One chapter will talk about the past, one about the present until we reach the point where we began with the present. Confusing much? It keeps things interesting. ;)
Same disclaimer applies-Twilight belongs to S.M., but the idea of this story is mine.
Many thanks to my awesome betas and friends - TeamAllTwilight and m0t0b33.
Present time
"This pale rose will look wonderful," Alice says with determination, pointing to a piece of cloth in front of her.
I scowl.
I hate pink.
She loves pink.
It's my wedding.
"I'd still go with the red and black combination."
"Bella! Black, at a wedding?" she exclaims, exasperated.
I guess we're over the customer/client stage.
"B-b-ut I like it."
"Have you seen the pictures from the other weddings?" she asks through gritted teeth.
"Yes," I whisper, feeling chastised.
"Did you like them?"
"Yes."
"That's because I always got my way. I get that you hate pink, but what I'm telling it's not really pink! It's a pale rose. It will go wonderfully for any decoration from chair clothes, tablecloths, balloons and flowers. We can even have some red if you really love it so much. No black, though."
I take a gulp from my coffee-to-go. I need it.
"Show me again the difference between pink and pale rose."
Alice groans. "Are you sure you're a girl? Men have trouble distinguishing the color palette."
"Must have been a guy in another life." I shrug.
She rolls her eyes at me, taking a few pieces of cloth from the table in front of us and explaining to me as if I am stupid which is which.
Of course, she gets her way and my wedding theme is pale rose and burgundy red.
"This means my maid of honor has to wear pin…uh, pale rose?" I ask, suddenly amused.
"Yeah."
I burst in laughter, because I simply can't see Victoria in anything pink or red.
"What's so funny?" Alice asks, narrowing her eyes at me, already scribbling furiously on a notepad.
"Uh, Vic, Edward's younger sister… These colors won't look good on her," I explain.
"Why's that?"
"Her hair is red," I tell her quietly.
Alice eyes me contemplatively for a while then she nods. "When we get to clothes, we'll discuss that in details."
This is only my fifth meeting with her, but I have a feeling we'll need five hundred more to cover everything. Maybe we can get married by the time we reach sixty.
After every time I see Alice, I tell Edward everything, and to my surprise he wants to get involved. He's asking of tux fitting, stag party, my bridal shower, if we'll have a limo taking us to church then to the party…
After a month or so into the planning, I bring Edward with me to meet Alice. We're at the point where we discuss clothes.
The wedding will take place in December because we can't make it an autumn wedding as Edward wanted.
We still have five more months to prepare it.
Edward instantly likes Alice and an hour into discussing tuxes, he already decided on a Calvin Klein three piece and a two piece for his best men. He'll have to go with them and assist them in shopping for their suits, because that's how he rolls.
Now, my turn.
It's gonna hurt, I have a feeling.
We're just looking over dresses online and I feel tired, but when we'll go to see if they fit or if I like them…argh.
I find a few that I like. Edward seems to like the same as me so it's settled—on my next meeting with Alice, we'll go dress shopping. I'm sure Vic will be the happiest considering she's coming along, Rosalie too.
"We really have to go now," Edward says, pocketing his phone. "We have dinner with my parents."
I cringe, because every time we're in the same room as Esme or my Mom the topic is our wedding.
"Oh, that sounds fun," Alice chirps.
"Super fun," I mumble and stand. Edward takes my hand and squeezes it reassuringly.
"Parents always get involved in their children's wedding. I'm expecting your mothers at the dress fitting, Bella. Then, the dads when we go tux shopping," she adds, looking at Edward.
"What? You'll come shopping with me?" he asks, shocked.
"Of course!"
*BH*
"Next Saturday? I can do it." Esme nods, sipping from her cocktail.
"Alright. I'll invite my Mom, too."
She beams at me, patting my arm. "You have no idea how happy I am to see this wedding planning moving forward."
I offer her a tight smile, bringing my glass to my lips.
After the early dinner, Carlisle closed himself in his study with Edward, while I helped Esme with the dishes. Now, we're on the porch, drinking cocktails.
"Tell me about the dresses that caught your eye."
"Uh, they all have some blazer or shawl. It will be winter, after all."
"So you're sure on the winter wedding? I can talk with some friends and find a place for this autumn."
"Esme, we agreed on winter. It's right before Christmas so to allow people to have that holiday with their families. The honeymoon will cover the winter vacation." I smile.
