a/n: BELZO! Guess what today is??
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BPOV
He left me.
I walked back out to talk to him about... fuck, everything and he was gone. I went up to the room and no Edward there either. He was fucking gone.
Times got tough and he walked away. I guess he wasn't ready to face everything. Whatever. I was so livid... not a message at the front desk, not a text message. In the spaces where I wasn't seething with anger I was worried.
But fuck him.
But dammit I was worried. I sat in the lobby, my head in my hands for what felt like hours.
My body started aching from all the activity during the day and severe lack of painkillers so I made my way back up to the room. I didn't even bother changing as I fell onto the bed and sank into the mattress.
He was an asshole and had run. Edward had done the one thing he promised he never would.
He left.
I couldn't sleep without him. I was restless and even after taking extra strength ibproufin I was still sore. After grabbing the blanket off the bed, I curled up on the couch, channel surfing in the dark. Around midnight the door creaked open slowly, but I wasn't sure how to act or what to say, so I waited. He left. He could talk first.
He walked over slowly towards the TV. His shoulders were slumped and his posture indicated he was nothing short of exhausted. He stood there staring at the TV as he began unbuttoning his shirt, making no motion of acknowledging my presence. Once he had shrugged out of his shirt he flipped the TV off and turned towards the sliding doors.
"Um, helllllo I'm not invisible. I was watching that." I snapped turning to look in the direction his eyes were focused on.
He spun around, looking me in the eyes before bending town to flip the TV back on. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you." He added condescendingly, "In the dark." He didn't wait for a response, and instead turned on his heels to walk to the bathroom.
"Do you want your ring back?" I shouted through a cracked voice. "There's a Tiffany's here. I'm sure they'll accept it."
"Why would I want it back? Why would you even think that?" He asked softly, sounding completely baffled.
"You left. No note. No text. No waiting for me. You. Left. Me." I said, feeling the anger and sadness come back full throttle.
He took a deep breath, running his fingers through his static hair. "I went for a walk. You went for a walk. I can't walk?"
"I told you I was going. You, just... left." I said feeling my shoulders fall as my voice trailed off.
"I would never... leave you, Bella. You know that."
"No, no I don't know that." I said, pulling my knees up to my chest. "After today... it feels a lot like 4th of July."
He moved in front of where I was now sitting up straight. He knelt down and looked up at me."You do know that. I've told you that, and you shouldn't feel like that. Bella... it's nothing. All of it is nothing."
"To you it's nothing." I mumbled. I felt so small, so... insignificant. And I never thought the man in front of me would lead me to feel it.
"Then talk to me." He whispered, his eyes pleading me to open up.
"Edward, do you know how much it hurt to hear that you told me you were in love with me and then flew home and had sex with Tanya?" I asked looking at him through teary eyes. Don't cry Bella. Don't fucking do it. You did it enough on your walk. Not now. Just... stop.
He ran his hand through his hair again, taking a deep exhale before speaking. "I didn't want it. You have to know that, and I regretted it every day."
I couldn't help it; he was my magnet. I leaned forward brushing his hair from his eyes. "I know. And I'm not upset.. I don't even know why I'm upset. I mean... you two were together. I guess, I just feel like it tarnishes what that time meant to us." I admitted sadly.
"I understand it. I'd be the same way if it had been you... but Bella, I can't take it back. It was only that one time, I swear. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay." I sighed. "It just... and then you left." I closed my eyes swallowing back tears. "Edward you can't leave me."
He parted my knees, moved to kneel between them and pulling my face down so we were eye level. "I'm not leaving. You know I won't leave. Never."
"And my brother?" I asked hesitantly.
"He called me from your phone the night you left the studio. I called you a million times, and he called back because he didn't know who I was."
"Oh, and?" I pushed. I needed to know more.
He shook his head dismissively. "Nothing. That was it. He told me how you were and asked me to come check on you after he left."
