DISCLAIMER: The plot belongs to me but all things Twilight belong to the lovely Stephenie Meyer
Edward Seniors point of view in chapter#12
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"Hello?" A perky voice answered.
I pulled the phone from my ear, glancing at the screen. I'm not as young as I used to be but I'm positive I'd dialed my son's number.
"Hello, ma'am." I greeted awkwardly. "Either I have the wrong number or you have my son's phone."
Elizabeth was not going to be happy about this. Whoever this was felt comfortable enough with Edward to answer his phone. More importantly he felt comfortable enough to let her answer it and we hadn't heard about her yet.
"That depends." She chuckled. "Are you looking for Edward Cullen?"
I loosened my tie around my neck, sitting down in one of our plush recliners. I could tell this was going to be a long albeit interesting conversation. I should have called Edward about what to bring to my nephews wedding a lot sooner. Lord knows my wife wishes I had. All week long she'd been fretting about it. We'd met Jasper's fiance only twice- not enough to know her tastes and my wife wanted to get the perfect wedding gift.
"Yes." I answered. "I am."
"Well then, I guess it's nice to meet you, Mr. Cullen."
Why hadn't we met this young woman before? She seemed nice, polite as far as I could tell. Was she his girlfriend? Surely we would have met her if they were serious.
"Thank you." I said thoughtfully. Is this why he'd wanted to visit Forks so early before the wedding? I'd thought he just wanted a vacation. "May I ask who this is?"
"I'm Bella Swan." She introduced herself. That name sounded so familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. Maybe Jasper had told us about her.
"I'm Edward's friend from Forks." She explained. "He left his phone at the coffee shop the other day and I was keeping it safe for him."
Her voice shown with playfulness and I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Oh really?" I grinned. "Am I assuming correctly that my son doesn't know you're 'keeping it safe?'"
She snickered and my grin grew. My son had definitely met his match in this young woman, whoever she was.
"He knows." she practically sang. "He found out about two seconds ago when you called."
I've been a doctor for thirty-two years. I helped raise Edward. I grew up with Carlisle. Not a lot surprised me these days but hit me with a wet fish if I didn't laugh harder than I had in months.
"Well, it is a pleasure to meet you, Bella." I said truthfully, wiping tears from my eyes. "Anyone that can put up with my son's shenanigans is fine in my book. Anyone that can best him is better."
"So, did Edward tell you that he stole my truck?" she asked excitedly.
Everything clicked. Jasper may have said something here and there about Bella but that's not what had drilled that name into my head. My hour long phone conversation where in which my son babbled endlessly about the beautiful young woman who couldn't stand him had done that.
Elizabeth had been horrified when she'd found out Edward had almost been arrested over a prank. Jasper assured her Bella would never really call the police. And he had almost sounded sure of it. Elizabeth conference called them to lecture about the difference between pulling a prank when you're twelve and when you're a full fledged adult. I don't think they were even fully convinced about the adult thing.
I guess the feisty Bella Swan had changed her mind about hating him after all. Either that or my son's persistence had gotten to her.
"You're the one he's always talking about."
"Hi, Dad." Edward's voice abruptly greeted me.
I chuckled.
"Decided we'd chatted enough, huh son?" I teased. "You were right though; she's not going to take any of your monkey business. At least not without retribution."
"Yeah, she thinks she's pretty clever too."
"Quite entertaining friend you've acquired." I approved. "I hope we'll get to meet her at Jasper's wedding."
"She told you we were friends, did she?"
I grinned, amused. He wasn't even talking to me any more. Not really. It seems I had called during a battle of sorts.
"I don't know what to tell you, Dad." he continued. "I think she's in love with me."
I shook my head.
"Stop teasing the girl." I admonished. Although from what I'd witnessed she could more than take care of herself.
He laughed.
"Oh, we're making her blush."
"I hope you're treating this young woman with respect, Edward." I said, not truly worrying. His mother and I had raised him right. "She seems like a good match for you."
I paused.
"Are you serious about her?" I asked, truly curious. Edward never really told us about woman in his life, not even ones he was seeing. Well he told Elizabeth I suppose but he'd never spoken so animatedly of anyone before. So I'm assuming he was.
"I am." he said, all laughter gone from his voice.
I smiled. I knew that tone. I had used it when I met Elizabeth. My brother sounded the same when talking about Esme. And I caught it in Jasper's voice the few times I had asked about his fiance, Alice. If I didn't know any better I'd say my son was smitten.
"Your mother is going to be begging to be the first born's name sake if you use that tone with her." I chuckled.
It only seemed fair to let Bella see him blush now after all.
"Okay. Bey." he rushed.
Before I could say anything else the phone clicked and there was nothing but dial tone.
I laughed, shutting my own phone. It looks like I'd have to ask about Jasper's wedding later but that's okay. As soon as I told Elizabeth about this she'd have him back on the phone in no time.
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Sunday, March 28, 2010
JPOV of Chapter#11
DISCLAIMER: The plot belongs to me but all things Twilight belong to the lovely Stephenie Meyer
This is something I wrote for those who recommended my story to others. They have all read it and now I'm posting it here too. I hope you like it
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I loved my Alice. I loved her more than words could ever explain. But she was talking about the wedding again. Again. It's not that I don't want to discuss the wedding. I just didn't want to discuss the specific shade of the ribbon that would be wrapped around her bouquet for an entire afternoon...
I sighed.
"I'm going to call my cousin." I said, stretching. He'd been gone all morning- said he needed to get some errands done. In reality he was leaving me alone with all the wedding madness. What errands did he have? He was on vacation. "He's probably losing his mind without work."