"You two and working." She shakes her head.
"As you know, we both love our jobs."
"True." She nods, smirking at me.
Our men come out of the house, laughing and stumbling over their feet.
When I see they had one too many drinks, I immediately push my glass away. I guess I'm driving tonight.
"Hey, love," Edward whispers, sporting a huge smile as he falls on the swing next to me, rocking us.
Esme giggles and gets up, pulling a chair for her husband before she sits next to him.
We continue talking, thankfully about anything but the wedding until well into the night. It's funny to see my fiancé tipsy. He's a cute drunk when he's not completely trashed or upset.
Esme's sharing memories of baby Edward, making my poor man cringe and burrow into my side, pretending he isn't here.
"The time I left Rosie to babysit them when I had to meet one of my clients…I'll never forget that day." Esme laughs.
"Oh, that sounds juicy," I say eagerly.
"It's not my fault she decided to take a nap while babysitting us," Edward mumbles.
"They put shoe cream on her face and toothpaste on the door handle, but the cherry on the pie was the rope at the top of the stairs."
"Oh, God!" I exclaim. "Did she get hurt?"
"Obviously. She kind of regained her balance, but she sprained her ankle. It was a day before graduation day. She didn't talk to Edward and Victoria for weeks."
"In my defense, it was Vic's idea—the rope." He nods to himself.
"You should have stopped her. Seriously, Rose could have been badly injured. You were what, thirteen at the time?" Esme muses. "Victoria was only four."
"Yeah, yeah. But we had fun. Okay...when I realized Rosalie could have cracked her head...yeah, I panicked," he admits quietly.
We lapse in silence. Carlisle and Esme are nursing their drinks, while Edward's tracing my arm with a finger, kissing my shoulder.
I scratch my nails against his scalp, knowing how he loves it. All I hope is that it doesn't put him to sleep. It will be a bitch to wake him.
"When are you going tux shopping, honey?" Esme asks, making me jump a little.
It's been so quiet.
I guess two hours is too long not to talk about the wedding.
"The weekend after Bella's going for the dress. Alice insists on accompanying us," he answers, only turning his head to look at his mom.
"Are you going with them, too?" she inquiries, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Probably. We'll see. Unless Alice gives me some other task as homework," I joke.
"What's that?" Carlisle asks amused.
"So far I had to choose from a multitude of ballrooms, which decoration style I like, what kind of cake I'd like—we still have to go cake tasting, sweetie." I pat Edward's arm.
"We'll leave early one day next week," he promises, kissing my brow.
"Okay." I grin.
"You seem to really like this wedding planner," Esme notes.
"Unless she unleashes her Nazi driven ways on me, we're best friends."
"That's nice, but still, you shouldn't allow her alone with them." She gives me the look, making me realize where she's headed with this.
"Don't worry." I wave my hand about.
If I learned something from Alice is that she doesn't do one night stands and that she's not a cheater.
I can't believe Esme even thought of something like this.
"I think we should head home, baby. I'm about to fall asleep here," Edward whispers, playing with my fingers.
"Okay, let's go." I get up, tugging him after me. "I'll call you later in the week," I tell Esme.
"That you do, honey. Tell me what cake you decide on."
"Will do." I hug her one-armed and wave to Carlisle who looks half-asleep.
As we walk to the car, I hear them going back inside.
On the way home, Edward seems to freshen up because he's all playful and handsy. I keep swatting him away until we arrive in our driveway—that's when I turn to him, straddling his lap.
It doesn't turn out like I want when I hit my head so hard on the roof of the car that it brings tears to my eyes.
"Fuck, baby," Edward moans, cradling my head in his hands. "Are you hurt?"
I pout, rubbing the bruised spot. "Just my ego—me, the mood killer extraordinaire."
He chuckles, kissing my hairline, hugging me tightly. "Can you get out without hurting yourself further?"
"You mean that time when I spilled out of the car, landing on my face wasn't sexy?" I joke, catching the lobe of his ear between my teeth.
"Don't remind me! I thought you killed yourself."
I smile into his neck before opening his door and carefully getting out. He follows me, shutting the door close, then he grabs my hand and walks quickly to the front door.
Inside, he presses me against the wall, his hands going up my skirt, ripping my panties. I guess old habits die hard. Edward kneels, sticking his head under my skirt, propping one of my legs on his shoulder before he dives in my pussy like a starving man—moaning, sucking, mumbling.
