A/N...Here's the final part of this little story. It is lemony, but I need you to pay attention to the dates... it really flashes from present to past...

Again, I don't own SM's work. I do love her peeps though...

And I forgot to mention that this little story was inspired by the song I Shall Believe by Sheryl Crow. It's a sad tune, and kinda fits both these little characters. But I gave them a HEA... ;)

I have a few things to say at the bottom...

I Shall Believe pt. 3

~oOoOo~

EDWARD

January 1, 2011...

If I had any regrets concerning our "arrangement," there would be two. It became some sort of weird habit to use Bella's bed every time we had sex, and I never stayed until morning – a cowardly thing that stemmed from our first night together.

I guided her to my room, opening the door.

"Wait, what are you..." Bella balked, tugging my hand.

"Coffee Bean, I want you in my bed," I whispered, walking backwards into my room and pulling her with me, both of her hands in mine. "And I want to wake up with you in my arms in the morning."

I sat down on the edge of my bed, looking up at her, and years of want, of need, of hidden feelings, of lies, of memories, of pure friendship perfection came flying at me.

"Don't call me that," she snorted, but I knew she loved it.

"God, I'm so fucking stupid," I groaned, lifting her shirt off over her head. I leaned in and placed a kiss on her belly, smiling when her muscles twitched under my lips. "I should've just fucking told you."

"Me, too," my Bean said, gripping my sweatshirt and tugging at it. "We were both scared, Edward."

I shrugged out of my hoodie, looking up at the only girl that had ever counted. "I still am," I admitted softly, dropping my shirt to the floor unceremoniously. "I can't think about this ending...or fucking it up."

She smiled, and it was so damned beautiful, my breath caught in my throat. She pushed me onto my back and crawled up on top of me. "We've had...maybe three fights in our lives, Edward. And one...was over what movie to watch first the night of my birthday party at your house."

I chuckled, nodded, and threaded my fingers into her hair as she loomed over me. "And we still ate ice cream..."

"Exactly," she laughed softly, pressing her forehead to mine as I just stared at her. "And that one...doesn't count, because I didn't really care."

I grinned up at her. "No fair. I totally let you have it because it was your birthday..."

"See?" She smirked adorably, her hands braced on either side of my head.

We were still in jeans, but I couldn't stop from kissing her. I rolled her over, our tongues swirling, filling each other's mouths, and the most beautiful of moans ghosted into the room from the both of us.

"Edward," she breathed, her head falling to the side as I placed long, open mouth kisses to her neck. "Please..."

"For the record, Bean," I murmured against her throat, "these past few months...it wasn't just sex for me. I made love to you every time."

"Show me," she said, but I pulled back to see tears filling her sweet brown eyes.

I smiled, kissing away each salty-sweet tear. "I hope you don't have to work tomorrow, Bella," I said, kissing each of her eyes, "because I plan to show you each moment that was so very real to me."

She groaned, but I wasn't sure if it was my words or the use of her real name, because I had just recently realized that she shook every time I used it.

"Coffee Bean...do you remember our first time?" I asked, flicking open the front of her jeans and tugging them off of her. "My first taste of you...it ruined me for anyone else..."

~o~

May 2010...

"I'm not a whore, Edward," she whispered, and I gasped at her. "So if...I mean, don't 'cheat' on me. If you find someone, then just tell me."

"I would never," I vowed, thinking she had no idea just how high of a pedestal I'd placed her on, and it was insulting that she would think I would be anything other than honored to make love to her. "Bean, you're my best friend. You've always come first. I swear."

I could feel a sheen of sweat on my brow, because I wasn't sure what her answer would be. I should have just told her at that very second that she was everything to me. That no relationship I'd ever had was a fraction as valuable as my relationship with her.

"'Kay," she whispered, her eyes still a little nervous.

I wanted to make her feel good, feel as beautiful as I saw her.

I was aching and throbbing for her, as I set her down on the sofa. She was wearing what she usually changed into after work – pajama pants and a t-shirt. And as usual, it was one of my t-shirts. I'd stopped even putting them in my closet; I just folded them up for her and set them in her room when I did laundry.

I knelt on the floor in front of her, cupping her face. "I want to kiss you, Bean. So badly..."

I wasn't sure if it was the vodka that made me unsure, but it took everything that I had to keep my voice, my hands, and my breathing steady, because I was about to do something that I'd only fantasized about.

She didn't give me a chance to ask again, because she leaned forward, cupping my face.