Alice pouted.
"But we were talking about the wedding."
I leaned down and kissed the top of her head.
"I know, darlin'." I said, letting the accent that she loved so much come out a little thicker. "But I trust your judgment 110%. You have such an eye for these things."
She knew what I was doing. Of course she did- she was Alice. But she let me butter her up all the same. I let me lips linger on her black spiky hair.
"I feel kind of guilty about neglecting my cousin." I continued. And I really would but he wasn't too upset. It gave him more time to fawn over our little Bella in peace. "It's the first time he's visited Forks you know."
She sighed.
"Fine." She allowed. "Go play with the boys. I'll call Rose and have her help me pick it out. Then we'll go over it when you get home."
I nodded readily.
"Thank you, darlin'." I drawled, turning her around and kissing her soft lips. "I love you."
I used to have balls. It seems my soon to be little wifey had taken them when I was sleeping or something. It really should bother me more than it does.
"I love you too." She breathed, griping my shoulders and then pushing me playfully away.
"Mention Bella when you talk to him, would you?" She asked, already distracted again with wedding details.
I froze, my phone half out of my pocket.
"Why would I do that?" I asked.
She shrugged.
"Alice."
She refused to meet me eyes. Oh no. I knew that look. She was planning something.
"Didn't we agree not to push them?" I demanded.
She shot me a look.
"I'm not pushing." She insisted.
I raised one eyebrow, staring down my lovely fiance- who just so happened to be shooting me daggers. She was so beautiful when she was angry.
"So why am I mentioning Bella?" I asked again.
"I'm not pushing." She repeated firmly. "I'm aiding them. I'm helping them to the conclusion they will eventually reach by themselves anyway."
I scoffed. Aiding them? Isn't that punishable by law? Aiding and abetting.
"If they're going to be together anyway why are we interfering?"
"Helping." She corrected me. "Because they're moving too dang slow! Bella is being so stubborn."
"Bella is always stubborn, my dear." I chuckled.
She cracked a smile, rolling her eyes and turning back to her wedding portfolio.
"I'll see if it comes up." I met her half way.
She sighed.
"Fine." She relented. "But you need to make sure they end up together." She added stubbornly.
Bella wasn't the only guilty one.
I smirked.
"How am I supposed to do that?"
She huffed, shooting me a look over her shoulder- a short black lock of hair falling onto her forehead.
"He's your cousin."
I shook my head. Since when does Edward listen to anyone? Once he's made a decision he's going to stick with it no matter what you say. Me being family wasn't going to change that.
"I don't think the problem lays with Edward." I reminded her. Edward was enamored with Bella. That was obvious. Although stealing Bella's truck probably wasn't the right way to start off a stable relationship.
"But I will try." I promised, brushing the lock of hair off of her forehead and kissing the pale stretch of soft skin.
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"Hey, Jasper."
I frowned, looking at my phone. I knew that voice. He was extremely proud of himself. Was running errands that fulfilling?
"Hey, man." I greeted, watching Alice through the window from where I sat on the back porch.
She was talking to herself, no doubt under her breath as she always did when she was in full out planning mood. I chuckled as I watched her beautiful lithe frame dance around our living room as she pinned designs here and waltzed over to her portfolio to rethink something for the thousandth time. Bella was going to kill her if she changed her mind on something she had already filled away under resolved.
Speaking of Bella... I really needed to think of a way to bring her up. Although I don't know what I was going to say. 'Hey, cuz. You know how you're drooling over Bella every second of every day but she pretends not to like you? Well could you try harder? It'd really make Alice happy.'
"I think I talked to you more when you lived states away." I said. "And thanks for running out this morning when Alice pulled out the wedding planning book, Eddie." I added, knowing how much he hated the childhood nickname.
He chuckled.
"Just a second, Jasper." He said, easily avoiding my accusation. "Bella's waving her hands around like she's trying to land a Boeing 447."
I frowned.
Bella? He was with Bella? I thought he was running errands. Is that where he had disappeared to yesterday too?
That was... odd.
"Bella?" I asked. "Why are you with Bella?"
He didn't reply to me although I could hear his muffled voice addressing someone else, presumably Bella.
"Are you two plotting evil again?" I accused. "Because I really don't think the world can take any more of your prank partnership."
He still ignored me. There wasn't any more muffled talking either. Had he hung up on me? I actually looked at the screen for a second before pulling it back to my ear. What was going on with those two?
"Jasper, Bella wants to talk to you." He said finally.
This was not good.
"Does she look mad?" I checked. I had already tested my luck with Alice today. If Bella was mad too they would gang up on me later and I'd have to sleep with one eye open, something I had actually mastered in our college years. The girls would stay in to drink, not trusting some frat boy not to take advantage if they went out.(I'd love to have seen them try. I was a sucker with the girls. I'll admit it. But I have no problem kicking some guy's ass for them.) But after they were done with the drinking they would get bored and Alice and Rosalie had a key to mine and Emmett's dorm. A drunk Alice, Bella, and Rosalie was something to be feared by people everywhere.
"I think I'm in trouble."
I snickered. My big cousin was sounding almost scared right now. I guess it runs in the family.
My father is one of the most steal nerved people I knew but he couldn't say no to my mother if she really wanted something. Our women were definitely the only acceptable weakness among the men of the Cullen family.
Before I could say anything else to my poor cousin Bella's voice wafted over the phone lines.
"He's stalking me."
I laughed. She was getting defensive before I'd even said anything? Interesting.
"And that makes you the innocent, victim-like, stalkee does it?" I asked, amused. Bella as a victim? It just made me laugh harder. We all knew she could take care of herself.
