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A Happy New Year

BPOV

The more I thought about Edward's question about the whole name thing, the more I realized that I wanted to be his wife in every way. Part of that meant taking the name Masen, so I would be fine with that. Sure it would be an adjustment, but I loved the idea of being his wife. I thought as I walked the six blocks to work from our apartment.

Edward had wanted to escort me to work, but I refused. He wouldn't admit it, but he was really, really sore from our overenthusiastic bedroom activities over the past two days. He probably shouldn't have been doing it at all, but we were both so damn horny and needed it so badly, I just couldn't help but give in. I did, however, insist on being on top every time, hoping it would keep the impact on him to a minimum. Unfortunately...well actually, fortunately for me, because it felt damn good...but unfortunately for him, his hips had a mind of their own and even though I was on top, he did a lot of the work himself.

I sighed as I remembered how amazing it felt to have him inside me again. There is definitely something potent about sex after you've been forced into celibacy for an extended period of time, everything is so much more sensitive and each touch is so much more intense.

I shivered at just the thought of the intensity of our union. I felt the tingle between my legs. I rolled my eyes at myself acting no better than a hormonal teenager as I crossed the street to enter the main lobby. I rushed to the locker room, having fifteen minutes to get ready and hit the peds floor for my first graveyard shift with the rest of the residents on night shift.

I changed into my work shoes and reluctantly took my rings off my fingers and slid them on the chain around my neck. I learned not long after I got the Claddagh that ring removal was quite necessary with the constant putting on and taking off of gloves, but it pained me so much more to remove my beautiful engagement ring. I slid it off and kissed it before hanging it around my neck, feeling the weight of the large and yet not too large diamond over my heart. I triple checked the latch before exiting the locker room, making my way to the elevators.

So far on my peds rotation, I hadn't really gotten to interact with any of the other med students working the wing because most of their time was spent on the floor for morning rounds or at night, but the afternoons when I was around was typically devoid of residents in my area of the unit. Occasionally you would hear about one coming in for a page, but it was never in the room I was working in. They were always in and out before I could even really catch a glimpse of them.

I hit the floor at ten that first evening to find it eerily silent and very dim. Carmen had given me very specific directions. For my first night shift, I was supposed to search out the peds floor nurse, Diane, and follow her around just to get a feel for what the nurses do and help out where needed. By the time I arrived, a lot of their first rounds of the night were complete. The lights were out in all of the patients' rooms and the nurses were charting at their stations while keeping their eyes and ears open for call lights.

Not knowing what else to do with myself, I logged onto the unused computer station in the nurse's station and started reviewing the charts of my patients to see how they had been doing over the past two days.

I smiled when I noted that Eric had been released Christmas Eve. I was so glad he got to be home with his family for Christmas.

Katie seemed to be showing major improvement and there was a notation that she would probably be moving out of the ID wing and back onto another section of the peds floor.

I glanced at a few others, pleased that they all seemed to be doing well. Once I checked on all of my current patients I pulled up Charlotte's records to see how she was faring. There seemed to be no change. They had to do a little adjusting of her ventilator because her venous blood gasses were off, but since then there had been no major changes. I wondered how Carmen would react if I requested to spend one night assisting in the peds ICU to see what it was like and to assist a little more with Charlotte again. All I could do was ask right?

After spending my first graveyard in this unit, I had a whole new respect for the nurses. They were constantly busy making all the big decisions since there wasn't a doctor in sight. Occasionally they would have to call a doctor or page one to come make a big judgment call, but the rest of the time they were totally amazing, organized, well oiled machines.

As the sun rose in the sky that first morning, I left the peds floor to go down to the third floor to join the Femmes for morning rounds. I hadn't been nearly as busy personally as I would have been working in the ER since the nurses pretty much run the show on night shifts. I was just along for the ride, but I walked out of the hospital feeling ten times more exhausted than I normally did after a night shift.

I stumbled into the apartment at 10:30 and dashed straight to the showers. I wasn't having as much direct contact with my ID patients on graveyard and spent much more of my time in the other areas lending a hand, so I figured showering at the hospital wasn't totally necessary today.

When I stepped out, I came face to face with a smirking Edward with bedroom eyes. I groaned because, as much as I loved my fiancé, I was too damn tired to do anything but sleep. It took less than fifteen seconds for his smirk to melt into a frown as he stared at my chest looking hurt.

I looked down wondering what on earth had him so upset to see my rings still dangling between my breasts. My heart clenched when I realized why he was upset.

I reached my hand up to cradle his face and force him to make eye contact with me. "Edward, I can't wear it on the floor. You've seen how many times I have to take on and off gloves during my work day. Between the safety risk of the ring tearing my glove and exposing me or my patients, not to mention the risk that at some point the ring might come off with a glove while I'm in an emergency situation or something and accidentally get lost, there's no way I can wear it while on the floor. So instead, I take it off and wear it over my heart, which is the second best location I can think of for it. I know it bothers you, but it's the best I can do."