"Whoa, crazy man!" I giggle as his short five o'clock is tickling me.
"Shh. I'm having a conversation with your pussy."
I snort. "And what is it saying? It will claw your eyes out. I'm sure it's all puffy, red and swollen."
"It's purring," he answers seriously, giving it a long lick and making me shudder.
The sounds he extracts from me are so loud they alert Slob of our presence and he starts barking.
"It's us!" I shout to him, gripping Edward's head. I'm so close that not even the dog's barking can turn me off.
For the grand finale, Edward brings two fingers inside me, and I'm done. My whole world is spinning as I come so hard I see black spots for a few minutes after he moves away. There are small shivers racking my body as Edward takes me upstairs.
"I'm kinda hungry. Want something?" he asks after depositing me on the bed.
"You're hungry? We just ate a few hours ago."
"There goes my lame joke," he grumbles. "You should have told me that I just ate, Bella!"
"There's a reason I'm a girl and I think differently. Thank God."
He scowls at me. "Still, are you hungry?"
"No," I moan. "I just wanna sleep."
"No, you don't! I didn't get my way. That was an appetizer." He winks before disappearing from the room.
I wonder what he'll do if I fall asleep before he returns. I won't put it above him to take advantage of my comatose state.
"Sweetie, wake up." I feel a hand shaking my shoulder.
Seriously?
"Bella, wake up!" He hisses into my ear. "Come on, it's late."
"Leave me alone," I mumble, rolling on my other side, draping the blanket over my head.
I hear him laughing.
"You're not getting lucky in the middle of the night," I mumble into the pillow. "Go back to sleep."
This seems to make him laugh harder. "Bella, it's Monday already! It's eight."
"What?" I sit up, looking at him surprised. "Monday?" I ask in disbelief, looking at the clock.
"Yep. You were asleep when I returned from the kitchen so I let you sleep." He shrugs, turning to the mirror to work on his tie.
"God!" I moan, flopping back on the bed. "I'm so tired. Can I skip today?"
"Nope. Boss says you have to come." He smirks at me through the mirror.
I show him the finger, turning around so my ass is in the air.
A second later, a heavy palm connects with my ass cheeks.
"Ow," I mumble, not really hurt, but it's fun to mess with him.
"Get out of the bed, Isabella!" He grabs my hand and pulls, nearly ripping my arm from the socket.
"Jeez. I'm up, alright? Is it a crime to be tired?"
"You're never tired," he states.
"I have a right to be lazy once in a while. Did you make coffee?" I ask on my way to the bathroom.
"Yeah. It's waiting for you downstairs along with a Marlboro and a muffin."
"I love you," I whisper, kissing his cheek before slipping in the bathroom.
By the time I get downstairs we're almost late. My coffee is transferred in a cup-to-go, my muffin is in a paper bag and I can't see my ciggie. It's missing, just like my man.
"Honey?" I call out, grabbing my coffee and muffin.
"Finally," his voice comes from the front door. "Hurry, will you?"
I make my way to him, smiling big when I see him dressed in his grey suit. There's something about this suit...mhmm.
"What the hell happened to you? Seriously, since we moved in together, you're all girly and late is good."
"Not true," I mumble defensively. "I couldn't find my earrings."
"You have ten thousand earrings," he points out, opening the passenger's door for me.
"I wanted those," I huff. "And not another word, okay? Maybe you didn't know how I was before. And you accuse me of being late? Do I have to remind you how long we waited for Victoria when we had to take her and meet the parents at the cabin last Christmas?"
"I take it back," he says quickly, closing my door and rounding the car, getting in.
"Can I have my cigarette?" I beg, though I know his rule about smoking in the car.
"You snooze, you lose."
"Please, pretty please?" I murmur, wrapping my arms around his right arm. "I'll do anything you want. You can make an exception just this one time."
"As tempting as it sounds... One, you will never do what I want. Two, my rule about smoking in the car stands."
"I hate you," I grumble, sinking in my seat, taking a sip of the coffee. At least, he got it just perfect.
PS: Have you read Let's Do Anal entries? I have a story there too. Link: letsdoanal . blogspot . ro/p/entries . html I think you can write com instead of ro, though blogspot changes that for every country. And vote until May 4th. :)
PPS: Pictures in my group as always.
