A/N:

Ooooooo yet another update, kelleroni!

holy moly! shizz is about to hit-ith the fan... or is ittttttt?

hmmmmmsss...I dunnos! But you know who also doesn't know even though she owns? SMeyer.

Well, i say we proposition her: we'll tell her what happens in secrets if she leases rob to us.

lol deal :P

are we also going to resort to bribery again? sneak peak in exchange for awesome reviews?

Sounds like a plan! And besides, this fic is too awesome not to review!

duhhhhh belzo :)

EPOV

My blood ran cold,and I'm pretty sure I froze.

Come clean, Edward.

Just do it. Cop to it now, while you still can.

Give her a chance to walk away; don't trap her.

"No, why?" I said instead, berating myself all the while. I couldn't do this to her anymore. I couldn't...it was so fucking selfish.

"I dunno. It's stupid. I guess I must be exhausted, but the interaction today was weird - at the airport I mean. And then just what James said about who he was cheating on me with.." Bella shook her head, looking away from me. "Nevermind." She said, laughing it off. "I'm just being a spazz."

Fuck, Edward do it. She's hurting because of you and she doesn't even know why. "Bella...Bella, you don't regret us...do you?" I was almost afraid of the answer because I knew that either way it would break me. No, and I would lose my future, yes and I would lose my reason for breathing; hell, even existing.

Her eyes shot up to mine and went wide. "God no, never." She whispered, moving closer to me. "Jesus... Edward, I didn't mean to imply..." She shook her head, speaking softly, and her hand ran over my jaw. "I love you. I could never regret what we have, not in a million years."

I wrapped my arms around her body, pulling her up to me and pushing my face into her shoulder. I couldn't lose her. I'd break without her. "Bella...Isabella, I love you so fucking much, you know?" She'd never be mine forever, I realized.

I was right; we did have an expiration date...and it was fast approaching.

"I know Edward." She clung to me tightly, her body pressed solidly into mine. "And tomorrow you're going to be my husband and I, your wife." She murmured, kissing my hair. "I love you with all of me. You're the only man I've ever, and am ever going to, love whole heartedly. You're my one. I'm sorry for making you upset. I didn't mean to. I was just letting my imagination run rampant. I'm sorry, love."

"No, Bella, don't. Don't ever apologize to me." I didn't deserve it. "I love you with everything I have, with everything I am. I just...Bella, I can't be without you anymore. I don't even; I can't even, Bella, I can't...I just fucking can't." I whispered desperately. She had no clue what I was talking about and I was probably freaking her out but I just wanted her to know that at least that was true. Maybe if I could keep it ingrained in her mind that I needed her like I did, she'd remember it even when she found out the truth.

"Shh... Edward stop talking like I'm leaving. I'm becoming your wife tomorrow - that's the furthest thing from leaving. I love you. I Want to be yours, your wife, more than anything.""

I nodded against her, pressing a kiss on the top of her shoulder. "I want that so badly." But could I have that without telling her everything? Could I really do that to my Bella; the one person I loved more than myself and would glad give my life for?

The answer shocked me.

"And you'll have it." She said, kissing me gently. "I'm sorry I got you so upset. I really didn't mean anything by it. I just... I guess James couldn't help but play one last game." I leaned over and kissed her temple, pushing back everything while she sighed. "I'm sorry I even brought it up."

"Bella, I meant it; don't even apologize to me. You're perfect, baby. You're so fucking perfect." I sighed roughly into her shoulder, then straightened up and kissed her forehead squarely. "I'm okay, anyway. I just over reacted. I'm sorry I made you feel like you had to apologize. I love you." I kissed her forehead again. "I need to feed you, love."

"Large pepperoni pizza?" She asked, lifting up a menu.

I nodded taking the menu from her and going to get the phone. "You got it."

"My husband's the best." She said, smiling into my back while her hands moved over my stomach.

I smiled, in spite of myself more than anything, and wrapped my arm around her from behind to squeeze her against me while I ordered our food. Once the bored teenager told me it'd be 20 to 30 minutes, I spun around and kissed Bella's forehead. "We still need rings, you know."

"I know. We can like go pick out ones out of a toy machine at CVS if you want - so that we're prepared for tomorrow." Her grin was infectious, and it made me want every single one of our children to have the very same grin.

I laughed a little, shuffling the papers. "Bella, c'mon. That's really what you want?" I questioned. She had to want more than that.

"Honestly? I don't care about the ring. The only thing that matters is you're the one putting it on me."

I didn't deserve her. I always knew it, but with every word she spoke and every breath she drew it was cemented for me. "I'm so lucky you want me."

She laughed a little, coming around to look at me, a bright smile on her face. "Me too. Imagine that - a guy who will order pizza for me. My very own prince charming."