"Undoubtedly." She agreed.
She must have heard something in my laughter that told her I didn't believe a thing her lying mouth was saying because she sighed.
"Don't tell Alice." She pleaded.
I continued to laugh. She sounded so desperate. At least I wasn't the only one that feared an angry Alice.
"Why would I keep something from my Alice?" I asked. We didn't have secrets. She knew that.
"Because she'd torture me until the day I die?" She supplied.
I nodded. It was true. I wouldn't say she 'tortured' per se but she definitely would take this information and run with it. Especially since she was already trying to 'help them along.' If she knew they were together now and probably last night too(I was not thinking about it. Not thinking about it...) she would stop planning our wedding and start with theirs.
"Because I'd owe for life?" She tried again.
I smirked.
"Hmm." I pretended to think. "That's a very tempting offer."
I was thinking the next time Alice wanted to go on a day trip to Seattle to shop Bella could stop pretending to be sick so I didn't get drug along. That would be nice. She always chooses super bowl weekend for some reason. She says the stores are less crowded. I am not missing the next game. I'm not.
"But then again," I came to my senses. "Alice has the power to make my life hell too, Bells. And if she finds out I kept something from her..."
I shuddered.
"She won't find out?"
I don't know why she even tried.
"Bella." I admonished. "Alice knows everything."
Bella finally caved and laughed lightly before sighing.
"Can you help me out here at all?" She was begging again. She must be really desperate for Alice not to find out. Bella doesn't beg. Something about her self respect boy-cotting her? Who knew with Bella really?
"After all," she added. "I am the one who pointed you out to Alice that first day on the football field."
I rolled my eyes. Alice loved to tell this story, especially in front of groups of people we hadn't known for long.
"You were laughing at me because I fell." I reminded her dryly. It was the first day of try outs okay? I was nervous and the field was muddy because it had rained that morning. But the story will follow me to my grave because Alice calls it the first moment she knew we were supposed to be together. Luckily she had the decency to look past my failing on the field to my perfect rear. And thankfully the coach could see past my fall to my perfect spiral throw.
"Please."
With the begging again? I was starting to think she was hiding something big. What were they doing?
"This is between you and my cousin." I said. I don't want to know. "I won't say anything unless she asks."
Bella squealed into the phone. This was going to come back to haunt me. I just knew it.
"Awe, Jasper." She gushed. "Thank-"
"Don't get too excited." I interrupted her. She was making it seem like I was doing some big favor for her. Nope, I didn't know anything so I had nothing to tell. It was as simple as that. Although if Alice asked me...
"I love you but if she asks I will sing like a canary."
She snickered.
"That's just fine, canary." She allowed. "But no offering her any theories."
I would not be theorizing. Nope. My cousin and the girl I saw as my sister was not something I wanted to think about.
"And you don't offer up any details." I added a condition. Then I smirked. Then again what good is a sister if you couldn't mess with her every once in a while? "If you end up preggo with any freaky haired babies I have two words for you-"
"Shut up!" She hissed.
I laughed. She was mortified. Maybe I could have some fun with this after all. If I was going to be 'helping' I might as well use my friends for my amusement- watch them squirm in awkwardness. I never claimed to be a good human being.
"The stork." I finished, feeling pretty smug. It was no easy task to make Bella uncomfortable and I could just envision her blush from here.
"I've got to go." She said smoothly. It didn't work. I could sense the embarrassment in her voice.
"Edward is looking really impatient. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable but your call kind of interrupted something I'd really like to finish."
And then the line went dead.
Nightmares!
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This is something I wrote for those who recommended my story to others. They have all read it and now I'm posting it here too. I hope you like it
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I loved my Alice. I loved her more than words could ever explain. But she was talking about the wedding again. Again. It's not that I don't want to discuss the wedding. I just didn't want to discuss the specific shade of the ribbon that would be wrapped around her bouquet for an entire afternoon...
I sighed.
"I'm going to call my cousin." I said, stretching. He'd been gone all morning- said he needed to get some errands done. In reality he was leaving me alone with all the wedding madness. What errands did he have? He was on vacation. "He's probably losing his mind without work."
Alice pouted.
"But we were talking about the wedding."
I leaned down and kissed the top of her head.
"I know, darlin'." I said, letting the accent that she loved so much come out a little thicker. "But I trust your judgment 110%. You have such an eye for these things."
She knew what I was doing. Of course she did- she was Alice. But she let me butter her up all the same. I let me lips linger on her black spiky hair.
"I feel kind of guilty about neglecting my cousin." I continued. And I really would but he wasn't too upset. It gave him more time to fawn over our little Bella in peace. "It's the first time he's visited Forks you know."
She sighed.
"Fine." She allowed. "Go play with the boys. I'll call Rose and have her help me pick it out. Then we'll go over it when you get home."
I nodded readily.
"Thank you, darlin'." I drawled, turning her around and kissing her soft lips. "I love you."
I used to have balls. It seems my soon to be little wifey had taken them when I was sleeping or something. It really should bother me more than it does.
"I love you too." She breathed, griping my shoulders and then pushing me playfully away.
"Mention Bella when you talk to him, would you?" She asked, already distracted again with wedding details.
I froze, my phone half out of my pocket.
"Why would I do that?" I asked.
She shrugged.
"Alice."
She refused to meet me eyes. Oh no. I knew that look. She was planning something.
"Didn't we agree not to push them?" I demanded.
She shot me a look.
"I'm not pushing." She insisted.
I raised one eyebrow, staring down my lovely fiance- who just so happened to be shooting me daggers. She was so beautiful when she was angry.
"So why am I mentioning Bella?" I asked again.