He sighed and closed his eyes with a small nod.

"You know, if I had any way around it, I would jump on it in heartbeat, but unfortunately, this is how it has to be with my job."

"I know," he sighed with a sad smile as he reached behind my neck to undo the necklace. "I knew you always took off the Claddagh. I should have known you would have to take this one off too, but I just didn't think about it." He slid the two rings off the chain and sat it behind him before sliding both rings onto my hands, kissing my engagement ring reverently.

"Come on...let's go lay down and get some rest."

I looked over at him with surprise. "You're laying down with me? Don't you have PT and stuff to do?"

He smirked down at me, kissing my forehead. "Nope, got it all done this morning so I could spend as much time with my future wife as I could, even if we're both passed out."

He led me to the bedroom where he reached into my pajama drawer, pulling out a warm flannel set and handing them to me. He slid into a set of his own before guiding me to the bed.

He disappeared and came back a few minutes later with sandwiches and soup which he must have had Melissa whip up for us while we were changing. We sat and ate in bed together.

Once we were done, he tucked me in and disappeared with the tray before returning to cuddle up behind me. I snuggled into his neck and sighed before passing out cold.

And so went my week. The last day, I was finally allowed a night in the peds ICU. Then I was to return to my regular floor to perform morning rounds with the pediatric Residents and their attending.

As much awe and respect I had for the nurses after working the peds floor overnight was magnified tenfold after seeing the ICU nurses at work. These ladies were hot shit! They worked efficiently on their critical patients taking care of all of the tasks that are necessary. In the ICU, where the patients are mostly unconscious, all labs are drawn in the early hours of the morning, not to mention nebulizer treatments, turning patients, and dealing with emergencies which seemed to arise often.

Thankfully, my sanity was preserved by the fact that none of the emergencies involved Charlotte. Matter of fact, Charlotte seemed to be improving exponentially. If her tests kept improving at the rate that they already were, the doctors were discussing weaning her off the vent and potentially rousing and extubating her early next week.

I closed my eyes and sent up a silent thanks to all who were listening who had watched over Charlotte as I prayed that the improvements continued.

My first set of rounds with the pediatric Residents was more than a little intimidating. Most of them looked on me with skeptical eyes. Thankfully, the attending I was assigned to was none other than Eleazar, who greeted me cheerfully and was sure to include me in discussion. Since they were rounding on my kids, I had a lot to say, which made Eleazar quite pleased and a couple of the Residents more than a little pissed off.

It bothered me for a little while before I decided to take an 'Oh screw 'em' attitude. I was just coming off a week of graveyards and wasn't about to let them look down on me or upset me. Our last patient of the day was Katie, who seemed to be a little worse for wear today in my opinion. She smiled and greeted me in our usual cheerful way, making the couple of jealous Residents glare at me reproachfully, but even then, she wasn't quite as bright as usual.

After we finished in her room, I pulled Eleazar aside and brought up my concerns. I explained that I didn't want to bring it up in front of her, but I was worried that something wasn't quite right. He promised to look into her latest lab results and asked me to go in and check in with her.

I walked back into the room with her. She smiled at me, but appeared confused as I crossed back to her side. I went to the computer station to check her latest vitals and labs and everything appeared fine. Temp was normal, BP was good, she was even eating and drinking very well according to the nurse's notations, so I walked back over to her bedside and settled in.

"Everything okay, Katie? You don't seem quite yourself."

Her brow furrowed and her politely smiling face slowly crumbled into one of sorrow as she began to sob. "It's nothing, Dr Swan, could I please have some privacy?"

I reached out and put my hand on her shoulder. "Are you sure, Katie? I just want to make sure everything is okay. If you're feeling bad at all, you need to let us know in case something bigger is going on."

She shook her head and chuckled darkly. "No, I'm fine, Just NORMAL teenage stuff for once."

I sighed and nodded, "Well, okay then. If you need anything, or just someone to talk to, then let me know."

I got up and made my way over the doorway. I had just twisted the knob when I heard her call my name behind me. I turned to see her looking over at me with pleading eyes. I closed the door and walked back to her as she tucked herself into a ball, resting her cheek on her knees.

"It's just Garrett and I had a really big fight. He's really understanding most of the time, but well...God I feel so weird talking about this...he, uh, we have been talking about taking the step to start having sex."

I felt my face grow pale and my eyes widen...holy crap...so not the problem I was expecting to be dealing with. What the hell do I say to the girl?

"Well, before I got admitted this time, we had it all planned out. We were going to do it the night of the homecoming dance. Both of our parents thought we were going to be staying at friends houses, but actually we were sneaking out of town to his father's hunting lodge to be together. The thing is, we never made it because I was admitted. Then, since I've been here, I've been rethinking things again. I'm just not sure I'm ready."

I reached over and squeezed her hand gently between us in commiseration.

