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BPOV
I'm a horrible person.
Don't try to make me think otherwise…I know I am.
Every day that passes, Edward is just sadder than the day before. He doesn't bring it up—the fact that I haven't given him an answer.
It is a huge deal for me—it's a big step. I was ready to say, "I do" but the minute he says, "move in with me" I freak out. He should not deal with my bullshit, but he does. He loves me, and I suck.
I mean, what if it doesn't work out? How do I get back up from that? So I told him that I needed some time to think about it…
And I have. Not as often or as serious as I should, but I have.
Okay! I am a coward!
I am afraid and…I suck. I've mentioned that already.
"How have you been avoiding it for three weeks?" Alice asks me. "That man loves you Bella. Trust me, I made sure of it, sweetie." She smirks, and I roll my eyes.
I'll never forget when Alice and Edward finally met. They both got into a heated argument about who I belonged to. I set both those fuckers straight, and told them that I am my own woman and no one; I mean no one owns me.
They both looked at each other and decided that they can share me. I rolled my eyes. At least, they didn't kill each other. Later, that night, Alice called me and told me that she loved him for me and apparently had some words with him in private that basically made sure he wasn't going to hurt me. She might have used my dad for backup. I'm not entirely sure, but Edward refused to talk about it. He said that he loved how protective Alice was of me, and that he did not mind sharing…also that he would like to keep his balls intact. So would I.
"I just keep telling him that I need more time. He says it's okay, but I see how sad he is." I pout.
I partially blamed it on the holidays too. Thanksgiving was a big day for us. Edward invited me over to his parent's house, and I did not find it appropriate to have such a heavy discussion with him then. He was already feeling down about not having Nathan around. Kate had taken him to San Francisco to visit her parents for the week.
I met more of his extended family. They were all warm and welcoming as his parents had been at the beginning. Esme kept telling me that she had never seen Edward that happy, and that she had me to thank for that. I blushed furiously; she chuckled at me, handing me another glass of champagne.
But I noticed him looking at me from time to time with a pained look in his eyes. I knew it was bothering him that I wasn't so forthcoming with the idea of moving in with him. And for that I was so sorry. It didn't help that most of his aunts and uncles wanted to know when we were going to get married and have babies. Esme's whole face would light up and look at us expectantly, as if our answer was going to change from the last time Edward answered that—three minutes ago. He would joke and tell them 'I don't know if this one will let me tie her down yet, but we'll see…' And it hurt to hear how uncertain he was now.
I did that to him, and I was furious at myself for being so selfish and not caring about Edward's feelings.
"Do you love him?"
"Yes."
"And he loves you so…what's the problem amiga?"
I groan. "I hate feeling vulnerable. Maybe we're moving too fast…"
"Are you going to live your life on the sidelines Bella, or are you going to play the game? Cause everyone has to lose at one point, but there is always that one moment when you shine, and it will be your best game played." I look at Alice like she's crazy.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"I don't know… sports?" she laughs. "The point is that you don't want just to sit around and let your life pass you by. You will regret it, and I'd be a horrible friend, if I didn't help you see that…And I really, really want you to give me a little niece whom I can play dress-up with." She pleads. My heart swells at the idea of a baby…and the fact that Alice would consider my kids her family—as it should be since she's more than a friend to me. She's the sister my parents couldn't give me.
"Thanks for looking out for me."
"Do you see him in your future, Bella?" she asks.
I do not even have to think about it. I know the answer to that.
"Yes. I cannot imagine anyone else being there with me. I can't even stand the thought of him not being there." Just thinking that makes my heart hurt. I still don't know why I'm even torturing myself with this.
I know what I have to do; I know what I want.
"Good morning, Nathan." I greet him outside my classroom.
"Hi Miss Bella! My Daddy didn't want to wake up today." He looks at me curiously. "Did you keep him up all night, Miss Bella? My Mommy said—"
Say whaaat?
"Nathan!" Kate comes running, red in the face. "What did I tell you about private stuff?" she grabs his arm and lightly shakes him, scolding him. "You don't go blabbing it out to everyone." She huffs.
"Kate, it's fine—"she cuts me off.
"No, Bella I'm so sorry." We're both embarrassed.
She turns to Nathan and tells him to go inside.
"Have a good day, honey." She kisses his cheek, and he waves good-bye.
We're both left standing by the door. I don't even want to look her in the face.
