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This one is really short. Hope you like it!

The Name Game

EPOV

Things went so much better than I could even begin to anticipate. The proposal was the single most gratifying moment of my life. The look on her face, the emotions behind her eyes, it was all simply perfect. Then a little later, she shocked the hell out of me by giving me her present, which was a 'promise' ring that basically said what an engagement ring never could, her heart was mine forever. I asked her to the put the ring on my finger and I swear to god I felt like I was marrying her right then. I guess deep down inside I was. I was already committed to this woman for the rest of eternity; all we were going to do now was make it legal.

I shifted my weight as subtly as possible. I lifted my head to prop it on my arm so I could stare down at my beautiful sleeping Bella, my fiancée. It sounded so strange to say the word, and yet it felt so good. She was mine, and soon it would be sorted so that the entire world knew it.

I could feel the cool band on my left ring finger under my face. I caressed it with my thumb, savoring the feeling. It felt so fucking right, and while some of the guys will probably call me pussy whipped, I was damn proud to wear that ring. I wouldn't be ashamed to wear my wedding band, and I wasn't going to be ashamed of this symbol of my angel's love either.

She stirred lightly in her sleep. I struggled to resist the urge to wake her again. We had already had a very passionate night on Christmas Eve, filled with early morning wake up calls this morning. Once we got home tonight, we immediately disappeared into our bedroom for two rounds before she finally passed out from exhaustion. Honestly, I should be sleeping even harder than she was. I had even less sleep than she had worrying about setting everything up for the proposal and giving her the car, which she accepted with far less fighting than I had anticipated I might add, score two for Edward!

Add to that the fact that I'm mending from having two ribs practically shattered and my lung punctured from a fucking fifty cal, I should be dead to the world. I couldn't sleep though, in fact, I had never felt more awake and alive. For once in my godforsaken life, something was actually going my way. Things were falling into place that I never dreamed I would get to have, a soul mate to love and marry, a deeper connection with everyone I love, and bridging that final gap between my parents and I...and it all comes back to my angel.

She shifted again, her eyelids fluttering before her beautiful brown eyes opened slowly and stared at me sleepily.

"Edward Anthony, what on earth are you still doing up?"

I smiled down at her, reaching over to draw the infinity symbol on the soft flesh of her stomach. "Just watching my beautiful fiancée sleep. Oh, Bella, I'm so happy right now, I just can't sleep."

She smiled up at me, reaching up to run her hand over my cheek and through my hair. "You make me so happy, Edward...so very happy."

I leaned down and began kissing her gently, slowly brushing our lips together as I shifted my weight over her torso. She moaned and shifted under me, hitching her leg around my thigh and running her other hand through my hair. I slid my hand down and teased her nipple with my new ring. It was my newest favorite taunt for her body and it was always rewarded with her writhing against me, bucking her hips against me deliciously.

By the time morning came, we had completed five full rounds, plus two extra climaxes for her. She was completely limp and complacent next to me on the bed. I tried to get her to get up to have breakfast with me, with little luck.

Even though she was off ER shifts, when it came time for her turn to take graveyard rounds in the ER, Dr. Carmen decided that it would do Bella good to find out what an overnight on the peds floor was like. She asked her to go in at ten and spend the whole week assisting the nurses and doctors, just getting a feel for what a night for the kids felt like and then rounding with her class the next morning before getting off at ten in the morning. So my goal was to get her up for a lazy breakfast, some quiet cuddle time on the couch, and then back to bed by my side for a long nap for the both of us to make up for our lack of sleep during the night.

After much prodding, I got her up and sitting at the island in the kitchen, nursing a huge mug of hot coffee. She looked so adorable with her squinty eyes and her messy haystack of hair. She didn't even seem to care as she flipped open the paper and stared down at the page, not really seeing the script in front of her. I had to chuckle.

I popped two bagels in the toaster and grabbed the Philadelphia cream cheese spread out of the fridge to slide in front of her before pouring us both small glasses of orange juice for a little vitamin C. When the bagels popped up, I grabbed them and slid them in front of her and my empty seat at the counter, before coming around and hopping onto my seat, kissing her on the temple as I reached past her for the spread.

We ate in silence for a little while before she turned to me with a wide eyed look as though she just thought of something.

"Didn't you mention last night that you wanted to talk out some details?" She flashed me her engagement ring to remind me of what details she was referring.

