"What song would you pick?"
CH 7
"Your lullaby of course." I smiled, liking the idea very much. I nodded in agreement.
"When would you like to get married?" I already knew the date and place I wanted, but I wanted to know what he wanted. I'd make something up when it was my turn.
"If I had it my way, I'd marry you tomorrow. However, in the state of Washington, I don't turn eighteen until June, so any time between my birthday and yours would be fine. "What about you?" He asked.
"I agree, though I wish in the eyes of the state that you were already eighteen. I feel like a cougar."
"When it's me who is the cradle robber." I laughed and remembered a question from last night that was never answered. I carefully picked up his family photo.
"You never did tell me what your parents were like."
"Carlisle and Esme actually remind a lot of them. They were firm, but kind and I know that they loved me. I told you last night that my father respected my wishes not to be arranged to be married, so that tells me that they wanted me to have everything that I wanted. They wanted me to be happy. I am happy. They would have loved you. My father worked hard, but made it home for dinner every night. He made sure to spend time with my mother and I reading books and discussing the days events over a plate of fruit or biscuits. I would help my mother make warm bread every Sunday morning. The yeast would rise while we were at church and then I would have to load up the stove with wood and light it as soon as we got home so it would be hot enough to bake the bread. She would read to me every night when I was a child and both of them made sure I completely my nightly studies. They were committed to me having the best education I could. I miss them often, but then I look at Carlisle and Esme and think that my parents would be happy that Carlisle had done what he had so that I could continue existing." I swiped at a stray tear from his precious memories of his human life.
"What was it like when you were sick?" I asked softly.
"It was horrible, though nothing compared to the pain of the change. It was difficult to watch my father, who I always thought to be so strong, succumb to the illness and then my mother also fell victim after trying to care for my father. I tended to her as best I could and maintained the financial affairs of the house since I was now the only man in residence until I too, started to become ill. I passed it off and tried to rest more. I stopped going to school and continued to tend to the house for as long as I could. After the change, Carlisle brought me back to the house. I secured for him, the papers for my parents bank account, their assets and the deed to the house. I don't know where he's filed them and I don't know if the house is still standing. If he sold it, then I know he would have put that money along with the rest of my inheritance in a separate account in case I wanted to wander off on my own. While I was there, I collected the few personal items that you see before us. I wanted to take more, but Carlisle warned me not to take too much in case it was noticed and people thought we may have been robbed. I could have waited until the legal work was taken care of and everything was mine, but it took me too long to get my bloodlust under control and by the time I had, we'd moved and I never looked back. I still regret it. The only personal item of mine was this journal and it's not very good either." He set the old book down next to him. I read each newspaper clipping that was in the box.
"Did Carlisle get these for you?"
"No, I did. I read the paper while I was locked up in Carlisle's place for a few days. It was hard to read my family's obituaries. Carlisle did provide the information for that. He took care of everything at first because I was so entirely focused on my next meal."
"Will I be like that?" I set the papers carefully back in the box. Edward slowly repacked it. He treated the items with true reverence.
"It depends. You're the first in our family to be changed on purpose. You've had a lot of time to wrap your mind about what is going to happen and you've heard all of our stories. Each one of our tales is different and we all have different memories of the first few weeks into our new life. I was there for Esme, Rosalie and Emmet when they all woke up. Each one was different. Esme, though she was thirsty, wasn't scaling the walls like I was. Rosalie was thirsty for revenge above her hunger. Emmet was ready to go out and play with his food; he still does actually." I smiled and waited for him to put the box away. He left out the jewelry boxes and paused in front of the bed.
"I never had the chance to do this until now." He picked up the engagement ring and kneeled in front of me.
"I'm willing to give you every part of me and all I ask in return is for you to make me the happiest man to ever exist by giving me your hand, you mind in marriage. Would you, Bella Swan be married to me until the end of time?"
"Yes." He kissed me from his kneeled position and I couldn't be happier.
"I'll have the ring cleaned this weekend and you can have it as soon as I get it back."
"I want to wear it now. We can go together this weekend and spend some time alone while it gets cleaned." He smiled and eagerly put the ring on my finger. I was proud to wear it for him. I tugged on his shirt collar and pulled him on top of me.
"Kiss me. Show me you love me." I whispered. He dropped his lips to mine and my hands went to work on his buttons. He shed his shirt for me and I broke the kiss.
"I want all of your attention on me; don't listen to anyone else in the house. I want to feel like I'm in an Edward bubble and there's only room for two in that bubble."
"Yes ma'am." He dropped some of his weight on me, but keeping enough off that he wouldn't crush me. I rubbed my warm hands all down his cold back. He moaned. I slipped one of my hands down the back of his pants to touch his ass.
"What are you doing?" He asked with a smile.
"Making sure it feels as good as it looks." I said with a smirk on my face.
"Will you touch me?" I asked before he could protest what my hands were doing.
