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Edward delighted in the squeal of delight that passed Bella's lips as he lifted her into his arms.
"Edward, what are you doing?"
"I would've thought that was rather obvious," he teased.
"Well… yes…" she stuttered, "but why?"
Again Edward delighted in her resulting blush, wondering what else would make Bella color that way for him.
"It's cold and the playground's covered in snow, so I'm pretending to be the gentleman my mother taught me to be by carrying you to the swing."
"Pretend" was all Edward could do right now—nothing about his thoughts was very gentlemanly at all.
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