"I'm not pushing." She repeated firmly. "I'm aiding them. I'm helping them to the conclusion they will eventually reach by themselves anyway."
I scoffed. Aiding them? Isn't that punishable by law? Aiding and abetting.
"If they're going to be together anyway why are we interfering?"
"Helping." She corrected me. "Because they're moving too dang slow! Bella is being so stubborn."
"Bella is always stubborn, my dear." I chuckled.
She cracked a smile, rolling her eyes and turning back to her wedding portfolio.
"I'll see if it comes up." I met her half way.
She sighed.
"Fine." She relented. "But you need to make sure they end up together." She added stubbornly.
Bella wasn't the only guilty one.
I smirked.
"How am I supposed to do that?"
She huffed, shooting me a look over her shoulder- a short black lock of hair falling onto her forehead.
"He's your cousin."
I shook my head. Since when does Edward listen to anyone? Once he's made a decision he's going to stick with it no matter what you say. Me being family wasn't going to change that.
"I don't think the problem lays with Edward." I reminded her. Edward was enamored with Bella. That was obvious. Although stealing Bella's truck probably wasn't the right way to start off a stable relationship.
"But I will try." I promised, brushing the lock of hair off of her forehead and kissing the pale stretch of soft skin.
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"Hey, Jasper."
I frowned, looking at my phone. I knew that voice. He was extremely proud of himself. Was running errands that fulfilling?
"Hey, man." I greeted, watching Alice through the window from where I sat on the back porch.
She was talking to herself, no doubt under her breath as she always did when she was in full out planning mood. I chuckled as I watched her beautiful lithe frame dance around our living room as she pinned designs here and waltzed over to her portfolio to rethink something for the thousandth time. Bella was going to kill her if she changed her mind on something she had already filled away under resolved.
Speaking of Bella... I really needed to think of a way to bring her up. Although I don't know what I was going to say. 'Hey, cuz. You know how you're drooling over Bella every second of every day but she pretends not to like you? Well could you try harder? It'd really make Alice happy.'
"I think I talked to you more when you lived states away." I said. "And thanks for running out this morning when Alice pulled out the wedding planning book, Eddie." I added, knowing how much he hated the childhood nickname.
He chuckled.
"Just a second, Jasper." He said, easily avoiding my accusation. "Bella's waving her hands around like she's trying to land a Boeing 447."
I frowned.
Bella? He was with Bella? I thought he was running errands. Is that where he had disappeared to yesterday too?
That was... odd.
"Bella?" I asked. "Why are you with Bella?"
He didn't reply to me although I could hear his muffled voice addressing someone else, presumably Bella.
"Are you two plotting evil again?" I accused. "Because I really don't think the world can take any more of your prank partnership."
He still ignored me. There wasn't any more muffled talking either. Had he hung up on me? I actually looked at the screen for a second before pulling it back to my ear. What was going on with those two?
"Jasper, Bella wants to talk to you." He said finally.
This was not good.
"Does she look mad?" I checked. I had already tested my luck with Alice today. If Bella was mad too they would gang up on me later and I'd have to sleep with one eye open, something I had actually mastered in our college years. The girls would stay in to drink, not trusting some frat boy not to take advantage if they went out.(I'd love to have seen them try. I was a sucker with the girls. I'll admit it. But I have no problem kicking some guy's ass for them.) But after they were done with the drinking they would get bored and Alice and Rosalie had a key to mine and Emmett's dorm. A drunk Alice, Bella, and Rosalie was something to be feared by people everywhere.
"I think I'm in trouble."
I snickered. My big cousin was sounding almost scared right now. I guess it runs in the family.
My father is one of the most steal nerved people I knew but he couldn't say no to my mother if she really wanted something. Our women were definitely the only acceptable weakness among the men of the Cullen family.
Before I could say anything else to my poor cousin Bella's voice wafted over the phone lines.
"He's stalking me."
I laughed. She was getting defensive before I'd even said anything? Interesting.
"And that makes you the innocent, victim-like, stalkee does it?" I asked, amused. Bella as a victim? It just made me laugh harder. We all knew she could take care of herself.
"Undoubtedly." She agreed.
She must have heard something in my laughter that told her I didn't believe a thing her lying mouth was saying because she sighed.
"Don't tell Alice." She pleaded.
I continued to laugh. She sounded so desperate. At least I wasn't the only one that feared an angry Alice.
"Why would I keep something from my Alice?" I asked. We didn't have secrets. She knew that.
"Because she'd torture me until the day I die?" She supplied.
I nodded. It was true. I wouldn't say she 'tortured' per se but she definitely would take this information and run with it. Especially since she was already trying to 'help them along.' If she knew they were together now and probably last night too(I was not thinking about it. Not thinking about it...) she would stop planning our wedding and start with theirs.
"Because I'd owe for life?" She tried again.
I smirked.
"Hmm." I pretended to think. "That's a very tempting offer."
I was thinking the next time Alice wanted to go on a day trip to Seattle to shop Bella could stop pretending to be sick so I didn't get drug along. That would be nice. She always chooses super bowl weekend for some reason. She says the stores are less crowded. I am not missing the next game. I'm not.
"But then again," I came to my senses. "Alice has the power to make my life hell too, Bells. And if she finds out I kept something from her..."
I shuddered.
"She won't find out?"
I don't know why she even tried.
"Bella." I admonished. "Alice knows everything."
Bella finally caved and laughed lightly before sighing.
"Can you help me out here at all?" She was begging again. She must be really desperate for Alice not to find out. Bella doesn't beg. Something about her self respect boy-cotting her? Who knew with Bella really?