My heart exploded when her lips met mine, causing a moan to escape me. I reached for her hair and her hip at the same time, tugging her to the edge of the sofa. She took my bottom lip, suckling it slightly, before her tongue glided across it, asking for entrance. And the moment our tongues met, I was lost to her.

No one felt as consuming as she did. No one had made my hands shake with just one fucking kiss. And I couldn't wait to taste her. Everywhere.

My hands lost control, as did hers. Suddenly, there was pulling and tugging, t-shirts and pajamas being removed. It was like a fucking floodgate just opened up.

"Jesus," I gasped, my forehead hitting her shoulder, my eyes squeezed shut to get some sort of control. But it was no use, because when I opened my eyes, I saw that Bean was completely naked, and she was fucking stunning.

I'd seen her in bathing suits and shorts, and once when she was sick, I'd seen her in her bra and underwear, but this was...so very different, because she was naked...for me.

"You are fucking beautiful, Coffee Bean," I gasped, pulling back to look at her. Her body started to curl in on itself, and I had to stop her. "Uh uh," I growled, shaking my head. "No way...let me see you."

"Edward," she protested, shaking from head to toe.

I kissed her again, just to relax her, just to be able to fucking touch the softest skin I'd ever felt.

I broke away from her mouth, kissing and licking down her neck, stopping to say, "Lean back, Bella."

God, she was just about perfect, with round, perky breasts that were heaving. I leaned down to take one of her sweet, already pebbled nipples into my mouth. They were the color of ripe raspberries, but tasted better. My eyes shot to her face when I heard her groan, gasp, and then she arched up to me.

It was then that I noticed her thighs pressing together, that she was trying to find friction, anything.

"Let me," I begged, opening her legs with my hands.

"Edward...it's been...a while..." Her frown, her blushing cheeks, and her teeth working her bottom lip told me that Jake hadn't done anything close to what I was about to do, what I'd been aching to do.

He. Was. An. Idiot.

I smiled, and then kissed her lips, tugging her bottom lip from between her teeth. "Then this should feel really good, Bean."

She moaned again, but allowed me to push her back and spread her legs wider on the edge of the sofa. God, she even smelled like heaven.

"Holy fuck," she gasped as my tongue slipped over her folds and then inside of them, gathering as much of her flavor as I could, because...goddamn...she tasted good. "Fuck, Edward...more."

"I thought so," I chuckled, placing a kiss on the inside of her thigh, before going back for more of her.

I licked her, kissed her, tongued her. I flicked my tongue over her clit, just to hear my name mixed with curse words. And it wasn't long before I was awarded with the best sight.

Bella in orgasm was beyond beautiful. It was more than I'd ever expected. And by God, I wanted more...

~oOo~

BELLA

January 1, 2011...

Jesus Christ, he was good with his mouth! I could barely see straight as he crawled back up my body. I was surrounded by the scent of him – his skin, his bedding, his hair – hell, his whole room was just so very him.

My whole body shook with the aftermath of his mouth on my center. Every. Fucking. Time. He would evoke a climax that made me see stars.

He rubbed my belly, kissing my cheek, my jaw, and then my ear, as he said, "You taste just as good now as the first time, Bean..."

I huffed, reaching for him, and he gave himself to me, kissing me so sweetly and tasting of me. The flavor reminding me of the first time we'd been together. Jake had hated to go down, so I hadn't had anyone do that in so long, and it seemed like Edward just knew that I needed it, wanted it, and now craved it. But only from him.

I shivered under his touch, his kisses, pushing him onto his back. He was still in his jeans as I loomed over him from the side. "Personally, Edward...I remember our second night, don't you?"

He snickered, but it turned into a groan as soon as my tongue met his nipple, circling it, nipping at it with my teeth. His hands reached for me, his fingertips ghost over my skin, but he knew what I was talking about, because by our second night together, I'd found my bravery, my courage, and my want for him...

~o~

"Are you sore, Coffee Bean?" he whispered huskily in my ear.

"It's definitely something I can live with...please...don't stop," I gasped as his fingers grazed over the outside of my underwear.

"I don't think I can, Bean," he groaned, his brow furrowing. "Now that I've touched you, I never want to stop..."

"Wait," I whispered, looking up at him, and he instantly looked heartbroken. "There's something I want to do, Edward." As much as I wanted his touch, I wanted to do the touching.

"Yeah?" he said, his crooked smile in place as I pushed at him to sit up.

"I need you to stand," I commanded, licking my lips as he did what I asked. I backed him into the wall just outside my bedroom door, dropping to my knees.

