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BPOV - Chapter 39

"James, this is my fiancee - Edward." I had said it so seriously, so calmly. And that didn't really surprise me, after all if there was one thing I was sure of it was Edward and I. What took me aback was that I didn't find myself caring what James' response would be.

At all.

"Excuse me?"

I pulsed my hand in Edward's and looked directly at James. "My fiancee."

He chuckled a bit sadistically. "C'mon, Bels... you were gone a week and a half."

"I've been with Edward since May. That's how much you've noticed and been around."

"Isabella... you've been cheating on me?" He questioned, an edge of anger laced with disbelief in his tone. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Beside me I heard the faint sound of Edward growling under his breath. Nothing was fucking wrong with me and Edward needed to know I felt as much.

"Yea. Kinda tit for tat dontcha think?" I said, an edge of anger in my voice.

"Bullshit. Cut the crap and come home. Not like this one's any better." He retorted pointing at Edward.

I felt Edward stiffen beside me and once again, protective mode surged through me. "He's better in bed, at least he gets me off." I spat.

At this, I could practically see the smoke steaming from James' ears. "Bullshit. Let's just go the fuck home so I can consider forgiving you."

"Forgiving me? I don't want your fucking forgiveness. And what home are you referring to? We don't share a home. My apartment has never been, isn't now and won't ever be your home."

Seeing that the angry exboyfriend card wasn't going to be playable he pulled a 180; his voice dropping to a soothing almost sing-song decible. "Bella, Bellerina... please? Please?"

I sighed, gathering my bearings. It must be a lot; finding out not only had your ever-faithful girlfriend cheated, but cheated for months and was now engaged. "We're not going to my apartment but we can go somewhere and talk. I think our relationship should at least end with understanding, even if you never had it during the whole thing." I stated calmly but with a hint of sarcasm.

"Bella?" Edward asked, sounding completely befuddled.

"Okay... let's go." James said holding out his hand and completely disregarding the amazing man beside me.

I looked down at James' hand and scoffed. "You're fucking kidding. I'm not holding your hand." I replied bluntly before tugging Edward's hand. "We'll be just a sec James. I'll meet you outside." I said nodding over to the doors. He glared once more at Edward, staring him down before turning on his heels and moving to the doors.

"Edward, if you and are going to do this, there has to be closure for everyone. I need to talk to James and he needs to understand or else he'll just keep coming around."

He refused to meet my eyes, despite my attempts and his voice sounded completely broken. "I don't like this... I don't... It's not a good idea. I should come. Or you should go separately."

"Edward I'll be fine. James won't hurt me. He may yell at decibles that you can hear over a plane's jets but he won't do anything." I replied, moving my hand and lacing my arms around his waist. "It'll be ok. And I'll come home and we'll start planning your move into the apartment ok?"

"Bella..." He said, letting my name drop slowly off his lips. He sounded completely torn; as if he wasn't sure if he should fight me on this or let it go.

I moved one of my hands further up, cupping his jaw and turning slightly to see the ring on my left finger. "Edward I'm yours. I'm going to be your wife in November, if Alice hasn't already planned a wedding for this weekend." I stated, smiling and trying to lift the tension around us. "I want only you." I replied kissing him softly. "I love only you." Another kiss. "I was meant to be your bride, and nothing and no one will stop that from happening okay?"

"I'm only... a phone call away." He struggled to get out as he finally looked at me directly, a flash of pain passing through his emerald eyes.

"Edward this has to happen. He obviously needs closure and if that's all he needs is to hash this out in a big fight tonight then that's fine. I'm coming home to you." I paused lowering my head to meet his eyes. "You believe me right? That I'm coming home?"

"Yes." He nodded, and I could tell he was still trying not to fight me on this.

"Talk to me." I replied softly.

His body was rigid as he spoke. "I'm still worried for you. There's nothing you can say that will make me not worry until you come home to me." He confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

"And I am." I replied, running my hand through his hair. "I'll come home and kick off my shoes and start a load of our laundry and I'll wash your boxers for the first time and you'll laugh at me for giggling over it because it's going to make me feel like a wife. And then we'll order takeout because we'll be too tired to cook and we'll be a boring couple who watches TV while waiting for the pizza guy to come." I foreshadowed, grinning like an idiot at the thought of it all.

He nodded, pulling me tighter against him and burying his face in my shoulder. "Come home to me."

"Always. You are my home Edward." I replied kissing his neck softly. "I won't even be late; I promise."

