Hey, Sorry for the delay. I had a complete Bella moment yesterday, to the extreme. I fell down the stairs and I've hurt myself pretty badly. I spily my supper and glass of milk all over the place too. It stinks, because before I fell down the stairs I stabbed myself in the foot with the back of my earrings, and then an hour later I'm falling down the stairs. :( I have a bump and bruise on my back, and my butt hurts the most. S'quite painful. My elbows got smacked too, so its hard to do ANYTHING.
This chapter is gigantic, and I'm sorry if I repeated anything in it. I wasn't feeling very well yesterday when I did it, and I was sick when I wrote the first half. As for the french in it, I tried my hardest, but please, it doesn't really matter if something isn't correct, because I know some of it is bound to be wrong. Such as, the switch between tu et vous. I used a translator and my bescherelle (i did my homework!) So I hope everthing is alright. But, as I was taught, Vous is used when talking to someone you don't really know, it's just polite. So that's why Edward and Bella did it, thought they sometimes switched to tu. Ugh. I'm in so much pain.
THERE'S A TRANSLATION OF THE FRENCH AT THE BOTTOM! The next chapter is my faaavourite!
Chapter Seven: Wedding Gown
Ahh England, how I love you so. You have provided me not only with the greatest sights I've ever seen, but the most beautiful men with sexy accents. Yes, you truly are one of the coolest contries in the world. God bless you. Rose and I had been in the cloudy island for a few weeks now. We'd gone to a couple of museums and seen all the cute houses around town we could imagine. We went to a movie after Rose and I got over our jet lag (the first night there we were up super early and decided to write notes in all of edward's mirrors and windows in a white board marker. He was shocked when he looked in the bathroom and he had a monocle and curly moustache, hah!)
This morning, Edward and Emmett were taking us shopping on Carnaby Street, which apparantly would send us into cardiac arrest with the amount of shopping we could do.
And it nearly did. I'm very happy Alice wasn't there. Although, Rose and I did make a fair dent in the stock of most of the stores.
"You know," Rose said once as we walked past a coffee shop, our arms ladened with bags and Edward and Emmett carrying a couple behind us as well. "We don't even have a gift for Alice or Jasper. What should we get them?"
"Blender?" I asked, causing us to erupt into giggles. Edward and Emmett chatted behind us happily and I turned my head to catch him watching me. He smiled when our eyes met and my stomach fluttered as I turned back to Rose. Edward's really cute, okay? And he's like, the most charming man I've ever met before in my entire life. He's sweet, caring, funny, but still amazingly mature and responsible. He's everything I've ever thought him to be, although he's taller than I imagined. Which is a good thing.
Rose grabbed my hand, stopping me in my tracks. I rearranged my hat on my head and looked at what she was staring at. The store was a bridal boutique. She turned to me grinning. "Why don't we buy her wedding dress? And Jazz's tux, we could even find our own dresses here! That would take care of all the gifts and everything! I know all of their sizes, it's no big deal." I turned to the boys.
"Do you guys mind coming in here with us?" I asked them gently, hoping that being dragged into a shop filled with wedding dresses wouldn't freak them out. They both shrugged and even passed Rosalie their cell phones when she demanded them.
I stood close to the boys, staring at the yards of frilly lace and satin hanging around us. It was a little intimidating, to be honest. Rosalie even had the nerve to call Alice on Emmett's cell phone, telling her what our plans for the gift were, and then she took a few pictures with Edward's and sent them to Jasper's phone (In Alice's possession) while the shop keepers weren't watching. I could hear her squealing on the phone and told Rose exactly which dress she wanted and left the rest up to us. The boys were to help us figure out Jasper's tux, and we could choose whichever dresses we wanted, as long as they were within a certain range to match. Rose passed back the phones, a smile plastered across her pretty face.
"Alice is pretty excited," she said happily. "I'm really glad we're doing this for her, too." I nodded, admiring the dress on her arm before fishing through the bridesmaids gowns.