"Bella...B-bean," he sputtered, "you don't...I mean..."

"You don't want a blow job, Edward?" I teased, tugging his dress pants open and skimming them down over his hips.

"I didn't say that," he huffed, but I could've melted at the slight tinge of pink in his cheeks. "I just...you don't have to, Coffee Bean..."

"Don't..." I said with a smirk, pulling his boxers down. Once he was out of them and his pants, I finished with, "...call me that."

The long, slow lick that I gave his beautifully large cock caused the most delicious of sounds to erupt from my best friend. He was warm and thick and already leaking, and when I heard a thump against the wall, I looked up to see that his head had fallen back.

"Breathe, Edward," I whispered, dragging my tongue over the tip of him, eliciting another undecipherable sound.

"Oh, shit, I... Damn it..." he sputtered, his eyes squeezing closed as I finally took him all the way in my mouth. "You... Bella, please...more," he groaned.

I hummed around him as I felt his hand on my head. I increased my speed, my suction, swirling my tongue around the ridge at the top of his cock. I took him completely in again, this time, cupping his balls with one hand and grabbing his hip with the other.

"That looks...fucking amazing, Bean... Holy shit," he breathed. "But I'm...I'm about..."

I took him to the back of my throat, swallowing around him, and he exploded – both verbally and literally.

"Shit, fuck, damn it!" he cried, leaning back against the wall. "You...come here," he panted, pulling me up. "That was..."

~oOo~

EDWARD

January 1, 2011...

"Fucking amazing," I panted, my head falling back to the bed. I lifted my head when I heard a sweet giggle.

"You said that the first time, too," she snorted, looking quite proud of herself as she crawled up my body.

And by God, she should. Coffee Bean had the best mouth. Ever.

I opened my arms for her, rolling us to our sides. I just wanted to look at her. I wanted to affirm she was really there. And I wanted to tell her...everything.

"No more," I whispered, shaking my head as I tucked her hair behind her ears.

"No more, what?"

"No more...bullshit," I sighed, leaning in to press my lips to her forehead. "I want you to sleep in here...every night. I want to take you out. And I want..."

"Can I send flowers to your office?" she teased, squealing when I tickled her.

I rolled on top of her and said with sincerity, "You can do anything you want..."

"I want you to take me to lunch," she whispered, but she looked up at me wistfully. "You've never met me at my office."

"Okay."

"I want to tell Charlie..."

"I should probably talk to him, huh?"

"Yeah," she sighed, threading her fingers in my hair. "I love you. I really wanted to say that the night before the Christmas party," she said, her little nose wrinkling.

"You have no idea how close I came, Coffee Bean..."

~o~

December 23, 2010...

I'd had the weirdest of days at Cullen-Denali, and my whole body and soul just fucking ached for Bella and ice cream – more the former than the latter. I'd become addicted to her feel, her taste – fuck, even her smell, which was flowers and fruity and seemed to stay on my skin way after I'd leave her bedroom at night.

I was rushing out the door, when the front desk girl, Gina or Gianna or some shit, stopped me. "Hey, Edward," she called, batting her eyelashes at me.

At one point, I would have taken her up on her flirting, but not now.

"Are you going to the party tomorrow night?"

"Yeah, definitely," I answered, smiling and still trying to get to the elevator, but she stepped in front of me.

"Do you have a date?" she purred, reaching up to straighten my tie.

"Uh, um, yeah," I sighed, internally flinching, because I wanted to tell her that I was so taken, so owned by the girl I was bringing that it wasn't even fucking funny, but instead, my idiot self said, "My best friend, Bella, is coming with me."

"Best friend, huh?" She smirked, letting go of my tie. "You know, I've seen that ballroom before, Edward. You let me know if you need...more than just a friend tomorrow night, okay?"

By the time I'd ridden the elevator down to my car, driven home, and walked into the apartment, I felt gross and dirty, and wanted to lose myself in Bella just to make myself feel better.

I walked in the door, finding her in the kitchen in the middle of making dinner. Her sweet smile was my breaking point. I could barely say a word, except, "Bella."

"What's wron—"

I cut her off, just fucking claiming her mouth with mine. I wanted to just lay everything out on the line; it was all I could do not to just fall at her feet and beg her to let me love her the rest of my life. But instead, I picked her up, setting her on the kitchen counter and ravishing her mouth, all while stripping her and myself of every piece of clothing we had on.

"Edward, what's wrong?" she groaned, wrapping her arms and legs around me.

"I really just...need you, Coffee Bean," I begged against the sweet, soft skin of her throat. "Please...please, let me."

