Twelve Days of Christmas by twilover76

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7635824/1/Twelve-Days-of-Christmas

Bella is running from her past and Edward is deciding his future. The holiday season brings them
together. Can two people from different worlds be happy together? AH/M

Twelve Drummers Drumming

December 14

~*~EPOV~*~

I really hated attending charity hand-out events. Every holiday season, my father made sure my
siblings and I participated in some way.

It was noble to give back when we were so fortunate.

That saying had been hammered into my head since I was a kid. So there I stood, behind a makeshift
buffet, scooping food I had helped cook onto plates for the homeless. I was extremely uncomfortable
and couldn't wait for the evening to end.

Now you are probably thinking to yourself, why is he such an asshole?

Well, I wasn't an asshole…at least not always.

It wasn't that I didn't believe in charity or helping those in need, it's just the stares I got made me
uneasy. They eyed me with disdain, and I completely understood why. They saw me as some rich do-
gooder who wanted nothing more than to pat my own back. That was the reason most of the other
trust fund babies were there. I didn't see a reason for the news cameras filming the rich serving the
poor, or even why we had to be there at all. I would have gladly cooked and set it out, letting them
serve themselves.

But, no…it had to be some big production.

Therefore, the homeless people served were made to feel small and insignificant…as if our presence
and some turkey could solve their problems. Each time one of them met my eyes with a look of
wariness, I wanted to assure them I was aware of how much I looked like a dickhead back there.

"Eddie, quit slopping that food around. You just got a spot on my new Dolce blouse."

I suppressed a groan from the annoying voice breaking into my brooding thoughts.

Tanya.

Another society princess present for her yearly duty, and a constant drain on my intelligence quotient.

Our parents had deemed us a suitable match, and we were often pushed together at functions
where I was required to be present.

"Why would you wear something that expensive to serve food anyway?" I grumbled under my
breath, trying to keep myself from rolling my eyes at her.

I took a deep breath and pushed my annoyance down. Ladling up another heap of mashed potatoes,
I looked across the table at the next person waiting in line.

Sweet baby Jesus.

My heart skipped a beat as I stared into a pair of gorgeous brown eyes. They were deep, dark,
captivating, and pulled me in completely. We may have only locked eyes for a second, but I knew
their image would forever be burned in my memory.

The spoon fell from my hand and landed in the large vat with a splat.

"Shit!"

I felt my cheeks heat in embarrassment as I tried to fish the spoon out of the potatoes. A giggle burst
from the girl in front of me and my mouth turned up in a smile at the sound. Once I had hold of the
utensil again, I glanced back at her.

Unfortunately, she hid her face from me behind a curtain of dark brown hair.

"You should probably get a double scoop for having to witness my clumsiness," I joked, hoping she
would show me those magnetic eyes again.

She didn't say a word, only held out her plate to me.

Think of something to say, you idiot!

I ran out of time as the line behind her started getting agitated with my dawdling. Eventually I sighed,
putting the food on her plate.

"Merry Christmas," I said lamely as she immediately bolted to the next station.

She gave me nothing further after her giggle. No smile, no words, not even a nod of
acknowledgement. In between serving others, I tried to keep track of her.

The girl with the prettiest eyes in the world.

She had maneuvered to a corner table and sat next to an old woman wrapped in what looked like a
ratty shawl. I watched as the plate of food was eaten by the older lady, the two of them huddled
together.

Is she not eating? Why not? Should I make another plate and take it over to her?

I shook my head.

What was my problem?

I was borderline stalking some poor girl who was obviously down on her luck. I forced myself to leave
her alone. The last thing she needed was to deal with my neuroses.

But as the long line kept moving forward, my eyes continued to dart in her direction as if she was
tugging my attention with a string.

Just go over there. Take her a plate like a gentleman. She has to be hungry.

As the line dwindled, I finally worked up the nerve. I took off the silly apron and Santa hat before
grabbing a plate.

"Are you starving, Edward?" Tanya asked with a snort.

I ignored her, piling portions of everything available on the plate. As I walked toward the corner, my
stomach churned; she was no longer at her table. I looked around the room and didn't see her
anywhere. I took a chance and approached her friend, who glanced up at me as I neared.

"Hello," I said, putting the plate down on the table in front of her. I sat down, leaving a chair between
us and held out my hand in greeting. "I'm Edward."

She looked at my hand cautiously before meeting my eyes again. Her stare was intent as if she was
sizing me up. Finally, she gingerly grasped my hand and shook it. I waited for her to tell me her name,
but she never talked. Our hands fell from each other and I pushed the plate closer to her.

"Um…I brought over another plate. There was…a girl sitting here and I…I wanted to make sure she
ate something," I stammered, rubbing the back of my neck. I sounded crazy.

I was pretty sure she smirked at me. I sighed when she remained silent and shook her head.

"Well, I don't want this to go to waste. Can I wrap it up for you to take with you?" I asked. I smiled
when she looked at me and nodded eagerly. At least that was something.

I picked the plate back up and took it to the kitchen. After putting the wrapped food in a bag, I
grabbed my wallet and pulled out a few twenties, placing them to the side of the food before closing
the bag tightly. When I returned to her table, I was disappointed to find Brown Eyes still missing.

"Here you go. I hope you have a Merry Christmas," I said, setting the bag in front of her.

Before I could turn to walk away, she gripped my wrist. I looked to see her crooked finger, enticing
me to come closer. I leaned down.

"Bella good girl. Bella went try get bed for night," she whispered.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. I was such an idiot. There I was, thinking about the most
captivating eyes I had ever seen, and here they were, worried about staying warm in the elements.

You are an asshole.

I crouched down so I was eye level with her.

"Do you have someplace to stay warm tonight?" I asked.

She nodded. "Have my place. Bella 'fraid there. Bad men no bother me. Scare Bella though."

Her whispered words shook me. It was as if I had a need inside me to protect the girl. My teeth
ground thinking of the horrors she must have gone through daily.

"Do you know where she would have gone tonight?"

She shook her head and shrugged. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair as I stood back up.

"Thank you," I said. "Are you sure you have a place to go?"

She nodded and crooked her finger again. I chuckled and leaned down again.

"I Ruby."

I grinned and held out my hand again and shook hers. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Ruby. Take
care of yourself," I said.

Tanya and the rest of the society crowd were long gone by the time I went back to the serving area. I
stayed behind and helped clean, hoping maybe Brown Eyes would show back up. Eventually, I threw
in the towel. It was nearing midnight when I finally emerged from the building.

The wind and snow blowing off Lake Michigan were fierce, and I shivered as I walked to my car. The
streets were desolate in the rundown area. I was just thinking it wasn't the best idea to walk alone in
the middle of the night in that part of Chicago when I was knocked down to the ground from behind.
My breath whooshed out of me when I hit the pavement.

"Give me your money," a voice snarled behind me.

I turned my head and saw a grimy man with dirty blond hair tied back at the nape of his neck. What
caught my attention the most was the knife in his hand, gleaming from the streetlight.

I quickly scampered to my feet before he could stop me, and faced him. I was both taller and bigger,
but I wasn't a fool. I didn't feel like dying on a dark street for a few bucks. My eyes stayed on him as I
pulled my wallet out.

"Give me the whole thing," he said when he saw me grabbing the cash.

"Take the cash and call it a day," I sneered.

Fuck him.

"Give me the fucking wallet." He moved closer to me, the knife tight in his grip.

As I contemplated some defensive moves I could make to disarm him, someone flew toward us in my
peripheral vision.

"No!" she screamed, jumping on the back of the grimy man. My mouth gaped as they both tumbled
to the ground. The knife became dislodged when he hit the sidewalk, and I kicked it away.

"Bitch, get off me," he yelled and threw her off his back.

He took off running, and I knelt down next to the girl. My breath caught for the second time that
night.

It was her.

Brown Eyes.

She hit her head, a bump already forming as I brushed her hair from her face.

"Are you all right?" I asked.

She opened her eyes and nodded.

"I need to get you looked at. You bumped your head pretty hard," I said.

"No, please. No hospitals." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but her request was clear. I didn't
understand why, but wasn't going to argue with her out in the street.

She shivered, probably from shock and the extreme weather. It was no wonder. The girl had no meat
on her bones and was hardly wearing clothing appropriate for the freezing temperatures. Jeans and
two cotton long-sleeves didn't cut it in a Midwest winter.

There was no way I was letting her out of my sight again, let alone leaving her there. I put an arm
under her knees and another around her shoulders, lifting her up as I stood. Her eyes fluttered closed
by the time I made it to my car.

Should I try to wake her up?

I needed some medical advice.

I placed her in the passenger seat and buckled her in. I rushed to my side and blasted the heat as
soon as the ignition turned. I pulled away, hitting the number for my brother-in-law. I would attempt
to abide by her wishes, unless Jasper told me she needed to be seen in a hospital.

"Hello?" his sleepy voice asked when he picked up.

"Jasper, I need you to come over to my place right now."

"It's the middle of the night, and I have a shift starting at six in the morning," he said.

"This is an emergency. I need your help."

He must have heard the pleading tone of my voice.

"I'll be there in a few minutes," he said before hanging up.

I looked over at the brown-eyed beauty next to me and reached to hold her hand in mine.

"I'm taking you home."

Eleven Pipers Piping

December 15

~*~BPOV~*~

I must be dreaming. It's warm and soft…smells clean and fresh. Feels like I'm on a cloud.

I didn't dare open my eyes. I couldn't remember ever feeling so serene in my life. I knew it had to be
a dream.

Maybe I'm in Heaven?

I remembered the beautiful man picking me up off the ground. I felt safe in his arms.

When was the last time I felt safe?

I couldn't remember back that far.

It was possible I was in Heaven and he was my guardian angel. I'd never seen such green eyes before,
so it wouldn't have been surprising to find out God sent him for me. I smiled remembering the way
those eyes looked at me with care and the way he smelled as he carried me. I even had images of
him waking me up to ask weird questions…what is two plus two, what day is it, who is the president.

Did I dream that?

A sound came from across the room, alerting me I wasn't alone. I sat up quickly, ready to defend
myself. Living in group homes and foster houses for most of my life had taught me to never let my
guard down.

I swallowed down the bitter taste of adrenaline, my mind calming down after taking in the source of
the sound.

It was him.

He was asleep in a chair next to the bed, half covered with a blanket. His head lay awkwardly against
his shoulder and I hoped he wouldn't be in pain when he woke. He shifted a bit, but remained asleep.
I took the opportunity to observe my surroundings.

I was in a bedroom, although it was different than any I had ever seen in person before. The walls
were painted in a light beige color, holding several different paintings and pictures which I wanted to

give closer inspection. There were dark wood dressers, a vanity, and three different doors leading to
who knows where.

It was important for me to always have an escape path and I was uneasy not knowing which of those
doors led out. The large four-poster bed I sat in had the same dark wood as the rest of the furniture,
the headboard elaborately and beautifully engraved. Two sets of windows were covered with blue
drapes and I itched to look outside and determine if I could recognize where I was.

My breath started when I turned back toward my angel. His green eyes were open and focused on
me. Although I wasn't particularly uncomfortable, I still pulled the covers back over me and clutched
them under my chin.

Like a blanket could serve as a shield. Don't be stupid, Bella. Besides, you still have all your clothes on.

"Hello," he said, calm and reassuring.

I didn't talk, wanting to hear more of his soothing voice. He seemed to think my hesitation was due
to fear.

"Don't be scared. I would never hurt you." He paused and looked down at his lap while shaking his
head. When his eyes met mine again, he gave me a small smile. "I'm Edward Cullen…and you're
Bella?"

I nodded, unsure how he knew my name. I looked down at the floor and saw my pack sitting beside
the bed.

Did he look through it?

"I didn't look through your things," he explained, practically reading my thoughts.

I looked back at him. For some reason, I believed him…trusted him.

Edward. His name is Edward. I love the sound of his name.

"Does your head hurt?" he asked.

There was a little throb and I felt the bump. But it wasn't bad, and I shook my head.

"I talked a little with your friend Ruby last night."

I grinned at the mention of Ruby. She was a sweet woman who I tried to help get food when I could.
She had assisted me in learning the layout of Chicago and was really the only person I had talked to
since arriving there.

The grip I had on the covers lessened and I tried to relax. He waited patiently for me to say
something…anything. I took a deep breath.

"Where am I?" I asked, my throat dry and voice raspy. It was nothing at all like the melodic tones of
his.

"This is my house," he said, running a hand through his hair. "I couldn't leave you in the cold," he
added, sounding unsure.

Was he nervous?

He probably didn't want me there. I understood. I was nothing, homeless, destitute. I couldn't take
advantage of his decency any longer.

"Thank you for letting me sleep here last night. I should go," I told him, pushing the blankets away
and placing my feet on the floor.

He quickly stood and shook his head. "Um…no. No, please don't. You don't have to go. I don't want
you to go."

I frowned at his rambling.

What did he mean he didn't want me to go? What did he want from me?

I had nothing to give him.

"How about some breakfast? Are you hungry?" he asked.

I had learned how to ignore hunger pains, and I rarely paid attention anymore. I shuffled my feet and
looked down.

"I don't want to be a bother," I said.

He had already done too much for me. I wasn't worth it.

"Please? You can keep me company. I hate eating alone," he told me.

The hopeful expression on his face when I looked up did me in.

"All right," I agreed.

"Yes. Okay…well, I'll just…hold on just a minute. I'll be right back."

I giggled at his eagerness and received a dazzling smile in response. He was so beautiful, it took my
breath away. He turned and opened one of the three doors, jogging out and down the hall. I stood
there waiting, not sure what to do. I didn't want to disturb any of his things, but curiosity won out.

I walked toward the wall where a framed portrait hung. A younger Edward was there in the middle,
flanked by another boy and a girl, with an older couple standing behind the kids. It was a family
picture.

The three kids must have gotten their dark hair from their mother, although Edward's had more red
in it than the others. Edward also shared his mother's green eyes while his siblings had their father's
blue. My heart ached seeing the way the father's hand was placed on his daughter's shoulder and the
way happiness exuded from all their faces.

My fingers reached out toward the picture in longing. Wishing. Yearning.

"It's my family," Edward said behind me.

My hand fell back to my side and I turned my head to find him slowly approaching me. My eyes
followed his pointed finger.

"That's my sister, Alice. And my brother, Emmett. Then my parents, Esme and Carlisle," he told me.

His voice was soft, yet my body tingled with excitement as he stood close to my side. I didn't
understand why. I stood silent, not sure if he was waiting on a reply or not. When I turned to meet
his gaze again, he cleared his throat, and he quickly held out the clothes in his hands for me to take.

"These are for you. You'll probably be more comfortable in them. They might be big, but they were
the smallest I could find."

I took the clothes from him, wondering why he wanted me to change. I looked down at my attire. My
dingy layers didn't fit in at all in that immaculate bedroom and my eyes watered from
embarrassment.

Don't cry, Bella.

I bit my lip and hid my face behind my hair, looking down at my feet. I hoped he didn't see the tears I
tried to hold back. He moved away from me, and I didn't blame him.

"Bella?"

I was afraid to glance up at him. I didn't want to see those green eyes look at me with disgust like
everyone else did.

"Bella?" he asked even more softly. I wanted to wrap myself up in his voice.

I gasped in surprise when his finger touched under my chin, lifting my face up toward his. His eyes
showed no disgust and I smiled in relief.

"You have the most beautiful brown eyes I've ever seen," he murmured.

My heart pounded as our stare lingered. It was so loud in my ears, I was sure he could hear it. He
seemed to snap himself out of his thoughts because he shook his head and turned to open another
door in the room.

"This is the bathroom. There should be everything you need if you'd like to take a shower…or
bath…or wash up…you know." He stopped and shook his head again. "Here are the towels and
anything else will be in these drawers. I think Alice has kept it stocked in case of company," he said
with a grin.

I was allowed to take a shower?

I wanted to jump for joy and give him a hug. It had been awhile since I had gotten to take a shower
with hot water and shampoo. I usually had to wash myself in communal showers at shelters and then
the water was lukewarm at best. Other than that it was small washings at public sinks. I did make an
effort to keep myself as clean as possible, unlike some of those around me.

I didn't know what to say to him. I didn't want to blurt out my thanks and make him think I was
insane and throw me out before I could even turn on the water. He answered before I could ruin
anything.

"Take your time, Bella. Just come down the stairs when you are done and I'll be in the kitchen with
our breakfast. Here are a couple Tylenol, in case your head is hurting," he said, placing two pills in my
hand.

I nodded and he walked out the door, closing it behind him. When I knew enough time had passed
for him to be out of hearing range, I let out a little squeal and looked around in excitement. I admired
all the different bottles of lotions and creams and soaps on the marble counter. I didn't know any of
the brand names from experience, but I wanted to try them all.

I looked inside the shower and my mouth gaped. It was huge and already stocked with different
shampoos and conditioners. And shaving cream and razors! I squealed again as I turned on the
water, stripping down while the steam filled the room.

I had no idea how much time I spent under the hot water, but I felt like a new person when I stepped
out. I combed my hair out and dried it, brushed my teeth, and lathered cream over every inch of my
skin. There were no words to describe how much appreciation I felt for my guardian angel.

My Edward.

I snorted at my reflection in the mirror. My skin was rosy from the hot water, but I saw the same
skinny, mousy, worthless girl in the glass. He wasn't mine, nor would he ever be. I couldn't confuse
his charity for feelings of affection.

My eyes wandered to the pile of discarded clothes on the floor, and I cringed. No matter how
luxurious my surroundings, it was imperative I didn't forget who I really was.

I was nothing. Nobody. A drain on society.

I felt ashamed that I was taking advantage of Edward's kindness and generosity. I looked from the
clothes on the floor to the ones he gave me sitting on the counter. Picking up the sweatshirt, I
brought it to my nose and was filled with his scent. For no other reason than that, I put on the socks,
sweatpants, t-shirt, and sweatshirt.

I folded up my dirty clothes and placed the stack next to my bag, thinking I would change back into
them after breakfast and before I left. I opened the door to the bedroom and peeked out into the
hall. Not hearing any noise, I started down the stairs. The smell of bacon, coffee, and something
baking filled my nose, and my stomach growled in anticipation.

Landing on the first floor, I came into an open space leading into a large room. There was a piano in
the corner and two different couches, but my mouth fell open at the sight of shelf after shelf after
shelf filled with books. I moved closer, my finger trailing along the spines reverently. Nothing had
gotten me through the rough times of my life more than being able to forget my problems as I read. I
had spent many days sitting in bookstores, libraries, and quiet corners, reading anything and
everything.

"Hey."

I jumped at the sound of his voice. He stood leaning in the doorway, watching me with a smile.

"Sorry," I said.

"For what?" he asked, his brow knitting together in confusion.

"I couldn't resist looking at your books," I explained.

He waved his hand and scoffed. "I'm glad you like it. This is my favorite room. Do you like to read?"

"Yes," I said with a nod. His gaze lingered on me, and I looked down, twisting my fingers nervously.
"Thanks for the clothes," I added, wondering if he was regretting letting me borrow them.

His chuckle made me glance back up at him.

Why was he laughing at me?

"They are still way too big for you, but we can fix that later. Are you ready for breakfast?"

He waved his arm, and I followed him to the kitchen. I didn't understand what he meant about fixing
it later, but was leery of asking too many questions. He led me to a small table off the kitchen where
he had placed two settings. My mouth watered at the sight of waffles and bacon. He even had both
orange juice and milk poured for me.

He held out a chair, and he had to motion to it for me to understand he was waiting for me to sit
down. I was embarrassed I didn't realize his intentions, but got over it quickly. A warm glow spread
through my body as he pushed my chair in and sat down in the other seat. The effect his proximity
had on my senses was a bit overwhelming and entirely new. Never before had I felt that way.

"Please dig in. I'm not really much in the kitchen, but I try," he said. It was unclear what he meant; it
all looked perfect to me.

