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EPOV

How the fuck do you respond to that? I didn't have a clue. I pulled her into my chest and kissed the top of her head. "Brad and Jen or Brad and Angelina?"

She laughed into my chest and placed a quick kiss on my collar bone "Team Jen. Angie's a hoe for being the other wo--" She stopped herself short and I held my breath. "I liked Friends better than Tomb Raider. Vanilla or Chocolate?"

I squeezed her tighter and kissed her again. "Chocolate. Paris or Nicole?"

She turned to look up at me. "Do you have a subscription to the Enquirer I should know about before I agree to any of this?" She asked with a grin.

I laughed and rolled my eyes. "All of my current pop culture knowledge is the product of my sister. Beatles or Stones?"

She snuggled back into my chest before responding. "Beatles. Doing laundry or Doing dishes?"

"Laundry, obviously. Sex without love or love without sex?"

"Love without sex." She turned to look up at me."Especially if it's our kind."

I laughed, "What other kind is there?"

"The crappy kind."

I sighed, nodding. "We've had too much of the crappy kind, huh?"

"I don't want to think about the time before I loved you. It's insignificant."

I looked at her. "It is?"

She crawled into my lap and put her head on my shoulder. "Mhm. It's like my life was a fuzzy black and white movie and then I met you and you turned my world into technicolor. I love that about you, how just being near you makes my life instantly better."

I laughed, rolling my eyes a little and running my hand over her back. "Bella, I don't think you realize that you've done the exact same thing for me. My life is nothing without you in it."

She thought for a second before pulling my hand into her lap and playing with my fingers. "I think we should let Alice plan our wedding."

I rested my head on top of hers. "Are you prepared for that? I mean, do you fully understand what that entails?"

"I'm sure it'll be fine as long as we're both there to simmer her down when necessary."

I shook my head against her skin. "Love, you don't understand. Alice has two settings: high and higher. Simmer isn't in her vocabulary."

"Well maybe we can get her down to medium-high. I want to be able to enjoy planning some of our wedding together."

I sighed again, kissing up her neck. "I hope I even get to see you. Alice will be going ape shit over this."

"You better be there. I'll need your opinion on things."

I pulled my face from her neck. "That's what you think. This hasn't even started yet, and Alice is already planning. Love, I'm not even sure you'll get a say."

"I'll talk to her. I want this to be our wedding. Not Alice's wedding with us as the stars."

"I love you, Bella."

"Love you too."

I sighed, kissing her softly. I suppose that if I had that, I could make it through anything. Even Alice planning my wedding.

BPOV

"So what's Rose like? I didn't really see her much at the BBQ."

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "Rose? She's intimidating, blonde, but sweet as pie once she decides she likes you."

I nodded against his shoulder, feeling his other arm squeeze me tighter. "Are her and Alice close?"

"Close-ish. They get along, but Alice is closer to you than Rose. I've never seen her so excited about anyone except Jasper."

I smiled against him. "She's really fun. Maybe the four of us could go out again to celebrate once we're back home?"

His lips pressed against my forehead softly. "Okay, Love." I sighed, adjusting myself against him and tensing slightly as the residual soreness ran through my body. "Where did you say the Tylenol was?"

He lifted me gently off his lap and onto the cushion beside him, walking down the hall and coming back a few minutes with a few pills in his hand. "Can you handle all four?" I shook my head and grabbed two from his palm and went to reach for the glass of water on the coffee table. I winced again at the strain I felt and Edward grabbed the water handing it to me as I leaned back against the sofa. I downed the pills and smiled up at him. "Thanks. Hopefully these two will do the job."

He dropped the extra two in his hand on the coffee table and peered down at me. "Okay. You want me to take you to back to bed?" I looked up at him and tugged on his wrist. "Not really. Can we just lay down here?"

He twisted his lips, mulling it over for a moment before answering. "You should probably sleep though."

"I can sleep here." I argued, jutting my bottom lip out, pouting and looked at him through my eyelashes.

He sighed and rounded the corner of the sofa walking towards the bedroom. "You have to lie down. It won't work, otherwise." He shouted to me as he walked through the french doors into the bedroom area.

I sat up a bit more, and slowly moved to stand. "Edward I'm not a complete invalid, I don't need to sleep all the time. You said it yourself, the doc said it was only bruising; I hardly think that translates to 'never leave the bed'."

