DISCLAIMER: Still don't own Twilight, but I'm sure if Stephenie Meyer knows what's good for her, she'll hand over the books, and walk away . . . .

A/N HEYYYYYYYYY! Lol, surprise chapter!! Just to say happy Easter to you all. Aren't you lucky!!

I wanna thank my Beta, Sophie Cullen6, coz I haven't thanked her in an A/N for ages!!! So, yeah, you rock.

Um, not much else to say, other than I'm sure Louise (Not the character, the person the character is based on!!) is gonna love this chapter! You just keep dreamin Louise ;)

Chapter 21

Louise's POV:

We were walking out of Emily and Sam's cottage when Paul took my hand and stopped walking before we reached the car.

"How 'bout we go for a picnic. It's a lovely day, and that doesn't happen much around here. We could go to our special spot. .?"

"Sure!" I answered, excitedly. I loved spending time with him. Especially when we went to our place.

He smiled at me before hopping into his little Ford Fiesta and drove slowly back towards the main road.

Paul's POV:

My hands were sweaty as I drove down the highway, towards La Push beach. A couple of miles after the turn off for the beach, I parked the car, just at the bottom of the cliffs. Our place. I helped Louise out of the car and went round the back to open the boot. Louise gasped as I pulled out the large picnic basket, filled with sandwiches and cream cakes.

"You know me too well" She laughed, before standing on her tiptoes to kiss me gently. Let's hope she was still laughing and kissing me in a few hours. She would be, if my plan went well.

I took her hand in mine and we strolled leisurely over to our spot. I sat down on the edge of the rock, and Louise did the same, taking her shoes off and dangling them into the cold water.

I opened the see-through picnic box, pulling out two sandwiches and two cans of Cola.

"What's in the sandwiches?" She asked, stroking my hand. I grinned at her, knowing I'd made her favourite.

"Jam!" She squealed in excitement, and I laughed. She was so adorable.

As she tucked in to her sandwich, I played around with her fingers, absent-mindedly drinking my can of juice. I was suddenly very nervous. What? I never got nervous! When Louise saw me chewing on my bottom lip she knew something was wrong

"You okay?" She asked, still in mid-chew.

"I'm fine" I answered, smiling as convincingly as I could. I stared out into the ocean, thinking hard.

The long speech that I had prepared for this moment conveniently drifted out of my head. I was stuck. I felt like the bad kid in class who hadn't studied for an end of term exam. Looks like I was just going to have to improvise.

"The view from here is so breathtaking. . ." I mused. Louise sighed in agreement. That was an okay start. "Much like the feeling I get when I look at you; you take my breath away." My beautiful Louise blushed a post-box red. I stroked her cheek gently. "I love you Louise." I still caressed her cheek, moving on to touch her pink lips with my fingertips.

"I love you too." She whispered, her sweet breath tingling on my hands. My moved my hand away from her face, and it shuffled through my pocket silently.

"I want to be with you forever and ever. Is that what you want?" My voice shook slightly. I hoped she hadn't noticed.

"Of course it is Paul. I love you more than anything." She smiled, and knotted her fingers in my hair. This was it. Now or never.

The ring box slid out of my left pocket and I turned my torso to face her, taking a deep breath.

"Will you marry me, Louise?"

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Bella's POV:

"Demetri is a tracker. He could find Edward." Everyone gasped as Rosalie spoke. Of course! Why had none of us thought of this before?

"But do you think it would work?" I had to know what the others thought. If I hoped, and it came to nothing, I would be crushed.

"Demetri is by far the most advanced tracker I've ever seen or heard of. If anyone can find Edward, he can." Carlisle said in a sure voice.

"But will they help?" Emmett asked in a pessimistic tone, "I mean, they didn't exactly look like our best buddies when they came to see Nessie." I could see his point. What if they refused?

Carlisle spoke again. "We might as well try".

"So, what?" Alice began, "We're all just going to waltz into Volterra, and ask them for help?"

"No, we shouldn't all go. They may think we intend to be violent if they don't agree to help." It was a good thing Carlisle knew so much about the Volturi.

"And aren't we?" Typical Emmett, always up for a fight. Everyone just stared at him.