He must have sensed my hesitation because he lifted the platter of waffles and placed two on my
plate and two on his. Then three slices of bacon appeared. I didn't know how I was going to eat it all,
but I wanted to try. I lathered my waffles with the butter and syrup he plied me with and cut off a
slice.

When the flavor hit my tongue, I closed my eyes to enjoy it. A small moan of delight escaped me as I
savored the bite. My attention was diverted when Edward's fork clanged on his plate. I looked over
to find him staring at me, his lips slightly parted.

I chastised myself for poor manners. I must have appeared so foolish.

"Sorry, this is really good," I mumbled.

"No, ignore me. Please continue. I'm enjoying watching…err…I hope you like it," he said, turning back
to his own food.

After a few minutes of quiet eating, Edward broke the silence.

"How old are you, Bella?"

"Twenty. How old are you?"

"Twenty-five." He hesitated before asking his next question. I braced myself for the inquiry I knew
was coming. "How long have you been in Chicago?"

I took a drink of juice and a deep breath.

"Not very long…a few months, I think," I told him.

"Do you have any family?" he asked.

I shook my head. My hands trembled in my lap.

How much do I tell him? Did he deserve to know the truths of my life?

He had helped me more than anyone ever had before, but I didn't want to blemish his perfect life
with my sad tale. He sat there silently, patiently waiting for me to talk.

"My parents died when I was little. I don't really remember it. Then I spent my childhood and teens
transferring between different foster homes and group houses."

"Where was that?" he asked, prodding me along when I went silent.

"Mostly around Seattle."

"Wow, you got pretty far away. How did you end up in Chicago?"

I looked up and there was no judgment in his eyes, only curiosity.

"Hitch-hiked mostly. I had to get away." I couldn't tell him anymore than that. I didn't want him to
know how pathetic I really was.

"If you could do anything you wanted, what would it be?" he asked, changing the subject.

"You mean for a job?"

"Sure," he said. "For starters."

"Maybe write or work around books," I told him, looking over to make sure he didn't think that was
stupid. Seeing his smile encouraged me. "I usually did well in school. I have a high school diploma."

"Ever thought about college?"

I chuckled at his question, although he was being sincere.

"I can't even get a job with no address, how am I supposed to go to college?"

"What if you did have an address?"

My eyes widened at his question.

"If you had an address, would you want to go to college or go work somewhere?" he clarified.

I swallowed a couple times. I usually didn't allow myself to dream of things that I knew were out of
my reach.

"I…ah…both?" I answered.

His responding laughter made me pout a little.

I would want to do it all!

"Your pout is very cute," he said.

I glared at him, but couldn't hold it. His eyes were bright and happy, and his grin made my insides
melt.

"Well, it's true," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

His expression softened, and he leaned toward me. His hand reached out, and I thought he was going
to touch me, but he pulled back. He clasped his hands together, propping his elbows up on the table.

"I have a proposition for you," he started. I held my breath, wondering what he meant. "You may
have saved my life last night, you know."

I opened my mouth to tell him he was crazy. But, no words would come out.

"In return for your bravery, I want you to stay here until you get your school/work situation figured
out."

I didn't know what to say. I was stunned. I felt something inside me that had been missing for a long
time.

Hope.

He watched me closely, likely amused by my gaping mouth.

Maybe I was still dreaming?

"No, you're not dreaming," he said wryly.

I must have said that out loud.

"Tell you what…don't answer yet. Think about it and let me know tomorrow. You have to stay until
then anyway," he said, standing up and taking our plates to the sink.

Wait. What?

Why did I have to stay until tomorrow?

"What do you mean I have to?" I asked, following him with more dishes from the table.

"Jasper said you needed to stay here for a day or two so I could make sure you didn't have a
concussion," he said with a shrug, loading dishes into the dishwasher.

I put the butter and syrup away, running his words over in my head.

"Who is Jasper?"

"He's my brother-in-law."

I had a feeling he was teasing me somehow.

"Why should I care about what he says about my head?" I asked, leaning back against the counter.

He strode over to the fridge, took out the syrup I had put in there and walked toward me. My breath
caught as he stopped just inches away. One of his hands gripped the counter on my right; the other
held the bottle on my left. He leaned forward, and I leaned back. Before I could find the words to ask
what he was doing, he reached behind me to put the syrup in a cupboard. His eyes remained locked
on mine the entire time. Finally, he pulled away and went back to the sink.

"Jasper is a doctor, and I had him check the bump on your head when I brought you here," he said,
returning to the dishes.

I was still tingling from head to foot from having him so close to me.

"You said no hospitals, but I had to make sure you were all right," he added.

I nodded, thankful he had abided by my wishes…I had no money for things like hospital visits. My
mouth remained shut in hopes he wouldn't ask more questions about my past.

"Bella, I have one more question."

No such luck.

I turned my wary gaze on him as he put the last dish in to wash.

"What's your last name?" he asked. I smiled at his question and he grinned.

"Swan."

"Miss Swan, would you like a tour?"

He offered his arm, and I took it. It amazed me that he didn't cringe from me or treat me like a leper.
He looked at me and not through me. He even asked me to stay. My mind whirled from everything
that had happened.

I barely spoke as he showed me every room in his house. It was quite large for one person, but I
didn't ask why he lived alone. When I told him I couldn't possibly take his room and make him sleep
in a chair, he laughed and pointed out his bedroom down the hall from mine.

My bedroom. He said that. I wasn't sure if I wanted to kiss him or bow down to him.

He showed me where the laundry room was and helped me start a load washing the clothes I arrived
in and the sheets I had slept in.

The rest of the day was spent being lazy, as he called it. We took up residence in his favorite room,
each of us staking claim to our own couch. He started a fire while I picked out something to read.

We read to ourselves, snuck glances at each other, and snacked on chips and sodas. I wouldn't call it
a perfect day, but it was warm, I had a book, and beautiful company. It was as close to perfection as I
had ever experienced.

Deep dish pizza was delivered for dinner, and I could barely keep my eyes open after two slices.
Edward escorted me up to my freshly made bed and made sure I knew again he was just down the
hall if I needed anything.

Safe and happy for the first time in forever, I dreamed of his green eyes and a world where I made a
difference.

Ten Lords-a-Leaping

December 16

~~~EPOV~~~

I had lost my mind.

Literally.

Bella took it and hid it somewhere in her knapsack. Instead of sugarplums dancing in my head, I had
little Bellas stripteasing across my cerebral cortex.

Nothing else could explain why I had asked her to stay. My mouth had opened, but it was my dick
that talked. The first sound of her giggle, the pull of her eyes, the innocent blush on her cheeks…I was
a goner.

I had to have her. I had to protect her.

Maybe she cast some spell on me?

Actually, that sounded kind of hot.

It wasn't generosity that propagated my offer; it was desire. Simple charity would have been finding
her an apartment and making sure she was set up to live her life. But I wanted her right beside me, in
my house…in my sweatpants and out of them.

Mother probably wouldn't call that noble.

I couldn't even count the number of times I had to restrain myself from jumping her and humping
various parts of her body the day before. I was actually somewhat proud of myself for not giving in,
but I knew my gentlemanly behavior wouldn't be contained very much longer.

Only the look in her eyes had held me back.

I needed Bella to want me as much as I wanted her, not idolize me. I wasn't a hero. Not even close.

It was 7:00 am, and I lie in my bed thinking of her down the hall, my dick harder than stone and
begging me to go "check on" Brown Eyes.

Very heroic.

I groaned and jumped in the shower to take care of my little…I meant large problem. Visions of Bella
ran through my mind as I lathered up under the steaming water. Those plump lips, long legs, and
pretty eyes already owned me. I didn't get much of a view of her body underneath my baggy sweats,
but I was sure she had a great ass…or would as soon as I got her eating like a regular person.

One of my goals of the day was to take her grocery shopping. I had no idea what she liked to eat, and
I didn't have much left in my kitchen. I had rocked out my most enticing dishes the day
before…including pizza delivery.

The memory of her lips, wrapped around that slice of pizza as she moaned at the taste, made me
think of other things she could moan about and wrap her lips around.

I couldn't wait to hear how she moaned underneath me.

On top of me.

Bent over the table.

Spread open on the piano keys.

Upside down.

Fuck!

I came hard, leaning against the shower tiles to catch my breath. She was going to be the death of
me, and I had barely touched her.

That would have to change soon.

Momentarily relaxed, I was able to coherently think about our day as I dried off and got dressed. I
felt a bit guilty for fantasizing about Bella like that before she got her bearings, but I brushed it off.

What she didn't know couldn't hurt me…heh heh.

I would be good to Bella, for her, if she would allow it.

What I needed was a plan…a plan to make Bella want me.

I'd call it Mission: Make Bella Mine…or MMBM for short.

I chuckled and picked up my phone off the dresser when it beeped.

Ugh.

I managed to evade their calls and texts the day before. It was bound to end sometime.

"What?" I answered in annoyance.

"I'm coming over there at 4:00 with Jasper, and you both better be there," Alice demanded.

"No can do. We're going shopping," I said, smirking in the mirror.

Her shriek of anger shredded half my inner ear.

"Fuck, will you calm the hell down? I was kidding. Just don't be how you normally are. She's still
skittish, and I don't want you scaring her off," I told her.

"Whatever. Jasper told me how you were drooling all over the poor girl. I'm coming over to make
sure she's really okay and not there simply for you to get your jollies," she replied. "Plus, I'm bringing
clothes for her."

I could live with that. She needed more clothes.

Or, I could just keep her in mine.

Hmm…

"Edward? Did you hear me?"

"Yes, you're bringing clothes…no jollies," I said with an eye roll.

"What are you doing with her?" she asked after a pause. I sighed and paced the floor.

"Listen, I like her. Okay? Can you just give me a break?"

"We'll see," she said before hanging up.

I growled and threw myself on the bed. I wasn't kidnapping Bella, for fuck's sake.

What was the big deal?

I was trying to improve her life. Sure my intentions toward her were about ninety percent sexual and
ten percent friendly at that moment, but things could change. I had listened to her explain her living
conditions and being tossed from home to home since her parents died. She was smart but just
hadn't been given any opportunities.

I was simply providing the opportunity. If we slept together along the way…over and over and over
again…that would only be a bonus. I did like her and wanted to protect her. It wasn't a crime to also
be attracted.

That's how most relationships started, right? A spark of attraction?

It all sounded perfectly reasonable to me. Add to that the fact I would never leave Bella hanging, if it
ended up we weren't compatible, I would make sure she left with the ability to pull herself up.

It wasn't my fault if Alice didn't agree. None of their opinions mattered to me much anyway. I had
come into my trust fund as of my birthday that past June, and if any of my family had a problem with
my choices, I could tell them to go pound sand.

Although, I hoped Alice hadn't told Rose yet.

My hand instinctively covered my balls as I thought about the reaction from my sister-in-law. A sound
from downstairs interrupted my internal rationalizing, and I got up to investigate.

I found Bella in the kitchen, scrambling eggs and making toast. I stood in the doorway for a minute,
admiring the way she moved. Her hair was damp and her skin rosy from a recent shower.

Bella in the shower…fuck. I forced those thoughts away before my large problem rose again.

"Good morning, Bella," I said softly, not wanting to scare her. She still jumped a little at the sound of
my voice.

"Good morning. I…um…wanted to make you breakfast since you made mine yesterday," her voice
was so low I had to move closer to hear her. She kept her head down as if she thought I would be
upset.

"Thank you. I appreciate you thinking of me," I said, opening the fridge and pulling out juice, butter,
and jelly. "Do you like to cook?"

She shrugged. "It's okay. I used to have to cook a few nights a week in the group homes, and then
after…I cooked every night."

Her voice faded, and it was clear she wasn't going to expound on that last point. I wondered if she
would eventually let me in. I wasn't going to push her too fast too soon about telling me her past. I
felt comfortable with the information I had.

After setting our drinks and condiments on the table, I walked up behind her. I clenched my fists so I
wasn't tempted to touch, but I did lean down and sniff her hair.

"I'm sorry," she said.

What could she possibly be sorry about?

I was the one that needed to apologize for being a creeper.

"For what?" I asked, moving to her side so I could see her face.

"I…I wasn't sure…I took another shower this morning. I will figure out some way to repay you for the
shampoo, soap, and hot water," she said, biting her lip.

Of all things, she was worried about hot water. I chuckled and brushed a piece of her hair from her
face.

"Bella, let's get something straight. If you stay here, you can take ten showers a day. You can live in
the bathtub if that is your desire. Although, I hope you come out occasionally to talk to me," I joked,
glad to hear her giggle. "Please don't think twice about things like that and don't apologize. I want
you to be comfortable here."

Her eyes widened and she turned her attention back to the eggs. I grabbed a couple plates and
brought them over so she could scoop our portions out.

"This is kind of how we met," I said, nodding at the plates in my hand.

Her eyes slowly slid up to meet mine, and she blushed. The pink color flushed her cheeks and neck,
and I wondered how far it traveled down. Another thing I was eager to investigate.

I carried our plates over to the table, and Bella followed with the toast. It was very easy to be around
her, and I'd never felt that way before. Usually, I couldn't get my female overnight guests out the
door fast enough.

"Have you thought anymore about my proposition?" I asked, jumping in feet first. I wanted to hear
her confirm she was going to stay. I loaded my toast with butter and jelly as she squirmed in her seat
avoiding my gaze.

"I just don't understand why you are doing this. What are you getting out of it?" she asked, looking
down and hiding her face from me.

"You saved me from a knife-wielding maniac. You think my life isn't worth a bedroom I never use? I
may be a little offended," I exclaimed.

Yeah, I wasn't above using guilt. Sue me.

Her face shot up, and her mouth opened in surprise. "No! That's not what I meant. I…um…you're
worth way more than that."

"Two bedrooms then?" I joked. "I may have to cut you off beyond that, unless you want to stay in
mine."

"No…I…ah," she stammered, clearly flustered. I suppressed the strong urge to laugh when her blush
surfaced again.

Did that mean she thought a little about me in my bedroom?

I didn't want her to flounder any further. I took her hand in mine and rubbed her knuckles with my
thumb.

"Bella, can I be serious with you for a second?"

She nodded, taking a couple deep breaths.

"It's not a bad thing to take help when it's offered. I know exactly what I'm doing, and it is not out of
obligation or duty. Sometimes, our lot in life is determined by things out of our control. Other times
we change our own fates. All I'm offering is an opportunity to change your fate.

"You see all this?" I asked, waving my other arm around. "I didn't come by this home or any of my
things through my own devices. I was born into it. Let me help you out."

She bit her lip again, and I really wanted to reach out and release it from her teeth. I waited as she
thought over my words.

"Okay," she said finally. My heart started beating quickly. She was going to stay, and I couldn't
dampen my excitement. "But only until I can get a steady job," she added.

I'll let her believe that for now.

~~~*~~~TDoC~~~*~~~

I threw the package in the cart, then grabbed two more just for the hell of it and tossed them in. I
was close to bald from pulling my hair out in frustration.

"Edward, no! I don't need those," Bella said, reaching for one of the boxes of pasta.

I growled and put my hand over the macaroni.

"The pasta stays, and if you don't stop fighting, I'm going to buy this entire aisle of food."

She was driving me batshit crazy. The girl would not let me get anything. I knew from the way she
looked at certain items that she wanted them, but everything was a fight.

I didn't know if I wanted to sedate her or fuck her against the meat counter.

She crossed her arms over her chest and frowned. If I didn't know any better, I would have sworn
she'd been trained by Alice. My eyes didn't leave her as she turned and walked ahead. I followed
with the cart, throwing in random things and eyeing her ass.

Her clothes were a wreck, but I thought it was endearing. She had put on her ragged, but clean, jeans
and topped it with one of my button-down shirts. I would miss seeing her in my clothes, even if she
had to roll up the sleeves and tie it in a knot at her waist.

I caught up to her when she stopped to check out frozen vegetables. I shook my head and focused on
the other side containing desserts, breads, and pizzas. She needed calories. Her mouth gaped as she
watched me pile in box after box of assorted frozen goodies. I walked over to her and placed a finger
under her chin, lifting it up so she closed her mouth. She didn't say a word as I continued on through
the store.

I ended up buying more than I intended, but at least we were stocked for awhile.

~~~*~~~TDoC~~~*~~~

"I'm scared to meet them," she admitted finally after an hour of my questioning why she was so
nervous and agitated.

When I told her Jasper and Alice were coming over, I thought she was going to faint in front of my
eyes. Her face went ashen, and she started weaving from side to side. I put my arms around her and
dragged her to the couch, making her stay still until she calmed down.

"You have nothing to worry about," I assured her.

"But, they're your family. What are they going to think of me being here? I don't belong here," she
insisted.

"You absolutely belong here. Don't forget it," I said. If there was going to be any chance of her being
comfortable enough to want me, she'd have to first accept she belonged. I had to assure her that her
home was there…with me.

They picked that exact moment to show up, and I groaned when Bella jumped a mile high at the
sound of the doorbell.

Alice is probably going to give her a heart attack.

I hoped Jasper had an extra defibrillator in his trunk.

I crouched down in front of her, gripping her shoulders and looking into her eyes.

"Breathe, Bella. I promise everything will be all right."

I leaned in close, and her breath hitched when my nose slid along her jaw. I breathed in her scent as
my mouth slowly made its way to her ear.

"I promise," I whispered.

I pulled away, satisfied with my method of distraction as she sat there stunned. I quickly jogged to
the front when the bell rang again, throwing open the door in annoyance.

"Impatient, are we?" I asked in greeting.

Alice sniffed and walked right past me. I hurriedly followed her, Jasper trailing behind. I rushed ahead
and stood next to Bella, who had risen on her shaky legs.

"Bella, I'd like you to meet my sister, Alice, and her husband, Jasper."

"Hello, Bella," Alice said, giving her a once-over. I cringed, knowing it would make Bella self-
conscious.

Bella's eyes turned down, just as I expected, and I glared at Alice while putting my arm around Bella's
shoulders. Alice smirked at me and let go of her hand, moving to the side so Jasper could move
forward.

He dropped the bags he carried in and held out his hand.

"Hi, Bella. I'm Jasper," he said calmly. I didn't worry very much about Jasper making her uneasy. He
was a genuinely nice guy and wouldn't hurt a fly.

Bella looked up and shook his hand, smiling a little in response to his wide grin.

"Well, now that introductions are over, Bella come with me," Alice said, grabbing the bags in one
hand and Bella's arm with her other.

"Wait," I started, immediately cut off by Alice.

"No. This is girl time. We're going upstairs. Stay put," she ordered.

I grimaced at Bella's panicked face, but ultimately I knew Alice wouldn't treat her badly. I watched as
Alice led her up the stairs.

"Don't worry about it, she'll be fine," Jasper said, turning on a basketball game.

I stood there running my hands through my hair until Jasper shoved a beer in my face and forced me
into a chair. We drank and pretended to watch the game, sitting silently. I counted the minutes until
the beers he kept supplying me with started kicking in. Eventually, when it hit the three-hour mark, I
decided enough was enough.

I stood up, ready to go curse out Alice, when their laughter rang down the stairs. Bella had giggled in
my presence before, but I'd never heard her as joyful and happy as she sounded then.

"We're going to make some dinner, you boys keep watching your game," Alice said, walking by me
quickly.

Bella wore a pair of slacks and a sweater her own size, smiling and blushing at me as she followed
Alice into the kitchen. My heart pounded when her fingers trailed along my arm as she passed.

What was that?

~~~*~~~TDoC~~~*~~~

After Alice and Jasper left, I still had no answers about what transpired up in her room. Bella and
Alice acted like best friends throughout dinner, and Jasper wore a smug smile. I didn't want to look a
gift horse in the mouth, so I tried to quell my curiosity and let things ride, suggesting we watch a
movie before bed.

"Ooooh, Rudolph," Bella shouted and clapped. I grinned at her and selected the old movie off the
cable guide.