"... So that's the only reason you came over that night?" I said feeling like I'd just been stabbed in the gut.
"No, of course not." He replied, moving his head side to side. "I would've come anyway, he just told me when he was leaving so you wouldn't be alone."
"You sure?"
His face was set and his eyes focused on me as he nodded. "Positive. I love you Bella. I love you. It's one thing if you don't want me, but I always want you."
"Why didn't you tell me you were leaving? I was worried..."
"Because you walked away."
"...To go tell my mom to forget about dinner. I was coming right back."
He shrugged and stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. "How was I supposed to know you were coming back? You said you couldn't deal with this and walked away."
"I dunno." I sighed, leaning back. I shut my eyes; I was so... all over the place. I couldn't even figure it out in my own head.
"I'm going to get in the shower. If you want me to leave, then go in the bedroom and shut the door. I'll figure something out." He stated with a sigh as he stood up and I heard him walk back to the bathroom.
I sighed not opening my eyes til I heard the shower running. I couldn't be without him. I stripped down as I made my way towards the bathroom. I pushed open the door and opened the shower door stepping in and wrapping my arms around him from behind, kissing his shoulder blade.
"Hi." He mumbled, his voice unsteady.
"I never want you to leave." I whispered against his wet skin. "You're my forever and I'm your almost-wife." I replied, pressing my forehead into his back and running my fingers up and down his flat stomach.
He turned around, snaking his arms around my waist. "You're my wife. You will be. It's not right unless it's you." He whispered, his voice still shakey.
"I hope so."
He looked at me, waiting a beat before speaking again. "I love you. Why... why'd you get so mad earlier?"
"I was mad about Tanya... and then when you left. Edward, I was so scared that you left left. I was pissed at myself and hurt and upset and god... Edward I was jealous of Tanya before, when I shouldn't have been. It's just... I only want me to touch you like that, I only want you to touch me like that. I only want you to love me, and I want my love to be the only love you need."
"You are the only one I need. I didn't want to be there, I promise. I wanted to be anywhere but there." He choked out.
My heart broke at his reddened eyes and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling myself up to him tightly. His arms wound around my waist as he pulled me further against him. "We have to be together Edward. We have to be honest, okay? All the time. I love you, so much. I want to be your wife more than anything. I want you to want everything that implies as much as I do. None of it means anything if I don't have it with you." I said, squeezing my arms as I pushed my face into his temple.
"I don't want it with anyone but you." He panted quietly against my damp skin.
"I love you. I love you. I love you." I repeated quietly in his ear. "I'm yours and I love you."
He lifted his head slightly, pushing his temple against mine. "I love you too. Only you. Only ever you." He stated just as softly.
We showered slowly. I washed his hair and soaped him up and he rewashed my hair and slid the soap along my skin. Once we had rinsed off, I stepped out first, grabbing a towel and patting him dry. His eyes still reflected sadness and I wanted to kick myself for putting it there. I wrapped the towel around his hips and his hand immediately went to my waist lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms gripped his neck as we walked silently into the bedroom. He leaned us down on the bed, and nuzzled my nose with his. I brushed my lips against his and his mouth swiped back against mine.
"I'm sorry." I whispered as he looked down at me as if search for the answer to the meaning of life.
He sounded gutted as he spoke. "I should be apologizing to you. But, you know I don't think those things, right? I just... it sucked watching you go through that once when it didn't happen." He took a deep breath before continuing. "That was the worst part; watching what it did to you."
"I don't want us to try and have a baby now Edward. I don't want every time we have sex for that to be on our minds. I just want to love you, and be free to make love to you without worrying about any of it. I just want it to be us."
"And it is. But that's what I think of. It's always you and me, though. I somehow end up thinking about hurting you." He replied, holding me even closer against his bare skin.
"Don't. Just think about... us. It's you and me, like you said." I said, cupping his jaw. "Just... make love to me and don't think about anything but us."
"I can't not think about you." He admitted, smiling sadly.