"Now we've just got to get things figured out for ourselves," I said in a mumble. Edward stepped up next to me and smiled beautifully before beginning to search through the dresses. My heart stopped for a moment before going into overdrive. I stared up at him for a few moments before pulling in my breath and started looking myself. Rosalie and Emmett were a little farther down and she had a couple posibilities on her arm already.
"Bella!" she called. "There's a lady on her way to help. I'm thinking you two should pretend to be a couple, really romantic and sweet, and get us a discount, alright?" What? I stared at her blankly and Edward tensed next to me. Emmett was snickering at us, trying to hide his smile.
"Why us?" I asked in a hushed tone, seeing the woman looking for us. "You two have actually been on dates, I can't lie!"
Rose shrugged, completely non-chalant and smiled. "Speak french," was her reply. I stood up straight, my cheeks beet red and my face blank with fright.
"Hello!" the woman, who's name tag read Brigitte said cheerily, eyeing us all kindly. "Do you folks need any help?" she asked. I broke out of my daze for a moment. If we could pull this off, it might actually be sort of fun. I smiled widely and grabbed Edward's hand, smiling at him warmly before turning back to Brigitte.
"Ah, oui!" I exclaimed. "Vous pouvez nous aider à trouver quelques robes?" Haha... Brigitte froze for a moment, looking at me carefully.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" she asked. I bet she swore I was speaking english a while ago. I opened my mouth to say something when Edward cut me off.
"Ah, mon amour, est-ce que tu as besoin de regarder des robes maintenant?" He asked. I grinned and pulled him into a hug, wrapping my arms tightly around his chest.
"Oui, parce que tu m'aimes, et que tu as aussi besoin de vêtements." Edward chuckled and held me tightly, placing a gentle kiss on the top of my head. The other three looked at us curiously before turning to face each other, looking for a little bit of english.
"Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?" I asked him with a small grin. Rosalie snorted. She understood that much, as I'm sure the rest of them did. Edward grinned and laughed, wrapping his arm around my waist and walking towards the girl, pointing out various dresses to us.
"Naturellement, comme chaque nuit," me dit-il. Woops! He said to me, I meant. "Est il necessaire de parler en phrases qui faites de sens?" I giggled and poked him.
"Pas vraiment," I grinned. "Je suis un pamplemousse qui danse tout le matin et tout l'après-midi!" Edward laughed again and we skipped to catch up with the others who were talking excitedly, ignoring us.
"Où danserez-vous après ?" he asked.
"Je ne sais pas. Peut-être... chez vous?"
"Chez moi?"
"Chez nous!"
"Chez toi."
"Chez il?"
"Chez elle!"
"Chez nous."
"D'accord."
I laughed again and ran back up to Rosalie who had a couple of dresses. She walked in to the dressing room and pulled on one, a black lacy number that looked fine on her, but we both agreed couldn't look to good on me. Then, she went in with a fluffy, ruffly, touille drowned red bit, and it couldn't look good on anyone. After a few more, She finally emerged in a flowing, royal blue silk dress with a scalloped neckline and sleeves that fell just off the shoulder. Emmett's breath caught, and Rose winked at me. Blue was a colour that actually suited me, and it looked gorgeous with her blonde hair and complexion. She changed into her clothes, with her dress and a second (in my sizes) ready. Brigitte took the bridesmaids dresses and Alice's gown over to the counter, still blindly believing it was all for my wedding.
"Now, we need a tux for Jazz..." Rosalie said quietly, looking through the various vests and coat styles available.
"Perhaps, the groom would like to try one on?" Brigitte asked, eyeing Edward like candy. Of course she would. Jeez, take a gander at this guy on my arm. I looked at her curious and turned to Edward, my face blank, almost innocent. He looked down at me and smiled warmly.
"Tu n'es pas un bonbon comme elle le pense," I said seriously and quietly. Edward's face screwed up before he snorted with laughter and broke down. I started smiling too, watching him hold his stomach laughing.