I placed the remote on the coffee table and flipped off the lights. She sat in the middle of the couch
in front of the flat screen, and I took a chance by sitting down next to her. Her body tensed a little as
our thighs touched, but she looked over and gave me a small smile.

"I remember seeing this as a kid, before my parents died," she said.

I watched her face glow from the light of the TV and put my arm around her. She didn't hesitate to
place her head on my shoulder and lean into me. I felt like a huge wall had collapsed between us.

"I watched it with my parents, too," I said, earning another soft smile.

I really wanted to kiss her, but didn't want to ruin the moment and make her uncomfortable. I
wanted her to be ready to reciprocate when I made my moves.

"Edward?" she called out as Rudolph covered his nose with dirt.

"Hmm?" I replied, enjoying the way she smelled and felt against me.

"Why don't you have a Christmas tree?" she asked.

"I don't know. I guess I never thought about it with just me here. Do you want one?"

She didn't answer, so I took it as a yes.

"We'll go get one tomorrow," I said.

"We don't have to..." I cut her off, putting a finger over her lips.

"Shhh…movie," I said, pointing at the screen. She huffed, and I smiled, bringing the finger that had
just touched her lips to my own.

Soon. Very soon.

Nine Ladies Dancing

December 17

~~~BPOV~~~

"So, what do you do?" I asked him.

The question had been in the back of my mind since I'd been absorbed into Casa Cullen. Edward
never talked about a job or about working at all. All I knew was that he had a lot of money…like
royalty or something.

"I'm a professional student. I have two master's degrees, English lit and business, and keep taking
classes to find my calling," he explained as we looked at different Christmas trees.

He held my hand as we walked, and I tried to keep the grin off my face. I felt special in his presence,
like I really mattered. I wanted to lock those feelings away deep inside, so nobody could ever take
them from me.

"In other words, you don't work either," I pointed out.

He halted our progression and turned toward me.

"Miss Swan, are you suggesting I'm a slacker?"

I giggled at his raised eyebrow and mock offense. Before I knew it, he'd released my hand to reach
for my waist. His tickles sent me into a spasm of laughter, and I tried to run away. I got no more than
a few feet when his arms came around me from behind. He pulled my entire body close as his breath
fanned against my neck. I shivered with excitement, an ache igniting from within.

"I've got you," he whispered in my ear, his lips lingering on my tingling skin.

I wanted more than anything to turn my head and press my lips to his.

I needed it.

But he pulled away before I had the chance, clearing his throat and trying to inconspicuously adjust
his pants. I bit my lip and pretended to check out another tree.

Was it possible he was attracted to me as I was to him?

I didn't know what to do if he was. The last time I was with someone had ended in disaster. I left
Seattle because of Jake.

I snuck a glance at Edward, who was perusing the other side of the tree. Just the sight of him made
me weak in the knees. He was tall, lean, had the face of a model, and hair that begged to have hands
run through it…and probably had many times over the years.

It was hard not to notice how he was admired by every female we passed. He could have anybody he
wanted. I was kidding myself to think he had any interest in me.

His offer to me was out of kindness, even if he claimed differently. He was a good man, doing a good
deed. My situation equated to him bringing in a stray cat out of the cold, feeding it and keeping it
warm until spring.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked in his sinful voice, moving to stand next to me.

"This one looks good," I suggested, lightly touching the pine needles. I wasn't about to tell him my
real thoughts.

"It sure does," he said, staring right at me. I swallowed and looked down, willing my heart to stop
beating out of my chest. Those green eyes did weird things to my body.

"Um…how are we going to get a tree back to your place?" I asked, trying to avert his intense stare
before I melted into a puddle.

"Our place," he corrected, before shrugging his shoulders. "I'll have them deliver it. We still need to
get lights and ornaments and whatever else is supposed to go on it," he explained.

He seemed rather confident, but the sign in front of the nursery didn't say they delivered.

I shouldn't have been concerned. Edward slipped a roll of cash to an employee with a truck, who
agreed enthusiastically to deliver the tree in a few hours.

"Do you always get what you want?" I asked after getting back in the car.

"Usually," he told me with a grin, reaching over and placing a piece of hair behind my ear.
"Sometimes it takes a little longer than I hoped, but it's worth it in the end."

I remained silent for the ride to the department store, thinking over his words.

Was he talking about me? Did he want me?

Alice suggested something to that effect when we were in my room the day before, but it was hard
for me to believe. I had been scared at first to be alone with her. Her eyes were judgmental as we
were introduced, and I was afraid she would see how unworthy I was and talk Edward out of our
arrangement.

Edward was beautiful, inside and out. He had a great family, wealth, confidence. I had nothing in
comparison.

But she immediately put my mind at ease when she shut the door, grinning at me and giving me a
hug. She told me her actions downstairs had been a test for Edward, and he confirmed her
suspicions. I gasped when she revealed her theory of him already being at least partly in love with

me, even if he didn't know it, and his protectiveness of me providing proof. She only patted my hand
and clucked knowingly when I assured her it was impossible.

My obsessive thoughts were interrupted when the car stopped and Edward pulled me into the store.
I couldn't believe my eyes when we walked in. It was like a wonderland. I didn't care if I looked silly
gaping at all the beautiful displays and decorations.

I searched my memories, trying to remember a time in my life when I'd decorated a tree. I knew I
must have when I was a small child with my real parents, but I couldn't conjure the images. After
they died, there had never been any celebrations or holiday frivolity.

My fingers stroked the porcelain face of a tree angel, lit up brightly and flapping its wings. I squealed
when an electronic train zoomed past my feet. I marveled at the shiny gold and silver ornaments in
every design imaginable.

Edward stood back and watched me, likely shaking his head at my exuberance. It couldn't be helped;
I felt like I was in another dream. When I turned one of the boxed ornaments over to check the price,
Edward placed his hand over mine immediately.

"No. No prices. Get everything you want," he said.

"But…" I started before being cut off.

"Please, Bella. Don't you realize I would pay twenty times what's on those tags to see this look on
your face?" His eyes shone with sincerity, and I pushed aside my natural inclination to deny myself. I
straightened my shoulders and smiled at him.

"Okay, but you have to get things you like too," I said.

We spent the next hour playing, teasing, and selecting items to decorate the tree and house. The
spark of hope that started with his proposition kept growing larger and larger inside me every second
I spent with him.

Hope for putting my past behind me.

Hope for a brighter future.

Hope for possibilities.

~~~*~~~TDoC~~~*~~~

The kid delivered our tree right on time and even helped set it up in the stand we purchased. He left
with a grin on his face and another wad of bills. I shook my head at Edward handing money out like
candy.

He had carols playing on the stereo and a fire blazing as we stood admiring the tree placed next to
the piano. The scent of fresh pine filled the room and energized me. I ran over to the couch, eagerly
taking ornaments out of boxes so I could put them on the tree.

"Bella, we have to put the lights on first," Edward said with a chuckle, stopping me before I stuck the
first ornament on.

"Sorry, I didn't know that," I told him. I sighed seeing his expression change to sadness. I didn't want
my past to ruin our fun.

"You've never had a tree before, have you?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Not that I remember," I said.

He swallowed, and remained silent. I turned away before I could see the pity emerge on his face,
angrily tearing into another bag and taking out the packages of lights.

I was mostly mad at myself.

I didn't want his beautiful life to be marred by my ugly past and that was exactly what I was doing by
staying there. I was selfish though, becoming dependent on the way being near Edward made me
feel alive.

His hands gently grasped mine, stopping my unwinding of lights. "Let me help," he said.

I met his eyes, filled with kindness, and returned his small smile. I nodded and released my grip on
the lights.

We worked together, stringing so many sets of lights I lost count. Each twinkle between the needles
and branches freed my heavy heart a little more. Edward kept the conversation light as we wound
upwards, finally allowing me to climb a step-ladder to attach the porcelain angel on top.

"I'm going to hold on and keep you steady," he said, placing his hands on my hips.

"Is it on straight?" I asked. He didn't respond, so I turned my head and looked down at him.
"Edward?"

His head shot up and I could have sworn he had his tongue hanging out while he stared at my butt.

"Huh?" he asked.

"Does this look good?" I pointed to the angel and he turned his attention to it.

"It might be leaning a little to the right," he said. I tilted it the other way.

"How about now?"

"Too far, go back right."

I adjusted it again. "Okay, now?"

"Go back the other way again."

I groaned in frustration and looked back at him.

"Edward! You aren't even looking up here!"

He grinned at me and shook his head. "Sorry."

I rolled my eyes, before grabbing a handful of pine needles and dumping them on his head. I laughed
when his mouth dropped open in surprise.

"That's what you get," I told him. His expression turned mischievous, and my laughter erupted when
his tickle torture started.

"Stop! I'm going to fall off," I gasped, teetering on the edge of the ladder.

His tickling stopped and his hands remained firmly around my waist.

"I'd never let you fall, Bella."

I knew he was talking about more than my balance, and I reached over to brush a piece of hair back
from his forehead. He believed his words, but I pulled back, not ready for the intensity of the
moment. It wasn't his responsibility to save me.

"Now the ornaments?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood.

He burst out in laughter and picked me up off the ladder in a bear hug. I squealed when he spun me
around in circles.

"Yes, now the ornaments," he said, reluctantly putting me back down on my feet.

~~~*~~~TDoC~~~*~~~

We ate greasy Chinese food together on the couch, studying our decorating masterpiece. I couldn't
get enough of the chicken lo mein and fried rice…not to mention the eggrolls. I'd never had an
eggroll before and I believed I was in love.

The best part was Edward's arms around me, trying to show me how to hold the chopsticks.

There may have been some exaggerated flailing on my part just to keep him close, but he didn't need
to know that.

I leaned against him, full and happy, and he hummed in my ear as he held me tight.

"I think your blue ball needs to be moved a little to the left," I said, critiquing his ornament
placement.

"What?" he croaked out loudly, before breaking out in laughter.

Did I say something wrong?

I thought over my words and flushed from head to foot. I pulled away and buried my face in a
cushion, completely mortified.

"Bella, come here," he said, reaching around me and pulling me back to him. He was still chuckling at
my embarrassment.

"I can't believe I said that." My words were muffled as I spoke with my face pressed to him. His chest
vibrated from lingering chortles, and I playfully swatted his arm in protest.

"If I have blue balls, it's entirely your fault," he teased.

"Edward!" I shrieked, smacking him harder.

His hands moved up and down my back in gentle strokes, long after his laughter died down. The
warmth flowing through my body was no longer due to embarrassment, but from being snuggled up
against him. The rhythmic beat of his heart comforted me…encouraged me.

I didn't think as my hand tentatively traveled up his chest, exploring the feel of his torso even
through his shirt. His muscles quivered under my touch as I brought my hand back down, and I lifted
my head to look at his face.

His eyes were closed, mouth partially opened. My tongue slipped out, wetting my lips as if
anticipating his taste.

"Bella," he breathed out.

My hand stopped, and I pulled back, uncertainty flooding my mind.

What was I doing?

You have no right!

Even if he was interested in me, I had no business getting involved with him in that way. I would only
bring him down…just like Jake.

I untangled myself from his arms and stood quickly.

"I think I'm going to go to bed," I mumbled, trying to ignore the hurt expression on his face.

He called my name, but I didn't turn around. I couldn't let him see the tears already streaming. The
door was shut behind me as soon as I ran into my room.

My room.

But it wasn't mine…not really. It was a mirage. It wasn't real.

I grabbed the t-shirt Edward had given me to sleep in the night before and curled up with it on the
bed. His scent overwhelmed me, and I sobbed into the pillow for hours, knowing what I really
wanted was always going to be beyond my grasp.

Eight Maids-a-Milking

December 18

~~~EPOV~~~

She wanted me. I knew she did.

But something was holding her back.

I'd stopped at her door the night before, her sobs tearing at my heart. My soft knocks weren't
answered, but I sat vigil outside until her crying stopped...just to be sure she was all right.

Spending the day laughing and playing with her had changed my perception of our relationship to
twenty-five percent friendship and seventy-five percent lust. I'd never laughed so much with a
female before, but she still held so much inside.

Whatever she was keeping from me was hurting her still. Apparently, I needed to find out more
about her past.

I decided MMBM needed a new strategy, so I called for reinforcements.

"Alcohol," Emmett said after I'd explained the whole situation.

"Alcohol?" I yelled. "That's the best advice you have for me? To get her liquored up? And then what?
Take advantage of her when she's drunk? I don't know why I even called you in the first place."

"Hell no, douchebag. Don't take advantage of her. Do you want me to come over there and beat the
shit out of your skinny ass?"

I clenched my fist around the phone and gritted my teeth.

"Then tell me what the alcohol is for," I said, seething.

"It opens the vault," he told me.

I rubbed my face in frustration. The only vault I knew of was the mental chastity belt I'd put around
Bella so I didn't rip her clothes off.

"It will loosen her tongue, Edward. Get her talking. But, bro, you better be prepared to hear some
things you might not like," he pointed out.

"I'm not expecting sunshine and roses."

Bella obviously had demons in her past, but maybe with help, she could get over whatever haunted
her and truly move forward.

Was there anything she could say that would make me not want her?

Murder? No, I'd still want her. I might watch my back though.

Burglary? I wondered if she wore an all-black catsuit, and if she'd be willing to in the future.

A foot fetish? Odd, but I'd work around it.

"Whatever…I'm just saying to brace yourself. Don't be a dick if she says something you don't like. You
are the one digging into her past. I'll gladly rearrange your face for her if you fuck this up," he said.

"Why do you even care? You don't know Bella."

"Dude, I know it all. Alice was over here yesterday and told us how you have her locked up and shit.
Did you really go all caveman and try to protect her from our little sister?" He paused before laughing
at me.

Of course Alice was starting shit. I wondered if she had told our mother yet. I hadn't received any
hysterical calls, so I assumed the answer was no.

"Speaking of protection, you better protect your nuts when Rose comes over there tomorrow to get
Bella," he added.

"What?" I asked, my voice rising an octave or two.

"She's on a warpath and I held her back yesterday. Luckily for you, today she has some appointment,
but she and Alice are taking Bella somewhere tomorrow. I don't know…some girl thing. Listen, I have
to jet. You're welcome for the stellar wisdom."

He hung up before I could respond to his inanity.

Actually, it ended up being perfect timing. Bella walked down the stairs, dressed in jeans and a fitted
top. I swore she looked so much healthier than she did even five days before. I was right when I
guessed about her fantastic ass.

I had radar for perfect asses on women…assdar.

My eyes remained glued to her derriere as she walked into the kitchen. I wondered if it would freak
her out if I knelt down behind her for closer inspection, since she hadn't been too happy with my
ogling during our tree decoration.

"Edward?"

I blinked and looked up at her face when she turned around.

"Yes, Bella?"

"I asked if you would like some oatmeal," she said.

"Oh…yeah, sure. If you're making some already," I told her. I walked over and hugged her. "Good
morning."

How would she respond to me after last night?

She stiffened and patted my arm a couple times before maneuvering out of my hold.

I guess I got my answer.

I stood to the side and watched her make breakfast, contemplating my next move. Whatever had
made her turn away the night before was still shadowing her.

"Is there anything you'd like to do today?" I asked, uneasy about what her answer would be.

"Yeah, I was hoping you might be willing to take me to a few bookstores so I could fill out
applications?" she asked.

My heart dropped. Her stipulation for staying was until she got steady employment. She seemed
eager to leave.

"Really? I wanted to show you around Northwestern…see if you like the campus. Maybe you could
enroll in a couple spring classes?" I countered.

"I need to get a job, Edward. It isn't right for me to stay here like this," she said, sounding defeated
and resigned.

What did she mean it wasn't right?

"What happened last night? We were having so much fun and then you got upset about something."

She turned her face toward me with pleading eyes. "Let's not talk about it. Just don't pay attention to
me." I thought she mumbled that she wasn't worth it at the end, but she hid her face from me again.

Our conversation wasn't going at all like I planned.

It looked like MMBM plan B would have to be initiated that night.

Bottoms up.

~~~*~~~TDoC~~~*~~~

Bella's melancholy mood permeated the car all day. I did take her to several bookstores and showed
her a bit of campus, however nothing I did or said made her truly laugh and smile as she had before.

"How about Mexican for dinner?" I asked.

She shrugged and turned her head to look out the window. "Get whatever you want, I'm not very
hungry," she said.

I wasn't having that. I had just gotten her eating normally; regression would not be a good thing.
After pulling into a local Mexican restaurant, I led her inside. Her eyes lit up a little at the festive
atmosphere.

"Try this dip," I told her after they brought the queso and chips to our table.

Her eyes widened at the taste, and I suppressed the urge to raise my arms in victory. I made sure she
had a continual supply of chips and dip in front of her, even if it did ruin her appetite for dinner.

MMBM plan B started when I ordered margaritas for us. I may have panted when her lips sucked on
her straw, but the result was her being a little happier when we left than when we arrived.

~~~*~~~TDoC~~~*~~~

I willed my mind to focus. My plan to get Bella drunk and talking was not going so well.

Who knew she'd be so good at blackjack?

We were camped out in the living room and I was up on the tequila shot count ratio six to one.

"Hit me," one of the Bellas in front of me said. I flipped a card over for her.

Twenty-one…fuck my life.

"Damn," she said.

"Wha?" I asked.

"I busted. Twenty-two."

I looked down at her cards again and started counting on my fingers and toes. I smiled when there
were two more points left over.

Yes!

I poured a shot for her, getting most of it in her glass. I licked my lips when she drank it down and bit
down on the lime slice afterwards.

Would she taste like limes if I kissed her?

"Edward?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to keep playing?"

"I definitely want to play with you."

She giggled for the first time that day, and I grinned. I loved that sound.

Focus!

Not on her tits!

"Yeah…um…how about a different game? You are killing me here," I pointed out.

I struggled to my feet from my spot on the floor and stumbled over to the bar. I grabbed two more
beers and plopped down on the couch next to her, handing her one.

"Sure. What do you want to play?"

I wouldn't take the bait of her loaded question. At least it was loaded in my mind.

"How about truth or dare?" I suggested.

Yes, I am a man and older than fourteen…thank you very much.

It was all my brain could come up with at the time.

"All right. You go first," she said.

"Truth or dare, Bella."

"Um….dare."

I rubbed my hands together like some lame villain in a movie.

"Two more tequila shots for you, my dear," I told her.

Her mouth opened in surprise, and I couldn't help thinking about what I'd like to put in there.

"Hey, that's not fair! You're cheating," she argued.

I shook my head. "Nope, you took the dare. There were never any alcohol specifications made."

"Fine, but I'll remember this," she said.

I gulped and decided not to take any dares. After watching her take down two more shots, I felt we
were on more even ground.

"Truth or dare, Edward," she said, with a slight slur.

"Truth."

"How many girlfriends have you had before?"

"You mean like relationship…long-term stuff?"

She nodded her head.

"Well, I had a steady girlfriend in high school. We broke up when we left for college. Then I was with
Irina for a year and Kate for about eight months at Dartmouth. Since I've been back in Chicago, I've
only been in a committed thing with Carmen, and that was two years ago. So, four I guess."

"But you've slept with a lot more," she prodded.

Dangerous territory.

"Um…I've dated around, I suppose. I guess I've been looking for someone special."

She blushed, but I wasn't sure if it was from my words or from the liquor.

"Truth or dare, Bella."

"Truth, definitely. I can't drink any more shots." She was already leaning against my side.

It was my chance. I took a deep breath.

"Why did you leave Seattle?"

She shuddered against me. I pulled her tighter, lifting her onto my lap. She didn't fight me as her
head fell back against my shoulder. I admired her perfect exposed neck, wanting to kiss every inch.
Her voice grabbed my attention before any inappropriate licking began.

"When I left the last group home, I was eighteen and had just graduated high school. I'd been dating
a guy that graduated the year before me. We decided to get an apartment together, and I got a job
working as a library clerk. He was a part-time mechanic. We didn't make much, but it was enough to
get a small place.