"Then don't think about the hurt, just think about... how much I love you." I replied, kissing him softly. "How you're the love of my life." I said kissing his cheek. "How much I need you, every minute of every day." My lips continued to descend down his jaw.
His voice stung with melancholy as he mumbled, "I won't make it without you."
"You won't have to, so don't think about it." I replied leaning up to kiss his forehead.
He closed his eyes and shook his head as if trying to erase it from memory. "I don't want to."
"Edward?" I whispered.
"Hm?"
"Kiss me."
He complied quickly, brushing his lips to mine in a chaste kiss. "Always."
"And... don't stop." I continued hesitantly, running my hands up and down his back.
He shook his head again, still not opening his eyes. "Never." He whispered, going back in and kissing me with a bit more gusto.
My hands slid down as we kissed and I pulled his towel away, bending my knees up on either side of his hips. "Edward," I panted, pulling my head back as my fingers found their way into his hair.
He blinked, his eyes opening as he peered down at me. "Baby?"
"Please, no condom tonight."
He nodded, repeating my words. "No condom."
My right hand slid from his hair down to his jaw and I kissed him feverishly; like that first night at the docks. And I knew then, I knew even then standing at the docks wrapped up in his coat that he was my everything. Even only knowing that he preferred red wine to white, that he thoughts the smurfs were racist and he smelled amazing... even then he was my heart.
I felt his hand slid down along my bare thigh hitching it up as he slid into me slowly. I moaned into his mouth as our tongues mingled and I felt his shaft stretch me. That was another great thing about us; we always fit, perfectly. I moved my lips from his panting in his ear. "Edward, you were made for me. I... I was made for you. I love you. I love only you." He grunted and began moving in and out of me in slow, torturous strokes. "Harder." I begged, as my hips rocked against his. His mouth latched onto mine again and his breath came out in hot bursts through his nose as he drilled into me.
We changed positions constantly, neither one of us ready for us to end the apology. There was so much to say sorry for. We made love, and that's truly what it felt like, for hours. I was sore and we were both slick and dripping with sweat but we weren't done. We weren't ready to stop with our requiems. He gripped both my hands as I rolled onto my stomach and arched my back in a downward slope as he pounded into me. His lips kissed their way down my spine. He was panting so hard he was practically wheezing as he rested his forehead on my back. "I love you. I need you. I need you." He chanted, sounding as if he were almost on the verge of tears. I pulled away, turning around and sitting up. He leaned back on his heels and I sat up, sinking down onto him. Our eyes were locked, our faces flushed and dripping. My mouth sought out his as if he were the sole entity who could give life.
He had helped to restore mine. And he would help in giving any of our children, theirs. One of his hands pressed firmly against my lower back, pushing me closer to his chest while his other gripped my hip, helping to set the pace. I was breathless and tore my lips from his and trailed down my neck. "I'm yours. I'm yours. I love you, always." I sputtered out. His fingers danced along my hip, finally finding my swollen clit and rubbing it. "Please Bella." He breathed, kissing my shoulder. "Please give me everything." And I knew he meant more than just my cum, or an orgasm... but it didn't stop me from letting go and giving him both. I arched my back pressing my breasts into him and letting his name fall like rain from my lips. I ground my sopping wet pussy against his lap as it clenched around him and he gave me all he had left.
We sat there for awhile, trying to catch our breaths, our eyes shut and completely wrapped up in each other.
Nothing could break us.
We were too strong.
We loved each other too much.
I could only hope those were more than just famous last words.
We had to make it; I couldn't live without him anymore.
EPOV
I woke up the next morning curled around Bella and sore everywhere.
I needed her.
That's what I found out. I needed her more than I was willing to admit to myself. I simply wouldn't survive without her. I couldn't. I didn't know how. I got up and took another shower, since last night had left me with a thin film of sweat all over my body. Bella hopped in about half way through and reminded me that she was having breakfast with her mom. I kissed her good bye and started getting my things together to go home.