"After all," she added. "I am the one who pointed you out to Alice that first day on the football field."
I rolled my eyes. Alice loved to tell this story, especially in front of groups of people we hadn't known for long.
"You were laughing at me because I fell." I reminded her dryly. It was the first day of try outs okay? I was nervous and the field was muddy because it had rained that morning. But the story will follow me to my grave because Alice calls it the first moment she knew we were supposed to be together. Luckily she had the decency to look past my failing on the field to my perfect rear. And thankfully the coach could see past my fall to my perfect spiral throw.
"Please."
With the begging again? I was starting to think she was hiding something big. What were they doing?
"This is between you and my cousin." I said. I don't want to know. "I won't say anything unless she asks."
Bella squealed into the phone. This was going to come back to haunt me. I just knew it.
"Awe, Jasper." She gushed. "Thank-"
"Don't get too excited." I interrupted her. She was making it seem like I was doing some big favor for her. Nope, I didn't know anything so I had nothing to tell. It was as simple as that. Although if Alice asked me...
"I love you but if she asks I will sing like a canary."
She snickered.
"That's just fine, canary." She allowed. "But no offering her any theories."
I would not be theorizing. Nope. My cousin and the girl I saw as my sister was not something I wanted to think about.
"And you don't offer up any details." I added a condition. Then I smirked. Then again what good is a sister if you couldn't mess with her every once in a while? "If you end up preggo with any freaky haired babies I have two words for you-"
"Shut up!" She hissed.
I laughed. She was mortified. Maybe I could have some fun with this after all. If I was going to be 'helping' I might as well use my friends for my amusement- watch them squirm in awkwardness. I never claimed to be a good human being.
"The stork." I finished, feeling pretty smug. It was no easy task to make Bella uncomfortable and I could just envision her blush from here.
"I've got to go." She said smoothly. It didn't work. I could sense the embarrassment in her voice.
"Edward is looking really impatient. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable but your call kind of interrupted something I'd really like to finish."
And then the line went dead.
Nightmares!
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EPOV of chapter#16
DISCLAIMER: The plot belongs to me but all things Twilight belong to the lovely Stephenie Meyer.
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"Whatever that is put it out of my misery." Someone grumbled.
I didn't even know what they were talking about. I was having a wonderful dream about being stranded in a strawberry patch with a certain brown haired beauty and I'd just convinced her of a very entertaining way to preserve body heat.
But there was an incessant ringing in my strawberry patch.
"Phone." I grumbled sleepily.
"Well make it stop." Someone muttered. It sounded an awful lot like my brown haired beauty. I needed to get back to her but the ringing continued and so did the ringing in my ears now that I thought of it. God, my head was pounding.
"Ssh." I hissed foolishly- as if I could silence the phone just by asking it nicely. "Sleeping."
And then miracles of miracles the ringing did stop, the phone ringing anyway. My head, unfortunately kept buzzing away.
"Hm, Bella." I mumbled, running my nose along her jawbone in my dream. I imagined her snaky little smirk as she looked at me from heavy lashes. Feisty.
"Edward?" My angel shrieked.
I blinked but the rays of light were coming in too bright. I was still hovering on the edge of sleep.
"Go back to sleep, baby." I soothed, already sinking myself into the oblivion of sleep.
"Wake up!" This time it was a shouted demand and I shot up as it was followed by a very painful smack to the head.
I was fully awake now.
"Jesus, Bella!" I grumbled as the brown eyes I had just been dreaming about stared at me.
These weren't sultry though, they were... furious. What had I done this time? I'd been sleeping!
"Not the way any guy wants their girl to wake them up."
I knew as soon as the words were out that they were not the right ones to say in this moment. She reached back to hit me with her pillow again and I snatched it quickly. Someone wasn't a morning person. I added that to my ever growing list of things I knew about this captivating woman. I thrilled with learning even the smallest of details. She was the most interesting person I knew- and the most violent.
But then something clicked.
"Wait. What are you doing over here?" I asked, not that I was complaining. But I didn't even remember finding my way into bed now that I thought about it. All I remembered was that determined glint in my girls eye as she swore she could and would out drink me. I almost scoffed. She weighed maybe 120 pounds soaking wet. There was no way she had succeeded. But if we had gotten drunk(obviously) and she crawled in with me...
I looked down quickly. I knew there was no way I would have denied this girl anything, especially if I was drunk.
"I'm over here because it's my bed." She huffed as I realized that yes, we were still dressed.
"Why are you over here?"
I frowned. That wasn't right.
"No." I said slowly, shaking my head. "You chose the bed on the left. This is my bed."
Realisation dawned on her indignant face proceeded by horror. I smirked. Now this was an interesting development.
"Well, Ms. Swan," I drawled, leaning back against the headboard. "I'm not sure whether to feel flattered or violated."
I wouldn't mind if she wanted to violate me a little more, I snickered as I thought back to my dream.
"Shut up!" She hissed, smacking my arm as if she could hear my thoughts. "We have bigger problems to deal with here."
She gulped as she looked at me and I frowned, confused. What was going on here? Bella looked... scared? I instantly felt protective.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, beginning to feel panicked. My Bella never looked scared. DB was devious and beautiful- she was never scared. At least I'd never seen it before. "Bella? What's wrong?"
She took a deep breath as if preparing and then lifted her left hand without a word. Of course I had to fall in love with not only the most gorgeous and feisty woman I'd ever met, but also the most confusing. But then something on her finer caught the sun from the window and all the air left my lungs with a single expletive.
I'd never been one for cursing. My mother, and my aunt Esme for that matter, would have washed my mouth out with soap. But it seemed strangely appropriate in this moment.