Kate cuts the awkward silence. "I have a big mouth, and I just ripped Edward a new one this morning for not coming to pick up Nathan…, and I might have said something inappropriate about you two…," she trails off.
I feel my face turn beet red. I wasn't with him last night, but I know what she's implying and…well this conversation shouldn't be happening between me and my boyfriend's ex-wife.
"I-I uh…wasn't with him last night…I think Edward worked a late shift." She winces and whispers that she is sorry again.
Edward picks me up after my staff meeting. We have a late lunch at the Sushi place that I've been dying to try out by my house. Edward looks at the food like it's gonna get up and walk away. He never told me that he didn't like sushi…or raw fish in general. I couldn't get him to try anything on my plate, but I did order him fried rolls, so he wouldn't be so grossed out. I appreciated his effort through the meal.
"I'm never letting you bring me to a place like that again." Edward complains. "I'm gonna have to stop at a burger place and stuff myself with red meat and greasy fries." He grumbles. I roll my eyes and follow him through the parking lot.
"Stop being such a baby. I ordered you those cooked rolls…there was nothing raw in them." I insist.
"It was fried seaweed." He shudders. "And god knows what else. Never again, Bella." He glares at me.
Baby. But god, I love him.
He takes me back to the school, and I pick up my car. He follows me home.
"You put a Christmas tree up?" Edward asks when he walks into my living room. He sounds disappointed and that confuses me. It's just a tree.
"Um yeah…well my Dad did. He took us to a tree farm where he got to cut it himself. My Mom and I decorated it." I smile. We had so much fun. I felt bad about not going over for Thanksgiving, so I invited Mom over for black Friday shopping and a quiet dinner on Saturday with both of my parents. I cooked of course, and I sent my Dad an insane amount of leftovers as thanks for cutting down that awesome tree for me.
"Hmm…that's nice. Maybe I should take Nate there too." He doesn't sound too excited, and I worry.
"Edward what's wrong?" I laugh. Nerves.
I lead him over to the couch where I snuggle up to his side and trace circles on his chest. I breathe in the smell of my fresh Christmas tree. It brings a smile to my face.
"I just thought we'd do it together since it's our first Christmas." He says sheepishly. His cheeks turn a little pink, and I can't help, but kiss him at that moment. I think it's sweet that he thought of that.
"We still can, aren't you going to put one up at your house?"
"Yeah…at my house." He sighs and then leans down for a kiss, his mood changing again. "We have some catching up to do, woman. I haven't seen you in four days." He says playfully and drags me to my bedroom. I go willingly, with a huge smile on my face.
"That was…um…different." He says as we lay in bed. Our sweat-covered bodies pressed up against each other. I blush furiously and hide my face in the crook of his neck.
He's talking about the thing I did…with my tongue…and my finger. He didn't protest when I did it, so I figured that it was okay.
"Yeah," I breathe into his neck. "Did you like it?" My question is muffled, but I know he heard me when he starts to laugh.
"I don't even know, Bella. It was…weird...but I liked it too." He says very low; I could barely hear him.
"Okay." I'm relieved to hear him say it. I know that physically, he enjoyed it, but I wanted more confirmation.
"Let's just not do it all the time…I still don't know how I feel about it." He laughs but then he turns serious. "Where did you learn that anyway?" He narrows his eyes at me.
"Um…I read it somewhere…" I answer vaguely. He knows that I read stories online, so I let him figure that out on his own. "I won't do it again if it made you that uncomfortable." I kiss his chest.
If I'm honest with myself, I'd say it was actually hotter than reading the fanfic about it. I don't try everything I read, but I thought this wouldn't be too crazy out there for me…even though it kind of is since I refuse to mention what I did.
"Maybe just a little warning next time." He suggests, pinching my nipple, and I squeal.
Round two…and three follow.
So happy.
All too soon, he has to go home because we both have to work tomorrow. I don't have the nerve to whine about it since I have the power to change our living arrangements, and I haven't yet. Instead, I kiss him goodnight for a good 20 minutes on my front porch before he actually detaches himself from me.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
I feel the loss when he drives away.
.
.
On Wednesday Edward comes to the school to help with the Christmas play that we are gonna have on Friday—the last day of school. I can't wait to have my little vacation and hopefully spend it rearranging my new life.
Not only did Edward bring himself but also brought the kids little Christmas bags. They were full of mini coloring books, crayons and an assortment of pencils and erasers. It was so thoughtful of him. I had the kids sit on the floor with their gifts, coloring while the parents set up the stage.