"I talked to Garrett about it and he got really mad and hurt. I know he loves me and everything, but it hurt to think that he wouldn't be more understanding. Sort of like maybe he doesn't love me enough. Now I'm wondering if I'm wrong and I should just do it and get it over with!"

I sighed and clenched my eyes shut tightly before I squeezed her hand again. "I've been where you are...well sort of. I didn't have the health issues you fight and struggle with, but when I was in high school, I had a boyfriend that I thought loved me too. We had big plans for after the prom...well by 'we' I mean he. Anyway, I told him I wasn't ready and refused. He got really mad and yelled and screamed and broke up with me...and then my brother and his friends, which happens to include my fiancé," I added with a wink, "beat him up later that night and broke his arm."

She looked at me with a terrified expression.

I laughed. "I don't regret saying no, though. It's your right to say you aren't ready. You have to go with your instincts and don't let your need to please someone else, or just wanting to get it over with, take away something that is so precious and can only be given away once. And you know what else? I ran into that guy just a couple of months ago and he apologized to me. He told me that what he did was horrible and he always felt guilty for how he treated me and trying to guilt me and force me into having sex with him."

She smiled at me and I winked. "Now, I know Garrett is no Jacob, he's been really good to you. I see how he looks at you and stays with you and treats you. He seems like a really good guy. The truth of the matter is, sweetheart, he is still a guy. Sometimes their little head tends to yell louder than the big one. Give him some time to deal with it. I'm sure you guys will be able to talk it out. I can tell he loves you. Just have faith in that."

She sighed and hugged herself closer, "But...but what if he goes and finds someone else to take care of his little head while I'm struggling with this whole situation?"

I sighed again roughly, shooting her an apologetic expression, "Then you deserve better than him if he's not willing to wait for you. You know how I was telling you about my fiancé? Before we got together, he was a real player, like big time king of the players, but when we started dating he waited for me to be ready. I hadn't been with anybody for a really long time and I was scared because I had watched him with women for the past seven years and was afraid I would get the same treatment. Now, if a guy with his reputation can wait, then I have no doubt that Garrett is capable of waiting too. Just explain to him how you feel and where you are coming from. Once he lets some of the testosterone settles out of his system, I'm sure he'll be more receptive to reason than you might think."

She giggled and nodded before thanking me.

I left the room to go find Eleazar and tell him that her issues were personal, not medical, and apologize for rousing the alarm for no reason. I turned the corner to see him discussing, rather heatedly, with one of the snarky residents we had just been on rounds with.

"She has no business being up here. I find it laughable that we all pay the same tuition and yet she gets preferential treatment just because she's buffing Cullen's son's wiener every night."

"Heidi, I suggest you take a step back and regain your professionalism. It is not your place to question the decisions of the administrators of this hospital or of the medical school. She is highly capable and ready to be working on this floor. You were in that room during rounding; she kept up with all of you and exceeded most."

"Because she spends all day with these kids...we have at least three times the patients she has! It's impossible to carry on that kind of relationship with all of our patients. It's easy when you just have a small subsection to deal with."

"Heidi, have you ever done rounds with my wife?"

She shook her head no.

"My wife is in charge of at least twice as many patients as you are, and she carries on a similar bedside manner with each and every one of them. It is not impossible. I'm pretty sure that Bella would show that same level of dedication no matter how many patients she had to work with. You are a Resident, it is not your place to choose who works where. I can guarantee you that if you repeatedly question the actions of those above you who decide your fate, you will find that getting a permanent placement after you complete your residency will be more difficult than maybe it could have been. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to go check on a patient's chart. I suggest you go to the pits with the rest of your colleagues for the rest of the afternoon."

Heidi huffed and turned to stomp off, ramming into me as she turned the corner. She sneered at me as she mumbled, 'watch where you're going, intern' and disappeared down the hallway.

I rounded the corner to see Eleazar rubbing his head as though he were willing away a headache. I instantly felt bad. I jogged up to him just before he turned to walk into the doctor's lounge.

"Just a second please, Eleazar."

He looked up and smiled.

"I'm sorry about earlier. Um...I talked to Katie and her problems were personal, not medical. I'm sorry to have concerned you without reason."

He shook his head, "Not at all, Bella, it's being attentive to such things that allow us to catch potentially fatal situations early. Sometimes they are due to normal causes, but it's important to always be on the offensive and never assume. I'll still take a look at her lab results just to be sure. Thank you, Bella, for letting me know though."

I nodded and smiled.

"You must be exhausted after your night in the ICU, go get home to your fiancé and get some rest. I assume the two of you plan to go out to celebrate tonight."

"Tonight?" I looked bewildered, my whole internal clock spun off kilter by my crazy nights.

He chuckled, "Yes, Bella, tonight...New Year's Eve. Now you are far too young to not partake in New Year's Eve. Go home, rest, and get out to have some fun tonight, Bella. You deserve it."

I gasped at the news, feeling horrible for not planning ahead at all for the holiday. Finally, I nodded and rushed out to head home.