"C'est pour des choses comme cela que je t'aime," he said quietly, then kissed my forehead. I blushed like madly. So you know, he just said its for things like that that he loves me. Edward stepped into the dressing room, taking the tux that Brigitte and Rosalie had picked out. Rose stepped up next to me.
"It's Jasper's size, and I'm fairly certain that he and Edward are the same. I can tell these things. Good job on your french, too." She grinned at me wickedly.
"Merci beaucoup, mon ami. Mais, maintenant j'ai besoin de rigoler avec quelque chevaux." Rosalie nodded widely, smiling.
"That's awesome! I'm excited for your wedding too, dear!" I heard Edward laughing in the small room. It was moments later that he stepped out, wearing a black tuxedo with coattails, a silver and charcoal vest underneath with a pitch black tie neatly tucked inside.
"My God..." Rosalie murmured, taking him in. My mouth was hanging open.
"Mon Dieu..." I mumbled. Edward looked up at me from underneath his lashes and gave me his beautifully crooked smile that I had gotten so used to in the past few days.
"That looks wonderful!" Brigitte said excitedly, rushing forward to pull on his collar and pockets, making sure everything was in it's proper place. I glared at her before stepping forward to wrap my arms around him.
"Ne touche pas," I said quietly, looking at her angrily. Edward chuckled again and rubbed my arm. Brigitte looked at me curiously. Shouldn't this girl have at least some knowledge of the french language?
"Je vais me changer, d'accord?" I nodded and Edward moved back inside, changing quickly and passing us the tuxedo. We all walked up front, Edward and I swinging our arms inbetween us. I decided to play up the love bit, maybe if Brigitte was taken with Edward she'd give us a discount anyway.
"Oh, Edward, je ne peux plus attendre pour être marié!" He smiled and laughed next to me.
"Moi, non plus! Me marier à toi est comme un cadeau d'un Dieu!" I giggled again then, falling into his chest before standing upright at the counter. I pulled out my card to pay for the gown and tux, as Rosalie was paying for our dresses, but Edward swatted my hand away. As Brigitte packaged the gifts into their proper boxes I shot Edward a few looks. He could not pay for this for me. I would not let him. He glared at me, jokingly, but telling me all the same to let it go.
"Je te deteste," I said quietly and turned away. Edward shook with laughter next to me.
"Je sais, mais ce n'est pas vrai, tu m'adores." He scrunched up his face and leaned in to wiggle his nose against mine. Rose and Emmett started to laugh, but Brigitte actually aww'd at us.
"I think I'm going to cut this back a bit. Fifty percent discount?" She turned to us, speaking slowly and loudly. "MOINS CHERE?" Haha. She knows those words. It's useful when shopping in France. Less expensive, oui oui.
"Vraiment?" I exclaimed. "Oh, fantastique! Merci, merci beaucoup!" Brigitte smiled widely at me and took Edward's card, knocking off at least a hundred bucks.
We walked out of there very happing campers. After spending probably half of my life savings, I announced that I needed to get back to Edward's place before I did anymore damage to my bank account.
"And, I am paying you back. There is no way you've spent that much money on my friends' wedding. That's a big dent from your credit." Edward shrugged and ignored me, swinging my bags in his arms as we went to find his car.
"The same goes for you, Em," Rosalie hissed. Emmett had also nobly stepped up to the plate and bought the bridesmaids dressing, which I still think is insane for them to do. Lunatics, these brits. Somehow, we fit all of the bags into Edward's trunk and then climbed inside ourselves.
"Rosalie my sweet," Emmett said, taking her hand in his. "Would you like to go on a date with me again tonight?" He asked. Rosalie squealed and giggled, jumping up and down and hugging him. They were pretty cute. They'd gone out on a couple of dates already, and Rosalie was completely taken with him. I'm blaming the accent. These guys have been manipulating us all over the place with those things.
"Edward, when are you going to ask Bella on a date?" Rosalie demanded. I turned a bright red. Edward's face changed with confusion.