My class was responsible for singing two songs, and we had them down perfect. Some of the kids even hummed the songs as they colored.
There is just something so magical about Christmas; I was in high spirits myself as I hummed along with them. It also might have had something to do with Edward getting all sweaty on the stage.
When I looked up again I got rage-y and started to see red. Candy-or-whatever-the-fuck-her-name-is was trying to rub herself up on Edward. He would move to the side, but she kept trying to dig her claws into him. I got up immediately and walked up to the side of the stage where they were standing.
"Candy! There you are. Listen I need you to watch the class for me; I have to arrange the music with—"She cuts me off with a sneer.
"My name is Can-dace." She says slowly. I roll my eyes.
"Honest mistake," I say sarcastically. "Now can you get your hands off my fiancé and watch the classes like you're supposed to?" I smile sweetly at the bitch when her mouth hangs open.
"Well… you don't even have a ring." She folds her arms over her fake boobs. Bitch, thinks I'm slow.
"I play with paint, sand, and snotty kids all day…my three carat ring is in my purse." I raise a brow.
She huffs and storms off. I make a mental note to talk to her about her dress code. The flimsy skirt and stripper shoes are not going to cut it if she wants to continue helping in my class.
Edward clears his throat and quirks his eyebrow. "Fiancé? Three carat ring?" He can't keep the amusement off his face. I shrug my shoulders, blushing.
"Well I know the fiancé part is definitely gonna happen." I smile coyly. "And the ring can be cubic zirconia;I don't care." I lean up to kiss him once. We are in a place where people can see us, after all.
"I like the sound of that baby. And your ring will most certainly be a three carat. I promise. I'm giving you the best, my love." He pecks my lip once more and leaves me breathless with his words. "Now get to work, Miss Bella, no slacking!" he shouts as he walks away.
Goddamn perfect man.
The Christmas Play is a success. My class did exceptionally well with their two songs.
There's a lot of hugging of kids and parents. Winter Wonderland is playing on the loudspeaker of the auditorium as everyone files out. I've already said my goodbyes and best wishes to my kids for their winter vacation.
I'm about to step out of the sound room when someone grabs me from behind. If I hadn't recognized that smell, I would have screamed bloody murder.
"Where do you think you're going beautiful?" Edward wraps his arms around my waist and nuzzles his face in my neck. We sway to the music. It's my favorite Christmas song, after all.
"I was just about to head home." I murmur, squeezing his arms tighter around me. I let my head fall against his shoulder, and he kisses my neck. "I thought you left. I saw you here with Kate."
"Mhmm. We came together, but I'm leaving with you." He kisses behind my ear. I'm puddy. "She's taking Nate out to dinner." He kisses along my neck and up to my jaw. The man doesn't let me think! And my panties are fucking ruined.
"If you want to go with them, I don't mind." I finally turn around to face him. As much as I was enjoying the neck kissing, I'd really rather see his face. I kiss his lips. So damn delicious.
"They're fine without me. You and I have a date, though." He smiles that devilishly beautiful smile.
We have an amazing dinner. We hold hands and kiss every chance we get. When the waiter asks if we want dessert, we both look at each other and kindly decline.
We have dessert at his house—soon to be my house. He just doesn't know it yet.
I wake up in his arms Saturday morning. It feels so right.
We shower together and have breakfast in our underwear. It feels silly, but it's so comfortable. We take advantage since Nathan isn't here.
I briefly wonder how he's going to feel when I'm living here with them. Nathan is all for me and his dad being together, but I'm not too sure about the living together part. That's something we have to work out with him. I just hope the adjustment goes smooth.
Edward, on the other hand, will be over the moon, excited. I know it.
"I WANT THIS ONE DAD!" Nathan yells, pointing to the perfect Christmas tree. Edward and I chuckle at him. He's changed his mind at least ten times. Each time the tree keeps getting bigger.
"That one's huge Edward. You should just say yes to that one." I nudge him and push him toward the employee that's gonna help us cut it down. Okay, so we're not actually going to cut it ourselves. Edward said his hands never go near sharp objects that take grown trees down…unless it's in the OR…um yeah...his words.
"Come on little man." Edward grunts, taking the whole weight of the tree, as they carry it to the Rover. His arm muscles look pretty fucking great from this view. "Grab the end right there and keep up with me." He tells Nathan and then looks over at me. "I got this babe;you just follow us and look beautiful." He smirks. Cocky bastard.
I don't know what possessed Edward to bring his truck, but we had a really hard time getting the tree up there without scratching the precious thing.