Well, I hadn't been expecting that! A ring that matched her own, a single band of silver, ran along my own ring finger and I gulped. She was going to kill me this time.
"My sentiments exactly." She nodded and I couldn't help but think she was agreeing with my thoughts more than my words.
She really was going to kill me. She had made a habit of threatening over the weeks that we'd known each other but it never really bothered me. It was more a form of endearment really. But this time she really was going to kill me.
"Tequila!" She groaned, slapping her forehead. "Ouch!"
I was about to ask if she was okay but then she was off and running through a rant that left her breathless and me dazed. I didn't even understand most of what she was saying she was speaking so quickly. I caught something about evil trolls, and Rosalie being a witch, and her getting a tattoo but I was still too stunned to crack a joke about her fairytale land vocabulary or ever ask where she was planning to get said tattoo.
"We're..." I gulped, trying to process. "Married?"
"You buffoon." She grumbled and I looked down, surprised to see her sprawled across the bed on her back, rubbing her temples as if my stupidity actually pained her. And I'm not denying the stupidity thing because clearly I was about as stupid as you can get without needing to actually be institutionalized. "I'm married to a buffoon."
Married? I hadn't really had time to think of whether I wanted to marry Bella or not in the weeks that I had known her because I had been using so much time just trying to get her to admit that she didn't hate me. But the thought had crossed my mind that I wanted her forever.
She was beautiful, and sexy, and she didn't let me get away with anything. She matched every one of my remarks or pranks with one of her own and sometimes she even beat me. I don't know why that was such a turn on but it most definitely was. I'd spent my entire life being fawned over by woman who were nothing but brainless bimbos who would agree with any little nonsensical thing I sprouted off with. I know it sounds cocky and Bella would probably make me pay for it if she'd heard me but it was true. It was more than refreshing to be able to tease someone that could take it and give it right back. She was smart, and witty, and fun. She was perfect. As soon as I'd seen her fiery glare as she demanded I give her keys back I'd been hooked.
But all I got out was, "Married?"
She growled.
"You say that one more time, Edward, and I swear to God I will strangle you with my bare hands."
See what I mean? It's an endearment really.
"Are you sure you're not just trying to get my life insurance policy, Mrs. Cullen?" I grinned, knowing that she was about to lose it.
She lunged before I had time to brace myself and we both went flying onto the bed. She pounded on me with her little fists for a while as she gave me what for. I loved a girl with fire.
"We're married." She screeched, although it didn't escape my notice that I'd just gotten in trouble for bringing this up. "Married! Do you know what this means?"
"I think so." I said slowly, her fists still flailing. "But I'm not going to say it." I formed manacles around her tiny wrists with my hands, stopping her on slot and gave her a small smile, hoping to soften her up a little bit. "I wouldn't want you to strangle me with your bare hands."
She sighed, laying her head on my chest as if she was just too tired to hold it up anymore and I stroked her hair. I had really done it this time. Because if we woke up married in Vegas I knew who had suggested it and it most definitely wasn't Bella. I can't believe I was so stupid, even if I was drunk. I had wanted to take this slow and just enjoy being with her. I had even been wearing down her resolve little by little- I could tell in the way that she welcomed my hand in hers and sent smiles my way when she thought no one was watching. I could also tell in the way that she sent that hotel receptionist glares when she thought she had been staring for too long although I'm pretty sure she was actually looking at Emmett. I wasn't going to correct her. I loved a jealous Bella and I hoped I got to see a lot more of her in the future- she was hot. But now we were married and she was going to feel rushed, she'd demand we get it annulled. I could almost see the panicked, caged animal, look in her face.
"What are we going to do?" She sighed.
She definitely sounded miserable. She didn't want to be married. Of course she didn't! What girl wants to be married to someone they've known for so little a time?
I sighed.
"Just remember when we're figuring out alimony I am a poor man."
She let out a tired chuckle and propped herself in her hands on my chest. She looked like she belonged there. I wish she'd never move.
"Aren't you going to freak out even a little?" she asked, looking genuinely curious.
"I was considering it." I admitted although it was for a different reason than she was thinking. I'd already realized I was in love with her and I wouldn't mind keeping her with me for the rest of my life but I had also realized that anything like that was going to take time with Bella. It had taken almost every waking hour for weeks to get her to agree to date me. Anything that happened this fast would surely freak her out and chase her away.
"But I decided to get you through your melt down first." I continued truthfully.
She surprised me then by kissing me softly.
"Thank you for thinking of me." She whispered. "I'm sorry I'm being such high maintenance."
"I like you anyway." I teased, grinning against her lips.
"What?" She smirked, pulling back. "No love?"
She frowned abruptly as she thought and I cringed, knowing she was probably remembering something and hoping it wasn't anything to ruin her playful mood.
"You love me!" She screeched.
I paled. How did she know that?
"What?" I choked.
She pointed at me accusingly.
"You love me." She repeated. "You love me like Alice loves Jasymine."
I frowned.
"Who is Jasmine?" I asked, hoping to distract her from the fact that yes- I did love her. She chuckled, telling me I'd mispronounced the name and I said that Jasper was going to kill him. No one messed with Alice.
"Jasper is Jazymine." she chuckled and something about that reminded me. I don't know if it's the giggly voice she used as she said the name or just someone up there decided to cut me a break but suddenly I knew what she was talking about. I remembered the muddled conversation we'd had after, yes- I'd beaten her at the drinking challenge. I smoothed my expression with the joy that I had admitted my love and that she'd said it back. Actually she'd said it first!
"Well, there's one less murder we have to worry about."