I rolled my eyes, dropping my arms from around her and going into the living room to flip on the tv. "I'm a regular superman."

I heard her trotting behind me, then she grabbed the blanket before launching herself on me. We fell to the couch laughing and she kissed my nose. "You are. What are we watching?"

"Are you cold?" I asked, wrapping the blanket around her tightly. "I'll get you some clothes, if you want."

"Yes I'm cold, but no to clothes. I have you and a blanket. Unless you were planning on going to the studio?" She asked, a worried lilt rising in her voice as she looked at me.

I furrowed my brow, looking up at her. "No, I wasn't planning on it. Did you...did you want me to?"

"God no, never." She assured me, pressing her lips to mine. "Just making sure. Would you prefer I put on clothes, Naked Chef?"

I laughed a little, wrapping my arms around her and keeping her head on my shoulder. "No, never." I pressed my lips to her temple, lingering a little. "you're perfect, Bella."

She grinned again, snuggling back against my chest. "I'm glad you think so." She murmured, while I tangled my fingers in her hair. "So when am I finally going to meet the mysterious Mama Cullen?"

Hm. Good question. "I could call her and see if we could all have dinner tomorrow, if you want. Or tomorrow, at the wedding." I laughed. "We should probably call people, huh?"

"We will need at least one witness." She reminded, "Don't you want me to meet her before we get married, just so you know if she approves of me or not before the big day?"

I shrugged. "Bella, you make me happy. You're not marrying my mother, so to be honest...I don't care what she thinks." Then I thought about it. "What about your dad? Does it bother you that I haven't met him yet?"

She shrugged, "A little, but it's not like we won't have a hundred million chances to drive up to Forks. It would bother me more if we put this off just for that reason."

"Are you sure? Bella, I just want you to be happy. Really, that's all I care about." I whispered against her hair, sniffing her a little.

"And you make me happy. You're all I need Edward. I don't need for my dad to pat your back - because I know he'll love you. And I don't need a fancy ring to tell me I'm yours. I just need... you, at the end of the day, every day, for the rest of my life."

"You have me." I murmured. Nothing in or about my life would ever be more true than that statement. That was the reason I lived and breathed. For Bella and because of Bella. Nothing else meant anything.

BPOV

"So do you have any news about shoots coming up?" I asked as we nibbled on a huge pepperoni pizza.

"Next week." He mumbled between bites. "Trying to get rid of me, love?" He asked, a Cheshire grin spread over his lips.

I nodded and picked at the crust, pointing a piece at him. "Obviously. I want one of those husbands that's never around. Just making sure you fit the bill."

"Yeah, I could do that." He sighed, looking up at me from his half eating slice. "You're not back at work till monday, right?"

"Mhm." I confirmed, leaning into him a bit. "Why?"

"Just wondering." He shrugged, looking back down at his plate. "I'm not sure I'm ready to give you up yet."

"I hope not." I said, smiling and leaning into him for a quick kiss. "So, should we talk about like serious things that couples talk about before getting married? I feel like we missed that step, or that's an important one." I noted, trying not to sound awkward, and failing miserably. I mean, couples had indepth talks about what they wanted in their futures before making the jump, didn't they?

His lips were on mine again and I let myself get lost in him until he finally broke away and spoke. "Like what love?"

"I don't know." I replied honestly, moving his plate away and crawling into his lap under the covers. I grabbed his hand and started drawing patterns on his palm. "What's important to you, for our future?"

His arms surrounded me tightly, pulling me closer. "Having kids, being with you. I just don't want to lose us in the shuffle, you know? I think...as cliche as this is, I think we should have a date night. And maybe every other weekend, ship the kids to my mom's or your dad's so we can have sundays together." He suggested, kissing my temple and laughing quietly against it. "Does that help?"

"Mhm." Was the best response I could think of. He really was perfect. I leaned up and kissed him soundly. "I hope it's always like this between us. That we can talk this openly about anything and everything, you know? I think that's why my parents didn't make it, the communication went to hell; they stopped talking, they hid things. My mom kept secrets and lied. I think that ultimately ruined everything." I paused and laughed a little trying to ignore the memories of all the fighting and accusations between them that I witnessed growing up. "Sorry, I didn't mean to ruin your completely sweet and perfect moment."

"It's okay. It's a valid point." He sighed, pulling me even closer and pausing for a moment thoughtfully, before speaking again. "Don't let me...don't let me be too hard on them, okay?"

"You won't." I grinned, snuggling against his firm grip. "If anything I bet you'll spoil them and I'll have to be bad cop."

"I'm just worried, because I don't want to be like my dad, you know?" He started, leaning in to kiss me again. "I don't want my kids to go through that."