Home.
With Bella.
I couldn't wait. It was everything I'd ever wanted.
A little while later, I met Bella and Dennis outside and we got into the car to head to JFK.
"Are you excited?" I asked, wrapping my arms around Bella and kissing her forehead.
"Mhm." She leaned into me, a small smile playing on her perfect lips. "We never figured out logistics though."
"Of?"
"Are you moving in with me? Am I moving into the studio? Are we getting a cat or a dog?" She asked, kissing the corner of my jaw lightly.
"Whichever and a cat."
"Oh, and I wanted to let you know I checked my voice mail again, before I left to meet my mom."
"Oh?" This didn't sound good.
"James might be at the airport." She said with a sigh. "I wanted to forewarn you, just in case."
I tensed behind her. "Why? I thought you said..." After that... after last night, could it be that--
"We did. He's having a hard time accepting it. He left me about a dozen messages while I've been gone."
"Oh." I murmured. I was relived, but at the same time wary. Who knows what we'd have to deal with.
Dennis pulled up to the airport and helped me get the bags out before giving Bella a hug good bye. I shook his hand and we headed in to check in and get situated. We got onto the plane almost instantly and took off a short while later. I put my head on Bella's shoulder and shut my eyes. "I think we should move into your place."
"Okay." Bella said, kissing my forehead lightly. "There's always the third option of us looking for our own house, but I like you at my place. It feels like you were meant to be there, you know?"
I nodded, nuzzling her neck. "I like being there."
Her head fell on top of my and she let out a small laugh. "How much of our wedding do you think Alice has planned by now?"
I laughed, "Honestly? All of it. All you'll have to do is hop in the dress."
"Mm, does that mean I get to marry you this weeked and be your wife by Sunday dinner?" I felt Bella's face nuzzling against my hair, then her lips pressing a kiss into my head.
"If Alice has anything to say about it." I murmured. "We could do it in Seattle. Just go down there and do it."
"This sounds kind of silly but I kind of want a wedding." She hesitated slightly, before continuing. "I mean this is the only time I'm ever getting married... I kind of want a white dress and a cake and my dad walking me down the aisle. Definitely small and nothing over the top. But a little something. Maybe at the summer house?"
I laughed. "It doesn't sound small when you say summer house, but yeah, I get it. Sounds good."
She twisted her ring around her finger, holding it up to watch it sparkle in the light. "You really did pick out the perfect ring."
My eyes flicked down to her hands. "I'm just glad you liked it. I was expecting to have to go back."
I felt her head shaking against mine. "No, it's beautiful. I love it." She said, pulling away to lift the arm rest from between us. "I want you to know the minute the seatbelt sign goes off I'm crawling into your lap until they tell me to move."
I laughed and lifted my head to kiss her forehead. "Screw that. Get over here."
She laughed back at me, unbuckling her seatbelt and crawling into my lap, her head finding my shoulder again. "So where do you stand on joining the mile high club?"
I let out a puff of a laugh. "I'm all for it. How are you not sore, though? I was sure that after last night there was no way you'd be up for it."
"I'm sore, but doesn't it still count if I suck you off?"
I looked over at her. "Yeah?"
"Well then..." She murmured, her lips gliding smoothly over my neck. "let me taste you before we land."
I leaned my head into hers and my eyes fell closed. "Okay."
I could feel her grinning against my skin as she places wet kisses along my collarbone. "We don't have to, just because I like it when you stuff yourself in my mouth. We can... not do it, if you'd rather we sit here."
"No... the stuffing." I said. "I like the stuffing." I was getting hard just thinking about it.
"I'll meet you in the back bathroom in 2 minutes." And with that, she was gone.
I didn't wait though. I followed Bella almost immediately and pushed her into the bathroom and up against the wall, smashing her lips to mine. I pulled away breathlessly and kissed down her neck. "You can't... leave me hard all the time."
