride and my needs. Now that we've been given this second chance, I had become more intimate with Bella's body than I had thought was possible without sex. I pictured her when she stepped out of the bathroom and dropped her robe, wearing nothing but those edible panties. Needless to say, we had worn each other out.

Since Bella cooked those delicious enchiladas for dinner last night, and had planned such a hot dessert, I decided to do something special for her - I was going to make her breakfast in bed. I wasn't much of a cook. To be honest, I was pretty much a disaster in the kitchen, unless it involved opening a can or using the microwave. Over the years, Mom loved to joke that I couldn't even boil water without burning it.

I knew I could pour milk over cereal successfully, but I needed to do more for Bella than that. I picked up my phone and decided to man up and ask my mom to walk me through making scrambled eggs.

"Good morning, Edward," Mom answered groggily. "You're up bright and very early this morning, Son. Is everything okay?"

"Morning, Mom. I'm sorry; I'm an idiot and forgot that you are two hours earlier than me. Never mind, it wasn't that big a deal. I'll call you back at a more reasonable hour."

"Nonsense, Edward. There was obviously something on your mind. You've never called me this early before. Is everything okay?" her voice was filled with concern.

"No worries, Mom. Everything is fine. It's kind of silly," I said quickly. "I wanted to make Bella breakfast in bed, and you know I don't know my way around a kitchen to save my life. I thought maybe you could walk me through making something simple like scrambled eggs." Mom chuckled.

"I would be delighted to help! What's the special occasion?"

"Well, she's always cooking these insanely delicious meals for me, and I just thought she deserved a decent meal at home that she didn't have to cook herself or that wasn't from a restaurant." I heard Mom sniffle. Oh shit, she's crying. "Mom, why are you crying?"

"I'm just so happy for you and Bella, Edward," Mom said. "Before we get started, have you and Bella decided if you will be joining us for Thanksgiving? We all miss you, especially your brother. I swear that Emmett would come there and bring you here himself if you don't promise to come," she laughed. "He says he's got big news for the family, but he doesn't want to share it unless you're here."

"Leave it to Emmett to threaten to leave his very pregnant wife so he can get me there." I responded wryly, imaging Emmett following through on his threat. "Dad is definitely not going to be there, right?" There was no way that I was going to force Bella to be in another awkward situation with my father or even her parents.

"No, Edward. He will not be here. He is not allowed in this house without my permission, and he must request it within 48 hours. I do not have to grant him permission, either. Enough about him, it would mean the world to all of us if you and Bella would come. Please," she begged.

"Of course we'll be there, Mom. Bella and I both thank you very much for the invite."

"Do you think that Bella would like to help me prepare dinner? I know that she is a culinary Goddess in the kitchen and would love it if she helped." If there was one thing that I knew about the love of my life, it was not to make decisions for her. Bella did what she wanted to do, not what others thought she should be doing.

"Why don't I have Bella call you later and you can ask her yourself?"

"That's a wonderful idea, Son." I heard Mom's smile radiate through the phone line. "Let's get you to work making breakfast for our girl." I smiled. I was more thankful than words could ever say that my mom considered Bella her girl, since her parents had basically disowned her. Charlie and Renée didn't have a clue what a marvelous woman they were missing by cutting her out of their lives.

It didn't take long to make the scrambled eggs. I was shocked at the simplicity. I actually could make at least one thing now from scratch. I even successfully made toast. Okay, not totally successfully, but Mom told me that all I had to do was scrape the burnt part off of the toast with a butter knife.

I poured a glass of her favorite orange juice and situated all of the food on a tray. I decided there was one thing missing. I went out to my deck and picked one of the last roses that was waiting to bloom and added it. Looking down on the tray, I was pretty pleased with myself and how everything had turned out.

When I walked into the bedroom, the sight of slumbering Bella took my breath away. I knew I would never get enough of this amazing woman even if I was given a thousand years to be with her. She was now lying on my side of the bed with her hands tucked under her cheek. Her hair was in disarray. As I got closer, it looked like there were feathers in it. I moved in for a closer look, and it was definitely feathers. The feathers were coming out of my down pillow. I must have torn it while I was holding on to it for dear life as Bella devoured every single inch of my chocolate and whipped cream covered body.

