Okay, I wanted to give back to my readers. Something light, fluffy and filled with some citrusy good times (and some drama). I posted something in my Facebook group: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation and I got some great ideas. Clo came up with an idea that really captured my attention and I think I can finish it in five chapters. So, thank you to everyone who helped me brainstorm or offered me ideas. If I get a chance, I'll work on writing those, too, but they would lend themselves to a longer story. I wanted something short and sweet.

We have one more chapter … the epilogue … with the promise of at least ONE more lemon.

Chapter Six: Epilogue

EPOV

"This place has been closed, but on the market, since the owner took ill about six years ago. His family couldn't keep up with it since they didn't know anything about a garage or the business," said the real estate agent, Lauren. I was walking around the large, run-down, garage in Port Angeles. "If they don't have a buyer in the next month or so, the bank is going to repossess."

"I know that feeling," I snorted, checking the equipment and making mental note of what would need to be replaced and what could be salvaged. "Thankfully, I had a windfall and was able to climb out of that rut. I own a garage in Lake Geneva. My best friend is now running that garage while I'm expanding here."

"Lake Geneva is a great deal away from Port Angeles," quipped Lauren, who was a young woman with flowing blonde hair and she flirted with me relentlessly. "You're going to be lonely, Mr. Cullen."

"No, I won't," I said, plastering on a fake smile. "I'm moving here with my girlfriend."

"You said girlfriend," she purred, laying a hand on my forearm. "Not wife."

"And the girlfriend will shove a stiletto into your eye if you don't remove your grubby fingers off his arm," Bella growled, sashaying into the garage and her brown eyes flashing. Lauren snatched her hand back, her eyes wide. Bella came over, threading her fingers with mine and glowering at the sales agent. "Seriously? You're married. I see that ring on your finger. Or is that how close every deal?"

Lauren was fuming, but she blinked slowly and a forced smile spread over her face. "My apologies, Mr. Cullen. It was never my intention to …" she trailed off uncomfortably.

"I'm certain it wasn't, but it would be wise for you to let me check out this place and discuss this with my girlfriend," I said, tugging Bella toward the office and closing the door. I sighed when I saw the disarray of the office. "Damn, this place looks like a bomb went off in it."

"That harpy," Bella growled. "She was trying to dig her talons into you, Edward. I mean, really. Her tits are lopsided and her hair is so fried …"

"Bella, I'm yours," I said, tugging her into my arms and kissing her sweetly. "That girl doesn't even hold a candle to you." Bella harrumphed, her fingers toying with my hair. "Look at me, beautiful." She blinked up to me, her eyes still swirling with ire. "I love you. I'm with you and only with you. Are you with me?"

"It's only ever been you," she whispered, kissing me, her lips pliant against mine and her tongue dancing in my mouth. When she relaxed and melted against me, I pulled back, holding her in my arms. "Damn you and your voodoo."

"You calmed down, didn't you?" I snickered. She smacked my chest and looked her around, her nose wrinkled. "And you're right about this place looking like a bomb went off." She poked her nose into the filing cabinet and gasped. "Ugh, this is awful."

"It is pretty bad, but it was a family-owned business. Something about this place makes it …" I smirked. I looked at the paperwork, wrinkling my nose. "It's overpriced, though."

"I agree," Bella nodded. "Lauren's silicone boobs must be leaking if she thinks she can get that amount. I asked around about what this property should be worth. From most of the realtors I've spoken with, half the amount would be appropriate."

"I think I want to make an offer," I said, thinking of the money in my bank account from Al Brandon. "This place reminds me a lot of the garage in Lake Geneva, but obviously bigger and in need of some TLC." I sat down at the rickety desk and picked up a piece of paper, jotting down a few numbers. "I think that this would be a fair offer." Bella sat down on my lap.

"Using the money from Brandon?" Bella asked. I nodded. "I'm shocked you even got anything. Usually situations like that, you'd be shit out of luck." She pursed her lips. "What about the renovations, Edward?"