"And why not, if I fully plan on relieving you?"
I laughed into her skin, pulling her hips closer. "Tell me, Bella."
"Tell you what?" She asked softly.
I lifted my head back up before brushing my lips over hers. "Tell me what you want."
"You." Her breath was coming out in hot pants against my lips and her hands were roaming through my hair.
I grinned against her. "Good." I pressed my lips feverishly to hers, not particularly caring that we might get caught or that we were being loud. I just needed to be with her. Nothing was more important that being with Bella.
She kissed her way down my body and all off a sudden she was on her knees in front of me. My eyes snapped shut and my breathing picked up as I felt the zipper on my jeans slide down, then Bella's fingers hooking in the elastic of my boxers and tugging them down. I opened my eyes a little and my cock was right in front of her lips. She licked them slowly, her hands gliding up my thighs, then one wrapped around my base. She looked up at me, a mischievous glint in her eye before wrapping her plump, swollen lips around my cock. I groaned and my eyes shut again as Bella sucked hard on my tip and her hand ran up and down my shaft in even strokes. She was so fucking wet and warm.
Slowly, I began to feel her mouth sliding farther and farther down on my shaft, until she was practically taking all of me in. My hand flew to her hair and I panted.
"Fuck, baby... you're... shit... I love when you have your mouth on my cock... guhhhhhhholy shit... Bella... Bellla..." I moaned, feeling my lips start to moved faster in and out of her mouth. Bella hummed against me in acknowledgement while running her tongue over the bulging vein on the underside of my cock. I groaned again and pushed her farther. I was ready to pull out, but Bella just took a deep breath and sucked me in all the way. Fuckkkkkk. I could feel my head slip down her throat ,and it felt like she was trying to swallow me whole. Best thing in the entire world.
The hand that was on my hip moved to my ass and she started to push me further, making me fuck her mouth. I held back, trying not to gag her or anything, but I could feel myself getting ready to cum. "Shit... fuck... Bella... baby, I'm gonna... !" I wailed, shoving my cock even further down her throat as she gave my balls a sharp tug. I came just as I felt my cock getting squeezed, as she moaned against me. Whenever she did that, it made me feel like she liked doing this with me. That even though I just pushed my dick into her mouth, she still loved me.
Bella cleaned me up and put my cock back in my pants before standing , and wiping a little cum off of her lip. "That was hot you know."
She took my hand in hers, sucking my finger into her mouth, keeping her eyes trained on me the whole time. I could feel my cock trying to get hard as I watched her. "Glad you enjoyed yourself." She finally said, a proud smile gracing her lusciously perfect lips.
I laughed to myself and leaned in to kiss her. "I always do. Incase you hadn't noticed."
Her lips pressed back against mine and I could feel her smiling. "Nope, nooo idea."
A rumbling laugh rolled through me, and pulled her against my chest. "You're one of a kind. I'm glad."
She beamed up at me, and I was worried her face was going to explode with the sheer brilliance of her smile. "Love you." She replied, leaning up to kiss me again. "I'm going to wash up. I'll meet you back out there?" She asked, gesturing to the door.
Oh, right. The plane. "Yeah." I kissed her again. "Don't be too long."
She shook her head, her eyes slipping shut as she leaned back in for my lips. "I won't."
I went back out into the cabin and to our seats, where the flight attendant was giving me the eye. I kinda just looked around and slumped down into my seat. The last thing I needed right now was a friendly air person. Bella flopped into the seat beside me, and I curled into her a little. "Quick, grab my junk or something."
She leaned forward, whispering into my ear and chuckling lightly at me. "What?"
"The flight attendant. She's making googly eyes at me."
Her hands went up to my hair, running through it gently and I moaned at the feeling. Having got what I assumed was the proper response, her lips began to move down my neck once again. "You're mine."
I turned my head a little to smile at her. "Always." Then I leaned in and kissed her. It didn't matter who was staring or audibally huffing; all I cared about right then was that it really was Bella and I, and that we were really doing this. That was all I needed. For fucking ever.