"After a month or two, things started to change. He was angry all the time and loved to lash out at
me. Nothing I tried to do made him happy, and he let me know it. In the back of my mind I knew it
wasn't a healthy relationship, but I didn't feel like I had any options. I tried calling my old caseworker
from when I was in the foster system, but she wasn't there anymore. I had nowhere to go, nobody to
turn to. I've always been shy and kept to myself…it was hard making friends being tossed around so
much."

She shuddered again and took a long breath. My thoughts were dark, and I almost didn't want to
hear what I knew was coming next.

"Close to a year passed and the situation didn't get any better. No matter what I did, he called me
trash, told me I was ruining his life. It's hard not to start believing it when it's hammered into your
head all the time. My tears only seemed to make him angrier. I would occasionally think about
picking up and leaving, but I had no money. I started to hide a little from every paycheck, just enough
that he wouldn't notice, waiting for a good time to escape."

She took a couple deep breaths and I brushed her hair from her face.

"One day he came home and went nuts. He threw the dinner I made against the wall and then
he…he…" her words paused with a sob.

I nuzzled her face with mine, keeping my firm embrace around her. I would have done anything to
take away her pain. Maybe just having her talk about it—to me—would help.

"What did he do?" I asked softly.

"He hit me. Hard. Over and over. When I finally came to my senses and tried to fight back, his hands
came around my neck. He threatened to kill me, and something snapped inside. I knew he would do
it, and although I may have preferred death to his anger at times…I didn't want to die. When he fell
asleep, I left with nothing except a couple changes of clothes, my backpack, and about thirty dollars I
had managed to keep from him. I had to get out of Seattle. If he ever found me, he would kill me."

If I ever found him, I would kill him.

My fists clenched involuntarily, but I relaxed them when I noticed. The last thing I wanted Bella to
see was my anger. She sighed as my fingers stroked her sides soothingly.

"Thank you for telling me that," I said. I breathed in the smell of her hair. "Can I tell you something?"

"Yeah," she said, sounding afraid of my response.

Did she really think the truth would make me think badly of her?

"I think you are the bravest woman I know."

She snorted in response. Her low opinion of herself needed to be worked on. Rose was going to be all
over that.

"You are. You pulled yourself out of a hopeless and dangerous situation. You survived. You saved
me," I said.

Maybe in more ways than one.

She turned her head and looked at my face.

"Truth, Edward. Why do you want me to stay?" she asked.

"I like you. You make me laugh. We have fun together. I think you are the most beautiful woman in
the world," I answered in all honesty.

"You think I'm beautiful?" she asked.

I would have laughed at her absurdity, but she sincerely didn't see it. I thought I had been pretty
obvious in my attraction to her.

"Yes. It is often hard to remain gentlemanly in your presence…I mean difficult," I corrected, hoping
she wasn't scared off at my body's reaction to having her sitting on my lap.

She giggled again.

"Bella, truth. Why did you jump on that maniac's back with the knife the other night?"

She bit her lip and turned her face. I turned her chin again to look at me. She took another deep
breath.

"After I left Ruby, the shelter I usually went to was full already. I found her coming out, and she told
me what you did. I guess I waited around to get one more glimpse of you," she said. Her fingers
traced over my face lightly, her eyes reverent. "I thought maybe you were an angel. A guardian angel.
I couldn't let him hurt you."

A twinge of guilt hit me. I didn't want her to think of me as a guardian angel. I wanted her to desire
me…the man, flaws and all.

"I'm not an angel, Bella. I'm no saint or hero or idol."

She shook her head. "You're just modest," she insisted.

It hurt me to do it, but I lifted her off my lap and set her beside me.

I grabbed the bottle of tequila and poured myself another shot.

I continued until I drowned my libido in liquor.

Seven Swans-a-Swimming

December 19

~~~BPOV~~~

I woke up with a pounding headache, sprawled over Edward like a blanket. I was relieved we were
both fully clothed as we lay on the couch. Sure I had thought about being with him in every way
possible, but I'd like to remember it the morning after.

His snores echoed in my head, and I lifted myself off him as gently as I could. I didn't want to wake
him up, but I had to take some aspirin before my brain combusted.

As I gulped down pills and water, I started piecing together our conversation from the night before. I
cringed as I remembered telling him about Jake.

Stupid, Bella.

He pulled away from me after my confession, just like I knew he would.

Why did I tell him all that anyway?

Tequila. Too much tequila.

My stomach lurched thinking about it and I covered my mouth, hoping to keep the aspirin and water
down. I was never going to drink again.

I noticed the time and realized Alice would be there soon to pick me up. She had convinced me to go
shopping with her because her friend bailed and she didn't want to go alone. I tried to tell her I
wouldn't make a good shopping partner since I knew nothing about fashion, but she waved off my
doubts and assured me we would have fun.

Did the Cullen siblings have some supernatural power that enabled them to always get their way?

I stood on unsteady legs and trudged up the stairs. By the time I had showered and dressed, I felt
almost normal again. Shouting voices greeted me as I came back downstairs.

"I'm going to kill Emmett!" someone screeched. "And you just had to follow his idiotic advice. Serves
you right to be so hungover!"

"Please make it stop," Edward moaned.

I peeked around the corner into the kitchen. Edward stood near the sink, his hair standing up in all
directions, and he held a plate over his groin region. A beautiful blonde woman stood in front of him,
poking his chest with her finger while Alice watched gleefully from the side.

"You men are such fools, always thinking with your dicks. I should have been a lesbian!" the blonde
yelled even louder.

I wondered if she was an old girlfriend of Edward's.

"Ahhh, my ears. Rose, stop please. I'll do whatever you say if you just shut up. I can't take it
anymore," Edward pleaded.

Rose.

Rosalie…Emmett's wife. Alice had told me about Rose the other day. I assumed her presence meant
she was also going shopping with us.

Why was she so upset with Edward?

My spying was no longer covert when Alice saw me and cleared her throat. All three of them set their
sights on me, and I fidgeted under their surveillance. Rosalie threw one more glare at Edward before
walking over to me with her hand outstretched.

"Hello, Bella. I'm Rosalie. You can call me Rose," she said with a smile.

I shook her hand. "Hi," I replied, not knowing what else to say.

I was quite sure she was the most gorgeous woman I'd ever seen. My inadequacies were sure to be
magnified standing next to her. But her eyes weren't harsh, and she gazed at me with warmth and
curiosity.

"Okay then," Alice said as she walked over. "Bella, are you ready to go?"

"She hasn't had any breakfast," Edward argued, pushing past both Rose and Alice to stand in front of
me.

His eyes were bloodshot, and I wanted to laugh at his hair, but all I felt were the tingles when he
grabbed my hand to hold in his.

"How are you feeling, Bella? You don't have to go with them if you don't want to," he told me.

"It's fine. I feel all right now. I want to go," I assured him. I wasn't sure if I really wanted to, but I
didn't want to disappoint Alice.

He nodded. "Do you want something to eat? I can make some eggs?" he offered.

My queasy stomach rumbled, and I gave him a small smile. Rose interjected before I could reply.

"We'll take care of her," she said. He turned and glared at her, but she glared right back. I didn't
understand what was going on.

"I'll be okay," I told Edward so he wouldn't worry. He really was too kind to me. I was glad my word
vomit about Jake hadn't turned him completely away.

He let go of my hand and nodded before walking into the den. "What time will you be back?" he
asked from the next room.

"Later," Alice replied. "I'm sure you can entertain yourself today."

He growled as he walked back in. Even though he tried to hide it, I saw him hand something over to
Alice. He came back over to me, hugging me to him.

"Have fun today, beautiful. Thank you for talking to me last night," he whispered in my ear.

My heart raced from his words.

What did it mean? Was it possible telling him the truth hadn't ruined everything?

~~~*~~~TDoC~~~*~~~

I learned quickly that it wasn't a shopping trip for Alice.

It was a shopping trip for me.

My protests, pleading, and arguments fell on two sets of diamond-studded deaf ears. They herded
me into dressing room after dressing room, making me try on so many clothes, I couldn't even keep
track. It all became one big blur of cashmere, silk, and satin. They somewhat abided by my wishes
that they didn't go overboard with buying. I already felt so indebted, and shook my head in disbelief
when they appeared wounded from only carrying one bag out of a store instead of ten.

"Time for a re-fueling break," Alice announced, pulling me into a bistro.

We sat down, and my weary body sighed in relief. The conversation turned serious after we were
served our lunches.

"Bella, be honest with me. Are you comfortable staying with Edward? You know if you aren't, there
are other options. If you don't want to be there, we can get you another place," Alice said.

Other options?

"What do you mean?" I asked, taking a bite of my sandwich.

"I mean exactly what I said. I know you accepted this proposal of Edward's to stay there until you
found work, but I want to know your feelings about it. You shouldn't feel trapped. We will get you an
apartment if you'd rather live alone, or you could stay with either of us if you are uncomfortable with
Edward," she explained.

I shook my head. "No, I'm not uncomfortable. I like Edward," I said, feeling my cheeks heat. "I…I just
feel like I'm taking advantage of him. He's too generous," I added.

Rose snorted. "Bella, Edward is thinking with his little head like all men do. He wants to get into your
pants," she stated bluntly.

My face went up in flames as I shook my head.

"No, it's not like that. He feels sorry for me. I'm just like a stray cat," I reasoned, not sure they
understood my analogy.

"Oh, really? Do you see any other stray cats at his place with perky tits and a nice ass?" Rose asked.

My eyes popped out of my head, and I looked around to make sure nobody heard her. Fortunately,
none of the other patrons were paying any attention to us.

Did Edward want me?

Something clicked in my head and I recalled a blurry memory of him saying I was beautiful the night
before. Then he'd called me beautiful again this morning…but that was because he was worried.

I couldn't deny I desired him, but I couldn't act on it. I would only hurt him in the end.

"It doesn't matter anyway. Even if what you're saying is true, he knows the truth now and doesn't
want me that way," I told them.

I was sure they were looking out for Edward. They knew it would be bad for him to get too tangled
up with me.

Rose reached across the table and took my hand.

"What makes you think that?" she asked.

I shrugged. "He pulled away from me after I told him about Jake last night," I said softly.

"Is Jake the reason you left Seattle?" Alice asked. I had told her a little about my past the other day,
but not about Jake.

I nodded, looking down at my lap.

Before I knew it, they had pulled the entire story out of me. Without alcohol.

It was odd how I felt a little better after telling them the truth about me. It was as if some weight was
taken off my shoulders.

"And you said Edward pulled away from you after you told him this?" Rose asked.

I thought hard about the night before, trying to remember the sequence of events through my
tequila haze.

"He told me he thought I was brave," I added.

"You are," Alice agreed as they both nodded their heads. "What else did he say?"

I racked my brain. "Oh! I told him I thought he was my guardian angel. He told me he wasn't an angel
or a hero. That's when he moved me off his lap," I told them.

"Huh. I guess he's not as much of a prick as I thought," Rose mused.

"He's not a prick at all!" I exclaimed, coming to his defense.

Rose just smiled. "Oh, Bella. Believe me, Edward Cullen can be a selfish, egotistical, moody bastard at
times. He likes to always get his way, and can be a real shit when he doesn't." She paused for a
minute and tapped her chin with her finger. "He may have met his soft spot though," she said,
looking at me.

"I'm proud of my brother," Alice added.

"I don't understand. What are you guys talking about?" I asked.

"There you are sitting on his lap in prime position, looking at him with adoring eyes, and he doesn't
make a move," Rose said. "Bella, he felt guilty. He doesn't want you to think of him as an angel
because he isn't. He wants you to lust after him like he does you."

I thought over her words. It started to make sense. He had been into it when I touched him that night
after putting up the tree.

"Are you attracted to him?" Rose asked.

Um, yes.

My face evidently said it all because they both broke out in laughter.

"It's not right though," I mumbled.

"And why not?" Rose asked indignantly.

Her eyes were fiery, and I was a little afraid to tell her my reasons.

"Rose, don't scare her," Alice said. She looked at me. "Why do you think it's not right to like Edward?"

I twisted my hands nervously in my lap. "I'll only bring him down. I have nothing…no family, no
home, no job. I don't want to ruin him like I did Jake."

"Now you listen here," Rose started. "You need to get your head straight about this Jake business.
That fucking asshole will be lucky if I don't fly out to Seattle and remove his testicles with a nail file.
He is a monster, and nothing he said to you was true. He's the worthless one, not you. He's a loser
and deserves to die for what he put you through."

She finally stopped to take a breath. Our server glanced over at her raised voice but was at least
smart enough to stay the hell away during her tirade. He may have winced at the nail file to the
testicles comment.

"As for Edward," she continued. "From what I've seen and heard so far…I'd say you two just may be
perfect for each other. You offset his douchiness quite nicely. Esme may quibble a little at first, but
once she gets to know you, she'll love you. I know from experience."

I glanced between Rose and Alice. Alice nodded and gave me a sheepish smile.

"Mother can be a bit snobby at times, but deep down she has a good heart," she added.

"What she means is that Esme can be a raging bitch," Rose interrupted. "But, it doesn't last long. I
don't come from money like all of them. I met Emmett when I was working as a part-time waitress.
His car had broken down alongside the road, and I pulled over and popped his hood," she said with a
grin, wagging her eyebrows.

I giggled and she continued.

"Esme pitched a bit of a fit at first. She wanted Emmett engaged to some society slut. What was her
name again?" she asked Alice.

"Victoria," she answered.

"Oh yeah…Victoria. You should have seen old Vicki's face when Emmett paraded me around the next
big function," Rose said between giggles with Alice. "Anyway, the point is that Esme got over it after
seeing how happy Em and I were together. The same will be true with you and Edward."

"But…no…it isn't like that. I mean…Edward…he and I…no," I stammered, unable to get my point
across.

"Bella, he has it bad for you. Don't doubt it. He's my brother, and I know him better than anybody.
The only thing stopping him is you. I guarantee he's going to pounce once you give him the go-ahead.
If you want to be with Edward, all you have to do is take him," Alice told me.

"And you can knock out the first meeting with Esme at the Christmas ball in a couple days," Rose
said.

"Wait. What?"

"What did you think all those gowns that you tried on were for?" Rose asked, raising her eyebrow.

I felt sick. I couldn't appear at a ball. I didn't know the first thing about schmoozing, dancing,
elegance.

"Don't worry. We'll have your back. You'll be fine," Alice assured me. "Edward wants you there with
him."

I tried to forget my anxiety and concentrate on the man. My mind whirled with possibilities.

Me and Edward?

A couple?

~~~*~~~TDoC~~~*~~~

It was late by the time I returned, but Edward was waiting for me. He grabbed the piles of bags from
Rose and Alice, basically kicking them out. I giggled as they said their hurried goodbyes and left.

"Did you have fun today?" he asked, pulling me into a hug.

I nodded and hugged him back. I forgot everything for a moment and let my body take control. My
hands slid up his back, and I filled my nose with his scent, burying my face in the crook of his neck.

In that moment, I believed anything might be possible.

His embrace tightened, and he pulled me up, my toes practically leaving the floor.

"You smell so good," he said softly in my ear.

I shivered.

I needed this. Him.

"Edward," I said.

His grip slacked, but his arms stayed around me. I reached into my pocket while he pulled back to
look into my eyes.

I grasped the sprig of mistletoe and raised my hand above both of our heads. He looked up at it and
then back down at my face, his eyes sparkling as he grinned.

"Kiss me."

No sooner had the words left my mouth than his lips were on mine. The gentle caresses took my
breath away. The mistletoe was dropped as my hands wrapped around his neck, asking him for
more.

He moaned in pleasure, pressing his lips down firmly. His arms tightened around me again as our
kisses deepened. I opened my mouth, desperately wanting to taste him, and my body tingled as our
tongues slid together.

It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before.

I didn't know how long we stood there kissing, but I knew I never wanted it to end.

Six Geese-a-Laying

December 20

~~~EPOV~~~

Beep. Beep. Beep.

My hand crashed down on my alarm.

Why was I up at 6:00 am again?

Oh yeah. I had to get to the store.

I jumped out of bed and took the quickest shower ever. Once I changed, I ran down the stairs and
wrote a note to Bella in case she woke before I got home.

The clerk at the store must have seen the desperation on my face because he kept his smirks to a
minimum when I requested every piece of mistletoe they had.

MMBM was moving along swimmingly and Bella herself had laid down a new path.

I loved whichever genius originally made up the mistletoe-kissing rule. I needed to send the kind soul
a thank you card and maybe a fruit basket.

With enough mistletoe to hang from every doorway in my house, I whistled with glee as I drove back
home just thinking about kissing Bella again. Having tasted her lips made me want her even more,
and I didn't think that was possible. It was a crime that we'd spent almost a week together without
kissing.

I hadn't wanted to let her out of my arms the night before, but eventually said goodnight so she
could go to bed.

I had to talk my dick down from the ledge. He was still ignoring me.

Patience had never been one of our virtues, but I was willing to try it with Bella.

To a degree.

Perhaps now that I knew she was amenable, I would try to speed things along.

That was where the mistletoe came into play. As soon as I walked in, I started hanging plants from
every available flat surface. I considered weaving that shit together to form a canopy over the whole
house but didn't have the time.

"Edward? What are you doing?"

I looked down at Bella from the top of the ladder.

Hanging mistletoe from the light fixtures wasn't wrong…was it?

I decided to go with my signature grin and see if it worked.

She raised her eyebrow and shook her head before walking to the kitchen.

Hmm.

I put away the ladder and the last bagful of greens before joining Bella in the kitchen.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked, loving the way she relaxed against me when I embraced her from
behind.

I brushed her hair to the side so I could nibble on her neck. She moaned and reached up to run her
hand through my hair.

Didn't she know what her sounds did to me?

I pulled her tight, pressing my body into hers. Her skin tasted so good as I sucked at the base of her
ear.

"Edward?"

"Yes?"

"What do you want for breakfast?" she asked, taking her hand from my hair.

Your legs wrapped around my face.

"Whatever you want, beautiful."

I grabbed bowls and milk while she nabbed boxes of cereal and spoons…we worked well together.

"What's on the agenda today?" she asked after our breakfast was served.

I wanted to play under the mistletoe but I was up for anything.

"I thought maybe we could stop by a couple more bookstores, and perhaps a library or two," she
added.

Except that.

I pouted a little and rubbed her foot with mine.

"Are you that eager to get away from me?" I asked, not caring if I sounded like I was whining.

She sighed. "It's not about getting away from you. It's about doing something. I can't just sit around
here all day mooching off you. I need to get a job, make some money."

I wanted her here all day though. I liked having her here with me.

Maybe I could talk her into being the Julia Roberts to my Richard Gere?

My beck-and-call girl.

Yes, I've seen it. Get over it.

She'd probably hate that idea though, with the whole hooker aspect and all, so I kept it to myself.

"We can go check out some more if you want," I finally replied. I would indulge her until I could
figure out a plan to make sure she stayed.

MMBM would have to be taken to a whole new level.

My thoughts were interrupted when she shouted out in surprise.

"What in the…"

She bent over, looking at side of the table.

"Edward, why did you tape mistletoe here? Did you plan to kiss me under the table?" she asked.

"Yes."

Under it…on top of it…around it.