"Edward you are nothing like you're father. You won't be anything like him as a parent either. Plus I'm here, so whenever you feel like you're slipping I'll be there to hold you up."

"I don't want to do it without you." He exhaled, placing his lips against my hairline. "I'm just scared I'll be distant like he was, you know? I don't want them to feel like I didn't want them, or that they're not good enough. Promise you'll keep me in check?"

"I promise. Maybe we'll even surprise you at a shoot now and again." I reassured him, scratching his palm and imagining me trying to keep a handful of kids from destroying all of his expensive equipment. "You're going to be a great father, I know you will be. Edward the one thing I know our children will never go without is your love and support." I continued, twisting myself in his grasp so I was straddling him and we were eye level. I reached one hand up to cup his jaw, caressing it lightly. "You are nothing like your father now, and you will be nothing like them with our children."

He pushed his cheek against my hand, rubbing his stubble against my skin. "Because I have you."

"No, because you are perfect all on your own." I said before kissing him slowly. His lips moved like silk against my own and it was hard not to get wrapped up in them; in him. "Promise me that you'll do everything in your power to not have to spent nights at the studio, once we have a family and move out of there."

He chuckled as if the mere idea of it were absurd. "I won't ever spend a night away from you unless one of us is in the hospital or on a business trip. I will be there for every soccer game, practice, ballet recital, piano lesson, school play and field trip I'm allowed, and I will always be home to help them with their homework, give them baths and to tuck them in." He sighed, pressing his mouth to mine in confirmation. "I promise, Bella."

"If you're in the hospital, I'll take the kids to Emmett's or my dad's or your mom's or Alice's... I'll be by your side, I promise."

"I don't want you to worry about me." He countered, shaking his head. "They'll need you more than I will. But if it's you..." He sucked in a deep breath before continuing. "I won't even let your hand go."

"Edward I've worried and cared for you since before I probably should have. I'm promising you in sickness and in health - and I will be by your side in either case."

He looked up at me as if he felt guilty for me saying what I had just confessed. "I love you. I can't believe you're going to be mine forever."

I leaned my forehead against his and dusted my lips over his top lip. "It's you and me." I whispered, moving one of his hands between us to lay against the flatness of my stomach. "And someday more."

"But still us. I promise I won't let us die, Bella." He reinforced just as quietly.

"I didn't realize you had the power to make us immortal." I said with a playful grin.

He chuckled and nodded. "Now's when I tell you I'm really a vampire, and I'm gonna imbibe you with my immortal...ness."

I smirked, tilting my neck to the side. "Ready when you are." I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Is that what you want?" He asked, leaning in and barely skimming his soft lips from where my shoulder and neck met all the way up to my earlobe. I shivered at the sensation; even the lightest of his touches sent my body reeling. "Is that what you dream of?"

"I dream of being yours forever." I replied breathlessly, feeling the heat pool between my legs.

"You will be." He stated decidedly as his mouth latched onto my neck and I felt his teeth pinch my skin. I gasped in surprise and moaned immediately as his tongue darted out and began licking the spot where his lips were sucking hard, not showing any signs of letting go. My hands shot into his hair as his lips roamed over my neck and upper chest. He nipped, licked and sucked on every inch of exposed skin between my neck and the tops of my breasts. And I was too selfish to stop him.

Instead my hips rolled against his, trying to create any kind of friction to relieve some of the pressure that was building inside me. I hoped we would always have the effect on each other; always love and lust for each other with this much fervor.

We continued to make out like insatiable teenagers until my body couldn't take the teasing anymore and I finally had to pull back. "Edward..." I panted staring into his eyes.

"Yes, love?" He murmured innocently as his lips moved up to kiss my forehead.

"We should go to bed." I suggested, wrapping my legs around his torso. "And practice some more, because I think I've started to forget how you feel."

He lifted me effortlessly and began walking us to the bedroom. "Okay, love. We have a big day tomorrow."

"We do?" I said, feigning ignorance.

He nodded, grinning as he tossed me playfully onto the bed. "Yup, huge in fact." He reminded me as his body ghosted over mine.

I wound my arms around his neck and looked up at him, needing to feel closer. "What's on the agenda Mr. Cullen?"

"We're getting hitched, my love." He stated, kissing my lips quickly before nuzzling his nose against my hair.

"Oh riiiiiight, that." I teased, nipping at his neck. "Did you want to get married before or after I meet James to give him his stuff?"

"Oh, wow, I totally forgot about that." He replied, pulling back and furrowing his eyebrows in thought. After a beat, he finally responded, "After, I guess. That way, it's done with, right?"

I nodded. "Sounds good." I push my face into his neck holding onto him and breathing him in. "I love the way you smell."