"So who goes?" Rose asked. I wanted to go. I wanted to go and beg them for help. Maybe I could convince them. If Aro read my thoughts, he'd see how much I needed Edward.

"I'm going." I demanded. I didn't care what anyone else said. I was going.

"Well, you can't go on your own, dear." Esme had been rather quiet throughout our discussion.

"Who should come with me then?" I looked around the room; everyone was looking at me cautiously, probably pondering on whether to come.

"I will come, Bella." It was Carlisle's voice I heard, "Aro knows me more than any of you. He. . . respects me, in some ways. He might listen to me." Carlisle was probably right; Aro always spoke fondly of Carlisle.

"Well, if you're going, Carlisle, I will come with you." Esme's voice was barely a whisper. No. An image came into my head. Esme, standing in the ancient marble-floored room, where I had visited previously in Volterra. The room still gave me the chills, and I couldn't imagine someone as beautiful as Esme in that horribly immense room.

"No, Esme." I stared at her desperately. "Please. Stay here. Look after Renesmee. No one else can cook," I heard Emmett snicker at this "And she needs you. Please." I was almost begging now.

"Okay." She said in a low whisper. I sighed with relief, and I'm sure I heard Carlisle breathing out too.

"So it's settled," I looked up at Carlisle. "When are we leaving?"

He stood up off of the sofa. "I'll check the airline times on the computer. Esme, phone the hospital and tell them that I'm sick, please." Esme nodded, getting up to get the phone, and Carlisle went upstairs to his study.

I got up from my seat and went over to where Rosalie and Emmett were sitting on the floor, and sat on the other side of Rosalie, putting my arms around her shoulder.

"Thank you. You're a genius." She laughed and patted my head.

"You can thank me later if it works, Bella."

Yes, I would thank her. I would owe her my life.

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Louise's POV:

"Will you marry me, Louise?"

Had I really heard that? Was I imagining things?

Wow. Paul wanted to marry me. Wow.

I realized that he was waiting on an answer, and that I was sitting gawking at him, my mouth hanging open in shock.

"Paul that's. . .I mean, I . . Well I. . ." I laughed, not knowing what to say, but I settled for, "Of course I will marry you Paul!" He threw his arms around me, crushing me into his warm chest.

"Louise, you have made me the happiest person alive right now." He kissed the words into my right ear, before pulling away from me and taking my hand.

Something cold slid round my ring finger.

Oh.

When I looked down at my left hand, there was a gorgeous silver ring on the finger second from the left.

It was perfect. The three purple stones huddled together in the centre, surrounded by wisps of gold and silver bands.

"Do you like it?" He asked, and his face was concerned.

"Of course I do!" How could I not like it? "It's perfect Paul. But it looks so expensive, how on earth did you afford this?" I knew that Paul and his mum weren't exactly rich, and he was always complaining that he couldn't afford gas for his car.

"I saved up," He shrugged, "And besides, you're worth every penny, babe." He kissed my forehead.

I looked up at him.

In what world did I deserve someone so perfect, as kind and gentle as Paul? I knew right then that he was always going to love me, no matter what.

He stood up, and helped me up, putting my flip flops back on my feet. When he stood up straight again, he hugged me, and I snuggled into his shoulder, overpowering my senses with his glorious scent. It was only when I pulled away, that I realized warm liquid was running down my face.

"Louise, are you okay?!" Paul did a quick look over me, to make sure I wasn't hurt.

"I'm fine," I laughed. "I don't know why I'm crying, I'm just so happy!" Paul smiled at me.

"I'm happy too, babe." He was kissing me then, his hands stroking my cheeks as his lips moved in synchronisation with his own. I knotted my fingers in his hair, the way I usually did when we kissed like this.

He stopped when we were both running out of oxygen, and smiled at me.

"Come on, let's get you home. Looks like it's going to rain," He smirked, "I knew the good weather couldn't last!" I laughed as well and he took my hand and carried the picnic basket back to the car.

I couldn't wait to be Mrs. Louise Watson.

A/N There we go! Okay, this really will be the last chapter before I go away, so I hope you liked it!! I think this is one of my longest chapters yet! So I'm happy. Anyway, have a great Easter and I'll upload in a couple weeks! Byeeee!!

FailCullen, Over and Outa here! ;) x