I arrived to a mostly empty apartment...Melissa being the only one home. I spoke with her briefly while inhaling the lunch she had ready for me before showering and passing out in bed. Before I went under, I wrote a quick text to Edward, asking about plans for the night. He told me to just rest and relax, we were going out with the gang and everything was taken care of.

I sighed, knowing before he even said anything...Alice. I chuckled and threw the pillow over my head to block the rest of the light in the room.

The next thing I knew, I could smell Edward all around me as I felt his nose running up and down my neck and his hand grazing along my side and stomach, being sure to tease my chest with every pass.

"My beautiful Bella, it's time to wake up. We have to get ready for tonight." He accentuated his last word by pulling my earlobe into his mouth and nibbling gently, earning a moan from me. I felt his lips curl against my ear and neck.

"Come on, up and in the shower. Alice will be here in half an hour and you need to be fed and clean before she gets hold of you.'

I groaned as he grabbed the blankets and pillow off of me, pulling my limp arms up.

"I don't wanna! Can't we just stay in, make love all night, and watch the fireworks out of the living room windows when they shoot them out over the lake? I wouldn't mind doing something like that at all...just please don't subject me to Alice!"

He chuckled and shook his head. "No can do love of my life, our friends and family are getting upset that we have been neglecting them. Now that I'm feeling so much better and can get around again, they are hijacking us for the evening."

I moaned again and let him help me raise up to sit as I wrapped my arms around his neck and fell limply against his chest. Before long, he finally managed to get me to my feet, leading me to the bathroom and into the shower. He helped me sit on the seat in the corner, stripping my clothes off, and turning on the water, leaving me to sit in the streams alone.

"Aren't you at least going to join me?" I shouted over the spray as he closed the shower door and turned toward the doorway of the bathroom.

He laughed loudly. "We haven't even gotten around to having shower sex yet, Bella. Our first time will definitely not be on a night with such time constraints. We'll be spending a very long time in there when that day comes."

"Hey, I didn't say anything about sex, Mr. Overconfident!"

He laughed again, "You're not manipulating me that easily Isabella Marie Cullen!"

His laughter stopped immediately.

I jumped up off the seat and opened the door to stare out at him. He was looking a bit shell shocked as I stared at him with mouth agape.

"Cullen?"

He looked sheepishly at me before looking up again. "I wanted to talk to you about it later when we could have a longer conversation," he said crossing the floor toward me. "The name talk and the whole joking about changing both of our names made me start thinking about my parents and the fact that I resisted letting them adopt me and changing my name when I was younger. When we brought up the subject, it just sort of seemed like a good time. I talked to them earlier today...that's where I was when you got home. They were both so excited. My Mom cried."

I smiled at him brightly and he smiled back. "So what do you think? Would you like to be Mrs. Edward Anthony Masen Cullen?"

"I think I would love to be Dr. Isabella Cullen."

He smirked at me, crossing the floor in three steps. He pulled me to his chest, kissing me so deeply I felt like I was dying. The front of him was completely soaked from my wet body as we became totally lost in our kisses.

Finally, he broke away gasping for breath and rested his forehead to mine. "I love you so much, my future Dr. Cullen."

"I love you too, my future Mr. Cullen. Now, you better get going or we're both going to miss tonight. If you wait here ten more seconds, I'm going to pull you in here with me, clothes be damned, and we won't be leaving for several hours."

I ground myself against him to emphasize my point earning a moan. He mumbled something about me being a vixen under his breath before he finally let go and backed away from me through the doorway that led to our bedroom.

I chuckled and closed the shower door again to finish my shower in peace. When I stepped out, I was rushed to the kitchen to scarf down my supper by an annoyed Alice who was bellowing about throwing off the schedule and ruining everyone's night. The second I took my last bite, she was pulling me toward our bedroom before I could even swallow the masticated food in my mouth.

Then the torture began as she tweezed and tugged, curled and twisted. She painted me with layers of foundation and blush, eye shadow and lipstick, before attacking my finger and toe nails with a pearlescent polish.

About two hours, and a lot of pain later, I found myself standing in front of the mirror with my hair floating down around my face and shoulders in smooth silky waves. My eyes had a smoky dramatic flair and my lips were a deep burgundy like color. An Emerald colored dress with a low gathered halter type neckline revealing ample amounts of cleavage with a strip of rhinestones below the bust and then a short flowing skirt that stopped just above my knees draped my frame nicely. To round out the ensemble, I was forced into a pair of matching open toed heels. Alice slid my mother's silver heart necklace around my neck with a smile.

In spite of the fact that I looked far dressier than I ever have before, I felt amazing. I found myself extremely excited to be out on the arm of my fiancé. We were the future Mr. and Mrs. Cullen, and the way I looked tonight I actually felt like I fit the role perfectly.