I sat the tray on the table and moved a strand of hair from her face. She began to stir as the back of my hand stroked her cheek. I leaned in and kissed her on the forehead as my hand tried to remove some feathers from her hair. I only made matters worse as my elbow hit my pillow at just the right angle sending a shower of feathers raining down on us.

I started laughing as we both became covered. Bella opened her eyes as her hands began wiping at the feathers on her face. She sat up bringing her knees to her chest and looked at me and then and the down feathers surrounding us. Bella gathered a handful of them and brought them to my face.

"What's up with this?" Bella taunted playfully.

"I seem to have murdered my pillow at some point during the night. I can't imagine what could have happened to me that would have made me kill my dearly beloved pillow," I said with a crooked grin.

"Really," Bella breathed seductively. "I seem to recall plenty of reasons that you might have taken some of your, let's call it dessert time frustration, out on that pillow." She leaned in and kissed me.

"Good morning," we both said to each other with a smile after our kiss.

"Do I smell food?" She asked, sniffing the air appreciatively. "Did you go get take out dressed in your pj's?"

"No, I haven't gone anywhere this morning. Sit back and get comfortable, Love," I instructed as I turned around to bring the tray into view. I placed it over her legs and sat down beside her. Bella looked at the food and back at me.

"You made this?" I nodded at her. "For me?" Bella mumbled. I saw her eyes begin to water.

"Bella, what's wrong? I swear it's edible. I called Mom, and she walked me through how to make them. I did burn the toast, but I'm pretty sure that I got all the yucky stuff off of it before I put butter and strawberry jam on it."

"I'm not sad, Edward," Bella told me as I pulled the napkin from the tray and tried to wipe the tears from her eyes. "This is the sweetest thing that anyone has ever done for me. Thank you so much." Her hand pulled my face to hers for another short kiss. She grabbed her fork and took her first bite of eggs. I had to admit I was a little nervous. To me they tasted okay, but I was used to eating nearly inedible things while I had lived here on my own. Maybe my taste buds had been off when I sampled them.

"Relax," Bella told me while she finished her first bite of breakfast. "These are delicious. You did a great job, baby." She stroked my cheek and took another bite.

"You deserve to be pampered. I'm just glad that they taste good. I would have hated for you to be disgusted by them." We laughed.

"Here," Bella said while holding a forkful to my lips. I took the offered bite. "I told you they were good," she said grinning at me.

"Yes, you did." I took the fork from her and fed her a bite. "While I was talking to Mom, I told her that we'd come up for Thanksgiving." A look crossed her face, and I wasn't sure if I had done something wrong. "We had agreed to go, right?"

"Yes, we did, E. I have to admit that I'm a little bit nervous. After talking to Alice yesterday, I know that we'll have to sit down and hash things out. I wish I had a crystal ball to see exactly how everything will play out."

I grabbed her hand and stroked the back of it with my thumb. "I'll be there if you need me. All you have to do is ask. Oh, and Mom was also wondering if you would like to help make dinner. She knows all too well about your talent in the kitchen."

"I'm sure she does," Bella smiled at me. "She really asked me to help?"

I nodded. "Bella, she really is excited about the possibility of have you work on dinner with her. I told her that you would call her and let her know."

"I will, Edward." She smiled at me. "Are you going to share some of my breakfast with me?"

"I, uh, wasn't sure how it was going to turn out so I made a couple of batches and ate them. I wanted to make sure your breakfast was as edible as possible."

"For your first time, you did a great job, baby." Bella told me over a mouthful of food.

I curled beside her in bed and enjoyed just being with her. We spent the rest of the day just being together. Since Oklahoma weather was slowly getting colder as the days passed, I wanted us to enjoy some time outside. I packed us a picnic lunch, and we went to our meadow in Griffin Park. Even with the last of the beautiful wild flowers fading, it was still one of the most relaxing, beautiful places we enjoyed together.

When we got back home, Bella called Mom and accepted her invitation to help make Thanksgiving dinner. They spent almost an hour on the phone. Every time Bella laughed and smiled, I loved my mother a little more. Many people don't appreciate what they've got until it is too late. I was so glad that Mom was supportive of me and Bella. It was nice to have an adult actually acting like an adult and not a petulant child.