"A silent partner," I whispered, kissing her shoulder. Charlie had spoken to me and he said that he wanted me to be successful. With Jasper's fall from grace, Charlie still felt like he was responsible for what his son had done. I wouldn't accept the money outright, but with a partnership, I'd be amenable to that. With his investment, I'd be able to renovate this place and make it what I wanted it to be. "I only wish I didn't have to deal with Lauren."

"You and me, both," Bella sighed. "But, she's the only real estate agent listed." She shot a look at Lauren, who was craning her neck, trying to see in the office. "I wonder if she's trying to see if we're fucking in here."

"We could give her a show," I snickered, waggling my brows.

"Tempting as that may be, I'd rather wait until this place is completely scoured. There's six years of dust in here and it's making my allergies go bonkers," Bella sniffled, her nose wrinkled. I chuckled, hugging her to my body and guiding her out of the office. Our hands were still twined and we made our way to Lauren.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked.

"I'd like to make an offer," I replied, handing her the paper with what I felt would be a fair price. Lauren's eyes widened and they dimmed. "You think I'm low-balling you."

"This is not Lake Geneva, Mr. Cullen," she said snidely.

"And you think I walked in here without doing my due diligence when it came to researching cost of living?" I argued. "This is a fair offer for this building. It's in disrepair, out of date and in desperate need of a renovation. There's a garage for sale in Tacoma, a little bigger than this and it's for that amount. In Tacoma, closer to Seattle and much more up-to-date. I also bet that if I had it appraised …"

"Okay, okay," Lauren snapped. "I'll show it to the family and I'll let you know. Do you have a phone number where I can reach you?" I handed her a card with my cell phone number on it. "I'll be in touch." She stiffly moved her arm and Bella and I walked out of the garage. We got into Bella's new Range Rover SUV, driving to her newly-acquired office space for her advertising firm, Black Swan Advertising and Marketing.

When I told her that I wanted to 'franchise' and move out to Washington with her, things moved quickly. Charlie's house sold quickly, being sold to some retired football player. Bella moved into my apartment, after she flew out with Charlie to help him purchase a new house in Forks. She also scoped out several properties for us in Port Angeles and put an offer on a storefront for her new job as an advertising executive. She started out by creating an online presence and things grew from there, with her 'home base' being in Port Angeles. She already had a staff of about ten people, all young advertising and marketing majors, working for her and she was quickly building a name for herself in the Pacific Northwest.

In the office, Bella checked on her employees while I worked on my laptop, a birthday present from Bella, making sure I had the finances to purchase the garage. I also checked my email, seeing an update from Emmett and Seth. My apartment had been demolished and the garage in Lake Geneva was now larger and still growing. Emmett had hired two more mechanics and Claire began working as a receptionist/officer manager. With Emmett at the reins, things were continuing to flourish, with another unexpected perk of 'pimping' rides becoming popular. So, one of the new hires, Xavier, focused his attention on specialty paints, trick kits and anything you could imagine making your car unique, just for you.

As I was sitting, making a list of everything that needed to be done to the garage, I felt my cell phone vibrate. It was a number I didn't recognize, but it was local. "Edward Cullen," I said.

"Mr. Cullen? This is Lauren Mallory," she said, her voice pinched. "I've spoken with the family and they … they would like to meet with you. Or rather, the father would like to meet with you."

"Okay. When?" I asked, my brows furrowed. It was an odd request.

"I have an address. They're free any time," Lauren said. "They'll let you know about their decision." Lauren prattled off some address in La Push, the Quileute reservation near Forks along with a phone number. I thanked her and ended the call. Getting up, I found Bella in the 'bull pen' as she called it. It was the conference room where she'd pull in her employees to brainstorm. She was in there with two of her senior advertising geniuses, discussing one of her newest clients.

Bella looked up and smiled. "Did you hear back from Lauren?"