She nodded against my cheek, placing a long, slow kiss to my jaw, and I was done for, slipping into her hard and fast.

"Shit," she gasped, her head falling back and giving me just more of her to taste, kiss, nip at with my teeth. I wanted to fucking consume her.

And God, Bella gave as good as she got, catching up to my mood almost immediately. Her hips met mine thrust for thrust, her hands gripped my shoulders and hair, and her mouth opened to mine as I tried to be everywhere at once with her.

"God, Edward, I..." she groaned, burying her face in my neck as I nipped and licked at her shoulder.

"I want...I fucking need..." I wanted to mark her. And I did, bending her back just a little and leaving the lightest of marks just below her breast.

As my teeth scraped her skin, my Bean shattered in my arms, shaking from head to toe. Her shivering, her clenching around me, caused my control to slip, and I came hard as deep inside of her as I could get.

"Bella, I lo..." I started, practically biting my tongue to the point of bringing blood in order not to say the words. "I'm sorry," I panted, my forehead hitting her shoulder. I turned my head and kissed her neck sweetly.

"I'm not," she giggled into my neck, running her fingers slowly through my hair. "How was your day, dear?"

I laughed, but helped her redress and make sure that I hadn't completely ruined her dinner. As she slipped her t-shirt back over her head, pride and lust filled me as I watched my mark being covered up. I couldn't tell her my feelings, but I could damn well stake my claim on her.

~oOo~

BELLA

May 2011...

I turned to see the most adorable of sights – my Edward on the floor, playing with Frankie. If it were any indication as to how perfect and silly a father he would be, then he was going to rock.

Taking an old shoestring, he dragged it across the floor, just to see Frankie run, stumble, and roll across the carpet, snagging the string with his claws. He would fall over, pulling in with his front claws and kicking out with his back, only for Edward to tug the string again and start all over. It was an endless game.

And if Frankie came to him for play time, he came to me to snuggle. That was never so apparent as the first day Edward and I had slept in the same room together. I had awoken to Edward's warm, strong arms around me, and Frankie nestled between us, purring so very loud with a face of pure happiness.

We'd been dating now since New Year's, and it was perfect. I'd moved my things into his room, turning my old bedroom into the guest room. Other than sharing a bed, bathroom, every thought we had concerning our relationship, and going out on the occasional date, nothing else had changed.

We were perfectly and weirdly the same.

Bad days still required ice cream. We still greeted each other with, "How was your day, dear?" We still lounged on the sofa to watch TV. Edward still worked out three times a week and ran every morning. I still worked at the publishing house, and he was doing a fine job in the advertising department of this father's company. And he still called me...

"Coffee Bean," he chuckled from the living room.

I'd stopped telling him not to call me that. It meant more than just a little joke to me. It meant everything.

"Yeah, love?" I looked up from the vegetables that I was chopping to see his sweet face on the other side of the counter.

"What time can you get away tomorrow?" he asked, slipping onto the stool and stealing a cucumber slice.

"Um, probably around one, because I was only going to work a half day," I said, dumping all of the veggies into the salad bowl. "Why?"

"Well, I know that Alice and Jasper will want us early for the wedding practice and then dinner," he sighed with a one shoulder shrug.

Jasper had asked Alice to marry him a few weeks after New Year's Eve; he'd done it the day that he got the job with Edward at Cullen-Denali. We were both in the wedding – Maid of Honor and Best Man.

"Right." I nodded, pulling out bowls for the soup and salad and setting them in front of him. "Rose and I are supposed to go shopping together. Aren't you and Emmett taking Jazz out?"

"Yeah..." He grimaced, his face showing pure disgust.

"What?" I laughed, shaking my head. "Tell me that Em didn't con you into a strip club..."

His silence was his answer, and I laughed again. "Poor, baby," I teased, sitting down next to him and kissing his temple. "Poor thing has to endure scantily clad women wanting to sit on his lap."

"Oh, stop," he groaned. "The only scantily clad woman I want to see is you, Bean. How do I get out of it?"

"I'll write you a note," I giggled, squirming when he poked my ribs with a deep, sexy chuckle. "Eat," I told him. "We'll figure the rest out later."

Emmett and Rose had married a few months back. He now wanted to drag the other two boys down the same road of debauchery he'd been through. Edward had hated it then, and was in no mood to do it again.