He nodded, seeming to agree. "Right. So lie down, and I'll put the blanket over you."

"Edward..." I said half pleadingly half sternly. "This isn't necessary."

"I know." He grinned in a tight lipped half smile.

I was completely confused. Maybe the Tylenol kicked in faster than I thought? "So why do I need to lay down then?"

"Because you got hit by a car and you need to heal." He chuckled, as if the answer was clear as day.

"But it's only bruising. I'm fine." I retorted, completely exasperated at this back and forth. "Can't we go outside? Maybe fresh air would help me heal faster."

His eyebrows shot quickly into his hairline. "Bella, can you even walk?" He asked making it sound like a rhetorical question.

"Yes," I snipped back. "Just... slowly."

He stretched out his arms, cocking his head to the side. "Or I could carry you?"

I felt my face soften and I walked right into his arms, wrapping mine around him in as tight of a hug as I could. "No, no. I can walk. But I appreciate the offer." I murmured, placing a kiss to the side of his neck.

He pushed his face into my shoulder, rubbing his cheek stubble against my neck, murmuring "That's my job, Mrs. Cullen."

I couldn't help the gigantic smile the spread over my lips at the sound of him calling me his Mrs. "Okay, a compromise. If I do as you say and lay in bed resting all day, can we go outside and go for a walk tomorrow?"

He nodded against me, squeezing me tighter. "Mhm."

"Okay, then I'll take up your offer of being carried... to bed." I replied, laughing softly against his skin.

He scooped me up as if I weighed less than a plate of lettuce and carried me towards the bedroom, laying me over the covers and pointing. "Under. Do you want the TV?"

I shook my head, tugging on his arm. "No, just you."

"Me, what?" He asked, smiling.

"You. I just want you." I said, pouting as I patted the spot next to me, feeling my eyes start to get a little heavy as I crawled under the blankets.

He moved around the foot of the bed and laid down beside me, over the blankets. "You have me, love. You always have me." He whispered, moving to wrap his arms around me and position my head against his shoulder.

I nuzzled his collar bone with my cheek and wrapped one arm around his chest as tightly as I could. "Favorite kind of sandwich?"

His fingers traced lightly over my back, drawing patterns. "Turkey. Cary Grant or Clark Gable?"

"Cary Grant. Still water or sparkling?"

He laughed against me, placing a kiss on top of my head. "Tap? What's the option for tap? You should sleep, baby."

I laughed against him and shook my head. "No. I'm just really relaxed, I'm not tired yet." I let out a quiet yawn, cursing myself for the timing. "I promise I'll sleep when I'm tired."

"Okay, love. Hey, you never told me what kind of engagement gift you'd like." He stated, kissing my scalp again.

"Like I said, I thought the ring was the gift."

"And like I said, this is more of a thanks for agreeing to bear my children thing."

I laughed quietly against his shoulder and shook my head. "It's not a thanks for agreeing to be your wife and love you forever thing?"

"That's what the ring was for." He clarified, tilting his head so his cheek pressed into my hair.

"Isn't that what you're asking me about?"

"No, I'm buying you an engagement gift because you inadvertently agreed to bear my children. And I heard that that hurts, and that I'm the one who has to do that to you. I'd like to build up a credit, so that I'm never in the cold with you."

I laughed against him. "Just promise me we can have at least one child with your eyes and we can call it even."

"Maybe." He said, laughing quietly as his arms pulled me closer to his chest.

I felt my brain fighting to stay awake and I nuzzled my face into the curve of his neck, kissing his skin and letting my lips linger. "Should we do a big meet up with our parents and just get everyone together at once, or do a one parent each meet up?"

"My mom would love to meet your parents. She'd have a blast."

"She would?"

"Definitely. She loves meeting people."

I hummed against his neck and yawned once more before giving in and letting sleep take over.

EPOV

After I was sure that Bella was sound asleep, I put her back down on the pillow and headed into the living room to let her sleep. She needed to rest and I needed to stop hovering. I sat on the sofa, with the TV going softly and tapping my cell phone against my knee. I should call. It had been nagging me for a while. I should call. It was the right thing to do.

It rang twice. "Hey, little brother."

I shrunk into myself. "Hi Jasper."

He laughed into the phone, just like he used to do when we were little. "What's going on?"

I pushed my fingers into my thigh. "Nothing. I'm in New York--"

"With Bella, I know. Alice said you guys got engaged. Congratulations."