Once she was finished and layered my hair with enough hairspray to withstand gale force winds, we emerged from the bedroom to find that everyone else in the living room waiting for us. Rosalie looked amazing, as always, even with the tiny, barely there baby bump beginning to protrude from between her hipbones. Emmett stood behind her with his hands around her waist, the tips of his fingers splayed protectively over his wife's womb. My eyes quickly scanned the room taking in Andy and Andrea, Jacob and Melissa, Jasper to whom Alice had already gravitated and was perched on his lap in the armchair, but no Edward.

I was about to open my mouth to ask where he was when I heard his voice echoing from the kitchen a split second before he appeared in the living room with a beer in his hand. He froze mid step and blinked at me with owl eyes before a slow smile crept across his features. He quickly stalked the five feet between us to wrap me in his arms and nuzzle my neck, whispering how absolutely fucking hot his fiancée is and how he can't wait to show me off tonight.

We all gathered our jackets and things, making our way to the elevators. I realized I was still completely out of the loop for our plans for the night and it was already after nine.

"Where are we going, guys?"

They all smirked at one another and stayed silent, earning a growl from my chest, to which Emmett just laughed.

"Awe, she's turning into baby bear again! She used to growl like that when she was a baby. We all called her baby bear because she sounded like a baby grizzly!"

Everyone laughed.

I blushed as Edward pulled me back against his chest and began to bury his nose in my hair a moment before locating my ear. He nibbled it while whispering in my ear. "Hmmm...grizzly bear...I think they misnamed you. my love. They should have called you a wildcat...that's certainly more of the noises I've experienced. Did you realize you tend to purr a little bit...especially when I drink your juices."

I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head as I suppressed a moan, trying not to confirm to the rest of the passengers in the elevator that Edward was whispering exactly the sorts of things that they suspected.

I waved to George as we passed by. He winked at me with a wide smile as we passed through the doorway and climbed into the huge Hummer/limo like the one we used the last time we all got to go out for a big group outing before Minnesota. I found myself wondering what fancy to do we were going to with the fancy clothes and all the effort. I began to laugh hysterically when we pulled in front of Dooley's, our annual New Year's hang out since I was old enough to join the festivities.

We walked in to find ourselves in a crowd of fancy dresses and suits. I was surprised since Dooley's is typically a casual New Year event. We scrambled to the bar. Mama D rushed over and hugged Edward and I so hard, I feared our necks might snap.

"Edward, Bella! I'm so sorry I never made it over to see you when you could have visitors. Every time I tried in the ICU, they wouldn't allow me, and then when you got into a regular room, I was too busy with this place. It's been amazing!"

"Things have been that good?" I gasped.

She threw her head back and cackled.

"Bella, your Rock Band night idea has made this place a hotspot! We've been packing them out every night of the week. We have over twenty bands signed up for the competition, which we pushed back to February. Everyone keeps asking when the Femmes and the Knights are coming back.

"The Knights?"

She smiled brightly, pinching Edward's cheek, "They're calling you boys the Kevlar Knights because of the Swat vests, and of course, you girls are going by the Femme Docs. It was all Alice's idea."

We laughed. I reached up to tuck my hair behind my ear as Mama squealed and about ripped my arm off, yanking my ring closer to have a look.

"He did it for real...Edward Masen is officially off the market forever? Half the bar's hearts are going to break tonight! Of course, the other half's will break now that our Bella is soon to be a married woman! When did this happen?"

"Christmas," I sighed, looking back at Edward as he beamed down at me.

"Alice! That little shit! She didn't tell me a thing about it! She must have been letting the two of you surprise me! Well get your asses over here! The newly betrothed, practically grandchildren of mine, always get drinks on the house on special occasions!"

She poured us both double shots of Rum before scooting a Heineken at Edward and mixing me a Long Island Iced Tea. "I've gotta get back to work you two, but drinks are on me all night."

"You don't have to do that, Mama," I protested loudly.

She just waved me off with a 'pish, posh.'

Edward and I pushed our way through the crowd to the 'reserved' table to the left of the stage where the rest of our party had landed. Leave it to Alice to ensure we have a table tonight. Everyone was squeezed around the table and there was really only enough space left for one chair to fit up to the table. Edward must have noticed this the same time I did. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me over to him as he slid into the chair, perching me gracefully across his lap. He wrapped his arms around me with a big goofy smile before kissing me.

"I prefer to sit like this anyway," he stage whispered into my ear as he shot a smug look across the table at Emmett. Even though we were living together and engaged, he still has a hard time seeing us overly touchy feely. Too bad big brother, because there was nothing that was going to keep me from hanging all over my man tonight!

The DJ broke in through the music to make an announcement. We all looked over to see a mischievously grinning Mama D standing behind the booth. staring intently at our table.

"Attention Ladies and Gentlemen! The owner of the establishment wishes to send out a very special congratulations to the lead singer of the Femme Docs, Bella Swan, and the lead singer of the Kevlar Knights, Edward Masen. It seems that these two rockers got engaged during Christmas and are celebrating their upcoming wedding tonight. So in honor of the bride and groom to be, Mama D has requested a special song for the kids to dance to up on stage. Edward, Bella...we're waiting on you two. Get your crazy asses up here!"