"You know," I sighed, turning to face him. "We could just make the night about friends. I mean, just do everything together. Dinner, dancing, or drinking here...Alice would probably want to be with you, too. And we are in charge...Best Man, Maid of Honor..." I motioned between us. "What we say...goes!" I grinned, stirring my soup.

Edward eyed me, chewing his salad slowly. "You're a genius, you know that?"

"Edward," I snorted, rolling my eyes. "I'd rather spend the evening with everyone. It's a simple solution."

"I know, but..." He smirked, leaning in to kiss me quickly.

"I'm sure they'll all agree. Oh!" I said, pulling my purse to me. "I picked up Jasper's wedding band today. Did you need me to get Alice's while I'm out tomorrow?"

"No." His voice was quiet, subdued as he chewed, and he wasn't quite looking my way. "I got it already."

We were quiet as we finished dinner, and then I started to clean up.

"Leave those," he whispered with a smirk. "I want ice cream."

"Okay," I chuckled, grabbing the spoon.

He fell down onto the sofa, pulling me into his lap, and I fed him the usual first bite. "Mm, Neapolitan." He licked his lips, and I couldn't help but kiss him.

"Yeah, that was because I was unable to decide," I chuckled, taking my own bite.

He reached up and cupped my face, his thumbs stroking my cheek bones. "Do you...um... Do you know what today is?" He swallowed thickly, and I couldn't figure out what was making him nervous.

"Um, Thursday?" I guessed with a shrug.

"Well, yeah, Bella, but there's more to the date," he said, taking the bite I was offering him.

I froze, realizing it was May. "No," I breathed, looking at him with my mouth open as he nodded slowly. "Has it been a year?"

"Yeah," he said, looking a little ashamed about what he'd asked of me a full year ago. "I love you. You know that."

"I love you, too."

"I want...to change what today means," he whispered, pulling me in for a kiss. "Marry me, Coffee Bean."

With that, he pulled out a little box from his pocket.

"You're my best friend, and you'll always come first. I swear. You're my addiction and my reason for living, Bella. You're my Coffee Bean." He smiled so sweetly, because I was already nodding.

"Yeah," I breathed, almost unable to hear my own voice.

"Yeah?" he verified, wearing my favorite crooked smile.

"Definitely," I giggled, setting the ice cream down and kissing him with all that I had.

"I don't want anything big, and I don't want to tarnish Alice's big day, Bella, but I just really want to spend the rest of my life loving you..." he rambled as he placed a simple, but very beautiful ring on my finger.

"So we're keeping this to ourselves?" I teased, kissing his lips as he chuckled.

"Not for long. It's a good secret this time, Bean." He smiled, knowing I was just kidding him. The last secret hadn't been as wholesome as this one was.

"Yeah, but this one is harder to keep," I giggled, kissing him again. "Think we can keep it to ourselves this time?"

He smiled, kissed my ring, and gazed up at me. "After the last year, I think we can do anything we damn well want, Bella."

"It wasn't all bad, Edward... I didn't complain. Much..." I teased, wrapping my arms around his neck as his arms wrapped around my waist. "So really, if what you asked of me last year got me here...then...Happy Anniversary..."

He smiled, and it was heartbreakingly beautiful, reminding me of the boy I'd first met. "Good point. Happy Anniversary, then, Coffee Bean."

With that, I kissed him. I kissed him, because he was my best friend, and meant more to me than anyone else on earth. I kissed him, because he was trying to make up for something that he thought he should, but I'd never really held against him. I kissed him, because he just was too handsome to resist. And finally, I kissed him, because no one made me feel as happy and silly and comfortable and as beautiful as Edward Cullen.

~oOo~

EDWARD

~o~

January 1, 2011...

Waking up with Bella in my arms for the first time was far better than I'd ever imagined it. She would snuggle in closer, her skin gliding along mine under the thick comforter of my bed. She slept peacefully, soundly in my arms, her head on my chest.

Frankie was snuggled in with us, purring so happily, so loudly, that I was sure he'd wake her, but instead, it was me that did.

I couldn't help my arousal, my kisses, my proclamations of love whispered in her ear. I couldn't stop from touching her face with my fingertips, or tangling my legs with hers.

But the absolute best part...was those sleepy, sweet brown eyes opening up to gaze at me, the lazy, sexy smile that crept up her face, and the explorations that her little hands started.

I knew at that very fucking moment, that I never wanted to wake up another way. I needed to wake up with Bella in my arms. I didn't know when or how, but I would make her mine forever.

"Good morning," she purred, her hips grinding against mine, a sweet but so sexy whimper escaping her when I glided my very hard cock through her folds. "Aren't you the morning person?"