I furrowed my brow. "Really?"

"Yeah, dipshit. You did the right thing. You... came through in the end, I suppose."

I sighed, "Can you just try and be nicer to Bella? Please?"

His voice dropped, and I heard the door shut behind him. "It was never about Bella, and you know that. You did what you were supposed to do, and I'm glad you finally did."

"Are you still talking to her?"

It was his turn to sigh. "Less and less. I forgot how... exasperating she can be."

I nodded, "Yeah. It looks like we both did better, though."

I heard the door open again, "Yeah, Definitely. Bella's awesome, Edward. She's good for you, and I think you made the right choice."

I smiled, "Thanks. Kiss Max for me."

He laughed again, "Okay. We'll see you when you get back?"

"Yeah, sounds good."

I hung up and flung my phone onto the opposite end of the couch, and laid back. Evidently, everything could go your way after all.

BPOV

I woke up to the faint sound of the TV and the clicking of typing. I blindly reached out for Edward, but felt nothing but cold bed sheets. I groaned quietly; waking up without Edward was not fun. I sat up gingerly and let out a deep breath when I had hoisted myself up against the headboard. The soreness was nothing more than a dull ache, like when you have the flu; the main issue was the stiffness. I was definitely going to need another nap soon. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and slowly padded out to the living room, following the sounds.

"Mmm Edward?" I asked groggily, moving towards him and wrapping my arms around his neck from behind when I reached where he was perched on the sofa. He had my laptop opened and lowered his head to kiss my arm that was tucked under his chin.

"How're you feeling, love?"

"Better." I sighed, resting my chin on top of his head. "What're you doin?"

He sighed, shrugging. "Just checking my email, but they can wait. Are you hungry? Do you need anything?" He asked, sounding drained.

I shook my head against his. "No, but what time and date is it? All these sporadic naps have me confused."

"It's sunday, love and it's around seven. You were only really out for and hour and a half." He chuckled.

"Okay, good. I thought it was still Sunday." I replied somewhat in a daze. I had been sleeping far too much; it was starting to mess with my head. I let him lift me up and pull me onto his lap. "What've you been up to?"

"Not too much. Just watching TV and stuff, waiting for you to get up." He mumbled against my forehead, planting a firm kiss to my temple.

"Mmm. Well I'm up now." I replied, resting my head on his shoulder. "I know we said we weren't going to go out til tomorrow, but do you think we could just walk around the hotel? My body is stiff; I think it just needs to move around a bit."

"Yeah, let's go." He said, quickly lifting me up and helping me to stand without wobbling.

I laughed a little, limping a little towards the bedroom to slide on a pair of flats. "That took no convincing at all. Any chance we could leave the building?"

"mmm, Maybe, depends on what it's doing outside. It looked like rain earlier."

"Okay, maybe I can work with." I said, walking back out towards the hallway where he was waiting with the door open. His arm wrapped around my waist, flushing me against his side as we moved out towards the hall. We were walking up and around the big U of the hallway curve when I broke away, grabbing his hand and trying to carry all my weight by myself. Our pace slowed considerably but he didn't seem to mind. He pulsed his hand around mine a couple of times as we walked in comfortable silence. As we began to backtrack toward the elevators, I finally broke the silence.

"I'm thinking about calling my mom to tell her about us."

"Oh?"

"Yea. She and I don't really talk much; I'm not even sure how much I've told her about James and I. I want at least someone in my family to know and I know if I told Em or my dad before they had a chance to size you up themselves, you wouldn't stand a chance once you did meet them." The elevator dinged and we stepped inside. "My mom's kind of... odd, but she means well and she definitely wouldn't tell my dad or brother."

He shrugged apathetically. "Whatever you think is best, love."

"Would you be okay with that? I mean, there's a good chance if I tell her she's going to want to talk to you."

"I figured as much." He replied laughing lightly reaching for my hand.

We stepped out of the elevator and walked around the lobby, slowly meandering over towards the upscale bar/lounge on the ground floor. "Can we grab a drink?" I asked nodding over towards the darkened area.

He arched an eyebrow, looking at me questioningly. "Sure."

I smiled and led him inside towards a cozy table for two. A female waiter with slicked back hair in a tight french twist walked over to our table soon after. "Good evening. Are you here for dinner or drinks only?"