"Date? Rosalie, my dear, Bella and I have been married for ages! When you're married as long as we've been, you don't date anymore, silly." I laughed and he just looked perfectly serious. Rosalie rolled her eyes and leaned in to Emmett's shoulder. Edward dropped the two of them off at Emmett's flat before he drove us home.
"So what are we going to do this evening?" I asked him when he pulled into the parking ground. Edward shrugged, moving around to open my door for me.
"Well, my wife, I figured we'd do our normal, boring, married life routine. Cook dinner and improvise," he explained. I just smiled and shook my head, picking up the boxes with Alice and Jasper's gifts and following him inside to the elevator.
Edward dropped my new purchases into my room, before laying his coat and keys on the kitchen island. I went to join him, holding the two boxes in my arms. "I'll think I'll mail these today, have you got a box I can use?" He smiled and nodded, moving to a room off the kitchen he came back with a box just big enough for the two to fit in. We cushioned it with plastic bags and newspapers before taping it shut and I scribbled Alice's address on top, along with my temporary one, writing it as Bella Cullen, just to make her angry.
"Do you want to mail it now? the post is just a few blocks down." I looked up at him and nodded. I was paying for this though. This was gigantic, it was sure to be expensive. Edward carried the box for me downstairs and chatted happily with me about work as we walked, reaching the post office quickly and only paying a small fortune to send the package. Then, we walked briskly back to Edward's place. Emmett called while we were mailing the gift to let us know that they were heading out, and not to wait up.
"Uh oh," I said as Edward led me into a supermarket on the way. "Rose isn't coming home tonight," I said softly. Edward chuckled, but agreed with me.
"Emmett's very physical with his relationships," he said matter of factly. "I wouldn't be surprised if he tried to keep her for the next few weeks." I nodded.
"Rose is the same way. I'm pretty sure I'll be sleeping alone for a while." I grabbed a cart and leaned into it, pushing it behind Edward who lead me along, dropping a wide variety of things into it. He bought enough food to last us the rest of my trip. I was just thankful that the apartment was close by. We could load our arms up with things, and it was still a quick walk.
"Shall we make dinner together tonight my sweet?" Edward said with a small smirk. I rolled my eyes.
"Of course, it's what I do, with my hubby." Edward kicked open the door and dropped the groceries in the kitchen floor immediately. I got to work putting them away and taking out a few things, preparing some dishes to make a lasagna. Edward told me he was popping out for a second, down the street to pick us up a movie for our lonely night. That was fine with me. It gave me the chance to work without being distracted by his gorgeous, sexy, charming self. I had everything layered and in the pan, waiting for the oven to finish preheating when Edward came back, several movies in his hands. He came over to the island and leaned close to me. I could smell his shampoo in his hair, and his particular scent, one that smelt so much better to me than anything else.
"Um, dinner will be ready in a little bit, it's just got to cook now," I said, bending over to put it in the oven. Edward moved to his desk on the wall between the kitchen and the living room.
"That's alright," he said. "I've got to do these notes for an idiot at work, so I can wait." I watched as he sat down and pulled out a neat stack of papers, clipped together with those gold coloured fasteners. I turned on the timer and sat myself on the couch, waiting to hear it go off.
Of course, when it did finally go off, Edward and I were so far into what we were doing that we both jumped. I knocked the remote from the couch and fell to the floor, and Edward struck his papers, sending them flying. Edward jumped up and looked over the couch at me, where I was lying in the fetal position, the remote digging into my back.
"Are you alright?" he asked worriedly, running around to help me up. I gasped from the sharp pain of the plastic in my back and he rubbed it quickly, trying to draw out the pain. I was hunched over, and he was trying to hold me up.
"I'm fine," I stammered through dry sobs. Edward smiled at me, but his eyes had that 'Oh, you,' quality to them. I (somehow) managed to pull myself from his grasp and hurried into the kitchen, pulling our supper from the oven and got started on tossing a salad together. Edward was picking up his pages, crumpling them slightly in his fingers. Edward set his notes on his desk, leaving them to organize until later. He came into the kitchen, clearing off the bar at the kitchen island and set it for two. I served up our lasagna, and left the bowl of salad in the middle. Then, each with a wine glass filled with water, we sat down and ate. Edward even lit a candle in front of us.
