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One Night in Vegas.

Chapter Six.

Edward's Point of View.

I watched Bella struggled to get out of the car with a smiling on my lips. Her reaction and lack of words assured me that she at least like the house. Just like I knew she would. I removed my seat belt and quickly jumped out of my car and rounded it, watching as she stared up at the house in awe.

"It's beautiful." She breathed out and my smile widened. Beautiful people liked beautiful things.

I stepped forward and placed my hand gently on her shoulder. "I left the garden bare. I thought, perhaps, that would be something you'd like to do on your spare time."

She turned her head and looked up at me with tears in her eyes and I frowned. I never really under stood the tears of joy thing and I definitely didn't know how to deal with them. And what am I going to do if these weren't happy tears? Just because she thought the house was beautiful didn't mean she wanted to live here. Women just didn't make sense.

"Bella?" I murmured softly, brushing the tears from her eyes. "You don't have to. I mean we don't even have to live here if you don't like it. You just have to say so."

Bella shook her head, smiling. "No, I love it." She frowned then and I bit my lip, waiting for her to continue her statement. "Though, I'm not too sure I'm the best person to tend your garden. In fact, it may not survive me."

I chuckled, leaning down and kissing her forehead. "I'm sure it will survive just fine. Now, how about I show you the inside of the house?"

Bella nodded, taking my hand as she turned towards the house. I squeezed her hand, loving the way it felt it mine. I was more than used to this. If she didn't decided to stay at the end of the five months I'm sure I wouldn't be able to handle it. I know I promised to let her go with out a fight, but when the time came I knew it wouldn't end that way. I wasn't going to let it get to that anyway. I would win her heart.

"Edward," She said tugging my hand and I smiled at her. "Come on!" She was already a few steps ahead of me and I could tell that she was anxious to see the rest of the house. I just hope she like it as much as she seemed the like the out side of it.

"Tomorrow I'll set up a credit card in your name." I said taking a step in front of her towards the house. "That way you can decorate the house to your liking. You'll have no limit of course." I pulled the keys from my pocket and unlocked the door, pushing it open and stepping aside. "Considering I decorated it the house probably looks a little bland."

I released Bella's hand as she stepped inside the door, stepping in right behind her and closing the door behind us. By the time I had the door closed I wished I had gotten in before her. Her head was moving from side to side quickly and I wanted to see her expression. I wasn't even sure her eyes were staying in one spot long enough to actually take any thing in.

I followed her through the whole down stairs, never staying in one room too long, and until we got to the kitchen not a single word escaped her mouth. "Oh my god!" She squealed, running over to the walk in refrigerator and pulling the door open. "It's huge!" She poked her head inside only to quickly turn and look at me pouting. "And empty." I laughed.

"Yeah, sorry about that." I said leaning against the sink counter. "I didn't have time to go shopping yet."

Bella sighed then smiled. "That's okay. I'd rather do the shopping myself."

I nodded. "We can go together later." I said, staring at her smiling happily. "We'll if you like." She nodded, still smiling, and took a few steps toward me. She stopped just out of my reach so I pushed myself off the side of the counter and reached out for her, pulling her into my arms. I frowned as she tensed, but quickly relaxed.

"Your house isn't bland." She said, resting her head on my chest and grabbing a hold of my shirt.

I chuckled, pressing my lips on to the top of her head. "Are you sure you really looked? You were moving so fast I wasn't sure you were even looking."

A little sound of annoyance escaped her throat and she moved her head, looking up at me. I looked down into her beautiful chocolate brown eyes, eyebrow raised in question. "What?"

"If I stayed in a room too long I would have lashed out on you in annoyance." She said and I cocked my head to the side.

"Why?" I asked, curious to hear her explanation.

"Because you have everything so damn perfect." She pouted, but that quickly turned in to a smile and she turned in my arms. "But this is by far the most perfect room in the house."

I smiled, amused. "But you haven't seen the up stairs." I reminded her.

She shrugged. "It doesn't matter. No room in this house could even compare to the kitchen."

"You like to cook."

Her smiled brighten as she looked around the room. She seemed to be admiring the island in the middle of the room. "Love it and according to me dad I'm pretty good at it." She frowned then, thinking. "Then again he might be a little biased. That and anyone's cooking is better than his."

I laughed, pulling her back into my arms and to my pleasure she came willingly- fitting in to my arms like she was the missing piece to my puzzle. She completed me. "I'm sure your great."

"Can we go grocery shopping?"

"Now?" I chuckled. I felt her nod against my chest. "Don't you want to see the rest of the house first."

"Later." She said looking up at me again. "I want to put food in your fridge." She said happily and I couldn't deny her.

"Okay."

She squealed again, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing my cheek. "Thank you!" She said, her chocolate eyes glowing with happiness. The simplest things seem to amuse her, but then again they always have...

"You know." She said, staring into my eyes. "When we get back and have everything put away you can show me our room."

I bit my lip before taking a deep breath. "Rooms." I corrected. When I said we were going to do this right, like we were a real couple, and I had meant it. Until she admitted some kind of feelings for me, other than lust, we would be sleeping in separate rooms. And I knew that wouldn't take long. She would be mine before long. Part of her heart was already mine and soon I'd have it completely. Just like she had mine.

Her brows burrowed in confusion. "Rooms? How many rooms do we need?"

"I meant that we have separate rooms Bella."

I'm sorry this is short guys. I've been having issues with writer's block. Yuck. Which explains why this took me so long. And I'm stuck half way through with Chapter 11 of Love is a Battlefield. I'm hoping to get over it within the next day or two. Anyway, please review! Thank you all!