She squealed and laughed when I left my chair and pulled her down to the floor with me.

~~~*~~~TDoC~~~*~~~

We were getting ready to leave, having been delayed by a couple rounds of mistletoe mischief, when
the doorbell rang. Bella looked at me, and I shrugged, not having a clue who it was. When I opened
the door, my mother stood on the other side.

Fuck!

"Mother…um…what are you doing here?" I kissed her cheek in greeting.

"Do I need an invitation to stop by and visit my boy?" she asked.

Yes.

"It's just surprising. You rarely come here," I pointed out.

Actually, what the fuck was she doing here? Did Alice or Emmett spill the beans?

"I was in the neighborhood and wanted to drop by and talk. Is this a bad time?"

Yes, I just had Bella pinned against the wall.

"Well, I was about to head out," I said.

"It won't take long." She walked in and looked around. "Why do you have mistletoe hanging from
your chandelier?"

I swallowed a couple times, glancing over to where Bella had stood a minute ago.

Where did she go?

"Oh, just messing around. What did you want to discuss?"

"Well, I ran into Tanya yesterday at the salon, and she told me you hadn't called her yet about
escorting her to the Christmas benefit tomorrow. You promised me you would attend. Did you
change your mind and not tell me?"

"I'm planning to go," I said.

"Shouldn't you have given your date more notice? It's not very polite to call her at the last minute."

I'd rather take the guy that tried to stab me than Tanya.

"I'm not taking Tanya. I already have a date."

Her eyes widened, and she frowned.

"Really? Who?"

"Bella Swan."

She furrowed her brow, trying to put a face with the name.

Good luck with that one, Mother!

I kept my chuckles to myself.

"I don't recognize that name. Do I know her?"

"I doubt it. She's relatively new to Chicago."

"How did you meet?"

I contemplated how much to tell her. I didn't want her going postal with Bella in the house.

"We met at the homeless shelter the other night when I did the charity food service," I explained.

She looked at me curiously. I visualized the wheels turning in her head.

"Hmm…it's surprising Tanya didn't mention you cozied up to another girl when she was there with
you," she mused.

"First, she wasn't there with me. We both happened to be there. Second, you really need to get the
idea of Tanya and me together out of your head. It's never going to happen."

I'd rather saw my own arm off with a butter knife than let that wench anywhere near me or my dick.

We both shuddered at the thought.

"So, I'll meet this Bella tomorrow then?" she asked, ignoring my statement about Tanya.

"Yes, Mother. Tomorrow," I said.

~~~*~~~TDoC~~~*~~~

"She won't hate you," I assured.

At least not for long.

Bella shook her head, not believing a word out of my mouth. We were on our way to another Barnes
& Noble, while I tried to calm her nerves. She'd been upset since my mother left the house.

I reached for her hand over the console, feeling the now familiar charge of energy every time I
touched her. I was determined never to be without it again.

I craved it. Her.

"Edward, what about there?"

I looked in the direction she was pointing, seeing a small bookshop I'd never noticed before.

Huh.

It was in an upscale section of retail shops, very close to home. I turned the car around and found a
parking spot.

"It's cute," she remarked as we approached the front, walking hand-in-hand.

"Yeah, it's nice," I agreed. I loved the location. It would be perfect to have her close, but I had major
doubts they were hiring. It looked like a relatively small-scale operation.

I followed Bella inside, finding an elderly woman behind a counter and nobody else in sight. I smiled
weakly, imagining our inquiry would prove futile.

Bella did her spiel, and the lady answered as I expected her to in that they weren't hiring, but my
attention was grabbed when she explained that she and her husband owned the store. I gave the
place a thorough inspection, a brilliant idea forming in the back of mind.

"Is your husband around?" I asked nonchalantly.

She rolled her eyes and waved her hand toward the back. "He's back there somewhere, probably
watching golf or something," she muttered.

I wanted to inform her it was the end of December and there likely wasn't any golf on, but held my
tongue. I leaned down and gave Bella a chaste kiss.

"I'll be right back, okay? Why don't you look around? Pick some things out that you like. Only five
shopping days left," I added with a grin.

She shook her head and returned to talking with the shop lady. I turned and followed the rows to a
back hallway, chuckling when I found the husband in his very own man cave complete with recliner
and big screen TV. I knocked lightly on the wall and he turned his head toward me.

"No public restrooms," he said.

I laughed, liking him already.

"I'm not here for that. I understand you're the owner of this place," I said.

"Unfortunately," he grumbled. He leaned toward me like he wanted to tell a secret. "Worst damn
decision I ever made. Wife wanted a bookstore, I wanted to retire. Guess who won?"

I pulled up a chair and sat down.

"Is it a money drain?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Sucked me dry. I've tried to sell it a few times, even knowing it'd break her heart, but nobody's
biting in this market. Not even selling at a loss. These small shops have no chance with those huge
superstores," he complained.

If I'd had a mustache, I would have begun twirling it between my fingers.

"If I may, I think I might have a proposal that will solve both our problems," I started.

He held his hand up and looked me over from head to toe.

"If you're in here trying to sell me encyclopedias or some other nonsense, you can just leave right
now," he said.

Yeah, I liked him a lot.

"No. I'm not here to sell you anything. I'm here to buy. I'm Edward Cullen," I said, watching
recognition wash over his face.

My family name could get me just about anything I wanted in Chicago…actually in a lot of cities, but
especially Chicago. It was understandable considering my family owned half the city. He met my
outstretched hand and shook it.

"Max Tolsen."

"Max, can I show you something for a second?"

He nodded and followed my lead, standing up and walking back to the hallway. I looked around the
corner, seeing Bella flipping through a novel.

"You see that girl?" I asked him.

"Yeah."

"She's the future Mrs. Edward Cullen, she just doesn't know it yet," I told him, pushing him back
toward the cave before she saw us.

I didn't know it yet either, but my mouth apparently did.

I guess I'm all in now.

He snickered and raised his eyebrows.

"Women make you do strange things," he said, and I nodded.

"Yeah, I guess they do. Bella needs a job, and I need her job to be flexible and close," I explained.

"You want to buy this store to give your girlfriend a job?" he asked in disbelief.

I shook my head. "Not quite. I'm willing to be a co-owner with you. I'm willing to pay half your initial
investment right now. And how about we add the option for me to buy you out fully in say five
years? Or if you and your wife decide to retire early, I could buy you out then as well," I said.

His jaw dropped open, and I could see the dollar signs in his eyes.

"Then your wife…what's her name, by the way?"

"Laura."

"Okay, so then Laura and Bella can run this place and split time or hire others…however they decide
to do it," I added.

He looked down at his lap for a minute before glancing at me with a frown.

"You realize you're not going to make a profit, right?" he asked.

"Yeah, I kind of got that impression," I said with a chuckle. It was obvious the store was unprofitable
now, but I was a fucking Cullen. I'd figure out a way for it to make money eventually.

Change the displays, add some marketing, maybe put tables out and add free Wi-Fi for an internet
café…there were a lot of ideas running through my head.

He shook his head and grinned. I felt better knowing he was at least attempting to be honest with
me.

"Well, you have a deal, Mr. Cullen. I'm not sure exactly what to say except thank you…and maybe
you're a little crazy," he joked.

"Probably more than a little…and it's Edward," I told him. "I will have my lawyer draw up a contract
and bring it to you in a day or two. Will that work?"

"Absolutely," he said, shaking my hand again.

I gave him a card with my number and told him I'd be in touch.

"She's a lucky girl," he said as I walked toward the door.

I turned around and shook my head. "Nope, I'm the lucky one."

~~~*~~~TDoC~~~*~~~

"I'm going to embarrass you," she said.

"No you won't. Look, watch again." I repeated the steps to the waltz I was trying to teach her.

Her eyes were focused and her lips pursed as she tried to mimic my feet in time to the music. I
couldn't resist any longer, pulling her close to me and lifting her up to swing in my arms.

"Besides, it's all in the leading," I whispered in her ear. "I plan on having you in my arms all night at
the ball."

She smiled against my cheek.

"I'll step on your feet," she warned.

"That's okay; my toes will survive."

I spun her around again before setting her down. We tried starting from the top one more time and
she finally seemed to get it.

"See, you're dancing!" I said.

Suddenly, she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. I groaned when her tongue met mine,
and my hands moved from her back down to her perfect ass, which I was only beginning to
familiarize myself with. I lifted her up until her legs wrapped around me and carried her over to the
couch, where we fell into a heap of roving hands, panting kisses, and tangled limbs.

My lips sought out every spot on her neck while my hands desperately touched anywhere they could
reach. I couldn't get enough.

"I want you so much," I told her.

Her breathy moan in response nearly made me come undone. My hands slid under her blouse,
touching her soft skin and memorizing her tempting curves. Her fingers gripped my hair, trying to pull
me closer.

It could never be close enough.

"I want you, too," she said.

I unbuttoned her jeans, needing to feel all of her.

"I…I'm scared."

I stopped everything at her whispered red flag, lifting my head up to find her pained face.

She's scared of me?

"I would never harm a hair on your head, Bella," I told her, brushing my thumb lightly across her
cheekbone.

I would, however, kill that asshole son-of-a-bitch in Seattle for doing this to her.

"I don't believe you'd ever physically hurt me, Edward." She paused and looked away from my eyes.

I leaned in close, tilting her chin until she faced me again.

"Tell me what you're thinking," I said.

"I'm afraid this is all going to disappear. You…me…us…is it real? I keep waiting for the dream to end,
to wake up and realize none of this happened. It scares me right to my bones," she told me, her eyes
shiny with unshed tears.

I lifted myself off her and pulled her onto my lap. I brushed her hair back from her face,
contemplating the right words.

"I think any relationship worth having involves some risks on both sides. There has to be trust. I can
promise you that my intentions toward us, our future, are good. I want you with me. Do you want
me?" I asked.

"How could I not?" she replied with a small smile.

"Oh, I don't know. There are plenty of people that would probably tell you I'm quite the asshole."

"I think you're perfect," she said softly. "For me."

I grinned at her addition. It was exactly the right thing to say.

"I think you're perfect for me, too," I agreed. I brushed her cheeks again with my fingers, glad to see
her full smile had returned. "Why don't we make out like a couple teenagers in the back of a car for
awhile before bed?"

She laughed but willingly went along with my request. It was the hottest make out session I'd ever
had…by far.

And when it was time to bid goodnight at her bedroom door, I was shocked when she pulled me in
with her, asking me to hold her.

Holding Bella in my arms as she slept instantly turned out to be my new favorite activity.

I would see to it that it became a permanent fixture in my life.

Five Gold Rings

December 21

~~~BPOV~~~

I woke up with Edward still asleep and curled around me, his arm locked around my waist and his leg
nestled between mine. His chest rose and fell against my back, and each breath he released on my
neck made me tingle. It was about as intimate a position as we could get without actually being
intimate.

And I loved every second of it…even if we were both still fully clothed.

I had never understood the appeal of sex before. Jake had been the only man I'd been with, and each
time for me had been an exercise in waiting for him to finish. The only thing I'd ever felt was relief
when it was over so I could go to sleep. It was unclear to me why people seemed to enjoy it so much.

But with Edward's kisses and his body wrapped around me, I began to wonder if there was
something more to it. His simple touches alone made me ache with want. I snuggled further back
into him, and his arm tightened around me.

Had I ever felt as happy in Jake's arms?

I didn't think so, not even at the beginning. What did that mean though? I had thought I loved Jake at
one time, but not anymore.

Did I turn to him just because I was so starved for any attention that I settled?

Probably.

Was I doing the same thing with Edward?

No.

Being with Edward was a far cry from settling. I cherished every second I spent with him. Despite my
fears of not being good enough, he still seemed to want me.

If he could overlook my flaws, how could I deny myself from being with him?

"You're thinking awfully hard over there," his sleepy voice said behind me. I smiled and rubbed his
arm.

His lips met the back of my neck when I didn't answer, and I closed my eyes, simply enjoying the way
my body warmed in response. While he peppered me with kisses, his hand lazily stroked circles on
my stomach. I arched my back, pressing into him again. He moaned, grinding his hips and sucking on
a spot at the base of my ear.

It felt so good, and I wanted more.

I placed my hand over his, guiding it from my stomach down to the button of my jeans. I didn't want
him to stop this time.

"Can I make you feel good?" he asked softly in my ear. His rough, morning voice made my entire
body shiver in anticipation.

I took a deep breath. I was ready to try it.

"I'll have sex with you, but I'm not sure I'm any good at it," I told him.

He paused, not moving or saying anything for a minute.

Did I say something wrong? Shouldn't he be taking off my pants?

Instead, he turned me on my back and hovered over me, his eyes stormy and his mouth set in a thin
line.

"Did he…is that what he said to you?" he asked in disbelief, spitting out the word he venomously.

I only nodded, not knowing what else to say. Edward was already angry enough.

He mumbled something under his breath, and laid down on his side next to me, propped up on his
elbow. His hand started rubbing my stomach again as he stared at me. I had no idea what was going
on in his head.

Maybe I was worse at sex than I thought. I'd already turned him off and hadn't even taken my clothes
off yet.

"Bella, I want to talk to you about a couple things. Is that all right?" he asked.

I nodded again and he sighed.

"Okay, first of all…that piece of shit in Seattle. He is a moron; he's nothing. Anything he ever said to
you, just throw it out. None of it was true. It was him who had the problems, not you," he said.

I wanted to believe him.

"Second, if at any time ever…and I mean ever…you feel the least bit uncomfortable or you don't like
something I say or do, I want you to tell me. I would never touch you or say something to hurt you in
anger. Do you understand that?" He leaned over and kissed me.

"Yes," I said. He smiled and brushed my cheek.

"I'm not saying we won't ever argue in the future, but I would never intentionally hurt you," he
added. "I want you to feel like you can tell me anything, especially if you are uneasy about
something."

"Okay."

"Now…earlier, when I asked if I could make you feel good… I wasn't talking about sex. I only wanted
to touch you," he said.

Huh?

Jake had always just got in and got out. There hadn't been much touching, nor had he ever requested
to make me feel good.

Edward's lips came down on mine slowly. The sweetness of his soft and gentle kisses made me
practically melt into the mattress. I opened my eyes and smiled when he pulled away, his face inches
from mine.

"You are so beautiful," he said, making my heart pound as his eyes stared into mine.

He really thought I was beautiful.

I wanted to cry, laugh, jump for joy, and scream all at the same time. I felt pulled in a million different
directions, but there was one underlying emotion that I had to acknowledge.

I was falling in love with him.

He lowered his face again, my eyes closing as his nose slid along mine. His kisses started at my lips,
before moving along my jaw. My breathing quickened when his lips trailed down my neck and across
my collarbone. His hand moved down my side, stroking my hip and thigh.

"I want to kiss every inch of you," he murmured.

I wanted him to, also.

My skin tingled as he touched and kissed, but the ache in my abdomen deepened.

"Edward, please," I said, not really sure what I was asking him to do.

"Can I touch you, Bella?" he asked again.

"Yes," I told him, panting with need.

His lips never left my skin as he unbuttoned my jeans. Nothing but desire and excitement flowed
through me as his fingers slipped inside my panties. My hips bucked instinctively when he slid along
my hot flesh. I bit my lip to keep from yelling out or moaning loudly.

"Let go, baby. Does that feel good?" he whispered in my ear.

"Yes, so good," I said, gripping his hair.

He brought his mouth back to mine, our tongues moving together. I moaned when his fingers slid
inside me, thrusting slowly.

"Bella," he said against my lips. "You feel so good. I can't wait to taste you, love you."

My heart pounded not only from his touches, but from his words. He couldn't wait to love me.

Could he love me?

Please God…let him love me.

He eventually broke his kisses, his own breathing coming quickly. He thrust his fingers deep into me,
rubbing his thumb along my sensitive skin.

"Do you like that?" His voice was thick, deep.

I moaned and nodded in response…so close to coming apart. My hips moved in time to his hand, and
I cried out when something broke inside, pleasure flooding through me.

I'd experimented on myself before, in an occasional moment of privacy during my teen years, but
nothing compared to what I'd just experienced.

Edward continued kissing me as I came down from my high. I was on top of the world.

If this was what sex was all about, I was definitely eager to explore further.

When he pulled away again, I looked to find him grinning down at me.

"That's a big smile on your face, Miss Swan," he teased.

"Wow."

I wanted to ask him something, but was embarrassed. I put my hands over my face.

"What's the hiding and blushing for?" he asked, playfully pushing my hands away.

I took a deep breath and kept my eyes closed. "Is that what sex is supposed to feel like?"

His hot breath flowed over my neck before his lips brushed my ear. "Baby, that's only the beginning."
His voice was a soft purr, making my toes curl. "It's only going to get better. I'm going to make you
feel so good, you won't remember your name."

"Ahhh…" I was already mumbling intelligibly and he was only talking.

He chuckled and hugged me to him. Eventually my breath returned as well as coherent thoughts. I
felt a little guilty that I was the only one satisfied. I reached down to palm the obvious erection in his
jeans.

His eyes locked on mine as he pulled my hand away.

"Not this morning, Bella," he said. "Hasn't anyone ever just pleased you and expected nothing in
return?"

"No, but..."

He cut me off with a sizzling kiss, and I momentarily forgot why I was protesting in the first place.

"We have forever," he said with a smile. He sat up and gave me one last peck. "I'm going to go
shower. I think Rose and Alice will be here soon to pick you up."

He walked toward the door, turning around in the doorway.

"I'll have some breakfast for you downstairs after you get ready," he said before winking and heading
toward his room.

I fell back on the bed, my mind whirling with everything that had just happened.

One thing stood out more than anything else.