"Stop rolling your eyes, Bella. You're worse than Nate." He glares playfully, adjusting the many layers of moving-blankets under the tree.
"I'm just sayin' that we could have borrowed my dad's truck. Another scratch on it wouldn't affect it." I snicker.
He walks over to me and brings his mouth to my ear. "You're being really naughty today, little girl; I'm gonna have to punish you when we get home." Fuck. Me. Please.
"I-Is that a promise?" I try to act nonchalant. But my blush gives me away.
When we finally get home, it's on…fixing the tree, that is. This whole day is dedicated to Nathan and so our grown-up time needs to wait.
Edward brings out boxes of Christmas decorations, and we're off. For the next three hours, it's more play than work, but we get it done. And because the tree is for Nathan, I don't protest when the poor tree gets decorated with every color imaginable. Nothing matches, and I suppress the urge to yell, "color theme people!" and tear it all down. I'm fucking weird like that. I know.
But all that goes out the window when I look at two pairs of green eyes, shinning with happiness at their color-vomit tree.
They're happy…and so am I.
Nathan runs toward me and wraps his little arms around me. I look up at Edward shocked and then pout my lip. "He's adorable" I mouth to him, and I hug the little man too.
"Thank you for helping us, Bella." He smiles up at me with those bright green eyes. I sigh. "Are you gonna stay wif my daddy on Christmas, so he's not lonely? 'Cause I hafta go to mommy's house and my daddy can't come."
Have I mentioned how adorable he is?
Edward told me that he splits time with Kate during the holidays. This year, he gets Nathan on Christmas Eve and on Christmas morning; he's going to take him to Kate's.
I look up at Edward; he's waiting for my answer too. "Yeah, I'm gonna keep daddy company, so he's not sad on Christmas after you leave." They both grin; it's ridiculous how alike they are.
"Okay," he says.
I have chunky chocolate-chip cookies baking in the oven, so when we're done I feed my two cookie monsters until their bellies ache.
This is what I want—to call their life mine.
.
.
In the two weeks that follow, I'm busy arranging my impending move. I work out my lease with the management company to end it by the New Year to mid January. I know Edward will not say no to me moving in, but I have to give myself some extra time, in case I need it.
My mom has been over to my house a few times, and she's been helping me put all my crap in boxes. Holy hell, do I have a lot of shit! I still can't get rid of everything, though. I'm too attached to silly things.
My parents were a little weary of my decision, but they know I'm gonna do what I want. My dad…he just grunted and mumbled nonsense when I told him.
Now I just need to tell Edward. He's been on my ass everyday about wanting to see me. I seriously have no time to do so and this is my only chance to get things done, since I'm on vacation. It doesn't help that when I do have a tiny bit of time, he's working brutal shifts at the hospital. I think he's trying to get some extra time in to have the holidays free.
We're both so busy!
I feel bad about cancelling on him a few times, but he'll understand later. Right now, he's just been a little pissy since he hasn't gotten laid. Poor baby.
Aaaand I get the millionth text from him today.
You think you can give me the time of day today?
I'm starting to think you were just a figment of my imagination.
-Lonely E.
I giggle. It's not like I haven't spoken to him on the phone. I talk to him every day; I just can't physically go see him, until I get things under control. I haven't even been able to sleep, and I barely eat. I do this kind of thing to myself a lot. I want things done now, and I put everything and everyone in the back burner.
"You don't have to be such a masochist, Bella." Mom scolds me. "Go see the poor man. I don't need much of your help here. I'm not allowed to throw anything away, anyway." She mutters and goes back to stuffing boxes.
I sigh.
"Fine. But I better not be missing any of my stuff, mom."I point a finger at her. "I mean it. Not one thing missing."
My mom is here helping me with some stuff again.
I can do a quick late dinner. I'll meet you…
-B missing E
He replies fast.
Not what I wanted, but I'll take it!
I can't believe you're making me suffer, woman.
-Not Lonely for Long E.
The dinner isn't as exciting as the quickie in the car on the way to dinner...and the one on the way back home. Oh how I've missed him.
He kisses me goodnight in the car. I'm thankful that he has to go to work tonight. I really didn't want to tell him that he couldn't come inside.
Two days later, on Christmas Eve, everything goes to the shits.
Edward, my ever so impatient boyfriend decided to surprise me by picking me up at home. Even after I told him that I would meet him at his house, so we could go to his parent's house for a Christmas Eve lunch/dinner.