I felt him sigh against me and kiss the curve of my neck gently as he mumbled against my skin, "Don't forget that I love you."

"I won't." I replied, kissing him again. "Pull out all the takeout menus so we can decide when I get home?" I asked, smiling a little as I pulled back a bit.

"Okay." He agreed, once again refusing to meet my gaze.

"Hey." I said, moving my head to meet his eyes again. "I love you. I'm coming home to you; there's nothing he could say that would change that."

He nodded. "I know." The green eyes I loved so much, finally met my own and he kissed my forehead. "Be safe."

"I will." I said, smiling sadly and kissing him. "I'll call you if there's a problem, okay?"

His lips moved to meet mine again quickly. "Yes, please do. I'll come for you. I love you." He finished, kissing me again.

I nodded and kissed him one last time. "Love you." My hand reached for his and I squeezed it before turning and walking over to where James was waiting.

Hopefully this would be a somewhat easy break. I couldn't wait to get home to Edward.

EPOV

I watched her walk from me, and to him.

I couldn't take it. I turned away before she got there. I couldn't watch her walk away with him. I didn't want to watch it happen. I went to the baggage claim instead and got our bags, my mind racing in a million fucking directions. I knew he knew who I was. I could fucking tell. He knew... he knew, and that's all there was to it. He'd probably tell her, and then I'd be screwed. So fucking screwed.

I drove quickly back to Bella's and threw our stuff into the foyer before I collapsed on the bed, rolling around in the sheets a little to soak up every bit of her scent that I could. I didn't know where we stood with each passing minute and it killed me. It hurt so bad. I was terrified and my mind was in a million and one places. I finally took a deep breath and pulled myself from the bed. I went to the bathroom and took a shower, throwing on clean boxers before I went to the kitchen and grabbed some water.

Then I waited for Bella.

And I waited.

And I waited.

Until Finally, she appeared. My head snapped up to her immediately, and I'm sure I looked like a deer in headlights. "Hello."

"Hey." She called, sounding defeated.

I leaned forward a little, watching her warily. "You okay?"

"Mhm." She sighed, running a hand through her hair as she kicked off her shoes. "It was just... I learned a lot more than I was anticipating."

My heart sunk to the pit of my stomach, and I felt like death. "Bella..." I started, but I couldn't find the words.

She walked over to me slowly, and I couldn't help but hold my breath. But then, she wrapped her arms around my waist and smiled up at me. "It... doesn't matter anymore. He and I are done. We're going to meet tomorrow - at neutral zone - to return each others' crap, but then that's it."

I was so confused. "Oh... oh. That's all? You're okay?"

She nodded, "Mhm. He said he'd been cheating on me since April with some girl who was hotter than a supermodel and engaged. But the way he said it got to me, I think."

I tensed around her. "Why? What do you mean?"

"The way he said it..." She reiterated, "I dunno maybe it's just me being tired and emotional over everything, but it sounded like he was messing around with someone I knew."

"Someone you know?" I repeated like a goddamn mynah bird.

"Yea, but I can't think of anyone I know that's engaged unless it's someone I work with..." She mused, leaning up to kiss the underside of my jaw. "Mmm, you smell good."

Ohhhh motherfucking shit. This was too close for comfort. Too fucking close. "Uhh, yeah... I showered." I replied, distractedly. What if she realized it? What if she figured it out?

"You wouldn't be interested in taking another shower with your fiancee would you?" She grinned, kissing me slowly. I couldn't help but get lost in the taste of her; in the very essence of her because who knew how much longer I would have this.

"Uh... sure. If you want." I replied. I was still trying to work this all out in my head. This was too much... I couldn't handle this... I wasn't sure I could do this. "Wedding bands?" I blurted.

"Oh! I completely forgot." She laughed a little, then kissed me again. "Let's go!"

I furrowed my brow. "You really want to go?"

SHe nodded emphatically. "Definitely." She studied my face for a moment before her own fell. "Hey, you okay?"

I nodded quickly, smiling a little. "Yeah, yeah... I'm fine. Let's go. Let me grab my keys."

I started to walk away, but she grabbed my wrist and tugged me back. "Hey, if you don't want to tonight, we don't have to. You seem off. You sure you're feeling ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I want to. We're getting married tomorrow. C'mon, Bella." I said, going the front door and reaching for my keys.

She laughed softly, pulling my arms around her and pressing her body against mine. "Hold on." Bella leaned up, kissing me hard, like she knew how much I needed her; needed us right then. "I love you."