It still broke my heart that Charlie and Renée refused to even speak with Bella just because she was with me. And my Dad! I didn't even want to think about all the things that he had done and tried to do to me to keep Bella and me apart. It was obvious that Mom was never going to forgive him. He was the only father I would ever have, and I hoped in time that maybe we could at least come to friendly terms.

Even though Emmett and Rosalie weren't coming to the house until the day before Thanksgiving, Bella and I decided to fly to Washington on the Sunday before. Bella and Mom were going to sit down together and plan everything they could want for dinner. It was likely that I would be spending a very long day shopping for groceries in Port Angeles because there was no way that the little grocery store in Forks would have everything that they wanted for dinner.

Mom, Emmett, Jasper, and Alice each offered to pick us up at the airport in Seattle and drive us to Forks. Bella had other ideas. Even though she and Jake texted and talked on the phone almost daily, it wasn't the same for her.

As we walked through baggage claim, I knew immediately when Bella spotted Jake. She yelled for him and ran straight to his waiting arms.

BPOV

I was so glad to be with my best friend, even if I was only going to see him for a few days.

Jake released me from the huge hug. "You're looking good, Bella, so happy. Happier than I've ever seen you."

"I am happy, Jake. I am happy to see you," I told him with a wink.

"Sure, sure," he said. "I am pretty sure this guy has something to do with that enormous smile on your face. How are you doing, Edward?" Jake asked as they did the one-armed man hug.

"I'm great, Jake," Edward said as he wrapped an arm around my waist.

"I'd say you're more than great," Jake responded with a goofy grin.

"How are you?" Edward asked Jake as we walked to Jake's truck.

"Well, I get up every day and pray it will be different. I still miss her so much. Everyone says it will get easier as time passes, but I miss her more lately."

"I don't think there will ever come a day that we don't miss her, Jake. I think we just have to find a way to move on without her, even though it is the last thing either of us wants to do," I told him.

"My head knows you're right, B, but my heart doesn't want to do that," Jake said as he got in the truck.

"So, Jake, did you talk to your dad about joining us for dinner on Thursday?" Edward asked trying to distract him from his memories of Emily.

"I asked him this morning. He's still thinking about it. I know that as soon as Bella tells us everything on the menu that there is no way that he will say no," Jake said. "Are you going to make your famous pecan rolls?" he asked, although it sounded more like begging to me.

"Oh, damn, baby. I haven't had those in forever. You can make them, right?" Edward asked with a mopey face.

"Really, you're going to double team me, huh?" I asked. "This is what I get for being stuck sitting in the middle of the truck, trapped between both of your pitiful faces." Their expressions became even more pleading. I was pretty sure that Edward stuck out his lower lip in a world class pout.

"Okay, okay," I caved. "You win. I will make the pecan rolls." They both started cheering ridiculously. I turned and looked at Edward. "I hope you enjoy them just as much when I hijack you to help me start making them at 4 in the morning." Edward's joy turned to dread. The one thing he hated more than anything else was being up before sunrise.

I patted his thigh. "It's okay, baby," I assured him. "It will be 6 Oklahoma time, so it shouldn't be too bad." He nodded meekly, and I had to fight to hold back my laughter.

Jake did laugh. Edward wasn't the only one that I was going to torture. "Laugh away, buddy," I told Jake as I poked him in the chest. "Don't think you are going to get by with doing nothing. Depending on how many I have to make, you may also be starting your day bright and early at 4. You will at least be there when they are fresh out of the oven, which is likely 6 a.m. Got it?" I said sternly. Jake sobered immediately and nodded.

I put an arm around both of their shoulders and squeezed. "I'm so glad that's settled, and I'm glad that we are together again. It's gonna be a great week."

I was ready for everything that came my way this week. I was happy, and I had a feeling that this week would be full of unexpected surprises for all of us.

A/N: Thanksgiving hasn't happened … yet, but Edward begged us to let him do something special for Bella, so we caved and let him. Next chapter be ready for Alice and Bella to have a sit down face to face. What surprise does Emmett have that he wants the entire family ready for? What other surprises await them this Thanksgiving break?

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