"This is what we have to look forward to when we're married," Edward said glumly, taking a bite of his food. I watched him curiously, waiting to see his reaction. "We sit here alone and quiet, and eat without smart conversation's we'd have had if we'd dated."
"Well, good thing we got that over with," I said, still watching him, mindlessly shoveling the food in my mouth. Edward looked down to his fork suddenly and gave a satisfied 'Hmph.' He turned to me, one eyebrow arched.
"I thought you baked cakes, not lasagna," he said slyly. I giggled.
"I'm a woman of many talents, watch out, I can feed us as long as we need." Edward grinned and turned back to his plate. This was the first meal I'd cooked for him. Since we'd gotten here, we'd either go out to one of many restaurants in London, or we'd go to Emmett's and they'd order pizza, Emmett and Edward would cook for us, or we'd been out so late the night before we skipped dinner. I was glad I could do this for him right now. I wanted to proce that I could cook for my husband --er, boyfriend --ER, acquaintance. Gosh.
Okay, I'll be completely honest right now. Since we've been here, I've developed mad, strong feelings for Edward. I had them before, I was drawn to him, there was no doubt, he was just everything that mental list of the perfect fellow in my head told me I wanted. Then, when I met him, not only was he charming and sweet, he was so perfect! He was the perfect height, his hair fell the right way, how he looked walking when I followed him (hah. Yeah, you know what I was talking about), but altogether, Edward was everything I could have asked for and more. He was everything I wanted, and I know it's insane to feel like this for someone I met from a letter in a bottle, but it's not totally insane. These things work out, there was no doubt in my mind that he wasn't a crazy stalkerish killer. He was normal. And good, and so attractive. So, now I'll admit, that with Rosalie and Emmett officially dating, I considered the correspondance between Edward and I dating, and now, he was mine. I thought we were a young couple, just starting out, and it was this unconcious thing I did.
Edward and Bella. It just fit. So, then I'd remind myself that it couldn't, because we shouldn't. But I wanted to. So badly. It took every bit of self control I had to keep myself from launching myself at him some days.
When we finished, Edward and I washed the dishes together. He was also a follower of the 'leave them in the dish rack to dry and put them away late' principal, like myself. So, when we couldn't decide who would do the dishes, we both stuck our hands in the water and started washing. I jumped sometimes, whenever we'd grab each others' hands, but we were laughing a lot, so I thought it was covered up. My stomach was doing huge flip flops when we touched, even at just the thought of his close proximity to me.
Since it was getting late we both went to sit on the couch and he turned on a movie. Edward left his notes behind, saying he'd finish them up in bed and the two of us settled down to watch the movie.
Which, was interesting, but I was far too tired to care very much at that point. I made a move. I took the blanket over our legs and leaned into his chest, using it as my pillow. I covered us with the blanket and prepared for a short nap until the movie was over. I was thrilled to hear his heart racing, but he simply rubbed my arm softly with his thumb. I didn't fall asleep, as planned. My eyes were half closed, but I was too aware of Edward to go to sleep. So, when the movie was over, I stood up and stretched, letting out a yawn.
"I think I'm going to go to bed now," I told him softly, smiling sweetly. Edward nodded, matching his smile with my own.
"I am as well, I think." He stood and turned off the television, the lamps. I stood nearby him as we slowly made our way down the hallway, he stopped to pick up his notes and the script and then we moved again, separating into our own rooms.
A half an hour later and I was still wide awake. I'd been laying in bed, tossing and turning. It was completely unlike me. I was one to turn out the lights and go straight to sleep. And, I'm pretty sure that the main reason I couldn't do it was because there was no one there with me. The sounds from the street, while not terrifying, were new to me. I was used to the ocean. And, when Rosalie was here, I could fall asleep quickly listening to her speak.