I could feel the heat emanating off of my body as the bloom of my blush must have been akin to the hue of a tomato. I could feel Edward laughing underneath me and whispering that we better hurry, but I was frozen in mortification. Before I realized what was happening, Edward solved the problem by yanking my hand as he stood and pulling me toward the stage.

We walked up to Mama as she reached out to pat our shoulders. Edward and I looked out at the audience, seeing a strange combination of glazed looking eyes that found the situation romantic and furious eyes eviscerating me simply through their gazes.

I swallowed hard and tried to remember to breathe.

Edward wrapped his arm around my waist and spun me to look at him. He looked down at me, smiling, and it took less than ten seconds for the whole room of observers to blur and disappear.

Suddenly, it was just Edward and I together as he leaned his head down to rest it against mine. He whispered, "I love you, soon to be Bella Cullen."

My arms wrapped up around his neck and nestled in his hair as his arms wrapped around my waist. He pulled me close and we just stood there and stared.

The guitar riffs of the eighties power ballad filled the air and we both smiled, not at all surprised at Mama D's choice, as Steelheart's I'll Never Let You Gofilled the air. We began to sway as the first line started talking about Angel Eyes. We simply got lost in one another's eyes and smiled before we slowly slid closer. We kissed passionately, only to be reminded of our crowd of observers thanks to the cat calls and whoops that filled the air, combating with the music.

I instinctively started to pull away in embarrassment, but Edward pulled me closer, deepening the kiss, quickly making the sounds fade again. He finally broke free once we reached the chorus. We both started singing to one another at the same time.

I'll never let you go, you're always on my mind

You're the only one for me, you're all I need

And I'll never, never let you go

The rest of the song blurred by, as we held one another close, kissing and listening to the verses, feeling them in our bones. Boy, Mama D picked some damn good music! Every once in a while, we would sing along when the chorus would repeat between sweet kisses and whispered vows.

When the song concluded, we were pulled out of our bubble of two again to see the room going crazy. Even the eviscerating stares had morphed into quiet resignation. I knew exactly what Mama was doing...she was saving me a lot of trouble by showing the whole crowd in a single moment not to bother because the pair of us were off the market for good.

I felt Edward pull me to his side, nuzzling his nose into my hair to whisper in my ear, "Mama D is the world's most efficient flyswatter, huh?"

I nodded as I busted out laughing. I turned to face him again, stretching onto my toes and pulling him down to me again by his hair. I kissed him fiercely as the music morphed into some kind of steady beat that I soon recognize as a Lady Gaga song.

After a few minutes of kissing and just being lost in each other in a crowd of roiling bodies, we finally broke free, returning to our table to see all of our friends lost in their own couplehood. They all look up and exclaim how sweet or in the case of poor Edward, how pussy whipped we were, earning each of the boys a smack to the back of the head by their girls.

Edward and I just laughed. We settled back into our chair, slamming drink after drink. After the alcohol started taking it's effect more completely, we began making out like two horny high schoolers, much to my very sober brother's chagrin.

Rosalie, being just shy of four months pregnant, could of course no longer drink, which meant my poor brother had to suffer right along with her. The amazing part was that he was the one to offer, in his attempt to make up for her suffering morning sickness. It sounded good two months ago, but sitting here sober on New Year's Eve while everyone else, including his lightweight baby sister, was totally snockered and enjoying themselves was making him regret the decision.

"Oh brother bear, stop moping and go dance with your wife, ya fucking dumbass!" I finally bellowed over the music because double shots of Rum and Long Island Iced teas had definitely once more stripped the filter.

The whole table cracked up.

I turned my inebriated self to my fiancé. "Don't you laugh, jackass. With the exception of Mama D's little antics, you have yet to fucking ask me to get my groove on with you either. I've been sitting here like a fucking moron, waiting. Wait! Why the hell do I think you have to ask me? Screw this! Come on love slave; come grind your cock into my ass!"

I stood up, surprisingly gracefully considering Bella plus alcohol typically meant the possibility of tripping while sitting absolutely still, much less in motion. I grabbed Edward's green tie that matched my dress and tugged him up with me. I laughed when I saw he was gaping at me open mouthed and yet in his eyes was deep dark desire.

He followed me like a puppy as I dragged him out by his tie to the middle of the dance floor, spun around, and slammed my back into his chest. I grabbed his arms, wrapping them around my waist, while grinding myself back on him for all I was worth. He moaned and soon I felt that I was no longer leading because he took over the rhythm, squeezing my hips to the beat of SOS by Rhianna.

I heard him in my ear as we practically created a vacuum between us, There was absolutely no air between us, just skin, cloth and more skin. His voice was husky and raw as he nibbled my earlobe and spoke slowly and enticingly.

"Isabella Cullen, you are so hot when you take charge like that. Do you even know what it does to me?" He bucked his hips into me to prove his point. "I asked Andy to sneak me a pair of handcuffs home, you know. They're in my underwear drawer. If you would maybe feel like using them tonight, I'll even volunteer to be the one in the cuffs."