We have forever.

~~~*~~~TDoC~~~*~~~

" Bella, that's about the five hundredth time you've giggled today," Alice said, fussing with my gown.

The three of us had been at a salon all day getting plucked, waxed, primped, and styled. It would
have been torturous if I hadn't still been floating from my morning with Edward.

After the salon, we finished dressing at Alice's house, where Jasper, Emmett, and Edward were
picking us up for tonight's benefit.

I still couldn't wrap my mind around going to a ball.

"Yeah, and what's with the dreamy smile you have plastered on your face?" Rose asked. They were
tag-teaming me.

"You had sex!" Alice yelled, before making a gagging motion. "Ugh…with my brother!"

"No, I didn't," I said, smiling as I remembered Edward explaining he only wanted to touch me.

Rose shook her head. "You definitely have the sex glow and the sappy, I-just-had-a-fuckawesome-
orgasm face."

I turned away. I did have one of those.

"See! You aren't denying it," Rose added.

"I can't talk about this," I told them. They both scoffed.

"Please, this is what friends are for," Alice said.

I blushed, knowing they weren't going to give up.

"Alright, I had a good morning. That's all I'm saying."

Rose grinned knowingly. "If Edward is anything like his brother, you will be kept very satisfied."

Alice covered her ears. "This is officially too weird. Let's go with Bella's no talking rule." She stood me
up and walked me over to the full-length mirror. "Are you ready to see?" she asked.

I took a deep breath and looked at the image in the mirror. I didn't recognize the girl wearing the
long green satin dress, her hair and make-up flawless. My eyes stared in disbelief as Alice placed a
diamond necklace around my neck.

"Now this is just a loan; you can't have a naked neck without the old biddies there going into a tizzy,"
she told me.

"You're gorgeous," Rose told me, coming to stand beside me. "What do you think?"

I didn't know what to think. I couldn't believe it, even though I saw it with my own eyes. A week
before, I had no place to sleep at night.

Now, I looked like a princess.

I suddenly felt stifled from the barrage of changes I'd been through in the last week. It was as if I had
no control over anything and I was only along for a ride. An unbelievable ride. I couldn't stop the
tears building up in my eyes.

Were they tears of happiness? Sadness? Fear?

Maybe a combination of all three and more.

"Oh, Bella," Rose said, hugging me to her. "It's all right. I know you probably feel overwhelmed right
now."

Alice joined in the hug, embracing me from behind. It seemed not only Edward had changed my life,
but now I had two friends. I pushed down all the emotions inside, determined not to ruin anyone's
night with my issues.

"I'm okay," I said, straightening my shoulders. "I didn't ruin the makeup you put on me, did I Alice?"

She just laughed and fixed me up.

It wasn't long after that the guys showed up. I concentrated on not tripping as I walked down the
stairs in low heels, but I stopped halfway to take in the scene of my tuxedo-clad Edward. He stood at
the bottom of the stairs, his mouth open and eyes wide, staring up at me.

If a normally-dressed Edward made my heart skip a beat, my heart stopped completely when I saw
him in the tux.

Thankfully, he shook himself out of his stupor and jogged to get me before I fell down the stairs. He
stopped one step below me, our eyes almost level, and brought my hand up to his lips.

"You look amazing," he said.

"So do you," I told him, finally regaining the power of speech. He grinned and took my arm, escorting
me the rest of the way to the first floor.

The others stood there watching the two of us like we were a circus sideshow. I looked at Rose and
Alice, raising my eyebrow.

"You two make a spectacular—and interesting—couple," Alice explained. "I don't think I've ever seen
stars in Edward's eyes before."

Edward cleared his throat, and his cheeks tinged pink.

Was it wrong that I wanted to jump on top of him and forget about the party?

"Bella, I don't think you've met my brother, Emmett," Edward said, changing the subject.

Emmett stepped forward, holding his hand out to me. He was tall, handsome, and well-built, but
what I noticed the most were his dimples and huge smile.

"Nice to meet you, Emmett," I said, shaking his hand.

"Good to meet you too, Little B. You've received high marks from my Rosie, so I like you already. It's
hard to get on her good side, since she doesn't like anybody very much," he said before receiving a
loud thwack to the back of his head. "Ouch!"

"I like people…sometimes," Rose complained.

"Ignore them. They're like this all the time," Edward explained.

We then left together, and I experienced my first ride in the back of a limousine. I was a ball of jitters,
and tried not to fidget and play with all the gadgets in the car. Edward kept one arm around my
shoulders and a hand on my knee, absorbing some of my excess energy and keeping me calm.

"It's going to be great. You're beautiful," he whispered in my ear when the car stopped at our
destination.

How could I tell him that most of my anxiety came from the thought of meeting his mother?

I was the last one to get out of the car, Edward right outside to assist me. The camera flashes as we
walked in unnerved me a bit, but he kept his arm around my waist and my body tucked into his side
the whole time. Once inside, I couldn't believe my eyes.

It wasn't the stares we garnered from the other finely dressed patrons, it was the opulence displayed
at every turn. Half the room was designated as a dance floor, and the other half was dotted with
tables, each of which had its own elaborate ice sculpture that probably cost as much as it would to
feed a family of four for a year. An orchestra played from a staged area at the side of the dance floor,
and servers rotated with gleaming silver trays holding champagne flutes and hors d'oeuvres.
Poinsettias garnished each table, amplifying the festive setting.

It even smelled wealthy.

Edward selected two glasses of champagne, handing one to me and then taking my hand to guide us
to a table. I breathed a sigh of relief seeing the other four again at our table. Their familiar faces
soothed my nerves a bit.

"Over the top, isn't it?" Rose said with a smirk.

I bit my lip and looked at the rest of them before nodding my head in agreement. Edward chuckled
and held out a chair for me to sit down next to Alice.

Before he could take the place beside me, Edward was besieged with greetings from several different
guests. His face took on a mask…it was as if he was a different person then when we were alone
together. He was witty, charming, sarcastic, confident, and perhaps arrogant.

It was…sexy.

Although, I loved the sweet and gentle Edward even more.

Everyone eyed me curiously, and I was introduced to several different Cullen family friends,
acquaintances, and admirers. As time passed, my anxiety level multiplied. I wondered where
Edward's parents were, wanting to get the interrogation over with.

Edward had told me I could reveal as much or as little as I wanted to. He was not embarrassed,
ashamed, or uncomfortable with anything about me. He said he was honored and proud that I was
with him.

I didn't believe him, of course.

I mean…how could he not be embarrassed about being with a homeless person?

I was broken out of my thoughts when Edward's fingers trailed down my arm, caressing my skin as he
kept his conversation going. My body flushed thinking about where those fingers had been that
morning.

"You okay?" Rose asked quietly, leaning toward me. I nodded and smiled at her.

Edward leaned down and kissed my ear.

"Mr. Madison wants me to go say hello to someone for just a moment. I'll be right over there," he
said, pointing across the room. "When I come back, I hope the most beautiful woman in the room
will allow me a dance."

My heart fluttered in my chest as I watched him walk across the room.

"You two are almost sickeningly sweet," Rose commented with a chuckle.

"I can't help it," I told her.

Edward turned his head toward me and winked. I probably turned the shade of a tomato. No sooner
had I calmed down than a strawberry-blonde woman appeared at our table, her eyes narrowed in my
direction.

Alice grabbed my hand under the table.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" she asked me. "I never forget a face."

"Well…hello, Tanya. This is Edward's girlfriend, Bella," Rose interjected.

Tanya glared at Rose before turning back to me.

"Since when are you his girlfriend? Esme didn't mention any girlfriend."

My mouth went dry, and I squirmed in my seat.

"Tanya, you shouldn't create a scene. You know your father wouldn't approve," Alice said.

"Yeah, you seem to be a little lost. The Cullen brother rejection table is to the right," Rose added.

My mouth dropped open, and I looked down at my lap before my giggles erupted.

"You are such a bitch, Rosalie," Tanya spat.

"What is your point?" she countered.

Tanya huffed and stalked off just as Jasper and Emmett arrived back.

"Everything okay?" Emmett asked, his eyebrows raised in Tanya's direction.

"It's fine…just girl talk," Rose said, grabbing the drink he carried for her. It looked like some fruity
drink, and I was almost jealous. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, and she grinned widely.

The guys finally sat down, and I laughed at the ongoing commentary and gossip about people around
the room. I leaned over toward Alice.

"Who is Edward talking to?" I whispered.

He was gesturing and smiling, every once in awhile looking in my direction. I knew he was discussing
me at one point because the older gentleman glanced at me and grinned.

"The governor," she replied.

Holy hell.

It wasn't long before Edward came back, sweeping me onto the dance floor.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?" he asked, holding me close to him.

"A few times," I said, smiling.

"I plan on saying it a few more times…just so you know," he whispered in my ear.

Our dancing was cut short after two songs when Tanya showed up.

"Edward, can I have this dance? Tyler here will take care of Bella," she said.

I was swept away before I could say a word, spinning around in some stranger's arms. He seemed
nice enough, but I had trouble paying attention. My eyes stayed on Edward and Tanya, and jealousy
flowed through me from the way her refined and polished appearance seemed to suit him.

No wonder Esme wanted them together.

I turned back toward Tyler, who smiled down at me.

"She's back," he said. "I was wondering if you even realized I was here."

"Yeah, well…" I had no idea what to say to this person.

"Maybe you would stay with me for another dance, give me a chance to introduce myself?" he asked.

"I don't think so," Edward said, taking my hands and glaring at Tyler.

Tyler chuckled. "You could always pick 'em, Cullen." He turned toward me. "Call me when you're
done with him. It was nice meeting you, Bella."

Edward pulled me tight to him as we moved away.

"I'm sorry about that," he said.

"It's not your fault," I replied, still unsettled from seeing Tanya in his arms.

He sighed, and I followed the direction of his eyes. His parents had arrived to the table. His mother's
gaze was already set in our direction, and I swallowed nervously, hoping my sweaty hand wouldn't
gross out Edward.

"It will be all right, Bella," he assured me as he led us toward them.

Carlisle smiled as we approached, but Esme's eyes were hard.

"Mother, Father, I'd like you to meet Bella Swan," he said.

I shook both their hands as we greeted each other. Everyone took their seats, and I was happy to be
on the other side from them.

Edward kept my hand in his, rubbing soothing circles on my palm. It might have been my
imagination, but it appeared Jasper, Emmett, and Rose were running interference, keeping Esme in
constant conversation.

"How are you doing?" Edward whispered in my ear as dinner was served. I squeezed his hand and
smiled at him, letting him know I was fine.

Esme chose that moment to start her questioning.

"Bella, Edward mentioned you were new to Chicago. Where are you from?"

I took a sip of my water. "I'm from Seattle," I said, trying to keep eye contact with her although I
really wanted to hide under the table.

"Is your family still there?"

"No…I…ah…don't have any family," I stammered, looking down quickly and taking a deep breath.

Please don't let me embarrass Edward.

He squeezed my hand, and I looked back up at her. Maybe Edward had given her a look or something
because she didn't prod any further about my family.

"What do you do, Bella?" she asked.

My heart started pounding in my chest, and my mind went blank.

"She's between jobs right now and looking to get back into school, aren't you?" Edward said softly,
saving me.

I only nodded in agreement.

Edward brought my hand back up to kiss again, and I met his caring eyes.

I looked back over and took in Esme's narrowed eyes at Edward's gesture of affection. My heart
clenched, even though I'd been told she was a tough nut to crack. She didn't even really know
anything about me, and already didn't like me.

What would happen when she learned the truth?

"So you and Edward met at the shelter? I don't recognize your name, and I'm on the charity board in
charge of the event that night. Were you there through some other organization? Or were you there
out of the kindness of your heart?" she asked, her tone laced with disdain.

My hands trembled in my lap, and the rest of the faces at the table looked at Esme with expressions
ranging from anger to shock.

"Esme," Carlisle pled softly before leaning over and whispering something in her ear.

Before Esme could ask another question, Rose took charge.

"Alice and I went shopping with Bella the other day and we just adore her. She's perfect for you,
Edward."

I blushed at her words, but she continued, on a roll.

"So, I think that's enough interrogation Esme. Besides, we have an announcement. We were going to
wait until Christmas, but I can't hold it in any longer," Rose said.

Esme clearly forgot all about questioning me as she turned her attention to Rose. It hurt to watch her
face transform from stiff and disapproving to motherly and warm in the blink of an eye.

"I'm pregnant," Rose announced.

~~~*~~~TDoC~~~*~~~

I never got another question all night.

Though I was glad for the reprieve, the dread in the pit of my stomach grew as we got up to leave. As
we walked to the exit, I turned back to see Tanya huddled with Esme. I shivered when their heads
simultaneously turned my way…Esme's face panicked and Tanya's triumphant.

I leaned into Edward's side and his arm tightened around me.

Could I survive losing him too?

Four Colly Birds

December 22

~~~EPOV~~~

I needed to buy Rose a car…or an island.

I thought my poor Bella was going to pass out right at the table, and I had been close to yelling at my
mother to mind her own business.

That probably wouldn't have done any good.

However, Rose saved the night. She was brilliant…plus I was happy for her and my brother.

It hadn't helped I was already agitated when my mom's questioning began. I had almost punched
Tyler McIntire when he stopped me on my way back to the table and asked if he could have a go at
Bella when I was done with her. I made it quite clear to him that if he even breathed in her direction,
I would kick his ass all over Chicago.

Then he had the audacity to dance with her. He was going down.

Cocksucker.

I'd never felt as jealous in my life as when I saw her dancing with him. I wanted Bella in my arms
alone.

She had been so beautiful in her green dress last night, almost taking my breath away when I saw her
on the staircase. I couldn't even count the number of people who stopped me to ask who she was,
and I loved being able to say I was with her. She had no idea how gorgeous she really was.

Luckily, I was the one who got to take her home.

She was even more beautiful in one of my t-shirts, lying asleep in my arms this morning. She'd been
so exhausted when we got back home, we didn't do anything except change and say goodnight
before she fell asleep in my bed.

In my bed.

I wanted it to be our bed.

I wasn't sure when this shift in my feelings occurred, but I couldn't deny it.

I loved her.

I wanted to give her everything she'd ever been without…family, security, fun, attention, care.

And orgasms.

Multiple. Daily.

The look on her face when she came was something I'd never forget. How anyone couldn't want to
give her pleasure and see her respond was completely beyond me.

I was broken from my thoughts when she stretched in her sleep, and I drooled seeing the hem of the
shirt rise up over her hip. It was difficult to keep my hands to myself, but I was still leery of pushing
her too fast. That fucker in Seattle had really done a number on her.

I hugged her tighter to me and breathed in her scent. For the time being, it was enough to have her
safe and happy in my arms.

My dick and I were turning over new leaves…trying out patience and maturity for the first time.

We'd see how long it lasted.

"Good morning," I said when Bella finally stirred.

"Morning," she grumbled.

"Did you have fun last night?" The question had been on my mind because she hadn't said much on
the way home.

She paused for a moment before shrugging.

"It was interesting," she murmured into her pillow. Then she turned onto her back and looked at me,
wiping sleep from her eyes.

"Interesting good or interesting bad?"

She shrugged again. "Just interesting…"

"Bella…" I narrowed my eyes at her. She was hiding something. "You know you can tell me anything,
right?"

She raised up, scooting herself back toward the headboard, now in a sitting position. "I don't know. It
was just unsettling to see all those people with all that money eating food that mainly went to waste,
especially when there are so many hungry people out there. I used to be one of them. Then on top of
that…those ice sculptures. They probably cost a ton of money and are nothing more than puddles of
water today."

She was right. It wasn't something I'd ever thought about before but had to acknowledge when
looking at it from her perspective.

"I'm sorry. That was rude of me to say," she started.

"No, it wasn't. You're right," I told her, stopping her apologies. I looked down at her and smiled.

She seemed a bit tentative, reaching her hand out as if she wanted to touch me and then pulling
back. Eventually, she sighed and moved toward the side of the bed.

"I'm going to go take a shower and make some breakfast," she said.

"I'll meet you down there," I replied, giving her a kiss before she got up. I watched her walk out and
wondered what was going through her head.

I thought over her words and a plan for the day came to me. Grinning at my brilliance, I grabbed my
phone to check my messages. I turned it off last night after the repeated calls from my mother, and I
sighed seeing my voicemail filled with ten messages from her.

As if overcoming Bella's past and insecurities weren't enough, I didn't need my mother causing extra
drama and inhibiting us from being together. I turned my phone back off and set it to charge. It was
going to be a phone-free day.

~~~*~~~TDoC~~~*~~~

I grabbed two Cubs baseball caps, putting one on and placing the other on Bella's head.

"Why do I have to wear a hat?"

Hat? Girls.

I stopped myself before I rolled my eyes at her.

"This is a cap, not a hat. And because we're on a secret mission," I told her, placing her hair behind
her ears. She looked so damn cute. "You are going to be filled with the Christmas spirit today."

"I have plenty of spirit," she told me.

I laughed. She certainly did.

I tickled her waist, loving the way she laughed and wiggled in my grasp.

"You better run or I'm going to fill you with something else and then we'll never get out of here," I
warned. She bit her lip and blushed. My dick protested from the false hope.

"Promises…promises, Mr. Cullen," she teased, running off toward the garage.

That little vixen! Damned if her feistiness didn't turn me on.

I subdued my urge to bend her over the hood of the car when I reached the garage. Our first time
would be more romantic.

But we'd be revisiting the car locale someday…that's for damn sure.

The flirting banter continued as we drove to our destination. I liked that Bella finally felt comfortable
enough with me to let out her silly side. She certainly kept me on my toes.

"So we're going to find my missing Christmas spirit at Kmart?" she asked when we drove into the
packed parking lot.

"You'll see, smartass," I replied with a grin.

I walked over to help her out of the car after cutting the engine. Those pouty lips of hers were
crushed under mine as I pressed her back against the door. I groaned when she whimpered against
my mouth.

She made the sexiest sounds when she was aroused.

Reluctantly, I pulled back before we made too much of a scene. This was supposed to be covert. I
grabbed a pair of sunglasses and put them on her.

"What are these for?" she said, laughing at me. "We're not robbing Kmart, are we?"

"No, quite the opposite, my darling," I told her before reaching into my pocket for a stack of hundred
dollar bills.

I'd grabbed some cash I kept in my safe at home while Bella was in the shower earlier that morning. I
looked around, making sure nobody was watching, and put the money in the inside pocket of her
coat.

Her mouth dropped open.

"What's that for?" she hissed softly. I kissed her again and smiled.

"You'll see," I said, grabbing her hand and pulling her inside.

We walked into the store, and I immediately headed for the layaway counter. The lady behind the
counter eyed us suspiciously as we approached. I supposed we may have looked somewhat nefarious
in our shades and caps. I glanced at her nametag.

"Hello, Sue. I hope you are having a nice holiday season," I said in greeting. She gave me a small
smile, and Bella looked at me like I needed a straight-jacket.

"What can I do for you?" she asked.

"Well, I was wondering if you might be able to ballpark about how many orders you currently have
on hold? How many people have yet to pay off their layaway bills before Christmas?" I asked,
squeezing Bella's hand.

Sue raised her eyebrow at me and gave another long curious gaze at the two of us. A few seconds
later she clicked some buttons on the computer and looked back at me.

"Around fifty orders," she told me.

I pulled out my wallet and black American Express card, laying it on the counter.

"I'd like to pay those off please," I said.

"What?" both Sue and Bella asked at the same time.

"I'd like to pay those off," I requested again.

Sue finally recovered from her shock and giddily put through the transactions. She didn't even break
stride when she saw whose name was on the card. Bella only stared at me, and I worried she might
be upset and think I was being stupid.

"This is a wonderful thing you're doing," Sue gushed, handing me the final slip to sign.

I signed my name, slid it back to her with a hundred dollar bill, and tipped my cap.

"Merry Christmas, Sue," I said.

I tugged on Bella's hand, and she followed me into a relatively empty aisle. She still hadn't said
anything, and I needed to know if she was upset.

"What are you thinking, Bella?" I asked, leaning down and sliding her sunglasses down her nose so I
could see her eyes.

They were watery and her lips trembled slightly.

"I'm sorry, baby. I thought it would be fun," I told her, pulling her tight against me in a hug.

"Edward, that was the sweetest thing I've ever seen," she whispered. Her arms gripped around my
neck. "Do you have any idea how many people's lives you just made better? How many will have a
nice Christmas for their kids now?"

My heart sighed with relief that she understood what I was trying to do and what I wanted her to be
a part of.

"You inspired the idea," I said.

"I did?"

"Yes, you did. You were right when you mentioned that the extravagance last night was sad. It's easy
to forget sometimes how many people struggle, especially this time of year. I wanted to take you out
today and try the giving part," I explained.

She pulled my glasses down and stared into my eyes.

"Edward, I...I…love…"

Unfortunately her words were cut off by a passerby with a cart.

Was she going to tell me she loved me?

My heart raced with hope, but she remained quiet after the moment passed. I didn't want to push
her, so I changed the subject. I slid both our pairs of glasses back into place and grinned at her.

"Are you ready for the next phase, Miss Swan?"

"Lead the way, Santa."

I laughed as we walked out. We drove a short way to a Target store, and she eagerly followed me
inside.

We walked to the toy department and saw a young woman looking at a display, obviously very
pregnant. I stood behind Bella and embraced her.

"Why don't you give her a bit of cheer?" I whispered in her ear.

She turned her head and smiled at me. I released my arms and watched as she approached the
woman. Bella handed her a couple bills and told her Merry Christmas. The lady stood in stunned
silence as Bella turned and walked back toward me with a mile-wide grin.

She was practically vibrating with excitement as she pulled me away.

"Oh my God!" she squealed when we hid in another aisle. "That was so much fun," she added.

We spent the rest of the day re-living the same scene at several different stores on the northside of
Chicago. It was one of the best experiences of my life.