She pulled back just enough so I could register the grin on her face before planting her lips back on mine, as if she were pouring herself into me. Nothing would ever top having this with Bella. Nothing would ever top this sense of...completeness whenever she was near me. I grinned against her lips and then kissed both cheeks. "I hope you never get tired of me. That would just... ruin everything."
"That's impossible. I belong to you and with you, forever." She said, kissing me quickly.
I nodded, hoping that that could be true. I needed that to be true. "I love you. No matter what, I love you."
She laughed quietly, "'No matter what' sounds like you're foreshadowing some apocolyptic event." Her lips moved to my cheek, then just beside my year. "You worry too much."
I leaned over and put my head on her shoulder. "I'm not." I hope. "I just want you to know."
She mumbled inherently into my scalp, then her lips pressed against the spot. "Ohhh here she comes again. Should I start dry humping you?"
I nodded against her shoulder. "Yeah. It'd also be good if you like... you wrote your name on my forehead."
She pulled herself into my lap, straddling me. "Do you think we'd get arrested if I fucked you right here, to stake my claim?" She whispered, her lips hovering above mine.
"No." I said, putting my head on her chest so I could hear her heart beat. "I'm all for it."
She laughed softly, her lips once again pressing into my hair. "Hey you okay? You seem kind of down."
"Yeah, I'm okay." I mumbled, pulling her closer. "You okay?"
She pushed her hips down into mine, nodding. "I'm ok."
I grunted and repositioned my ear over her heart. "That... was... a sexual advance, I think."
"I'm not sore anymore." She whispered.
I discreetly tried to nuzzle her breast. "Mmmmm... right now. But what about before you took your pills?" I thought for a second. "Back to the bathroom?"
She nodded, shifting herself off of my lap. "Thank god for 6 hour flights."
I laughed and watched her walk back down the aisle. My Bella. I waited another second before following her back there. Once I was inside I pulled her back into my arms. "I love you." I whispered, kissing her pulse point and breathing in her scent. Nothing calmed me or my mind the way she did.
"I love you too." She replied, wrapping her arms tightly around me. "I may not be able to wait for a real wedding. We may have to use your Seattle City Hall idea."
I nuzzled her neck a little. "I think that's an awesome idea. I want it to be us, you know? I mean, we can bring everybody else, but I want us there. Does that make sense?"
She gave me a good solid laugh. "It better be us. I'm not marrying your sister."
I shook my head. "I meant like... I don't feel like being an actor in Alice's play, you know?"
"Definitely. Just you and me." She cooed, smiling softly at me while her hand ran over my jaw.
I smiled, and kissed just under her chin. "Always you and me. No one else." Ever.
"No one." She repeated, her arms sliding over my shoulders and her lips raining kissing on my cheeks. "Only ever you."
"I'm sorry I'm not being all... sexy time right now."
She shook her head against me, grinning. "It's okay. We don't have to, if you'd rather not."
I shook my head and pulled away. "I always want to. I'm just... I'm being a mess right now. I'm sorry."
She pulled me back to her quickly, her fingers grazing over my temple. "You're not, but what's wrong? Are you sure you're okay?" She asked worriedly.
I sighed. I wanted to just... spit it out. Tell her while we were in the air, and she couldn't escape. But I couldn't. I was too much of a coward. "I dunno. I just don't feel right." I said instead. Fucking cop out.
Her palm fell flat against my forehead. "You feel okay. Maybe it's all this moving around and lack of sleep. We should go back and sit. You can sleep on me til we get to Salt Lake, okay?"
I smiled carefully at her and wrapped my arms around her again. "I don't deserve you. I so don't deserve you."
"Nonsense. You were made for me, just like I was made for you." She said, kissing me quickly then grinning. "There will never, in the history of all couples, be a couple as perfect for each other as we are."