"Drinks, please. Jack and Coke. Bella?"

"Margarita on the rocks - no salt." I replied, glancing up at the waitress. She scribbled down the order and smiled at both of us. "Great, I'll get those right over." She spun on her heels and headed for the bar. Edward's hand reached over the table for mine, turning it over and playing with the underside of my fingers.

"This is... kind of like a date, right?" I grinned, looking into his vibrant green eyes. "Not even three dates and you've put a ring on my finger. I think that's a world record."

He laughed, shaking his head. "I think it's been more than three. We had the very first one, where we met, then your apartment... the next night, I believe?"

I quirked an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh, so you're counting the first time we met as one? Even though at the time it was supposed to be a completely un-date."

He grinned back, looking at me pointedly. "Well, we did have a meal. And I did pay for the both of us, so yeah, it counts. Then there was.... hmm....New York, part one? But we must've hand one before that."

The waitress brought over our drinks and left a drink menu on our table in case we wanted anything else. We each thanked her politely before I turned my attention back to him. "Oh, and my aparment doesn't count. That was more an extension of date #1, since evidently we're calling the un-date a date." I teased, sipping my margarita.

"No, the next night; when you made spaghetti and meatballs." He said, shaking his head and clarifying.

"Oh. That counts? Are we just counting every time we eat a meal and have sex then?" I said, laughing as I took another sip of my drink.

"Love, when haven't we had sex? It's like breathing. We fuck like monkeys." He laughed, looking at me as if challenging me to disagree.

"We've gone without... I think." I said, furrowing my brow trying to think of when. I smiled broadly. "Like when you were sick!"

His eyes immediately turned towards the bar, looking pained. "That week. With Ben."

"That too!" I said a bit too enthusiastically, squeezing his hand. "See, not always like monkeys." I tugged on his hand, and he glanced back towards me. "Though, I have to say that my favorite parts have been more of the good times we've had so far and that usually involves the great sex." I said, a playful grin spread across my face.

He turned back to look at me, his lips up in a half grin. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." I confirmed, nodding my head. "I really don't think you get how anti-sex I was before you. I mean, it was no big deal to go weeks or months. Frankly, I preferred it." I looked down at our hands and laced my fingers with his. "But you light my body on fire. I can't get enough of you." I admitted, my voice soft as I focused my eyes at our joined hands.

"Well, I love you Bella. And... it was the same for me. I'd never actually... felt wanted, the way you make me feel wanted." He smiled, pulsing his hand around mine. "It's nice."

I smiled shyly, biting my lower lip. I motioned with my other hand towards his drink. "Drink up."

He lifted his drink, tipping it towards me before taking a few big sips.

I laughed and sipped my margarita watching him, through the edge of my glass.

"What're you doing?"

"Nothing." I said with a smile as I put my glass down.

"Me either." He mimicked, smirking at me. The twinkle was back in his eye and I couldn't help but feel relieved.

I laughed a little and raised my hand towards the waitress signaling for her to bring another round. "So, does a spring wedding sound good or something sooner?"

"Sooner. What the fuck is the point of a long engagement?" He asked, polishing off his drink and grinning at me.

"Point. Christmas then? Or are we eloping in Vegas since it's closer to Seattle than New York is?" I teased, as the waitress set two fresh glasses between us.

His drink had barely been set on the table before he lifted it, tiping it towards me agian and downing it in one go. Wow, okay then. "Vegas works."

I laughed, swirling the skinny straw around in my new margarita not drinking it just yet. "So tell me something, anything... something completely and utterly random about Edward Cullen." I said leaning into the table towards him.

He glanced to the side, blinking quickly before turning his gaze back to me. "I didn't get head until I was 22."

My hand shot to my mouth and I laughed quietly. "What?!" I asked in utter disbelief. "But, you had been with Tanya for at least a year before then!" I said, shaking my head and sipping on my drink.

He nodded. "Yup. Second anniversary. It was my gift. She hated it, and honestly? Until I met you I wasn't a big fan either."

"And now?" I purred, grinning and leaning in closer to him.

"I fucking love it. I finally understand what my brother used to say about it. It's pretty fucking awesome, Bella, I wish you could feel it."

"I can." I giggled. "From the opposite end."

He shook his hand, raising his hand to stop me from interrupting. "No. I don't think you get it. It's like... like... Bella, pretend you have a dick okay? It's like having a dick and squeezing it in this warm, wet tube over and over. It's fucking amazing." He said seriously.