I moaned loudly, not even caring if anyone around us was paying attention as I felt the teeny tiny underwear Alice made me wear grow damp. His hand smoothed around my body until the thumb of his right hand rubbed dangerously close to my boob while his other hand drifted down to rub my thigh.

Between the booze and the hormones, we really had lost our minds completely, which was obvious when my brother came barreling toward us with Jasper tugging on one arm and Rose on the other. By the time he got to us, the murderous gaze had dimmed to simple embarrassed anger.

"Okay, I know you two live together and shit and that you...are...intimate. I know you're engaged and all that shit, but holy fuck, you two! Rose and I are married and you don't see us practically fucking in the middle of the dance floor. You two need to chill out or I'm going to end up murdering both of you and the three dozen fucks getting hard watching you two put on a live sex show in the middle of Mama D's bar. Please, for the love of all that is holy, take a damn break already. Bells, please go to the bathroom with the girls and cool off, and Eddie, go jack it in the bathroom or something. Please, just give it a rest!"

I watched with wide eyes as my brother practically exploded in the middle of everything, gathering a large crowd of gawkers. I blushed puce, knowing that I needed the bathroom and fast.

Rose and Alice rushed behind me as Andrea followed shortly after. I barely made it into a stall before everything in my system came back up to revisit me. The plus side...long island iced teas don't taste quite as disgusting coming back up as other drinks do.

Alice led me to the sink and helped me wash my face and try to straighten back out the mess I had created of her masterpiece while Rose dashed out to get me a glass of water.

"Was Emmett just overreacting, or were we really that bad, Alice?"

She sighed and grabbed a brush out of her purse, combing through my hair and reminding me entirely too much of my mother in that moment.

"Emmett took it a little overboard, but you guys were getting pretty intense out there. It wasn't THAT bad, but you guys were definitely cutting loose with the sexual innuendo. It was drawing a bit of attention, but hell, the two of you bottled it all up so long and then went through that whole month of not being able to do anything after Edward was shot, it's a wonder you guys aren't like that 24/7!"

I buried my face in my hands and moaned in embarrassment just as Rose burst back into the room with a plastic cup of ice water and holding two Tylenol. I accept them wishing they had a Xanax chaser and give them both hugs thanking them for taking care of me. No, I would never really do that. It was very dangerous thing to even tease about, but I just really needed something to cut some of the tension I suddenly felt.

Fifteen minutes later, I emerged after brushing my teeth with Alice's emergency toiletry kit, feeling a bit more inhibited than I had before the embarrassing brawl and my upchuck episode.

I wasn't even completely through the doorway when I realized Edward was leaning against the wall by the door, looking completely abashed. When he realized it was me, he furrowed his brow and rushed to my side, wrapping me in his arms and asking if I was alright. I nodded and held him close. He started apologizing profusely as we made our way back to the table. I told him apologies weren't necessary, but he wouldn't accept that answer.

After about ten uncomfortable minutes, the group started to loosen up again. We still weren't back to good though until Black Eyed Peas Pump Itboomed through the speakers. Without a single word, we were all on the floor dancing as a group. This was one of those rare songs that we all agreed on. Usually at least one in the group wouldn't like a song for some reason or other, but this one we all just seemed to enjoy...or maybe it was just due to the really cool music video.

We danced in a cluster with the girls in the middle and our guys on the outside, keeping any unwanted grinders at bay. We went nuts jumping and yelling and shaking our asses off. It was fantastic and exactly what we needed.

The song then morphed into Buttons by the Pussycat Dolls. When Snoop began rapping, all of us girls facing toward the center exchanged a knowing look and spun toward our boys, leaning against one another as a group for leverage as we sang to our own guys. At that point, my brother wasn't paying shit to what Edward and I were up to because he was too busy being mesmerized by Rose.

My hands slid up my body and into my hair as I rocked against the girls behind me with my eyes locked on Edward's dark and dangerous gaze. He looked like he was on the verge of throwing me over his shoulder and taking me home. I had to admit, a big part of me wanted him to just do it.

Then Snoop began rapping again and we turned back to the center, whispering plans while we shimmied our asses at our boys, making them all drool. Plans were in place, so we turned back and slowly walked forward to each of our boys. We pushed them back through the crowd so that we were each in one of the four corners of the floor and couldn't see each other if we tried, taking advantage of being able to enjoy our time with our boys without having to stave off another Emmett meltdown.

Then the DJ started making me wonder if he had a multiple personality disorder or if he just liked manipulating the hormones on the floor, because the song faded and then turned into Nickelback Something In Your Mouth. I was so damn glad we separated the boys and made sure we were all out of each other's sight, because Edward totally lost it as he grabbed my ass and pulled me hard against him. He kissed me so hard that our teeth clanked and his tongue was on the verge of triggering my gag reflex.