I believed it to be the same for Bella.

~~~*~~~TDoC~~~*~~~

It was evening before we finally got back home, and I cringed when I saw my mother's town car
sitting in the driveway still running. Of course she wouldn't invite the driver in with her. I regretted
ever giving her a key to my house.

Our perfect day was about to take a turn for the worse.

"Whose car is that?" Bella asked. I squeezed her hand.

"It's my mother," I told her as I pulled into the garage.

I looked over to find her head down, fingers fiddling with a button on her coat.

"Hey," I said softly. "No matter what she says, it changes nothing between us."

Bella looked over at me and gave me a tight smile, obviously not believing my words. I sighed as we
got out of the car.

Mother was sitting at the kitchen island when we walked in. I held Bella's hand firmly in mine.

"She's staying here?" my mother asked, not even glancing at Bella.

"Yes, Bella is staying here," I told her resolutely. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Please tell me Tanya was wrong." Her voice was edging on hysterical and Bella nervously shuffled
her feet next to me. "She's not…you didn't…did you bring a homeless person here?"

"She's not homeless. She lives here."

I watched as my mother tried to control her expressions, the demeanor she put on for polite society
losing the battle with what she clearly preferred to say.

"Have you gone insane, Edward? You let that…that kind of trash in your house? What if she robs you,
or worse, what if people found out?"

Bella's fingers dug into my hand with each hateful word my mother uttered.

"Enough!" I roared, startling both women.

That was it. I wasn't going to tolerate her being so disrespectful to Bella right in front of her. I didn't
care if she was my mother.

I leaned down and kissed Bella's cheek. "I'll be right back," I whispered to her.

"Mother, come with me, please," I demanded.

"She's trying to scam you! How can you do…"

"Now!" I yelled, cutting her off. I took her arm and led her to the front door.

"Edward, what are you doing?" she cried, turning on the waterworks.

"This is my home, and I won't have you treating Bella like that," I said, my voice low and threatening.

"I'm your mother," she retorted.

"That doesn't give you the right to act like this. If you can't respect Bella, then you need to leave."

"She has nothing. She'll ruin you. Are you really going to embarrass the family like this?" Her words
were stuttered between her sobs.

"The only embarrassing thing here is your behavior." I shook my head and opened the front door. I
shook with anger. "I can't even look at you right now. Leave before I say or do something I'll regret."

"I can't believe…"

"Leave!" I yelled.

She finally took me seriously, stepping outside before I slammed the door shut. I took a deep breath
and ran my hands through my hair. I needed to calm down before I attempted to do damage control
with Bella.

I paced around the living room, shedding my anger and thinking of comforting things to say to her.
Finally, I walked back to the kitchen to see if she was still downstairs. Not finding her, I ran up the
stairs. Her bedroom door was open and the light was off inside.

"Edward," she said softly.

I followed the sound of her voice. She stood in the doorway to my room, wearing my t-shirt. I hugged
her to me.

"Bella, I'm so…"

"Shh," she said, putting a finger to my lips. "Don't say anything."

She began unbuttoning my shirt, and I assumed she wanted me to hold her…comfort her. I kicked off
my shoes and jeans. She pulled my shirt off, leaving me standing there in my boxers.

My heart pounded when she lifted the t-shirt off her body. I could only swallow and stare as she
continued on, slowly taking off her bra and panties.

There she was, displayed before me, a picture of perfection. I was confused as to what to do. My
mother's words had to have hurt her; however, the desire raging through me wasn't exactly
conducive for quiet comforting.

She tugged on my hand, pulling me toward the bed. She pushed me down to sit, and climbed on top
of me, kissing me insistently.

I wanted to make sure she was all right, but damn.

I had a naked Bella straddling my lap and sticking her tongue down my throat. It wasn't possible to
pull back at that point. My dick would have officially quit me and left for a retirement home in Florida
if I didn't respond to Bella's demanding body.

I gripped her ass, moaning as she rubbed against me. My fingers slid further underneath her, and my
cock twitched at her being so wet for me.

She broke her kisses with a gasp for air, and I took the opportunity to taste her delicious skin. I
sucked on her neck before licking a long line from her collarbone to her ear and teasing her wet skin
with a gentle blow of air. Her body shivered in my arms, and my lips went right back to work.

I groaned when she tugged on my hair, flipping us to the bed with her underneath me.

"Please, Edward. I need you," she urged, grabbing at my boxers.

The need for her was overwhelming; my body was close to exploding. I quickly rid myself of the last
bit of material between us and reached for a condom in my nightstand. I tore open the wrapper and
put it on, kissing her slowly.

I took a deep breath and lowered my forehead to hers. Her eyes opened, staring into mine.

"Are you sure, Bella?"

"Yes."

I kissed her again, sliding in slowly. Her breath caught, and I stilled my movement until she let me
know she was comfortable. I pulled out and pushed back in fully, over and over, losing myself in the
way her tight walls gripped me.

So warm…so good.

I opened my eyes, forcing myself to focus on her face. There was no way I was going to come before
she did, if it was the last thing I ever did.

She brought her knees up and wrapped her legs around me, and I groaned as I slid in even deeper
with each thrust. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, and she moaned each time our bodies came
together.

"You feel so good," I said before kissing her again.

She clung to me and answered with panted breath. I held myself up with one arm and brought my
other hand between us to stroke her to completion. She came apart, crying out and clamping down
around me; I couldn't take my eyes off her.

I let go, thrusting hard until my own release came.

My dick wanted to hold a parade in her honor.

I brushed the sweaty hair off her face and kissed her neck as we both tried to catch our breath. After
taking care of the condom, I hugged her to me and lavished her with more kisses.

"That was amazing, baby," I murmured.

We locked gazes with only the faint moonlight streaming in. Her fingers traced my face as if she were
trying to memorize each feature.

I took a deep breath and told her exactly what had been running through my mind all day.

"I love you, Bella."

She swallowed, and her wide eyes glistened. I held her tightly as she buried her face in the crook of
my neck and released a shuddering breath on my skin.

"I love you, too," she whispered.

I realized then what a gift I had received. Even though I didn't deserve it, I had the love of the
beautiful woman in my arms. I wanted to marry her, have children with her, make a life with her. My
entire future now revolved around Bella.

I fell asleep smiling, knowing not even my dreams could touch what I had in reality.

Three French Hens

December 23

~~~BPOV~~~

Dear Edward,

There aren't enough words to tell you how much you really mean to me. This time I've spent with
you has been the best experience of my life, and I'll never forget it. I'll never forget you.

I meant what I said last night.

I love you.

I love you more than I've ever loved anyone before…more than myself. That's why I have to do the
right thing here. I can't be selfish anymore.

I don't belong in your world. I have nothing to give, and you deserve so much more. You will soon
find someone worthy of your beautiful soul and understand this was the right decision.

I will keep every memory of you locked tight in my heart.

Goodbye,
Bella

I sobbed, placing the note on the kitchen counter for Edward. I could barely breathe as I grabbed my
backpack and looked around one last time. Tears streamed from my eyes, and it felt like my heart
was shattering as I walked to the Christmas tree and turned one of the ornaments over in my hand
for the last time.

Did I tell him how much I enjoyed decorating the tree? How much it touched my heart?

It didn't matter. Let him be.

I forced myself to move away from the tree and toward the door, even though all I really wanted to
do was run back up the stairs and cuddle with Edward again. I'd left him while he slept; I wanted the
last memory I had of him to be the smile on his face as he dreamed.

I walked out the front door in the clothes I arrived in; the only addition was the coat they had gotten
me. I didn't think they would mind.

As soon as the cold early morning air hit me, I gasped and doubled over. It felt like a hole had been
blasted right through me, and it was difficult to hold myself together.

Be brave, Bella. Think of what's best for him.

I started running before I could turn around and go back inside. I focused on the image of his face as I
stumbled away. The wailing cries from what sounded like a wounded animal barely reached my
consciousness, until I realized they were coming from me.

I kept moving, trying to push my emotions aside.

One foot in front of the other. Left. Right. Left.

Numbness took over eventually, whether from the cold temperatures or my despair…I didn't know.

My plan was to get out of Chicago. Maybe try to head south for a hotter climate, although I knew
sunshine wouldn't warm my dead heart. There was only one thing left to do before I could leave.

I had to make sure Ruby was all right.

I kept walking all morning and into the afternoon, watching rich suburbia turn into the concrete
jungle of the city proper. By the time I reached downtown, it had started to snow.

I didn't mind the distraction of the falling flakes and the way they muffled the noises of the city.
Everything rang hollow anyway. Nothing mattered anymore.

By early evening, I'd arrived at the areas where Ruby and I usually traversed. They seemed almost
foreign to me as I wandered from one spot to another looking for her. It was as if the nine days away
had been a lifetime.

How do I recover and live my non-existence knowing he is out there?

I had no answer except another sob racking through my body.

The brick wall of a building supported my weight as I leaned against it, trying to get myself together. I
almost missed seeing Ruby exiting the soup kitchen.

She glanced my way from across the street and immediately came over.

"Bella?"

I smiled weakly at her familiar voice. She grabbed my arm and tugged me into a nearby alley.

"You not okay?"

My responding half-laugh-half-sob pretty much summed it up. I took a couple deep breaths so I could
accomplish what I came for.

"How are you, Ruby? Have you been eating well?"

"I fine. Have new blankets at my place. Food every day," she told me.

"I…I have to…leave Chicago," I said, the words not wanting to come out of my mouth. "I came to let
you know."

She shook her head. "You with pretty man."

A new flood of tears erupted, and I tried to swallow the lump in my throat.

"Come. We go inside. You freeze."

She pulled on my arm again, leading me into the soup kitchen and to a corner table.

We sat there silently until her hand came to rest on top of mine.

"Bella go with Edward."

My eyes widened at her words.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"He give me food that night. Money too. You go with him," she explained.

I nodded my head in understanding. Since English was her second language, it sometimes took a
couple tries to figure out the meaning of her words.

"Yes, I went with him."

"Why leave?"

"I couldn't stay. I didn't belong there. He's too good. He deserves someone worthy of him. Someone
that doesn't break up his family," I told her, looking down at the table.

"That stupid," she said.

I looked up to find her shaking her head and frowning.

"You love him."

I nodded. There was no way I could deny it.

"He love you."

I shrugged. "He thinks he does, but he'll find someone soon much better for him."

"No. He love you. He look for you," she said, her voice rising.

I furrowed my brow. "What do you mean?"

She sighed in exasperation. I would have laughed if I wasn't crying.

"He here. He find me while ago. He look for you."

My heart started pounding in my chest as she dug through her pack for something.

He was here? He was looking for me?

"Here. He write this." She handed me a hastily scribbled note. "Told me give to you if see you. Also
give me money and this."

Of course he gave her money. He was an angel.

I looked at the other paper she held, and it was his cell number.

"He told me call if need anything," she added.

I sobbed again, realizing he came down here scouring the streets for me and cared enough to
continue helping Ruby. It made me love him even more.

I opened the note he'd written and wiped my eyes so I could read.

Bella,

You are wrong.

You have everything to give. Everything I need.

You can run, but I'll never stop looking for you. Never.

Please come home.

I love you.

Edward

He would keep looking until he found me.

Was I ridiculous in presuming he would forget about me if I left?

"He love you," Ruby repeated, grabbing my attention again.

"I'm not worth it," I whispered.

"Stop," she said, her hand slamming down on the table.

I looked up at her in surprise.

"If Ruby found prince, would you say I not worth it?" she asked.

My mouth dropped open. "No! Of course I wouldn't," I told her.

"Same for you. You good."

She'd turned my words around on me, and I didn't have much of an argument back.

When did she get so insightful?

I was so confused. I buried my face in my hands, trying to make sense of my decision to leave.

Was it really best for Edward?

Could I be good for him? Could I give him even a fraction of what he's given me?

"His mother hates me," I mumbled.

"She here too," Ruby said, patting my head.

"What?" I asked loudly. No way was Esme Cullen in this part of town.

Ruby nodded and laughed.

"She look for you. She talk with me," she told me.

I shook my head. "No, it wasn't his mother. It must have been someone else," I replied.

"Weird name…Esss-mee. Think she scared. Eyes scared…but here. She talk with others too." Ruby
pointed toward the staff in the kitchen.

I was stunned silent.

What did it mean? Why was she here?

I thought she hated me.

Why would she look for me with Edward?

"Was she nice to you?" I finally asked her. She nodded.

"She okay. Want to know where you go."

If Esme had been there looking for me, maybe it was possible she would accept Edward and I
together.

Could I leave Chicago without knowing for sure?

"Go Bella. He need you," Ruby said.

I truly smiled for the first time since I left his house. I stood and rushed around the table to give Ruby
a hug.

"Thank you, Ruby. Will you be all right? Can I get anything for you?" I asked.

"I fine. Have all I need. Go!" she insisted.

I kissed her cheek. "Merry Christmas," I said before she pushed me away toward the door.

I laughed as I ran out to the sidewalk. The snow came down harder, and I suddenly realized how long
it was going to take me to get back to Edward's.

It didn't matter. I felt energized by the spark of hope in my heart.

The possibility of being in his arms again carried me along. I was a fool for leaving.

How could I do that after last night?

The memory of being with him warmed me.

His lips, his body, his heart…I'd taken them all and given them up. I had to get them back.

I stopped for a moment to catch my breath. It was silly to think I could run all the way there. I looked
down and realized I still had Edward's note gripped tightly in my hand. My fingers ran over his words
as I read it again. When the snowflakes started melting and running the ink, I folded it and placed it
inside the pocket of my coat.

I felt something else in my pocket and pulled it out.

Three leftover hundred-dollar bills from our shopping trip.

It was time for my very first cab ride.

~~~*~~~TDoC~~~*~~~

I wasn't sure how long I'd been sitting by the front door of Edward's house, but I'd never been
happier to have a coat, gloves, and hat. The wind and snow blew harshly, and I shivered, curling
myself in a ball to conserve my body heat.

It had been dark for several hours, and still he hadn't come home.

Jabs of fear pierced my heart as I wondered where he was.

Had my leaving and his consequent search for me harmed him in any way?

Where was he?

When the headlights of a car cut through the frozen night, I almost thought I was hallucinating, like a
thirsty man in a desert. But something told me this was real, and my pounding heart and churning
gut seemed to agree.

I stood up, still cloaked in darkness, and watched the car pull up the driveway and stop in front of the
house. I wondered why he wasn't parking in the garage while I watched his silhouette in the idling
car.

He shut off the engine and leaned forward, his face falling into his hands. I didn't know if I should call
out or walk up to his window. When his shoulders shuddered, I whimpered.

Was he crying?

Edward, I'm so sorry.

His head lifted as if he had heard my thoughts. When he looked at me, the expression on his face
changed from sorrow to shock. I took a step toward the car, but he made no effort to get out.

Was I too late? Did he hate me for what I did?

I didn't think I had anymore tears left, but they flowed down my face. My legs wobbled, ready to fold
and bring me to my knees to ask forgiveness if that was what he wanted.

His arms were around me before I could fall.

He'd promised me he would never let me fall.

"I'm sorry," I cried against his chest over and over. Every last bit of energy left in me would be used to
apologize until he forgave me.

"You're here…you're really here."

His words were barely recognizable through my sobs. He lifted me up, his arms so tight it was hard to
breathe. I clung to him, wrapping my legs around his waist and burying my face in the crook of his
neck.

The next thing I knew, my back was pressed against the door. Edward kissed the side of my neck
while he tried to get the door open. After getting inside, he kicked the door closed and carried us to
the closest couch.

"Shh," he said, trying to calm down my crying. His hands stroked my hair and back as he sat with me
still wrapped around him.

The smell and feel of him so close relaxed me. I suddenly felt the weight of my day, and my body was
close to shutting down.

"I'm sorry," I whispered again.

"Bella, you've been out there all day. Are you hurt? Are you okay? Should I call Jasper?" Edward's
words were frantic with worry.

"I'm fine now," I said against the skin of his neck. I kept my arms tight around him, letting my weary
and sleepy eyes close.

He brushed the hair from my face. "You've worn yourself completely out, haven't you? Is there
anything you need?" he asked softly.

"Just sleep. Just you."

Everything would be all right if he was next to me.

I let myself drift off hoping I never had to leave his arms again.

Two Turtle Doves

December 24

~~~EPOV~~~

The grandfather clock chimed twelve times.

Midnight.

It was Christmas Eve, and I had the love of my life asleep in my arms after the worst day of my life.

I blew out a gust of air, finally able to exhale in relief.

I had realized something was wrong the second I woke up alone in a cold bed yesterday morning. By
the time I got downstairs, I already knew what her note was going to say before I read it.

I wanted to cry, scream, and hit something…or someone.

However, none of those things would bring her back.

I immediately called Alice and Rose on the off-chance Bella had told them anything. Little did I know
that would set off a chain reaction leading to another confrontation with my mother.

I was broken from my thoughts when Bella moved in my lap. Her angelic face was still blotchy and
tear-stained as she slept soundly with her head resting on my shoulder.

When I had seen her standing by the front door with the snow coming down around her, I thought
my imagination had taken over, or I was having a psychotic break.

My arms tightened around her as if assuring myself she was really there.

I loosened my grip to gently remove her shoes and coat, covering us with a blanket and lying back on
the cushions with her still on top of me. My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I reached down to grab
it.

"Hey, Emmett," I answered softly.

"You're home, right? You promised you wouldn't go back out. Rose and I are going to come over. I
don't want you there alone tonight," he said, not letting me get a word in.

"She's here," I told him.

"What? How?" he asked.

Emmett must've pulled away from the phone to inform Rose that Bella had made it back home. I
heard shuffling noises, and then Rose replaced Emmett.

"Edward? She's there?" she asked frantically.

"Yes, she's asleep. She was here when I got home. We haven't had a chance to really talk yet, so I
don't know anything more."

Rose let out a sob, and Emmett got back on the phone.

"Is she all right?" he asked.

"I think so. Listen, she's asleep right here. I don't want to wake her. Can you please call the rest of the
family and let them know? I will call you tomorrow."

"Sure thing," he said and paused. "I'm glad she's home."

"Me, too. Goodnight, Em."

"Goodnight," he answered.

I placed the phone on the coffee table and sighed. The soothing scent of Bella's hair helped, but I
wondered if I would ever be able to relax again.