I nodded. She cocked her head at me with a worried expression. "You're not worried about anything are you? I mean it's fast, but..."

I cut her off, "Some people might say it's fast, but I think you agree with me that when you've been as close as we have for so many years and feel the way we do about each other, it's not fast at all. I mean, good god, we've loved each other for over half a decade! I think we've waited long enough."

She smiled at me with a chuckle, reaching up to brush her hand across my cheek, nodding in agreement. "I agree whole heartedly. What did you want to talk about then? I remember you sounding concerned about something, but to be honest, honey, I was so worked up that the topic of conversation was a bit lost on me."

I smirked at her and felt my chest tighten again in lust. Holy fuck, was my body making up for a month worth of near celibacy or what?

"Yeah, I've been known to distract you from time to time haven't I?" I quirked an eyebrow at her and she flushed a moment before reaching over, smacking my arm with the rolled up newspaper in her hand.

I laughed and took a long drink from my juice before continuing on. "Actually, I called you Isabella Swan, soon to be Masen, but then it started me thinking that we never talked about you changing your name. I, of course, would hope you would want my name, but it dawned on me one day in Minnesota."

She grabbed my arm, "Minnesota?"

I smirked at her and nodded, "Yes, baby, I've been thinking about making you my wife since Minnesota."

She stared at me with wide eyes, her coffee cup half way between the counter and her face, and an open mouth that made me chuckle harder.

"Anyway, it dawned on me that being the feminist you are, that you might want to keep your maiden name, which would be disappointing, but I would understand. I have to admit, though, something about you taking my name just..." I trailed off staring into space and shivered at the power of her walking around with my last name.

"Wow," she sighed after a moment with her coffee cup still poised in the air. She set it down slowly. "You know, I've never really thought about it. Even as a little girl I never went around imagining being married or even writing my name with another boy's last name on my notebooks, like my friends did. The thought never occurred to me, actually."

My hope plummeted. Somehow, I knew she was going to end up not changing her name. "You could always hyphenate it?"

She looked over and smiled. "Bella Swan-Masen? Dr. Swan-Masen?" She shook her head, "It sounds strange, doesn't really flow. Bella Masen...Bella Masen...wow that sounds so strange to my ears." She shrugged a little and took a drink of her coffee. "Maybe I'll just take some time and let it marinate to see how it sounds."

I nodded in assent, but I could feel my shoulders slump in my chair until I heard her giggle next to me.

"You know, we could always do like some of those really progressive couples do. They take the letters of their last names and create a new last name that they both change their names too. Hmmm...we could be Edward and Bella Swamsen...or Edward and Bella Mensaw?"

I smiled over at her; she giggled to herself, taking a pencil out of the holder on the counter that we kept handy for crossword puzzles and began rearranging our last names to make new strange ones. I shook my head, thinking once more how fucking cute she was. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and kissed her cheek.

"As long as it's Edward and Bella, I could give a rat's ass what last names we have, actually."

She chuckled again as I took the pencil, set it down, and pulled her with me toward our living room. I settled onto the couch, pulling her down to rest with her back against my chest once more. I tangled the fingers of our left hands and held them up into the light, enjoying the sight of our rings sparkling together in the sunshine.

"That just looks so fucking right," I mumbled under my breath, but she must have heard me because she nodded and pulled our hands down to kiss our rings before bringing them down to rest on her stomach.

We flipped on the TV, surfing through the channels, before finally settling on some fucking clay animation thing about Rudolph and New Year's. Bella got all excited over it, telling some story about her family watching it every year when she and Emmett were really young.

When it was over, it was getting kind of close to lunch. Even though neither of us was starving yet, we both knew we should eat before going back to bed. We assembled some cold cut sandwiches that we ate in front of the TV, now watching old Buffy the Vampire Slayer episodes. At least this one we both enjoyed.

We crashed around one in the afternoon. Even though my body was totally wiped, my mind still kept going over the discussion Bella and I had in the kitchen. It started me thinking about something that had crossed my mind a time or two in the past, but I quickly dismissed it. The whole last name discussion brought it up again for me and I wondered how she would feel about it.

I fell asleep pondering the issue of names and dreamed of little bronze haired, brown eyed and brown haired, green eyed babies running around with the last name of Swamsen.