I nodded, slowly and leaned my cheek on her head. "I love you." I didn't want to hurt her like this, but there didn't seem to be a way out. I didn't know what to do anymore. I couldn't lose her.
She pulled back, giving my hand a squeeze and tugging. "Come on, you need to rest."
"Okay." I said, and we walked out of the bathroom side by side. I didn't really care that we were probably getting a million and one dirty looks. I could have lost my girl in the last day and a half. I was a lucky ass hole, and I didn't care who knew it. We flopped back into our seats, and I leaned against the side of the plane. "What's the movie?"
"Baby Mama." She said, scrunching her nose, then rubbing my back a little. "Lean on me. I'm comfier than the side of an airplane."
I leaned over and put her arm over my shoulder, so that I was leaning against her chest. "You definitely are."
She held me tighter (or as tightly as she could) and kissed my forehead. "I still can't get over that you proposed."
I smiled against her and my eyes fell shut. "I did though. Look." I pointed to her finger.
"Mhm. And hopefully soon there will be another one that matches one on your finger." She said, taking my left hand and lacing my fingers with hers.
"Soon. When do you want to go?" Tomorrow? Was tomorrow too soon?
"Once we land? We could get the rings tonight and go get married first thing tomorrow morning?"
I grinned. "Yes, please."
"Good. While we're waiting in baggage claim, remind me to google what jewlers are open."
"Promise." I murmured into her breast. "We should do this more often."
A kiss to my hair. "Do what?"
I nuzzled her breast again. "This."
"What you using my boob as a pillow?" She asked with a laugh.
I did it again. "Mhm. It's comfy, despite how firm your tits are."
"You know, it's even better when I don't have a shirt or bra in the way."
I thought for a second. "I do not believe I have experienced this."
She puffed out another laugh against my hair. "We should try that tonight when we get home to our apartment."
I laughed, and settled against her again. "Definitely. I can't wait."
"Oh.. and tomorrow, if you want after the ceremony and the mindblowing post-vows fucking, we can start moving your stuff over?"
I nodded. "Yeah." Shit. "At some point I have to go back to the old house and collect my shit."
"Mmk." She whispered, relaxing agaisnt me. "Do you want me to come with you? Two cars are faster than one."
"Definitely. We'll go during the day or something? When do you have to be at work?"
"Mhm. My boss isn't expecting me til Monday so we have tonight, all day tomorrow and the weekend."
"Maybe tomorrow after we've throughly and completely consummated our marriage." Ehhhhhh. "Actually, no. I'll call her, and see if she's away this weekend. I definitely don't want to run into her on our wedding day."
She chuckled lightly against me. "Okay, whatever you prefer husband."
I grinned into her breast and kissed around where I thought her nipple might be. "I love you, Mrs. Cullen. I can't wait to make you mine forever."
I heard her heart begin to speed up as she arched herself ever so slightly into my touch. "You know what your mouth does to me. Unless you're feeling better enough to go back to the bathroom, I'm going to have to regretfully ask you to stop."
I sighed and settled for pushing my face into her soft flesh again. "Sorry, love. But don't rule it out; I still have... four hours and forty-five minutes."
She grinned, and I caught her legs rubbing together out of the corner of my eye. "I wouldn't even if you asked me to. Your wife has needs too."
I huffed. "This would be easier if we had a blanket."
"Or our own plane." She added.
I laughed and leaned up to kiss her. "Good point."
She met me half way, her lips pressing insistently against mine. "So have you decided where we're going on vacation yet?"
I pulled in a breath. "No. Ummm, we should go somewhere fun. France or something."
"Ohh south of France... all those beaches. Topless ones too." She said with a wink.
I grinned, then thought better of it. "No one gets to see my tits."
"Your tits, huh?" She asked, smirking as she arched an eyebrow.
I nodded against hers. "Yup. Don't make me find my sharpie and write my name on you."
"Ohh.. maybe a little uppercase, cursive 'E' right here" She offered, inching down the collar of her shirt to expose the top of her breast.