He massaged my ass for a while before finally drifting up to my hips only to jam his leg between mine and started rubbing me against his leg in ways that were making my eyes pop out of my head. He rubbed his granite self against my hip. If we weren't in a room full of other people, I would have had absolutely no problems with this whatsoever. Even with the room full of people, he had me so close to falling over the edge, I was only barely registering my discomfort.

He moved his position slightly and suddenly I was gone. In the middle of a room full of hundreds of bodies, swaying to the raunchy words Chad Kroeger rasping through the air, I found myself shaking and moaning into Edward's chest. I felt him groan and freeze with his eyes closed.

Slowly, he finally opened them. I started to laugh when he yelled to me over the song, "What in the hell did Mama D spike our drinks with anyway? Holy Fuck, Bella!"

He moved away looking disgustedly at the front of his dress pants. He took my hand, pulling us toward the restrooms. I cackled at the fact that he was walking kind of funny thanks to the spunk in his pants, not to mention the nice big wet spot on his thigh from where he was grinding me on him. There was no way he'd ever be able to clean that off.

I watched, still laughing and shaking my head, as he disappeared into the bathroom. I followed his example shortly after, sliding into a stall in the ladies room to pee and do my best to clean myself up. Shortly after I entered the stall, I heard the other toilets flush. Two incredibly drunk women exited the stalls and met at the sink, yelling at each other, even though the bathrooms provided enough of a sound barrier that it really wasn't necessary.

I suppressed a chuckle, but my amusement quickly turned to ire as I heard them start in.

"Please, Edward Masen is not the marrying kind. It won't last. He'll be fucking around on her within a year."

"Tell me about it...once a player always a player and holy hell, can that man play!"

"I wonder if she's knocked up or something. I mean she's his best friend's little sister, if he knocked her up, then he'd have to marry her or the bear would totally kill him. That has to be what's going on."

"Or maybe she's blackmailing him...that has to be it! I mean Masen would never settle for a plain Jane like her otherwise. She must have some big dirt on him."

"I bet you fifty bucks I can get him to kiss me tonight, even though his precious fiancée is here."

"A hundred says I beat you!"

Sick of hearing the drunken sluts theorize and plot to try to kiss my fiancé, I finally decided it was time to step out of the stall. I walked up between them to use the empty sink with the wide smile of a very satisfied, freshly dry fucked girl. I washed my hands quietly, drying them on the towels, before heading for the door. I turned when I had the handle in my hand.

"For the record ladies, the man was only a player because when he first met me, I was jailbait. He's been in love with me for years and just used skanks like you to tide him over until he finally got what he really wanted all along. Oh, and if either one of you bitches try to stick your nasty ass tongues down my fiancé's throat, I will kick your asses and then cut off your tongues and shove them where the sun don't shine. Comprende?"

They both watched, wide eyed, as they swayed a bit in front of their sinks. I smiled brightly and opened the door to walk straight into the chest of a smirking, cocky Edward.

"Good job, baby. I love that you are so fucking violent when it comes to the barflies!"

I laughed and wrapped my arms around his waist as he bent down to kiss me. The door opened behind me, but the skanks were stuck since we were still blocking the doorway while we made out. Edward smiled against my lips and reached down to grab my ass, pulling me roughly to him, grinding himself into me.

"Wanna go for round two? I could always go request Animals."

I smacked his chest and laughed. He smiled at me before looking over my shoulder at the ladies waiting to be let out.

"Oh, sorry ladies, I get so wrapped up in my fuck hot fiancée that I lose my manners. Please, let us go hump against the wall over there so you can actually escape the bathroom."

With that, he grabbed me by the wrist and spun me against the far wall, pinning me and grinding against me, while he kissed me hard. My hands danced up his arms to his hair. When we broke free, we were both panting.

"I don't know what Mama put in those drinks, but I'm going to have to ask her for the prescription. You are hot as hell like this!"

He smirked and grabbed my hand, pulling me back out to the dance floor where we found the group had re-congregated, all having that same satisfied expression we had. Perhaps it wasn't the drinks, but rather just the power of Pussycat Dolls and Nickelback.

We danced the rest of the night away, toasting the New Year together as always. For the first time ever, I actually had someone to kiss at midnight. Edward held me in his arms as we stood forehead to forehead during the countdown. We counted to each other, gazing lovingly into each other's slightly glassy, inebriated eyes. I might have been tipsy, but I knew I would always remember that moment as we counted together.

When everyone else yelled Happy New Year, Edward leaned down and captured my lips with his in the sweetest kiss I could ever imagine. It was full of love, hope, and faith in our future. When we broke free, he whispered "Happy New Year." I smiled and said it back quietly. For the first time in a very long time, I believed that it might just be a HAPPY new year after all.

Okay guys, what did you think of this one? I know it was just a wee bit intense, but it was fun to write. I was such a goody two shoes when I was younger; I swear I'm sowing all the wild oats I never got to through my stories. I never would have done something like that in public at least, but I have fun living vicariously through Bella!