I'll be bold, I told myself. Pick up your pillow, and go in there. Tell him you can't sleep. Taking deep breaths I quietly stood up and moved to my door. This was not the best night I could have chosen to do this. My usual pyjama's had gotten dirty during breakfast, so they were in the wash. I was wearing a pair of small shorts and a grey tank top that was just a little too large. I needed to be careful. My hair fell around my shoulders, hiding them as I turned the corner and faced his half open door.
Edward was sitting up in his bed, wearing a very nice fitting blue t-shirt. His legs were covered with the quilts and his laptop was open in his lap, the notes and script next to him on the mattress. His face was pulled into a look of concentration, his hair messed on the top of his head and he was wearing a small pair of rectangular glasses.
Cute!
I pushed open the door slowly. It creaked, protesting against the hinges and Edward looked up, surprised to see me.
"Sorry," I said in a whisper. "But I really can't sleep." He smiled at me warmly and patted the empty spot next to him. My lips curled involuntarily into a grin and I moved towards him, ready to jump in.
"I'm still going to be up for a few minutes. If you want, you can get something to read, it might tire you some." He pointed to his book shelves which covered an entire wall in his room, the space being shared with a massive collection of CD's and books. I bit my lip to keep my smile at bay and skipped over to it, scanning the spines for a title that may be familiar or compelling.
I could feel Edward's eyes on me the whole time. I'm sure this was unexpected for him, just as it was for me. I pulled out a recent favourite of mine, one I'd been gushing about to anyone who would listen. I was happily smiling as I walked back around Edward's bed and climbed in, pulling his fragrant sheets up around me. I propped myself up the same as him against the headboard and opened the book.
The two of us would make quite a pair. An hour later Edward yawned and turned off his laptop, just as I'd made it halfway through the novel and my eyes started to droop. I marked the book with a piece of paper he'd tossed aside and laid it on the bedside table, turning off my light and falling down under the covers. Edward moaned tiredly and placed his laptop on the floor. He cleaned up his notes, placing them in order and putting a paperclip on them, then dropped them on the floor. Shortly after there was a snap from his glasses and the light went out.
My heart picked up it's pace in a second. Oh, God, why did I decide to get in his bed? I was shaking, from being so cold, but I told myself to behave and stay away from him. I'd just have to make due with how nicely his bedclothes smelt and how nice his presence next to me felt. We both sighed, then chuckled. I turned towards him, just as he did to me. The moonlight (well, streetlights) through the window struck his features perfectly, lighting him up just for me to see. I could see his hooded eyelids, the arch of his nose and the curve of his soft lips. I sighed, and my body shuddered from the cold.
"Are you alright?" he asked gently.
"I'm freezing," I said quietly with a small laugh. My legs rubbed together to try and persuade some warmth from them. Then, I felt him. His legs twined with mine and he pulled me in to his chest, wrapping his arms around me. My own arms moved around his strong chest and I took in a deep breath, the smell of him unbelievable.
"Is this better?" His voice was husky, lower. I didn't trust myself to speak. My heart was out of control. I nodded and rested my head against him, just as he laid his head in my hair and I fell peacefully asleep.
In the morning I could feel the small cold in my chest. I was breathing through my mouth, nearly drooling all over Edward's pillow, and I coughed loudly and uncontrollably. My nose was hot and thick. I shouldn't have been so much of a tourist. I heard a creaking from the door and I looked up to see Edward walking in, a tray in his hands and a wide smile across his face.
"Good morning, beautiful," he said gently. I sat up and he placed the tray on my lap. There were eggs, bacon, toast, and even fresh orange juice. I smiled widely and sniffed. "I told you I'd always make you breakfast in bed, right?"
"Thank you, Edward," I said. I could hear the congestion in my voice. His eyebrows furrowed as he watched me.
"Are you feeling alright?" he asked, sitting down next to me and placing a hand on my forehead. I watched his eyes as he seriously looked over my features. My eyes were drawn to his lips, I started to stare. Eventually I broke out of my daze and began to eat.