I chuckled, nuzzling her neck, all of our now sensual touches and movements sending Frankie from the bed. "I'm afraid that's your fault."

"How's that? I was sleeping."

"Hmm, yeah, but just touching you is another addiction, Coffee Bean..."

"Don't call..." She chuckled, rolling me on top of her. "Yeah...don't stop calling me that...ever."

~o~

December 31, 2011...

I had to fight my smile with that memory, because it was totally at the most inopportune moment. But it truly was the moment I knew that I'd ask Bella to marry me.

I remember the first time I saw her; she was in jeans and a sweater, tugging a thick black coat off of her body in the lunch room of Forks High. I remember the day I knew I was following her to college; she was wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt, sitting on the floor of my sister's bedroom, deciding what to do for her birthday. And I remember the pajamas I peeled off of her the first time we ever made love.

Bella Swan was beautiful to me no matter what she had on.

But nothing beat the sight before me.

Bella was in front of me in creamy white, looking like a princess, or really, the queen that I thought her to be. She glowed as tears welled up in those deep, sweet brown eyes, as the words, "I do," echoed throughout the small room we'd reserved in the very hotel that she'd left me standing in front of over a year prior.

Our wedding was on the anniversary of the day I exclaimed to everyone that she was the only girl I'd ever loved. It was the truth then, and it would always be the truth.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you...Mr. and Mrs. Edward Cullen."

~o~

"Dance with me, Bean," I nearly begged, taking her hand and leading her out onto the dance floor. "Did I tell you that you're the prettiest girl here?"

She giggled, taking my hand and placing her other on my shoulder. "Hmm, that sounds like the same line you used on me the last time we were on this dance floor."

I chuckled, shaking my head, but couldn't resist leaning in for a small kiss. "It was true then, and... My God, it's true now, Bella."

"Thank you, Edward." She blushed, but she was glowing with happiness. "Well, you certainly look handsome. Beats those old ripped jeans you used to have."

"I still haven't forgiven my mother for throwing them away," I sighed dramatically.

"Edward," she snorted, rolling her eyes. "Why on earth did you have such an attachment to those damn jeans?"

"Because," I chuckled, kissing her again, "every time I wore them, you'd make the hole bigger..."

"Shit," she sighed, shaking her head, but looked up at me sweetly. "I love you."

"Love you, too, Coffee Bean."

~oO The End? Oo~

A/N...There you go... It was a super sweet HEA, starting out fairly sad...and it's over...but wait...

I want to say that KyuketsukiInOki thinks she's SOOOO smart! LMAO But she's right and I love her for it...I'm not completely willing to let these two go. So here's what we're gonna do.

I am totally willing to write outtakes for this story. Now, I can't stop my Angel Series, because I'd have a riot on my hands, but I'm not opposed to adding to this story. It will be marked as complete, because it is technically done. And you have the basis of their whole story, their whole lives.

But the question is... What more do you want to hear?

Yeah, this is a way to get reviews from you quiet little readers out there, and there's no stopping my usual loud group of people...God, I love you all...so I want to know what part that you want more of... For example:

Do you want more high school? Or want to know why Renee wasn't around? Or for those beautiful, wicked perverted people – whom I adore! – do you want more lemons from those 7 months of friends w/ benefits? Do you want to know where they went on their honeymoon? Do you want a future take...however, these aren't always easy for me, because writing an old Edward is just...ugh? How about the story of the day Edward moved in with Bella? OR... do you want to hear the angsty shit when Bella was dating Jake or James or Edward was with Victoria, Irina, or even Lauren... OR...would you like to hear the Coffee Bean story? (Okay, so this one may be my first one)

I'm willing to listen to any suggestions, and I know some of you... hem, hem... can't be quiet anyway(especially my awesome peeps on Twitter...come play with us), so talk to me. And have patience, but I'm totally willing to write more on these two. PLEASE keep in mind, I only write in Edward and Bella's POV's... so Frankie's POV is out of the question. Besides, he truly exists, and wouldn't appreciate me putting words in his mouth! ;) In fact, he was involved in this little story in a supervisory level...

Like I said, I have my big project, and this was a little break from that, but I would love to continue it...

Thanks to JenRar for beta'ing this so very quickly.

Again...Happy New Year...and thank you for following this little deviation from my normal routine. And for my AP readers...yeah, yeah...I'm getting to it! o_O

Let me hear from you, really. I'll read every last one of the reviews...and if I decide to use your idea, then I will credit you and let you know first... Love you all... Later...