He sighed, as he rolled us over so I was hovering above him. His hands skimmed my sides lightly and I relaxed against him. "I love the way you...the way you're...how you...fuck, I love that you exist." He murmured, squeezing his hands on my hips.

I laughed against him and pushed my body against his harder. "Did you ever think you would have something like this? Because, I never thought this... what we have, existed outside of fiction books and fairytales."

His head shook side to side. "Never. Bella, between what happened with my parents, and then all that crap with Tanya, I didn't think I'd ever get anything like this. I've been coming up short my whole life, and now I finally have something that makes me feel like I can do anything; like I can be anything." He professed quietly as if it was just dawning on him that what we had was real and lasting. "Thank you, Bella. Thank you so much."

"You can do anything Edward, and be anything. I have faith in you and neverending support with whatever you want to do." I kissed the spot where my lips hovered, and sighed. "Stop thanking me, you've given me as much as I've given you, if not more." I pulled back to look at him directly and kissed him.

"Love, would you mind just holding me all night? I feel the jet lag setting it." I murmured quietly against his lips.

"Sleep, love. I'll be here." He nodded, wrapping his arms around my back and pulling me flat against him.

We rolled over so we were both on our sides, my back against his chest. "I know, and I love that I can trust you will be." I turned around and pushed my face against his chest. "You're the best pillow ever." I mumbled, kissing his bare chest and feeling his arms tighten around me. "I love you Edward." I whispered just before I felt myself slip into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning I woke up in nearly the same position we had fallen asleep in. Edward was on his back and I was flopped over his chest, his arms gripping my arms tightly.

I heard Edward mumble and I looked up, finding his eyes still shut. "Hm?" I whispered. "What did you say, love?"

"Shit." He grumbled in a voice thick with sleep.

"What's wrong?"

"Bella?" He asked tentatively, not opening his eyes yet.

"Edward, I'm here." I replied softly, running my fingers through his hair.

His arms pulsed around my body and he held me even closer. "I had the worst dream that you left."

Aww. I'd had that dream, well more like relived it in dreams of the time we had tried to be apart. My heart tore in two and I kissed his cheeks, his chin and his lips. "No, I'm here. I promise." I brought his hand up to the side of my face and kissed his palm. "See, I'm right here."

"I hate it when you're not with me. I can't breathe right, you know?" He sighed, opening his eyes slowly. "I just feeling like I'm drowning and no one else notices."

"I know." I replied, leaning my forehead against his. "But I'm always with you. You have my heart.. And if you need me, anytime I'll be there."

"I will never not need you." He murmured, puffing out a laugh as if just the very notion of him feeling otherwise was ridiculous. His lips met mine quickly after and he smiled. "Good morning, love."

"Morning." I beamed, kissing him again for good measure.I yawned into his chest and flopped back down against him, chest against bare chest. "How'd you sleep?"

He chuckled again, looking at me as if I was his whole world as his his hand ran lines up and down my back. "Okay. You? I love you."

"Fantastic." I rested my chin on his chest, looking up at him to kiss his jaw. "Do you want breakfast in bed?"

He kissed my lips again before responding. "Do you? I don't mind." He said, moving one hand up to brush a few runaway strands of hair from my eyes. "I didn't get to cook for you last night."

"Yea, but I should get practice in for cooking for our family." I replied, pushing up and sitting on my knees straddling him. I moved a few more hairs behind my ear and smiled down at him. I rocked against his hips a little, grinning. "Cereal or eggs and toast?"

He scooted up, leaning against the headboard and pulling me with him, his hands gripping my hips. "How about waffles?" He murmured into my neck as his lips worked over his favorite place.

"I have neither waffle mix nor a waffle press. So unless you want me fully clothed running out for half an hour to buy those..." I sighed, unable to stop myself from moving against him.

He let out a burst of air that sounded like a moan-slash-laugh as his lips moved to the other side of my neck. "Baby, don't you know your husband is a breakfast genius?" He questioned, biting my skin. "That just means it's pancakes."

"But I wanted to make you breakfast." I pouted, tilting my head to give him better access.

"Mmmm." He hummed, pulling back and looking up at me with a smile. "Okay. Cereal's fine." He agreed, kissing my pout. "And you'd better be eating with me."

"I will." I moved my arms around his neck and kissed him hard grinding into him and rolling my hips before pulling my lips from his hesitantly. "Trix or Honey Nut Cheerios?"

"Ung." He groaned, tilting his head back. "Cheerios."

"Okay." I whispered, nipping at his neck before moving off his lap and reaching for my (and by mine, I mean his) favorite jacket from the closet and throwing it on.

I was so far beyond cloud nine, I couldn't ever imagine feeling my feet touch the ground again.

And once we were married, I would never have to.