"I'm not that sick, Edward. Trust me. I can tell when my body is over the edge," I explained. "This feels like a normal cold, it shouldn't last very long." He smiled sweetly to me and moved to find some clothes from his closet while I ate.
It was a few hours later when Edward and I were walking out to his car, bundled up against the brisk October wind. He looked simply stunning in his dark shirt and quit jacket, a scarf tight around his neck and his hair blowing messily in the wind. He was taking me into work with him, to drop off the project he'd been working on. As usual I stared at the buildings passing by as we drove, Edward was singing along to the radio.
"Hey, Edward! I didn't think you'd be here on your vacation!" A girl said once we'd gotten out of the elevator.
"Hey Katie. Trust me, it's not up to me," he grinned. I smiled at her but followed close behind Edward. She was wearing a white sweater with a black verst overtop and a black pencil skirt with very nice pumps. Her hair was dark brown and waved over her shoulder, half of it tied at the base of her neck. She smiled at me, wide and happily.
"Bella, this is Katie McCarthy, Emmett's little sister," Edward explained, motioning to her as we passed.
"Hello," I said, shaking her hand. "It's nice to meet you. Your brother is quite the character." She laughed.
"Don't worry, I'm not like him," she assured me. "I've meet your friend, Rosalie? Emmett is quite taken with her." I grinned.
"Rosalie's the same for him, I'm glad she's met your brother."Katie grinned and Edward waited for me.
"I've been wondering when I was going to meet you," she said. "Edward just about went crazy his last day here, all he did for a week before was talk about you." I blushed a bright red and Edward chuckled, grabbing ono my coatsleeve and pulling me with him. We moved down a hallway towards a sophisticated office, covered in brushed metal and blurred glass. Edward knocked lightly on the door before pushing it open and stepping inside.
"Mr. Hann? I've got the Goodman script for you," Edward said, walking confidently into the office. I followed behind him nervously.
"The Goodman script? Didn't we assign that to Michael?" Edward nodded, a grim expression across his face. I sniffled and stayed safely behind him.
"He approached me on my last day and left me no choice but to do it," Edward explained. His boss's brow furrowed and he flicked through the pages of notes.
"I'll be having a word with Michael about this, I can assure you, Edward. You'll receive your dues, don't worry." Edward smiled briliantly and turned to me, holding out his arm for me to move into. "I imagine this is the girl you were so anxious to get to on that last day?" he asked. I could feel the heat in my cheeks but merely smiled at him.
"Yes, sir. This is Bella," he said gently, staring at my face. I stepped forward and shook hands with his boss.
"Nice to meet you, sir," I said, hoping the nerves weren't evident in my tone. Mr. Hann grinned.
"I can see quite clearly why Edward was so eager to get to you," he murmured. I saw a flush in Edward's cheeks and I smiled to myself.
"It's been quite a stay in London," I assured him. He wished us well on the rest of my visit before we turned and left, Edward's hand on the small of my back. There were people lined in their doorways in the hallway, calling out salutations to Edward, but he whispered that they were just there to see me.
"Hey Ed!" an obnoxious voice called. Katie was standing near their lunchroom, pouring a coffee for herself and she looked up, slightly surprised to see us, or maybe it was because of the voice that was making it's way towards us.
"Mike," Edward hissed, trying to sound civilised. "I passed in your script," he said scathingly.
Mike grinned, but eyed me all over, like a piece of meat. Edward narrowed his eyes and pulled me closer. I blushed. "Thanks for that Ed. Who's this you've got here? Introduce us, hey?" With the glare Edward was sending him I was surprised he wasn't peeing his pants right there in the lobby.
"Mike, this is Bella, my wife. We're just leaving now, so Goodbye." Mike's eyes widened as did my own before Edward turned me around and moved us briskly to the elevator. I heard Katie laughing and calling a Goodbye to us.
"Wife?!" I asked, slightly hysterical as we ran to his car.