"You have to tell me where you want me to touch you. There are so many places I've been saving until after we're married."
"I was hoping you'd move to second base and put your hand under my shirt." He smiled wickedly and ripped it off completely.
"You can wear my shirt home. I'm sure your dad will understand." He said. He was playing along and for that I was glad.
"What do my hands feel like on you?"
"They feel like a warm breeze. It's quite pleasant. Your body however is radiating heat and warming me all over. I like it; a lot." He gazed at my bra covered chest and I watched him watch as his hand dragged up my stomach to my rib cage to my breast. I felt an immediate reaction by the cool seduction of his hand. I didn't bother to restrain my moan and I squeezed his ass a little harder. He kissed me and thrust his tongue in my mouth just as someone knocked on the door. Edward covered me with his body and I clung to him.
"Alice sent me. I won't come in, but if she sends me up here again, I will. She said it was time to stop before you went too far." Jasper threatened. I know more was said because it was three seconds later before Edward thanked Jasper for the message.
"Tell me. I know he was thinking something at you." I demanded. He got off of me and sat on the edge of the bed.
"He said that Alice had a vision of us progressing further and you getting hurt because it is all so new to me and I don't have enough control over these urges yet." He looked away in shame and I reused to let him. I sat on his lap and waited until he looked at me. He didn't look after five minutes.
"I will break my fist on your jaw if you don't look at me right now." I growled at him and he did turn his head.
"Thank you."
"I don't want you to get hurt."
"I know that's why I said what I did. Listen to me. I'm new at this too and it will take time. We need to be together like that more so you can build up your tolerance. Think of it as reintroducing yourself to humans after your change. Did you go right to the heart of the city where the most people were or did you start off at a small town and work your way in?"
"Your right. We'll keep trying and working on it together. You are wise."
"It's just common sense. We're both aware of what you are and what I am. I know that you could snap my neck as easily as you snap your fingers. I try not to pus too hard at your boundaries and I know you work hard at controlling yourself so that I don't get hurt." He nodded.
"It won't be like that forever, Edward. This is just a temporary set back."
"Ok." He wrapped his arms around me and I leaned down to kiss him.
"Thank you for sharing your memories with me. Tomorrow we can go to my house and start on my project. I want to get it done before finals start."
"Ok. I'll take you home after I feed you." I smiled at him and put on his shirt that he'd worn to school. He growled at me and put on a clean shirt.
"What?"
"I like how you look in my clothes."
"Well then I guess you know what I'm wearing to bed tonight. You can have it back when it smells like me."
"It already does have traces of you on it." I sniffed it, inhaling the smell of Edward.
"I think it smells just like you and I love that it does. You smell wonderful."
"What do I smell like to you? I've heard a few different things. Jessica thinks I smell like freshly cut grass and cinnamon." He asked as we walked down the stairs. I don't know yet if he noticed that Emmet and Rosalie were gone yet.
"To me, you smell like sun kissed skin, the wind a there is a little cinnamon."
"Sun kissed skin? What is that smell?" Alice asked.
"When I've been out in the sun for a while, my skin is kissed by the sun. The wind is what I would smell like if I rode in a convertible all day or just ran at vampire speed." I shrugged. It was hard to explain.
"Maybe on the next sunny day you can experiment and see if there is a difference in m scent after I've been in the sun for a while and have gone for a run."
"Oh, let's do the running now! Everyone smell her hair." Alice encouraged. I felt silly when each of them sniffed my hair.
"Edward, you make her dinner and I will be back." Alice threw me on her back and took off before Edward could say a word in protest. Alice had an ulterior motive and I knew it. She stopped after a minute of running.
"Rosalie and Emmet are succeeding in Chicago. Edward's house is still standing and it looks like it hasn't been lived in for years. They did some research and booked the church for the twentieth and found more of his family's belongings in a storage shed. They are going to clean up and work on the house a little so you can have a small reception there. It will be perfect."
"Does he suspect anything?"
"I don't think so. I'll ask Jasper and get back to you on that. You did a great job getting all of that information from him. You've both given me enough to work with."
"I want to pick out your dress." I said.
"I'm going to help you design yours and then make it happen for you. We'll get together on Sunday and do that. I know that you already have plans with Edward for Saturday and you will be spending the rest of the week on your project. It's going to turn out wonderfully. Both of your parents will cherish it." She threw me on her back again and ran home. I made sure to hold my head up high enough to catch the wind in my face. They agreed that I smelled different when I got back.
"What took you so long?" Edward asked me.
"We stopped for a minute to discuss the wedding. We're going out on Sunday so I can find her dress. We also discussed your birthday surprise."
"Why won't you just tell me?"
"That kind of goes against the word, surprise. I think you just hate the fact that you can't read my mind and everyone else is blocking you."
"You're right again. It is completely irritating." He served me a plate of Spanish rice and tacos. I dug right in. For people who never eat, they sure can cook.
"What do I smell like to you?" I asked between bites.
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