I laughed, and noticed the waitress walking over with another round. "Um, we didn't order these." I said, looking up at her. "Oh, they're on the house. I saw your ring - congratulations." She replied warmly. "I can take these back if you'd like." She added glancing from me to Edward.

"What do you think? Do you want another round?" I asked, shrugging my shoulders toward him.

He lifted his current drink making sure every drop was gone before reaching for the glass in the waitresses hand and downed half of it on the spot. "Thanks. That was peachy-keen."

I laughed, looking up at the waitress. "Really, thank you." She chuckled and nodded. "Sure thing." I turned back towards Edward. "So, anything else you'd like to fess up?" I replied, with a smirk, running my foot up and down his calf.

"I like the spot just under your tits best. Did you know you have a birthmark there? And that I have the same one?"

I laughed, shaking my head and sipping on my 2nd drink, not even daring to touch my third. "I did not know that."

"Yup, wanna see?" He asked, lifting his shirt up to his abdomen before I could respond.

"Maybe once we're upstairs." I paused to finish my second drink before looking up at him. "Do you wanna head out of here?" I asked looking down to his half finished 3rd drink.

He slumped down in his seat and pouted. "Why? We're good. Bella, make them play baseball."

"Where?" I asked turning around to look for a TV.

"I dunno. I just want it. Aren't they playing tonight? Bella, watch baseball with me tonight. No Bravo. Pretend Bravo doesn't exist."

I smiled and moved to stand, walking over to his side of the table and stretching out my hand. "Okay, let's go see which games are on."

He took my hand without hesitation, shaking his head and still looking around the room - I assumed in search of a TV. "But it should be here, Bella. What kind of bar doesn't have a TV? Does that make sense to you? And still, no Bravo."

"I promise no Bravo, only ESPN." I said sliding his arm around me as he stood up, leaning against me a bit too much and making me wobble. Once I'd steadied us I turned to the waitress shouting our room number and she gave a quick nod in confirmation before we slowly made our way to the elevators. "Did I ever tell you my step-dad plays professional baseball?" I asked, after I'd pushed the UP button.

"Did I ever tell you that that's fucking awesome?"

We stepped into the vacant elevator and I hit our floor, watching the doors closed as we leaned against the wall. "Yea, he plays for Tampa. Remind me to ask my mom for tickets when we call her."

"Bella, I will build you a fucking post it fountain to remind you. I love you. Your eyes are brown. And did you know that there's a little yellow around your iris?" He asked, pulling away from me and plopping down to sit on the elevator floor.

I laughed, looking up at the elevator numbers as the ding went off signaling we had arrived. "Come on baby, this is us." I replied reaching out for him as the doors reopened.

He stood up quickly, wobbling a bit and leaning against the elevator wall before pushing off. "Bella, are we there yet? Did the room always be this far? Did you notice how the stripe in the wall paper matches the ceiling? Do you think they did that on purpose?" He asked as we walked down the silent hallway towards the room.

I laughed, wrapping my arm around him this time and nodding. "I think the room got further away and that the matching designs are all coincidental." We slowly made our way to our room and I reached into his back pocket grabbing the key and sliding it through the lock, pushing the door open. I slid my hand back into his back pocket replacing it and kissing his jaw. "We're home."

"Home home home homey home home home. Bella, it's like a song. Let's fill some condoms with water and throw them off the balcony." He suggested jogging over to the sliding glass doors that led to the terrace.

I shut the door, racing after him, laughing and pulling him back by his arm. "Let's watch baseball. If we fill the condoms, what are you going to wear to fuck me tomorrow?"

"Bareback. You want babies, remember?" He stated matter of factly. Before I knew what was happening he was turning around and cupping my face in his hands staring right into my eyes. "Fuck, you're hot."

I laughed, shaking my head and smiling up at him. "And you're drunk and wanted to wait to have babies. You wanted some selfish years before I loved anyone but you, remember?"

"I don't think you see how fucking hot you are." He continued, shaking his head and looking down. "Fuck, I'm an idiot."

I couldn't help but laugh again. "Why are you an idiot Edward?"

"Because I should have just fucking dumped Tanya that first night. I could have had so much more of this if I had only known. Fuck, Bella, I love you." He said pushing his lips to mine. He tasted like rum and sugar.