I nodded against her lips. "I love you, too." I was about to reach for the door, when I remembered something. "Shit."

"Hm?"

"Clothes." I replied, shaking my head, and walking back to the bedroom.

Bella laughed, pulling off her shirt. "Maybe we should just go tomorrow."

I turned to her, throwing a shirt over my head. "But then we can't get married tomorrow. If we don't have rings, we can't get married."

"We'll get the rings on the way." She countered, pulling off her jeans. "I really have this urge to just be all domestic and married tonight - even if we don't have the bands or certificate to prove it yet." I felt her arms wrap around my waist, and her lips press against my shoulder. "Do you mind if we wait til tomorrow?"

"No, I guess it doesn't matter." I pouted. I wanted her mine, already. I wanted to be done with it and have her just be mine.

"You sure, cuz we can get the rings if you really want and then do the ceremony in the morning. But I'm warning you I'm going to wear the ring from the minute we buy them."

I spun around quickly and pulled her face into my hands. "I want that."

"You have it. A ring isn't going to make me any more yours than I already am." She said, smiling up at me. "As far as I'm concerned, I'm you're wife and you're my husband."

I leaned in again, brushing my lips on hers. "My wife... my wife... my wife." She was here, she was real. This was really happening.

She gave me the widest smile she could muster. "My husband." Kiss. "My husband." Kiss. "Mine."

I nodded. "Always yours. Always. No matter what."

"You better be." She smirked. "Now drop those boxers and give me your dirty clothes from the trip so I can mix our underwear and do some laundry, so I can feel like I'm fufilling my wifely duties."

I laughed. "But these are clean."

"Yea, but I have other wife duties that require you being out of them when I come back." She grinned, snapping the elastic against me.

I smiled after her, and shook my head. "Ohhhhh, Bella."

She waved her hand at me, trying to get me out of them. "Come on, out of them."

I feined modesty. "But I'll be... 'sposed." I teased.

"Fine fine, that just means I'm not going to try and get you out of them later." She sighed, then pointed to the dresser. "The top drawer is my bras and underwear, you can empty that one and the one below it out and put your clean stuff that you have here in it. Your jacket is already hanging in the closet." She laughed.

I looked at the dresser with wide eyes and went over to it slowly. I opened the top drawer and was confronted with bras and underwear. They were all neatly folded and tucked together, and some I recognized. Some were favorites of mine, she obviously favored white cotton bras, but that didn't mean she didn't have the awesome push up shit too. I was astounded with how much I was learning about the woman I loved from her underwear drawer. "Wow." I whispered.

She laughed a little behind me, and I could feel her moving closer. "That's just the everyday stuff. The stuff I have for special occasions, like our honeymoon I keep away from all this stuff."

I brushed my hand thoughtfully over her things then spun around to hold her. "Thank you."

Bella's brow knit together and she watched me, confused. "For...?"

"Letting me in. Letting me do this with you. Thank you so much."

She laughed softly, smiling up at me then pressing her lips delicately to mine. "Edward, you're pretty much my husband. You never need to thank me. If anyone is thankful, it's me."

I shook my head against her and pushed my face into her shoulder. "Thank you. I'll never be able to repay this. Thank you."

"Stop thanking me Edward." She laughed, running her fingers through my hair and wrapping her arms around me. "Come on. We can unpack your stuff later, let's go order food; your wife needs to get fed."

"Okay," I nodded, scooping her up against me and walking back to the living room. "What're you hungry for?"

"I'd say you, but that would go against me saying I wouldn't try to get you out of those boxers," she smiled.

I laughed against her and kissed the base of her neck, rounding the corner into the kitchen. "Bella, we both know they're ending up on the floor later. Let's be honest."

"Yea, but it's who removes them that's the point."

"Uh huh." I said, putting her down on the counter and put my forehead to hers. "And in the end does it matter?"

"Yes, based on principle, you'll need to take them off." She said, leaning in closer. "Remember when you bent me over and took me against this counter before we left for New York?"

I nodded.

"Remember how hard I came around you?" She whispered, her breath tickling my neck.

I nodded again, kissing whatever skin my lips found. "I think it was the angle; not who removed my boxers."

She slid off the counter and turned around, sticking her ass out and looked at me over her shoulder. "and how was the angle?"

I grabbed her hips and pushed mine into hers. "Like this."

She bent over a little further, and moaned. "I think it was more like this." She breathed, grinding her ass harder against my crotch.

"Fuck, Bella..." I moaned.

I could feel her heat through my boxers and her underwear, and it just made me want to go harder. "Mmm... Edward..."