"What other murders are we worried about?" She asked. I almost laughed. She sounded suspicious as if I was going to confess to some horrible crime. I thought for half a second about fabricating some far fetched story about a brother I used to have. I warned him time and again Bella not to touch my CD collection but he just wouldn't leave it alone. What was I supposed to do?
But knowing her she'd probably think I was serious and turn me in.
"You're not going to kill me?" I asked in stead.
"Was it your idea?" She asked after thinking.
I shrugged, might as well be honest.
"I don't know." I said honestly but it didn't sound like anything she'd suggest. I mean I had gone so far as to tease her about it the other day. It had to have been my idea.
We lay there in peaceable silence for a change and I ran my fingers through her hair. I loved her.
I had already come to this conclusion a while ago, around the time she helped with my prank against Emmett actually. But it was still a stunning thought. I was holding the woman I loved in my arms and I wasn't going to let go. Somehow I would convince her not to run. I'd convince her to give us a chance and then I'd convince her that we belonged despite the arguments, and the bickering, the pro/con lists, Oliver Twist and all of our other disagreements. We belonged together.
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"Whatever that is put it out of my misery." Someone grumbled.
I didn't even know what they were talking about. I was having a wonderful dream about being stranded in a strawberry patch with a certain brown haired beauty and I'd just convinced her of a very entertaining way to preserve body heat.
But there was an incessant ringing in my strawberry patch.
"Phone." I grumbled sleepily.
"Well make it stop." Someone muttered. It sounded an awful lot like my brown haired beauty. I needed to get back to her but the ringing continued and so did the ringing in my ears now that I thought of it. God, my head was pounding.
"Ssh." I hissed foolishly- as if I could silence the phone just by asking it nicely. "Sleeping."
And then miracles of miracles the ringing did stop, the phone ringing anyway. My head, unfortunately kept buzzing away.
"Hm, Bella." I mumbled, running my nose along her jawbone in my dream. I imagined her snaky little smirk as she looked at me from heavy lashes. Feisty.
"Edward?" My angel shrieked.
I blinked but the rays of light were coming in too bright. I was still hovering on the edge of sleep.
"Go back to sleep, baby." I soothed, already sinking myself into the oblivion of sleep.
"Wake up!" This time it was a shouted demand and I shot up as it was followed by a very painful smack to the head.
I was fully awake now.
"Jesus, Bella!" I grumbled as the brown eyes I had just been dreaming about stared at me.
These weren't sultry though, they were... furious. What had I done this time? I'd been sleeping!
"Not the way any guy wants their girl to wake them up."
I knew as soon as the words were out that they were not the right ones to say in this moment. She reached back to hit me with her pillow again and I snatched it quickly. Someone wasn't a morning person. I added that to my ever growing list of things I knew about this captivating woman. I thrilled with learning even the smallest of details. She was the most interesting person I knew- and the most violent.
But then something clicked.
"Wait. What are you doing over here?" I asked, not that I was complaining. But I didn't even remember finding my way into bed now that I thought about it. All I remembered was that determined glint in my girls eye as she swore she could and would out drink me. I almost scoffed. She weighed maybe 120 pounds soaking wet. There was no way she had succeeded. But if we had gotten drunk(obviously) and she crawled in with me...
I looked down quickly. I knew there was no way I would have denied this girl anything, especially if I was drunk.
"I'm over here because it's my bed." She huffed as I realized that yes, we were still dressed.
"Why are you over here?"
I frowned. That wasn't right.
"No." I said slowly, shaking my head. "You chose the bed on the left. This is my bed."
Realisation dawned on her indignant face proceeded by horror. I smirked. Now this was an interesting development.
"Well, Ms. Swan," I drawled, leaning back against the headboard. "I'm not sure whether to feel flattered or violated."
I wouldn't mind if she wanted to violate me a little more, I snickered as I thought back to my dream.
"Shut up!" She hissed, smacking my arm as if she could hear my thoughts. "We have bigger problems to deal with here."
She gulped as she looked at me and I frowned, confused. What was going on here? Bella looked... scared? I instantly felt protective.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, beginning to feel panicked. My Bella never looked scared. DB was devious and beautiful- she was never scared. At least I'd never seen it before. "Bella? What's wrong?"
She took a deep breath as if preparing and then lifted her left hand without a word. Of course I had to fall in love with not only the most gorgeous and feisty woman I'd ever met, but also the most confusing. But then something on her finer caught the sun from the window and all the air left my lungs with a single expletive.
I'd never been one for cursing. My mother, and my aunt Esme for that matter, would have washed my mouth out with soap. But it seemed strangely appropriate in this moment.
Well, I hadn't been expecting that! A ring that matched her own, a single band of silver, ran along my own ring finger and I gulped. She was going to kill me this time.
"My sentiments exactly." She nodded and I couldn't help but think she was agreeing with my thoughts more than my words.
She really was going to kill me. She had made a habit of threatening over the weeks that we'd known each other but it never really bothered me. It was more a form of endearment really. But this time she really was going to kill me.
"Tequila!" She groaned, slapping her forehead. "Ouch!"
I was about to ask if she was okay but then she was off and running through a rant that left her breathless and me dazed. I didn't even understand most of what she was saying she was speaking so quickly. I caught something about evil trolls, and Rosalie being a witch, and her getting a tattoo but I was still too stunned to crack a joke about her fairytale land vocabulary or ever ask where she was planning to get said tattoo.
"We're..." I gulped, trying to process. "Married?"
"You buffoon." She grumbled and I looked down, surprised to see her sprawled across the bed on her back, rubbing her temples as if my stupidity actually pained her. And I'm not denying the stupidity thing because clearly I was about as stupid as you can get without needing to actually be institutionalized. "I'm married to a buffoon."