"Yeah, we've always said we're married, I figured it was the easiest way to get him off my back. Besides, you don't want to be introduced as single to Mike." Edward held open my door for me, then hurried over to his own seat, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.
"But now your entire office thinks we are married!" I exclaimed. Edward grinned and shrugged. He turned to me, and the fact that I was glaring at him only made him smile even wider.
For the rest of the day Edward and I sat at home and he did everything he knew to make me feel better. By the time the sun set I hardly felt like I'd been sick at all. We'd gotten a call from Rose earlier, telling us she was staying out with Emmett and wouldn't be home that night either. It was getting late, the entire city was lit up when Edward came over to me, sitting on the couch, fully dressed and ready to go out.
"Put your coat on," he said sweetly. "I know exactly what we can do, just the two of us." My lips were grinning on their own. I couldn't help it if this man made my body involuntarily ecstatic.
We drove for a few minutes across the town, to the Embankment. Once we got out we walked for a while, Edward held my hand and put it in his coat pocket to keep it warm. My cheeks were flushed, but not only from the cold. I could see a gigantic white ferris wheel looming towards us. It stole my breath away.
"Are you afraid of heights?" Edward asked, the humor evident in his voice. I turned to him and rolled my eyes.
"What is that?" I asked breathlessly.
"That, my sweet, is the London Eye. Would you like to go for a ride?" My eyes shot to his face, wide with excitement.
"Are you serious?! We can ride that thing?!" He merely chuckled at me and took my hand, stepping up to the man in charge. Within a few moments we were inside with a few other people, making our ascent towards the top. I cannot describe to you in words, the beauty of London from that high up. There were lights everywhere. I could see the clock tower, the buildings of parliament, everything. The entire city was lit up for me to see, and once I reach the top, it simply took my breath away. I gasped, and let it out in a sigh, my eyes wandering over everything I could see.
Edward stepped closer to me and wrapped his arm around me, my heart went into overtime.
"Do you like my city?" he asked. I nodded and smiled, placing my head against his chest.
"This is one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen, Edward. Thank you." He grinned and searched my face for a moment. I couldn't tell exactly what he was thinking, but it did my heart good to see him looking at me like that, up here on the top of the world.
Brigitte is and Katie, is my friend Katie! ahaha. Thanks to Lauralanth for reviewing with edited french!
FRENCH!
Bella: Ah, yes! You can help us find some dresses?
Edward: Oh, my love. Do we need to look for dresses now?
Bella: Yes, because you love me, and you need clothes too.
Bella: Do you want to sleep with me tonight?
Edward: Of course, like every night. Is it necessary to speak in sentences that make sense?
Bella: Not really. I am a grapefruit who dances all morning and afternoon!
Edward: Where will you dance now?
Bella: I don't know, maybe... At your house?
Edward: At my house?
Bella: At our house.
Edward: At your house.
Bella: At his house?
Edward: At her house.
Bella: At our house
Edward: Okay.
Bella: You're not a piece of candy like she thinks.
Edward: It is for things like that that I love you.
Bella (To Rosalie): Thanks a lot my friend! But, now I have to laugh with some horses.
Bella(about Edward): My God...
Bella (To Brigitte): Don't touch.
Edward: I'm going to go change, okay?
Bella: Oh Edward! I can't wait to be married!
Edward: Me neither! Marriage to you is like a gift from God.
Bella: I hate you.
Edward: I know, but it's not true. You adore me.
Brigitte: LESS EXPENSIVE???
Bella: Really? Oh, fantastic! Thank you, Thank you so much!
hah. yep, that's it. As I've said, the next chapter is my favourite, by far. For those of you who I've given sneak peeks to, you know what I'm talking about. Tee! This last chapter reached 101 reviews! Sallyl, I LOVED your french review. That made me smile so much. And, the funny thing is that whenever you guys mentioned something about the 700 - 1000 reviews, fanfiction cuts off things in pm's and reviews after 3 of the same digit/letter, so you guys were saying 700-10 aha.