I wrapped my arm around her waist and my eyes fell shut. She felt so, so good. "Bella, tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours." She moaned, pushing harder against me. "I'm yours forever. I'm your wife."

I ran my hands down her hips and under her underwear. "Now tell me what you want."

"I want my husband to fuck me." She panted.

I pushed her underwear roughly down her hips then mine followed. "Then I will." I whispered harshly into her ear, running my tip through her slit. "This is what you want?"

Bella moaned, her hips pushing back into mine, so I pushed into her. She shrieked and arched her body forward so I started pounding into her, thinking she was ready.

"I love you, Bella. I fucking love you." I whispered in her ear over and over. She was my wife. My wife. Mine. Mine.

I kept going because the harder I went, the more she seemed to want. Bella's every moan and twitch kept pushing me farther, making me want to give more and take more. I wanted everything because I had everything to give in return.

"Fuck... shit... I'm gonna... Edward... please..." She started, but I already knew. I felt her walls trembling around me, and I knew she was close. One of my hands moved swiftly down from her hip to her mound, then down to her clit. Bella ground into it a little before I pressed my fingers against her swollen nub, breathing harshly into her ear.

"Baby, I can feel you around me... I can fucking feel you trembling around my cock, and I want you to cum. Cum all over my cock."

"FUCK!" She screamed, arching away from me as she came and driving me with her. I groaned, my head falling to the sweaty, smooth skin of her back, and I eased inside her slowly. I tried to catch my breath as my eyes fluttered closed. "My wife..." I murmured into her skin, punctuated with a kiss. "My wife... my love."

"Your Mrs. Cullen." She smiled, "Even though it's Thursday, do we get to pretend it's Sunday?"

I laughed against her back. "I was waiting for that."

"You can say no you know, and I'll put on clothes if you hate my Sunday rule so much." She replied, smirking.

I furrowed my brow, grinning back at her. "Who said I didn't like it?"

"No one, just letting you know you have a choice Monday to Saturday on whether we're pretending it's Sunday around the house."

I pulled my boxers back up. "I do?"

"Yep. So if I ever ask and you're not in the mood to be naked and all gropey then just let me know and I'll make sure nothing cept a sweatshirt and jacket comes off. I'll even keep socks on."

I laughed. "I don't believe you." I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her forehead. "Somehow I don't believe you."

"No really." She said, pulling on her underwear and my tee shirt while she walked back toward the bedroom. "I'll only be a stickler for the Sunday rule on Sundays... the other days... you can either be up for it or not; I don't mind."

"What if you're pregnant and you feel huge? Will we still have a sunday rule?"

She turned, looking sad. "No.. I guess we don't have to."

I grinned at her, and went to kiss her forehead. "I want to, I'm just testing the limits of it. Please, love, don't look so sad."

"Well I can see why you wouldn't when I'm the size of shamu, so I get it. It's okay."

"Hey, that's my baby you're carrying. No making fun of it." I squeezed her tighter and kissed the side of her neck. "Besides, your bump will be fuckhot."

She laughed a little, moving my hand down to her stomach. "You say that now. But when it's the size of 3 watermelons you may think differently."

I tensed my fingers against her skin and kissed her neck again. "I'll always think that. You having my baby won't ever be anything but awesome."

"Mhm.." She replied disbelievingly. "But you won't want the Sunday rule in effect when I am?"

"No, I will." I kissed her forehead. "I like the sunday rule."

"What about the new, fiancee rule?"

I grinned at her, my hand drifting down to just below the elastic of her underwear. "I thought I got to decide that one?"

"You can..." She moaned, arching her body into my touch. "What's the fiancee rule going to be?"

"Well, what if... if neither one of us feels like being naked on a day other than sunday, the other has to respect it. No fusses or pouts." I pouted at her to show what I meant.

"Yea... no. That's... not gonna work for me. I don't like rules that make you keep your clothes on." She said, her nose scrunching up adorably.

I laughed and kissed the tip of her nose. "Well, you define it then."

"Mmm.. okay, so fiancee rule.." She started, "Something temporary, since I'm not going to be a perma-fiancee." She mused, biting her lip, then looked at me. "Any ideas to help your wife-to-be out?"

"How about I just promise to love you, and only you." I suggested, kissing her forehead and sighing a little against her. I couldn't lose her. I'd fall apart if she left.

"And that's temporary?" She asked, raising an eye brow.

I shook my head, leaning in to kiss her again. "Of course not."