I'm so mad at him, as he stands, surrounded by moving boxes in the middle of my living room, glaring at me. Okay so maybe he has a tiny bit of right to be mad. This looks bad for me.
"What in the actual fuck are you doing?" He takes another look around my living room.
"I should ask you the same thing, I told you I would meet you at your house." I say gritting my teeth. Why am I so mad? I blame the nerves.
He glares at me again. "Really, Bella? That's all you have to say?" he says incredulously.
I don't know what to say, and I probably stay quiet a little too long to for him. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.
"If you're still coming over to spend Christmas with us, we should head out." He turns toward the door and walks out, not waiting for me to answer him.
I don't even know what the fuck I'm doing. I should have just told him…but I really, really didn't want to ruin the surprise.
The drive over to his parent's house is tense. He grips the steering wheel tight, and his jaw is set painfully tight. He glares at the road, probably pretending it's me, and I peek at him a few times. He intimidates me when he's upset.
"I'm sorry." I whisper. The words hang in the air, and I think he doesn't hear me. I feel the car moving forward faster, and I see that he's stepping on the pedal. Like, really stepping on it.
Ohmygod he wants to kill me!
"E-Edward, slow down," I say nervously. He looks over at me and chuckles.
I'm too young to die at the hands of this beautiful man.
He speeds up even more, and I finally notice that we've passed the exit to his parent's house. Just when I think, he's taking me somewhere to off me, he abruptly pulls over on the side of the road. His car skids a little as he slows down and the car ends up under a tree—a far distance from the road. Well at least we won't get a heat stroke or something.
"Why?" he asks softly. The pain in his eyes is evident. I want to cry.
I groan. "God…it's not even what you think." I turn on my seat, facing him. He's staring out the window; at the few passing cars. "Edward, please look at me."
"I'm really hurt, Bella. I don't care if it makes me look like a fucking pussy." He finally looks at me. "You've been shutting me out since the day I asked you to move in with me. And don't say it's not true. I know you. You're like afraid to be around me…afraid that I'll bring it up." He sighs and closes his eyes. When he looks back up at me, they're full of unshed tears. "These past few weeks, you cancelled every outing we had, and you were so busy all of a sudden. You're on vacation, Bella. What were you busy with? I don't even know, and I'm your boyfriend, hell I'm supposed to be your fiancé someday. We're supposed to communicate with each other."
I let him talk 'cause, he needs to get it out. And it's so ridiculous how out of hand this has gotten.
"I was trying to surprise you," I say resigned. He looks up at me confused. "I'm moving out-"
"What?" he exclaims.
"Fucking listen to me for one second, Edward!" I growl. "I'm moving in with you. Or at least I was I don't know if you'll still want me to. I was going to tell you on Christmas morning that we needed to get my luggage from my house and move it to yours…permanently."
I'm so embarrassed now. I've gone about this the wrong way. It's not even fucking special anymore.
And then he starts laughing.
Laughing. I think he's gone crazy.
"Bella." He tries catching his breath. "I thought this was fucking it. I thought you were gonna kick me to the curb because I wanted you to move in with me..." He laughs almost maniacally. I can't help the smile that spreads across my face.
"You underestimate my love for you, baby." I croon. I unbuckle myself and not so smoothly climb on his lap. "You can't get rid of me that easy." I lock my arms around his neck and bring my mouth down on his. Soft, full lips. They're delicious. I grind myself on him, and he groans, throwing his head back. I kiss his jaw and down his neck. He smells so good. I want to eat him all up.
"You sneaky, woman, you. You almost had me regret my Christmas gift to you." He holds my hips tight and grinds up on me. I can feel him hard between my thighs. I'm sure he can feel the heat radiating from me too.
"Mmmm well, I hope I still get my gift." I trail open mouth kisses along his neck.
"Only if it's true." He pulls me back and looks into my eyes. "That you're moving in with me. I want to know that you're serious about this. About us." He moves one of his hands under my shirt, and runs it over my spine. I shiver. At his intense gaze and the way his strong hands feel against my skin. I want him.
Both of his hands are now under my shirt, pulling it up. Grazing my ribcage and thumbing the underwire of my bra. I arch into him and he slips both hands over my breasts, kneading them.
"I want this with you." I sigh. "I want it all. I'm ready to be yours, always."