I leaned up and kissed the spot. "Yup. My tits."
She smiled and nodded decisively at me. "Does that mean you'll take over the breastfeeding the babies?"
I laughed a little. "Sure. Why not?"
"AWESOME!" Bella laughed. Nothing was better than making Bella laugh because it was in moments like that everything was right in my world.
I laughed back at her. "I love you because you're crazy."
"Funny," Kiss to the nose. "Because that's the number one reason I love you too."
I laughed. "We're just meant to be, love. Meant to fucking be."
"Of course."
"Bella?" I asked, wrapping my arms around her waist.
"Edward?" She mimicked.
"Are you comfortable?"
"Mhm. Very. Why?"
"Cause let's watch the movie and take a nap. Cool?"
"You sleep. I'm pretty wide awake. But sleep."
I relaxed against her. "You sure?"
"Mhm" She whispered, her fingers running soothingly through my hair.
"Okay." I said, and that was the last thing I remembered.
I couldn't lose Bella.
I wouldn't know what to do.
BPOV
The flight home felt like both the longest and shortest flight of my life, if that makes any sense. My my was racing with thoughts of James, if he would be there, along with ideas for the wedding.
I couldn't help but smile as I looked down at my left hand. It was real, all of it; Edward and I were getting married. I didn't sleep at all on the flight, but Edward remained passed out the remainder of the trip home, only stirring once or twice to push his face further into me.
Edward began fidgeting when the Pilot announced we'd be landing in 10 minutes. "Edward." I whispered, kissing his temple.
"Hmm?" He groaned, not opening his eyes.
"We're about to land, you have to put your seatbelt on."
He sniffed and sat up, clearing the sleep from his eyes. "Okay." He yawned once before buckling up and reaching out his arm. "Hold my hand, please."
I grabbed his hand, holding it tightly and smiling over at him. "What do you say, an hour, hour and a half tops before we have our wedding bands?"
"Definitely." He agreed, nodding confidently.
We continued to glance at each other, grinning like dopes as we made our descent and landed. We taxied on the runway for a bit before finally pulling up to our gate.
"We're home Mr. Cullen." I replied as the cabin lights flickered on and the hustle and bustle began between passengers.
He leaned over kissing the spot just below my ear and whispering, "I'm always home when I'm with you."
I grinned turning my head to kiss him on the lips. "Cheeseball." I murmured before kissing him again. "But I love it."
He smirked leaning back in for my lips. "You better." He stated before closing the short distance and kissing me again. I would never get enough of this man.
"You still owe me a true mile high club adventure, by the way." I replied, reaching down to pull my carry on from under the seat in front of me.
He chuckled, smirking over in my direction. "I think we have time, Mrs. Cullen."
"Just making sure you're aware." I grinned back at him as we filed off the plane. "I love how we leave New York at it's 85, and it's 55 back in Seattle." I laughed as we walked hand in hand through the terminal towards baggage claim.
"Mhm. That's what we get for living at a high latitude. Do you know which thing we have to go to?"
"Mmm.. no but we can look at the screen thing once we get down there." I said leaning into him.
"Okay. Straight to the store?"
"Definitely. I didn't realize we'd be getting in so early. It's only 3."
He pulsed his hand in mine and smiled. "Awesome. That means we can grab dinner on the way home."
"After the rings, right?" I asked as we stepped on the escalator going down towards baggage claim.
"Of course. I'm gonna do 115 just to get over there."
I laughed shaking my head as we stepped off the automated stairs.
"BELS!!!!!!!!!!" I heard a familiar voice shout as we walked towards the monitors.
I turned to where the voice had come from and my blood ran cold. I tightened my hand around Edward's as I tried to steady my breathing.
He jogged over to where were were standing, looking from me to Edward and back again.
"Bels, who is this guy?"
Before I could sensor myself, my mouth spat out. "James, this is my fiancee - Edward."