One thing I knew for sure…Bella and I had a lot to talk about.

~~~*~~~TDoC~~~*~~~

I only got snatches of sleep throughout the early morning. Each time Bella so much as twitched, my
arms instinctively tensed around her, and I was jolted awake. The thought she might disappear again
was a nightmare I couldn't bear.

She eventually started to stir, her fingers running through my hair. My stomach was in knots as I
thought about the looming conversation we needed to have. I had to know she was in this with
me…that she really wanted to be with me.

I didn't know what I would do if she said no.

"How about some breakfast?" I asked, rubbing her back. "Did you eat anything at all yesterday?"

"No," she whispered.

I sighed, realizing she was probably starving. I sat up, and she pulled back a little with downcast eyes.
My fingers brushed her cheeks until she looked at me.

"Let's eat something…okay?"

She nodded and stood up. I grabbed her hand in mine before she walked away, and she sighed,
looking down at our linked fingers.

Did she think I didn't want her anymore?

I couldn't have that.

I stopped our progression toward the kitchen, pulling her to me in a hug. She squeezed me back
before I leaned down to give her a kiss. I framed her face with my hands, brushing her cheeks with
my thumbs as I pressed my lips to hers.

"I love you, Bella," I said, happy to see her eyes brighten.

"I love you. So much," she told me.

We smiled at each other before continuing to the kitchen. The familiar rhythm was back, although
our working in tandem was silent this time around. We put together our scrambled eggs, bacon and
toast, and sat down together at the table.

The silence became deafening when we sat down, neither of us making the first move to talk. We
both picked at our food, mostly pushing it around our plates. I couldn't stand the thick tension that
had fallen around us.

"Why did you leave?" I blurted out. She put her fork on her plate and looked down at her lap. I took a
deep breath before continuing. "Was it because of what my mother said?

She bit her trembling lip and slumped her shoulders.

"Please, Bella. Please look at me and talk to me. I love you, but I need to know what you're thinking. I
need to know you are in this with me. I can't live wondering if you are going to disappear again. It
was the worst day of my life," I told her, my voice breaking.

Her watery eyes met mine, and I reached for her hand.

"I'm so sorry I left like that," she started. "I realize now what a mistake it was. I should have talked to
you first." She paused and took a couple deep breaths. "It wasn't just your mother. It was a
culmination of a lot of things. I'm messed up, Edward. Are you really sure you want me?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I'm just worried you don't want me the same way."

It was my eyes that turned down this time.

Before I knew it, she was off her chair and straddling my lap.

"I'm so sorry I made you feel that way. I…I thought…it would be….better for you," she said, crying and
stumbling over her words.

I rubbed her back, trying to calm her down again. I didn't want to upset her; I only wanted to know
the truth.

"Will you ever believe me when I say that you are what's best for me?" I asked.

"I'm trying to," she whispered. "God, Edward, I love you. I just hope I'm enough…I pray that I'm
enough."

"You are," I told her firmly. "Why do you doubt that?"

I put my fingers under her chin so she would look at me. She blew a gust of air out the side of her
mouth.

"You'll get mad," she warned.

I shook my head and smiled at her.

"Never. I told you that you could tell me anything."

"Well, of course it's all my past stuff," she started.

"Do you mean Jake?" I asked, barely able to say that bastard's name.

She shook her head. "No, not just him. I mean everything. Look at you…at how you were brought up.
I don't have any history. I don't have your education, your family, your means. I saw you the other
night dancing with that girl…Tanya. She looked like she belonged on your arm. I don't have any of
that."

Tanya?

"Alright, let's take that point by point…starting with Tanya. Yes, my mother wanted to see us
together. But I assure you, even if you and I were not together, I would have zero interest in Tanya. I
never did. She has nothing on you. You are warm, sweet, funny, interesting, and more beautiful than
Tanya could ever pay to be."

She started to protest, but I wouldn't let her get a word in.

"No, Bella. I know you don't see yourself as others do, but you are so beautiful, you make my head
spin. You won't believe me, but I was stopped more than a few times the night of the benefit and
asked who you were. I believe the words gorgeous, stunning, and out of your league were all used.
Emmett can verify that," I told her, enjoying the way she blushed.

"You are ridiculous," she said. At least she had a smile on her face.

"It's the truth, Miss Swan. Now for your education…well that is easily remedied. You can have all the
education you want. Although, you can already argue me under the table with most every literary
topic, and I have a masters' in literature."

I placed a lock of her hair behind her ear, admiring her pouty lips as she stared at me. The memory of
our night together, being inside her, hit me hard. I closed my eyes and forced myself to focus on the
things that needed to be discussed first.

"Then your final two points of contention were family and means. Well, those go hand-in-hand, don't
they?" I asked, watching her eyebrow raise. "As I've told you before, I have all this through my family.
I have been blessed and granted opportunities because of my last name. It was luck of being born a
Cullen."

I took a deep breath, crossing my fingers that my next words didn't blow up in my face.

"Our children will be the same way," I said.

As expected, her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. A few chuckles left my lips before I
could stop them.

"Our what?" she asked.

I shrugged and smiled. "Our children. I was hoping for two or three. How many kids do you want?"

"I…I…don't know," she stammered. She shook her head and looked down again.

Please let this work. Please. Please. Please.

I wanted to sigh in relief when her shiny eyes met mine again with a huge smile.

"You want to have babies with me?" she asked softly.

"I want it all, Bella. I want babies, I want you to marry me, I want you to be a Cullen, I want to make a
family with you."

Her lips crushed mine as she threw her arms back around my neck. I laughed when the force of it
almost knocked us backward in the chair. When she pulled back, her grin remained in place.

"Nobody's ever wanted me as part of their family since my parents died," she said.

"I do. My whole family wants you with me."

Her expression turned skeptical.

"Except your mother," she pointed out.

I shook my head.

"My mother included."

She still didn't believe me. It was understandable, I supposed.

"Okay, when I got up and found your note…" I paused, swallowing the lump in my throat. Her eyes
were sad, but she ran her fingers through my hair. "Well, I called Alice and Rose first thing, hoping
maybe you'd contacted them or went there. That pretty much sent the whole family in a panic. I
drove every inch of Chicago, and so did they. My mother called and begged me to let her help.

"Apparently, after my phone calls, everyone set her straight. Rose, Alice, Emmett, and Jasper all
made her realize the huge mistake she'd committed. When she met up with me downtown, she and I
had a huge fight right in the middle of a sidewalk…well, it was more me yelling and her taking it. I

think we drew a crowd, but I didn't care. She finally convinced me how sorry she was and joined me
in the search. We went to every single shelter, store, restaurant, soup kitchen, church…basically
looking in every building in the downtown area trying to find you. I understand if you can't forgive
her…what she did was reprehensible, but for what it's worth, she's sorry. She understands I love you,
and that I will stop at nothing to be with you."

I watched Bella's face as she considered my words. She finally gave me a small smile.

"You found Ruby," she said.

I laughed and nodded.

"Yeah, we found Ruby. I was a mess. She had to practically slap me so I could get the story out. I
thought for sure you would be there with her, and when you weren't…I broke down," I told her,
shuddering with the memory. She hugged me again.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered. I kept going, wanting to get it all out in the open.

"Anyway, I kept searching and wandering around until Dad, Emmett, and Jasper convinced me to
stop for the night. It just hurt me imagining you out there somewhere cold and in danger. When I
pulled up to the house, I couldn't park in the garage. I debated driving back."

I hugged her tight, breathing in the scent of her hair until I calmed down.

"You have to promise me you won't ever do that again, Bella. No matter what. I won't be able to
function if I'm always wondering if you are going to leave me."

"I won't. I promise I won't. You are stuck with me now," she said.

~~~*~~~TDoC~~~*~~~

After our breakfast talk, we both took showers and met again to snuggle in front of the tree.

"The snow's nice. We'll have a white Christmas," I commented, watching the flakes come down out
the front window.

"Yeah, it's pretty when I'm inside with your arms around me," she said.

"I can't believe you walked all that way." I shook my head. "It's a wonder you don't have frostbite. I
think I should check you over and make sure everything is in order."

She giggled when I tickled her and turned around to face me.

"I think that's a good idea, Mr. Cullen," she said. Her husky voice grabbed my dick's full attention.

Her mouth was back on mine before I could say a word. Our kisses continued as our hands roamed. I
moaned when her fingers gripped my hair.

Eventually I had her pinned underneath me. I was ready to explode as her body writhed in
anticipation.

"I think we should start practicing making those babies," I said between pants, pulling her shirt off.

She laughed, unbuttoning my jeans. "I want three," she told me.

"Baby, can I taste you?" I asked, tugging her pants down.

"Yes."

I took a second to admire her lying there in her black panties. I wanted to pull them off…with my
teeth.

"Edward," she said, breaking into my thoughts of what was under that material.

"Huh?" I asked, kissing her navel.

"The doorbell."

"Sure," I said, continuing to explore.

She tugged on my hair.

"No, the doorbell rang," she said louder.

What the hell? What kind of cockblocking assclown was ringing my bell on Christmas Eve?

I growled when it rang again.

I rubbed her thighs and nuzzled her through her panties with my nose.

Fuck whoever was at the door. She smelled too good.

"They'll go away," I told her, teasing her with my tongue. I smiled when she moaned.

"It could be your family. You better check."

I reluctantly sat up, painfully adjusting myself as I buttoned my jeans. I wanted to weep when Bella
started putting back on her clothes.

"We're returning to that later," I said, before dragging myself to the door.

~~~*~~~TDoC~~~*~~~

Later ended up being bedtime.

Alice, Rose, Emmett, and Jasper showed up with food, and Bella was the cordial hostess despite my
protests. They ended up staying most of the evening.

A couple good things came out of their unexpected visit.

Bella had a good time, and I believed it helped her feel like part of the family. She even agreed to
attend the official Cullen Christmas tomorrow at my parents' house.

Mother wisely stayed away and gave this day to ourselves. She did send a couple things, which Alice
delivered.

One was a personal letter to Bella. I didn't read it, but Bella's happy tears and smiles afterward
assured me that my mother had taken some strides to make amends.

The second was for me…well, actually for me to give to Bella.

Any doubts I had about my mother's acceptance of Bella were laid to rest when Alice handed me the
small velvet box containing my grandmother's engagement ring.

I thought Christmas would be the perfect setting to ask her to be my wife.

I just had to figure out whether to tell her about the bookstore before or after I asked for her hand in
marriage.

And a Partridge in a Pear Tree

December 25

~~~BPOV~~~

I yawned and opened my eyes, smiling at Edward draped over me. His face was buried in my neck,
his arm wrapped around my body, and his leg tossed over both of mine. I knew it was going to take
some time for him to believe I wouldn't leave again, so I didn't mind his sleeping position…he needed
the security.

Besides, anytime I had a naked Edward pressed against me, I was a happy girl.

I knew I was taking a chance with my heart, giving it completely to Edward. But knowing how it felt
without him, I had to risk it all.

He wanted me to be with him, to be a part of his family.

It was the greatest gift he could have given me, and I only had to trust that it would never be taken
away.

I was a little nervous about spending the day at his parents' house. Esme's letter to me had been
apologetic and endearing, but there was always the chance she was simply appeasing the rest of her
family and didn't truly mean her repentant and thoughtful words.

I was determined that no matter what happened, I would fight to remain by Edward's side. He would
have to order me away before I ever left him again.

He shifted in his sleep, releasing a small moan and tightening his embrace. I smiled, wondering what
he dreamed about. He had kept his promise the night before, picking up where we had left off on the
couch before his family arrived.

I bit my lip remembering the way it felt with his mouth on me. When he asked to taste me, he really
meant it. I had never felt anything like that before.

The things he could do with his tongue.

Wow.

Amazing.

Unbelievable.

My entire body shivered and my toes curled just from the memory of it. I wondered how soon before
he would do that again.

He should have a warning label attached to him cautioning users of his addictive properties.

Users?

No.

I would be the only user…ever. Nobody would ever touch my Edward again, except for me.

I shook my head and laughed at myself.

Where were these possessive feelings coming from?

Since I had made the decision that he was it for me, I was going to make sure I was it for him.

My hand traveled up his arm, rubbed his shoulder, and trailed down his back. He made a sound
against my neck, and I held back from chuckling out loud. When my fingers reached his butt and
squeezed a little, he started to wake up.

"Naughty girl," he mumbled, his fingers already roaming.

"Mmm," I hummed as he sucked on my neck and pressed himself against my thigh.

His leg that had been pinning both of mine to the bed suddenly nudged them apart.

"Good morning, baby," he said roughly in my ear. "Are you ready for one of your Christmas
presents?"

"What's that?" I asked.

Ahhh, his fingers!

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the way he stroked up and down my slit.

"First my fingers."

He slowly slid one inside me.

"Then my tongue."

He licked a path up the slope of my neck.

"And last my dick."

He pressed into my side again, making sure I felt how hard he was.

"Three orgasms before breakfast…does that sound good, baby?"

I mumbled some type of consent, since I was no longer able to speak.

Edward Cullen sure knew how to give gifts.

~~~*~~~TDoC~~~*~~~

After my three servings of orgasms straight up, I showered and hurried downstairs to bake some
cookies to take with us. They told me yesterday not to bring anything, but I didn't want to show up
empty-handed. It was going to be awkward enough that I hadn't gotten anyone any presents.

Let alone the fact I was the newly-reformed previously homeless person in love with the beloved
Cullen son.

I had to bring something.

I baked several dozen butterscotch oatmeal cookies, frequently slapping Edward's thieving fingers
away. After wrapping them up and changing into my most respectable blouse and slacks, Edward and
I were on our way.

"You're awfully quiet over there," Edward said, reaching for my hand as we drove.

I was definitely nervous, yet I also felt excited. It felt like maybe I really had found where I
belonged…with who I belonged.

My family.

I squeezed his hand and smiled.

"I'm happy to be with you," I told him. "I guess I'm counting my blessings."

I looked back out my window and realized we weren't going in the right direction.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"We have to make one stop first," he told me.

"We're going to be late."

"Nah, there's no set schedule. We have plenty of time. It won't take very long anyway."

For some reason, I didn't picture Esme being as casual about timing as Edward implied, but I held my
tongue.

We pulled up in front of a deserted strip of shops, everything closed for Christmas. I recognized the
bookstore as the one he and I had visited a few days ago. I looked over at Edward, who had a huge
grin on his face.

"Nothing's open today," I pointed out, wondering what was going on.

He didn't say a word, just got out of the car and walked around to my door. He opened it and held his
hand out for me to take.

"Come with me, my Bella. I have something to show you."

I took his hand and walked with him to the front door of the bookstore. He reached into his coat
pocket and pulled out a set of keys with a red bow attached to them. He placed them in my hand.

"What are these?" I asked.

"They're for you. Open the door."

Did he arrange for some private Christmas day shopping?

I had no idea what was happening, but I opened the door, and we walked in. I turned around and
looked at him curiously.

"Merry Christmas," he said.

I looked around for a hidden present or something to clue me in.

"Edward, what are you talking about? I don't get it," I told him.

"This is the second part of your presents. You, actually we, are half owners of this bookstore. You and
Laura are going to run it if you would like," he explained.

I needed a crane to lift my jaw off the floor. I shook my head trying to process his words.

He bought me a bookstore?

I wasn't quite sure how to respond.

Should I be thankful? Angry? Flattered? Upset? Happy?

We stood there just staring at one another for a few minutes.

"Bella?" he asked softly, like he was trying to call a cat out of a tree.

"You…bought…me…a…bookstore," I clarified slowly.

"Yeah?" An undertone of fear was present in his voice.

The man was so ridiculously infuriating and sweet at the same time. He never did anything
halfway…that was for sure.

I didn't know if I wanted to conk him on top of his head, or strip him naked and pull him down to the
floor.

I looked around at all the beautiful shelves of books and bit my lip. It was perfect. It was small and
intimate, close to the house, and already carried a vast collection.

But…

"Edward, I can't accept this," I said. "It's too much."

He walked over and hugged me.

"I knew you were going to say that. It isn't really possible for me to return it though, so I hope you'll
reconsider. In fact, why don't you just hold off on any decisions until after you get gift three," he
requested.

Gift three?

"What…did you buy Texas and re-name it after me?" I teased.

He chuckled and squeezed tighter. "No, but I'd try if that was what you wanted."

I shook my head.

I had no idea what to do with this man.

~~~*~~~TDoC~~~*~~~

"Ho, ho, ho!" Emmett shouted, opening the door when we arrived.

I was immediately snatched up in a bear hug, and I frantically handed over the cookies to Edward
before they were smashed.

"Put her down, asshole!" Edward shouted.

Emmett set me down with a grin before putting Edward in a head-lock.

"My cookies," I cried, grabbing them from Edward's hands.

The two of them cursed like sailors and wrestled around on the ground for a minute. I could only
stand to the side and gawk.

"Victorious!" Emmett said, standing and raising his hands over his head.

"You cheat," Edward replied, taking a bit longer to get to his feet.

"I absolutely do not cheat. It's not my fault you are weak and scrawny," Emmett said, turning to me.
"Did I hear something about cookies?"

I smiled warily, but was saved by Rose before he got to the stash.

"Bella, come with me. I'm sure you've had enough of these idiots," she said.

I nodded and followed her to the kitchen. As we passed through the house, I was amazed at how
beautiful it was. Everything was elegantly decorated, yet it wasn't overwhelming. It was almost
welcoming in its perfection.

Esme greeted us when we walked in, and my heart beat fast as I held out the cookies for her.

Please let her accept them…me.

She gave me a warm, but apologetic smile, taking the cookies and setting them on the counter.

"Thank you, Bella. They look terrific," she said. "Would you mind if I spoke to you privately for a
moment?"

I shook my head and looked at Edward, who had trailed us to the kitchen and stood behind me. I let
him know it was fine and followed Esme into another room. She patted a spot next to her on a
loveseat, and I sat down. I forced myself to breathe, and kept my shaking hands on my knees for
support.

"You read my letter?" she asked softly.

I nodded and looked at her. "Yes."

"I guess I wanted to pull you aside and assure you I meant every word. I'm very sorry for the things I
said at Edward's that night. There's no excuse for my behavior. At the heart of it, I was worried for
my son. That doesn't make it acceptable though. I don't expect you to forgive me easily, but I hope
one day you will."

She placed a hand over one of mine.

"My Edward loves you so much. I was blind not to pay attention and see it. You love him, too," she
said.

"Yes, more than anything."

She smiled and then shocked me by pulling me to her in a hug.

"Oh, honey. I'm just sick for saying those things. I know I can't erase them from your mind, but I will
spend every day making it up to you. Welcome to the family."

She pulled back and had tears in her eyes.

"Okay, I've kept you captive long enough. You better go find Edward. I need to get back to the
kitchen and make sure everything's in order."

She chuckled and stood, walking toward the doorway.

"Esme," I called out. She turned back toward me. "Can I help?"

Her answering smile could have lit ten rooms.

~~~*~~~TDoC~~~*~~~

"Emmett, would you sit down!" Rose yelled.

We gathered in the living room after the early dinner, and Emmett played Santa Claus handing out
presents. He had more energy than anyone I'd ever seen.

"Almost done, Rosie. Just a couple more left. Yes…here's another one for Little B. and one for Dad. I
think that's it," he said, dutifully taking his seat next to Rose.

Edward had his arm around me as we sat on a sofa and shook his head at his brother. Alice winked at
me from her spot across the room. I was shocked at the pile of gifts in front of me.

When did they even have time to shop?

"So are we going in reverse age order?" Carlisle asked, making everyone laugh.

I was still floored from Carlisle pulling me aside earlier in the evening. He made sure I knew the
family was frantic when I left, and that I mattered to them all. When he told me how happy I made
his son, I really felt like I was part of the family.

I snuggled into Edward, enjoying the dynamic around me. I'd never seen anything like it.

"Whatever, old man! Kids get to go first," Emmett joked to his dad.

"It's alphabetical order, like always," Alice claimed.

"Reverse alphabetical order," Rose said with a grin.

"As the newest member of this crazy family, it's up to Bella," Esme announced, looking over at me
with a smile. Edward's arm practically crushed me, and my heart fluttered.

I knew I was probably blushing bright red.

"Um…reverse age I guess," I said softly. I bit my lip and laughed when all the "kids" grumbled.

"I love you already," Carlisle told me, before ripping into his presents.

I watched with glee as the wrapping and bows flew into piles everywhere. Each person took their
turns, and I got to admire the funny and thoughtful gifts.

"I can't believe you bought me this," Alice shrieked at Emmett, holding up an anatomically-correct
doll.

"Em used to draw penises on all her dolls, whether they were boys or girls," Edward explained.

"She was only four, and I had to have the birds and bees discussion!" Esme cried.

The whole family was laughing so hard they had tears in their eyes. I watched and listened with
amusement as the gift unwrapping halted several times and old stories and inside jokes were told
and explained to me.

I'd never felt like I belonged anywhere…until now.

When it was my turn, I tore into the gifts with as much enthusiasm as everyone else. I ended up with
enough clothes for ten people, tons of books, and even a cell phone.

"I think that's all," I said, pushing aside the mountain of paper.

"Not everything."

I furrowed my brow at Edward, wondering what he meant. He cleared some space on the floor in
front of me and knelt down.

"Bella, my life changed the second your eyes met mine over a vat of mashed potatoes," he said with
a grin. I giggled in response, still not sure what he had up his sleeve.

"You are my soulmate…of that I'm sure. I know we haven't known each other long, but I do know
you're the one for me. I've always been searching for meaning in my life, for something more. Never
have I been sure of my path…until you."

He pulled out a small velvet box, and realization flowed over me. I tried to remember to breathe, but
it was hard. My eyes blurred with tears as I looked down at the exquisite diamond ring.

"I love you. I will always love you. Would you consider officially making us a family? Will you marry
me?"

Every wall I'd built as a defense in my past came crashing down inside me.

He wanted me and I wanted him.

He was all I ever wanted.

"Yes," I said, not able to hold back my sob.

As soon as he slipped the ring on my finger, I flew at him. We landed in a pile of wrapping paper,
ignoring the applause of the rest of the family.

All I saw was him.

"I love you."

I sealed my statement with a kiss.

His eyes shined as I looked down at him.

"You have to accept the bookstore now, Mrs. Cullen," he said.

I laughed as the rest of the family asked each other what he meant by bookstore.

I never knew twelve days could change someone's life so dramatically, but my new life really started
this day.

I never wanted to look back again.

THE END