He crashes his lips against mine. Teeth. Lips. Tongue. He gives me everything with his incessant kissing. We're both panting and I vaguely recall taking my shirt off. My bra falls between us, and I'm in his mouth. Puckered nipples. He tugs and nips on them.
"I'm sorry I was so pissed off. I thought I was losing you." He talks into my cleavage, and I giggle.
"I'm here. And I'm staying," I pant. "Now take off your pants, I can't wait any longer."
"Mhmm yes, ma'am." He sucks on my nipple one last time and lets it plop out of his mouth. Fuck that so hot.
I lift up and reach under my dress to bring my panties down, while he struggles with his pants under me. This car is too fucking small, but we're doing this. Now.
He only gets his pants to his knees when I finally sink down on him. Stretching so full. Perfection. We both groan loudly. Edward kneads the fleshy part of my thighs as I start to move on top of him. I grab onto his shoulders for leverage, and I ride him, with the steering wheel digging into my back.
"So good, babe…fuck!" He growls and brings my face down to him and attacks my mouth. He sucks on my lip and tongue, tasting everything in my mouth. We're sweating and panting. It's hot.
He thrusts upwards, and I cry his name over and over again. My body feels like it's being set on fire, and it's starting between my thighs—where he's pushing in and out of me. He slows down and we both look down to where we connect. He glistens with my arousal, slipping in and out.
"Oh god…I'm almost there," I breathe, closing my eyes tight. It's white noise all around me and the pounding in my core. "Edward...oh…" I'm quickly slipping into incoherent land.
He holds me down, harder on him as he thrusts faster, deeper.
"Fuck…come on me baby. I'm so close. I wanna feel you tighten around me." He reaches between us and massages my clit.
I'm done for. I climb. Climb. I let go and float in the pleasure of my orgasm. I feel him pulsing inside me. Never-ending. He pulses forever and pushes in slowly, kissing my collarbone, burying his face in my neck.
Breathless.
Our bodies like wet limp noodles. We caress each other lazily. And kiss softly, humming.
"I have something to ask you." Edward breaks the silence. "But I'd rather not be inside you while I do it." He laughs nervously. "It's not a bad thing, but I'd rather not."
I lift up, and he slides out. Empty.
After we've taken care of the…err…mess, we right our clothes, and I wait for him to talk. He takes my hand and kisses my knuckles.
"This is turning out to be a great day now." He laughs, shaking his head. But he sobers quickly and then looks pensive. I fidget a little under his stare. It's too deep and thoughtful. I want to know what he's thinking.
"Tell me." I encourage. He smiles crookedly and nods his head.
"I think it's only fair that I give you your gift now, since I've ripped mine out of you." He winces. "Sorry about that. But I still love it." He grins and leans over to peck my lips. "And I think it's better if it's just me and you for this."
"Okay." He's making my hands sweat with anticipation. He knows I hate that.
He reaches into the back seat and pulls something out of his coat. He keeps it obscured from me, but I know it barely fits in the palm of his hand when he covers it with both hands.
Holy shit, now I'm really nervous.
Tears sting my eyes the minute he opens his hands and offers me the little blue box. He's offering so much more, and I promise to hold on to it forever.
I'm overwhelmed with emotion that I don't pick up the box; I cover my mouth and let out a little squeal. He throws his head back and laughs. I join him; electricity fills the warm air around us. The blue box sits between us in his hands. He offers it again and I take it, grinning from ear to ear.
I'm not even nervous; I'm ecstatic, floating on cloud nine and all I've seen is the box.
"Open it," he says. I do. Box one and then box two.
My eyes go wide at the ring that sits on the tiny pillow. My ring.
Before I even take it out, Edward grabs my hand and plucks the ring out. His eyes are glistening, but his smile brightens his face.
"Bella…" he gulps and takes a deep breath. "You've owned my heart since the day I met you, and now I can't imagine a life without you in it." He kisses my ring finger. "Will you marry me?"
I nod a million times before I can even cry out "YES! YES! YES! GOD YES!"
The world becomes blurry as he slides the ring on my finger—the symbol of our love, forever on my hand.
"You've made me the luckiest man in the world, Bella Swan." He murmurs, kissing my lips softly, lovingly.
He doesn't realize that I'm the lucky one.
A/N
Ohmygod i'm so nervous. hope that was good. That was a hurdle for me. lol
Are we all happy? I sure am!
I'm seeing maybe one more chapter and an epilogue. i will be doing my best to get those out to you guys. In the meantime, check out my fic recs below...and if you have any Daddyward fics to share, please do so. thanks!
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