A/N: I apologize for not posting last night. This past week threw my writing schedule off and before I knew it, it was Friday. I tried to write this last night, but I was exhausted, and it just wasn't coming. I'll post an extra chapter tomorrow to make up for it.

Happy reading!

27

I pulled back to look at his face, sure that I heard him wrong. He's lying there way too calmly for the bomb he just dropped.

"What?" I ask, my voice higher than normal. I blame it on the disbelief that he actually said what I think he did.

He smiles. SMILES! "I said you could move in with me."

"Move in with you?" He nods. "Edward, be serious."

He sighs, exasperated. "I am serious. Not everything I suggest is joke, Swan."

"Have you really thought this through? Moving in together is a big step. I mean, I leave shit everywhere and am terrible at doing the dishes. If it weren't for Alice and Rose, I'd be a mess. That's what you're inviting in." I really was bad at putting things away. Alice always said that I was worse than Jasper.

"I think you're forgetting that I've known you for twenty-two years." He squeezes my sides. "I know exactly how much of a mess you can be, and I still want you to move in with me."

"We're probably going to fight over stupid shit. Like leaving the cap off the toothpaste." He was guilty of that one, and it always drove me crazy. I don't know why.

"I know." He's looking at me in the way that I love. "I want everything with you, Bella. The good and the bad. I want to fight and makeup with you and love you like crazy. It's not going to be easy; I know that. But I kind of like having you around." I laugh. "Besides, recently you've been spending more time at my place than here, anyway. The only difference is your stuff will be there." I hate that he had such a solid argument, there wasn't anything I could punch a hole into. He really had thought it through.

I sigh, looking at his patient face, as he waited for me to think everything over. He really did know me so well. Always knew when I needed a moment to collect myself and wrap my mind around things. Like those two weeks after our night together, he'd given me the space I needed, even though I'm sure it killed him to do it.

I sigh dramatically. "I guess you should start emptying me a drawer, then."

He smiles widely, not bothering to hide his excitement. "Really? You'll invade my space and drive me crazy?"

I laugh as he sits up, kissing my face. "Of course. And you'll drive me crazy, too."

He pulls back to look at me, his hands venturing under the back of my t-shirt to rest against my skin. "I'm so in love with you."

How did he always make me melt? "I love you. So much."

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