"Good." Kiss. "The fiancee rule has to be temporary though."

"Oh," I replied, sighing and pursing my lips as I tried to come up with something. "Maybe it's that we promise to...hmm, this is tough, love." I laughed. "I'll let you buy coffee every other morning."

"Every morning. We can drop it to every other after the wedding." She countered, giving me a coy grin.

"Mmm, no. After the wedding, your coffees are my coffees."

She shook her head, "I love you for saying that, but no."

I kissed her nose, because she was too beautiful not to. "Yes. I'm your husband, who takes care of you and loves you and wants to purchase things for your well being."

"And I love you that much more for saying and doing so. But no, morning coffees on me half the time. We're a partnership and so you should let me... at least half the time."

I leaned down to kiss her softly, then both of her cheeks. "But it'll make me feel more...manly and shit."

Her lips pulled into a perfect pout, and she ran her index finger slowly down my chest. "I can think of other ways to make you feel manly even before our morning coffee."

I grinned, then leaned in to kiss over her neck while pressing into her. "I know you can; this is just extra."

"Let me get the extra so I can feel like I'm being a doting wife."

I ran my hand down her thigh, while my lips worked their way across her collar bone, and over to her shoulder, sucking lightly on her skin. "Better yet, let me show you why you put up with me. I fucking love you, Bella. You're going to be my wife." It felt so good to say the words and know that we were finally here. We were finally inseparable.

"Mhm. Forever my soon to be husband. " She replied, her lips pressing gently to my temple. "But first, agree to let me buy the coffee every other day."

"I am your husband," I murmured. "I won't let you go, Bella." I sucked in a deep breath, then pulled away from her soft skin, smiling. "But I will only let you buy coffee every other day during the engagement period."

"Everyday, and every other once we're married." She said, her lips barely brushing over mine.

I sighed, realizing I wasn't going to win and kissed her forehead gently. "Fine, you win."

She smiled brightly, then kissed me quickly. "I want a girl first."

"With your eyes." I said, smiling back at her and hearing a small voice calling me 'Dad' and telling me to let her mother breathe. "She'll be perfect, and I love her already."

"Your eyes." Kiss. "My hair."

I pouted, "But...I want your perfect, expressive, molten, chocolate brown eyes. Why can't I have them?"

She laughed, raising an eyebrow at me. "You're sounding like King Henry the Eight again, love."

Pout. Harder. Get your way, cause it might be the last time. Ever. Especially if there were more brown eyes attached to females in my life. "Why? Because I want children as beautiful as my gorgeous wife?"

Bella smiled up at me, wrapping her arms around my neck to kiss me gently. "I could say the same for wanting children as handsome as my husband."

I laughed a little against her, completely losing focus because she was so close. It wouldn't mean anything without Bella. "As long as I get to have them with you I don't care. Honestly, I don't care." I kissed her gently. "I want them with you." Kiss. "And I'll do my best to give you a girl first." I said with a laugh.

"I suppose, I could do my part to make sure she has my eyes then." She grinned.

I grinned back at her. "I love you, Bella. I'll never know how I got this lucky, but I"m glad I get it all with you."

BPOV

We laid in bed, wrapped up in each other after having practiced our baby making skills. "Thank you." I mumbled into his damp skin.

He let out an exhausted laugh, tugging me closer against him. "For what?" Kiss. "I didn't do anything."

"For changing my life. I always... I never..." I stuttered out. "I never thought I could be this happy." I sat up a bit to look at him. "I'm never as happy as when I'm with you."

His lips turned up into a slow grin before pressing against my forehead. "It's us now, Love. I'm always with you, even if I'm not physically there. I'm never more than a heart beat away." He paused, moving his lips down to kiss the tip of my nose. "Thank you for showing me what loving someone really means."

I grinned and tried to hide my blush by kissing his lips softly. I pulled back just enough to breathe. "Did you eat while I was out?"

"No." Kiss. "I waited for my fuckhot wife to come home." He said, punctuating the statement with another kiss.

"We should eat then. I'm starving." I said, puffing out a laugh. "Delivery or should we go out?"

He took a deep breath, drumming his fingers on his bare chest. "Well, it depends. There's a new french bistro around the corner, and you know what's next door to that?" He asked leaning over to kiss me again.

"Hm?"

His lips found mine again before responding. "Real estate Agent."

"Okay..." I was totally lost.

"Bella, where do you go when you want to buy a house?" He chuckled, kissing the side of my mouth.