Married? I hadn't really had time to think of whether I wanted to marry Bella or not in the weeks that I had known her because I had been using so much time just trying to get her to admit that she didn't hate me. But the thought had crossed my mind that I wanted her forever.
She was beautiful, and sexy, and she didn't let me get away with anything. She matched every one of my remarks or pranks with one of her own and sometimes she even beat me. I don't know why that was such a turn on but it most definitely was. I'd spent my entire life being fawned over by woman who were nothing but brainless bimbos who would agree with any little nonsensical thing I sprouted off with. I know it sounds cocky and Bella would probably make me pay for it if she'd heard me but it was true. It was more than refreshing to be able to tease someone that could take it and give it right back. She was smart, and witty, and fun. She was perfect. As soon as I'd seen her fiery glare as she demanded I give her keys back I'd been hooked.
But all I got out was, "Married?"
She growled.
"You say that one more time, Edward, and I swear to God I will strangle you with my bare hands."
See what I mean? It's an endearment really.
"Are you sure you're not just trying to get my life insurance policy, Mrs. Cullen?" I grinned, knowing that she was about to lose it.
She lunged before I had time to brace myself and we both went flying onto the bed. She pounded on me with her little fists for a while as she gave me what for. I loved a girl with fire.
"We're married." She screeched, although it didn't escape my notice that I'd just gotten in trouble for bringing this up. "Married! Do you know what this means?"
"I think so." I said slowly, her fists still flailing. "But I'm not going to say it." I formed manacles around her tiny wrists with my hands, stopping her on slot and gave her a small smile, hoping to soften her up a little bit. "I wouldn't want you to strangle me with your bare hands."
She sighed, laying her head on my chest as if she was just too tired to hold it up anymore and I stroked her hair. I had really done it this time. Because if we woke up married in Vegas I knew who had suggested it and it most definitely wasn't Bella. I can't believe I was so stupid, even if I was drunk. I had wanted to take this slow and just enjoy being with her. I had even been wearing down her resolve little by little- I could tell in the way that she welcomed my hand in hers and sent smiles my way when she thought no one was watching. I could also tell in the way that she sent that hotel receptionist glares when she thought she had been staring for too long although I'm pretty sure she was actually looking at Emmett. I wasn't going to correct her. I loved a jealous Bella and I hoped I got to see a lot more of her in the future- she was hot. But now we were married and she was going to feel rushed, she'd demand we get it annulled. I could almost see the panicked, caged animal, look in her face.
"What are we going to do?" She sighed.
She definitely sounded miserable. She didn't want to be married. Of course she didn't! What girl wants to be married to someone they've known for so little a time?
I sighed.
"Just remember when we're figuring out alimony I am a poor man."
She let out a tired chuckle and propped herself in her hands on my chest. She looked like she belonged there. I wish she'd never move.
"Aren't you going to freak out even a little?" she asked, looking genuinely curious.
"I was considering it." I admitted although it was for a different reason than she was thinking. I'd already realized I was in love with her and I wouldn't mind keeping her with me for the rest of my life but I had also realized that anything like that was going to take time with Bella. It had taken almost every waking hour for weeks to get her to agree to date me. Anything that happened this fast would surely freak her out and chase her away.
"But I decided to get you through your melt down first." I continued truthfully.
She surprised me then by kissing me softly.
"Thank you for thinking of me." She whispered. "I'm sorry I'm being such high maintenance."
"I like you anyway." I teased, grinning against her lips.
"What?" She smirked, pulling back. "No love?"
She frowned abruptly as she thought and I cringed, knowing she was probably remembering something and hoping it wasn't anything to ruin her playful mood.
"You love me!" She screeched.
I paled. How did she know that?
"What?" I choked.
She pointed at me accusingly.
"You love me." She repeated. "You love me like Alice loves Jasymine."
I frowned.
"Who is Jasmine?" I asked, hoping to distract her from the fact that yes- I did love her. She chuckled, telling me I'd mispronounced the name and I said that Jasper was going to kill him. No one messed with Alice.
"Jasper is Jazymine." she chuckled and something about that reminded me. I don't know if it's the giggly voice she used as she said the name or just someone up there decided to cut me a break but suddenly I knew what she was talking about. I remembered the muddled conversation we'd had after, yes- I'd beaten her at the drinking challenge. I smoothed my expression with the joy that I had admitted my love and that she'd said it back. Actually she'd said it first!
"Well, there's one less murder we have to worry about."
"What other murders are we worried about?" She asked. I almost laughed. She sounded suspicious as if I was going to confess to some horrible crime. I thought for half a second about fabricating some far fetched story about a brother I used to have. I warned him time and again Bella not to touch my CD collection but he just wouldn't leave it alone. What was I supposed to do?
But knowing her she'd probably think I was serious and turn me in.
"You're not going to kill me?" I asked in stead.
"Was it your idea?" She asked after thinking.
I shrugged, might as well be honest.
"I don't know." I said honestly but it didn't sound like anything she'd suggest. I mean I had gone so far as to tease her about it the other day. It had to have been my idea.
We lay there in peaceable silence for a change and I ran my fingers through her hair. I loved her.
I had already come to this conclusion a while ago, around the time she helped with my prank against Emmett actually. But it was still a stunning thought. I was holding the woman I loved in my arms and I wasn't going to let go. Somehow I would convince her not to run. I'd convince her to give us a chance and then I'd convince her that we belonged despite the arguments, and the bickering, the pro/con lists, Oliver Twist and all of our other disagreements. We belonged together.
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