I smiled kissing him back, and pulling away to shake my head. "Edward you're not an idiot for not dumping your significant other of 7 years for someone you just met." I grabbed his hand leading him over to the couch. "Plus, what does it matter if we get a lifetime of this from here on out?"

"Do you wanna see my birthmark?"

"Mhm." I replied turning to face him on the couch.

He struggled to pull his shirt off, getting it twisted and stuck at his collar before finally yanking it off. "fucking... thing... There." He said, looking down and pointing to the spot under his right nipple. Sure enough he was right, we did have a similar marking. "There. Yours matches. Well, yours is darker, but it's in whatever the nice name for your boob crack is."

"Cleavage?" I ventured, pulling off my shirt as well, wincing as I noticed the stiffness in my shoulder as I stretched my arms above my head. I unhitched my bra and tossed it onto the table. "I think yours is sexier."

His hand covered my breasts moving it out of the way and kissing where the brown dot was. "why?" He asked

"Cuz it's on you. And you are the sexiest person out there." I sighed as I felt his lips come into contact with my skin.

"I told you, you're hot. And I love you." He murmured, his lips not leaving my skin as his nose nuzzled the side of my breast.

"I love you too..." I trailed off feeling his tongue dart out as his mouth opened around my birthmark. "So, baseball?" I asked scooting back away from him. If I wasn't careful I'd be taking advantage of a drunk Edward and feel nothing but regret about it the next morning. I pulled the quilt that was draped over the sofa around my torso, smiling over at him.

"Do you know what I like best about our birthmark?" He asked, knitting his eyebrows together.

"What?"

"It's almost like. This is kind of stupid so don't laugh, Kay? It's almost like you and me got like... put together before we even knew each other. So I guess it's like telling us that we should be together. Because we match." He stated, the last part almost coming out as a question. His eyes darted from the me to the floor and back, as if he were anxious to how I'd take his idea.

He was too cute for his own good sometimes. I smiled, moving over him, wrapping our shoulders with the quilt and cupping his jaw with my hand. "That makes perfect sense to me." I murmured pressing my lips against his.

"You're warm" He whispered against the side of my mouth.

I nodded. "Do you want me to move? Am I too warm?"

"No." He said, pushing his head against my shoulder for emphasis. "I'm cold."

I wrapped my arms around him, rubbing his back with my hands. I kissed his temple, whispering against him. "Come on let's lay down on the couch okay? We can get under a bunch of blankets and snuggle to stay warm while watching baseball."

"Okay."

I shifted off of him, and went into the bedroom to get another blanket, stripping down my jeans so I'd be comfortable. I walked back over to Edward who was holding onto the remote for dear life. I leaned down and smiled, grabbing the remote as I changed it to ESPN and tossed the remote on the ground gently. I twisted my body, so I was facing him and covered us both with the thicker blanket from the bedroom. My arms wrapped around him as my legs moved to tangle between his. I looked up at him smiling sweetly. "I'm glad you asked me to marry you."

"I'm glad you said yes."

I nuzzled my forehead against the side of his neck, pulling myself impossibly closer against him so every part of us was touching the other. I rubbed my foot up and down his calf trying to get him warmer and hummed against his skin. "Who's playing?" I mumbled into his skin.

His hands roamed lazily across my back. "Yankees." He said, sounding distracted by the game.

"Mmm." I hummed against his neck. Unable to resist, I began sucking lightly on the curve where his neck met his shoulder.

"Bella, if you wanna have sex you have to go get a condom."

I laughed against him. "Oh, so now you're sober enough where the bareback idea doesn't apply?" I retorted, grinning against him.

"I like us like this. I do. I think it's nice. A baby would be nice, too, but I dunno. I like the way it happened last time. I want it to be like the baby was actually created through love, and not just because we were 'trying for one'. That doesn't sound like fun to me." He stated seriously, planting a firm kiss against my skin.

"Who says we're trying now and I just don't like the way you feel inside me without a condom, better?" I whispered into his ear, nipping at his earlobe.

"No one, I guess."

I laughed a little and sighed against him, snuggling against him shutting my eyes. "We probably shouldn't, you've been drinking. I'd hate to take advantage of you."

He shrugged as if it didn't matter either way. "Love you."

"Love you too." I replied, yawning and curling as close to him as I could get.

This was real. This was happening. He and I were finally getting our happily ever after.