"Oh." I was still confused... and THEN the lightbulb turned on. "We're... but I thought... you don't want to live here?"

He nodded. "I do, but I thought it might be nice to look. Do you not want a house?" He asked, moving his lips across my cheek. "Because we don't have to have one." His lips continued to cross over my lips and to my other cheek. "You taste good." He noted, proving his point by kissing me firmly on the mouth.

I couldn't help but smile. He was amazing and all I would ever need. I kissed him soundly. "What about your studio? I really like it there. It feels like home."

"You do? You're not just saying that?" He asked with a big dopey grin covering his face.

"Mhm. I love your place. Plus it's convenient for both of our jobs, and on days you don't have shoots I can come home for lunch."

His smile grew and I wondered if it could get any wider. "You're so fucking perfect. I love you, Bella. Don't ever forget that okay?" He took a deep breath, his grin dropping a little. "I know I say stupid shit sometimes, but I love you more than anything."

"Edward we've got an entire lifetime together. We're both going to say and do stupid shit." I said, laughing softly. "But I love you because I know we'll both get through it and make it work out at the end of the day."

"Promise me, Bella." He begged quietly, kissing me quickly. "Promise me we'll be together forever?" His tone was so innocent, almost frightened - as if I may say no. That was completely insane. I could never.

"I promise. It'll always be us two and what we have." I kissed him again. "One of the reasons I love you so much is because I trust you. All the secrets are out, our relationships are over and there's just... us."

He let out a ragged breath as if unable to believe what I was saying. "I love you...so fucking much."

"I know. I love you too." My stomach gurgled and I laughed. "Unfortunately I think my stomach might love food a bit more right now."

"Yeah, let's go." He agreed, moving to get up and pulling me with him. "Do you want to order?" He asked burying his face in my hair.

"Mmm.. maybe we could make dinner? I'm pretty sure I have chicken in the freezer and some noodles."

I felt him smile against my shoulder and lift me more so I could wrap my legs around his torso. "I'll cook for you." He offered as we made our way into the kitchen.

"No no. Part of my wifely duties... making you dinner." I argued into his neck. I would never tire of being in his arms like this.

"Let me take care of you." He whispered, setting me down on the counter and kissing my forehead as he pulled away. "Please?"

I couldn't resist him when he spoke in that tone and looked at me that way; as if I was his entire universe. I nodded slowly. "Can we at least put on a piece of clothing beforehand?"

He chuckled to himself and kissed my forehead again, shaking his head. "No, it's a sunday remember?" He pulled back and began opening cabinets, grinning as he pulled out a piece of cloth and tied it around his waist. Oh lordy. "Besides, I have this wonderful apron that my wife provided."

I couldn't help but chuckle in him wearing the apron I seldom actually used. It was hideous, even for my occasionally girly tastes - bright pink with yellow flowers covering it. "You know, I've always hated that apron, but you... I didn't think it was possible to think it was a sexy piece of cloth but I'm beginning to reconsider."

"Well, you did pick it out for me." He laughed, shaking his butt in my direction. I laughed as he exaggerated the sway of his hips as he opened the fridge and pulled out some meat wrapped in butcher paper. "I found steak, but do you have a grill?"

"No. I was going to bring thoser over to Emmett's." I said moving around him to open one of the drawers and pulling out a stack of menus. "Take out then?"

"Okay." He replied, putting the steak back and shutting the fridge before turning to look at me again. "I'll get dressed and go pick it up."

I shook my head, tugging at the apron. "Someone told me it was Sunday.. we can order delivery." I murmured, moving my lips against his neck. Fuck he tasted good. I sighed. "I'm glad you were here when I came home."

He laughed against my temple, wrapping his arms around me tightly. "Where else am I gonna go?" He asked, dropping his head to kiss my lips tenderly.

"I don't know. Back to your place? I just... I'm glad you were here when I got back. I was pretty out of it on the way home."

"Yeah, I can imagine." He replied, looking up at me sympathetically. "I love you."

I smiled but the uncomfortable feeling that I'd had as James was telling me about his affair was coming back. I tried shaking it off. "So what do you want to order?"

He shrugged, stepping back to take apron off. "Whatever you want. What're you hungry for?"

"Anything. I'm starving." I said, swallowing down the sudden realization.

The airport.

The awkwardness.

The conversation with James.

"Hey Edward?" I asked sounding distant even in my own ears.

"Yeah, baby?" He asked distractedly. I could hear the pages flipping as he skimmed through the menus.

"This is ridiculous I know, but... before today, had you met James?"