"I did. The family wants to meet with me," I said. "I was planning on calling them, seeing when they'd want to meet with me. It's at La Push."

"My family is from there," said one of the employees, Emily Uley. "My husband, Sam, is a peace officer for the Rez. Do you know who you're seeing?"

I looked down at my notes. "Rebecca Black and Rachel Samoa," I answered. "Their dad is William?"

"Billy," Emily chuckled. "Billy Black. He's a tribal elder, but he defied the people's ways by working here in Port Angeles. He's revered by the Quileute, along with his cousins, Old Quil and Harry. Billy's been sick for a while. He's got diabetes and can't walk. His daughters didn't know anything about the business. And, well, Rachel lives in Hawaii with her surfer husband."

"Call them," Bella squealed, her hands clapping excitedly. I nodded and spoke with Rebecca. Billy was intrigued with my offer and how I put Lauren into her place since she'd begrudgingly submitted to the family. After talking with Rebecca, I decided that I'd go over to their house today. Bella would hang out with her father, who was still unpacking his newly renovated, but much smaller home, while I met with Rebecca, Rachel and Billy.

Using the GPS, after I dropped off Bella at Charlie's house, I drove to the reservation. Parking the SUV outside of a small red home, I got out and smoothed my hands on my jeans. I walked up to the porch, knocking on the rickety door. It opened and a small, but pretty woman opened it. "Edward Cullen?" she asked.

"That's me," I said, holding out my hand. She shook it and let me inside.

"Do you want something to drink?" she asked. "I'm Rebecca, by the way."

"I'm good, thanks," I chuckled.

"Give him some Vitamin R!" said a gruff voice from the back.

"Dad, you're not supposed to drink," Rebecca growled.

"I'm not. It's for the guy who put the offer on my garage." The voice came closer and an older man rolled into the living room in a wheelchair. His hair was almost nearly black, but his face was worn and he looked sickly. "You Edward?"

"Yes, sir," I answered. We shook hands and he nodded to a ratty couch. I sat down, almost falling through the couch, but I managed to avoid that, by perching near the edge of the cushions. Rebecca came in with a can of beer for me and a glass of water for her dad. "Thank you for taking time to meet with me."

"I wanted to meet you," he said. "Billy Black and I used to own that garage. But, when I lost the use of my legs, I couldn't keep working. I closed it and put it on the market. No one nibbled. You were the first one to see it in almost two years." He sighed, looking at the can of beer in my hand. "You going to drink that?"

I chuckled, taking a sip of the beer and humming. "Good. It's good."

"Good, because I want the guy who buys my garage be able to drink," Billy snickered.

"I drink, but my father was alcoholic, especially after my mom died and it led to his death," I frowned. "I avoid drinking too much."

"So, you're an orphan?" Billy asked, his thick brows furrowed.

"Technically, yes. But I live here with my girlfriend of almost two years and her father. We live in Port Angeles while her dad lives in Forks," I answered. "They're my family and I want to be there for them. I love them more than anything."

"I can respect that," Billy frowned. "I lost my wife. She died in a car accident, trucking accident. It was tough for me to raise two girls without a mom, but with the people on the rez, it truly took a village." He looked at me. "I think I know why no one came to the garage. That Lauren bitch … I hate that girl. Her tits were lopsided."

"Dad!" Rebecca wailed from the kitchen. "You can't say that shit!"

"Agreed, Dad," said another woman. She looked almost exactly like Rebecca, but her hair was not long, but chopped in a sleek bob. She smiled at me. "I'm Rachel. I just got back from the store. You the guy who wants to buy the garage?"

"Yeah," I said. "I own a garage in Lake Geneva. Third generation mechanic. I learned everything from my dad and grandfather. I hit a patch of really bad luck after my father's death, but was able to bounce back. I won a settlement against the bank who owned the mortgage of my garage and was able to pay it off, plus have money left over. My best friend works in the garage in Lake Geneva and I'm expanding here. I saw your garage and I thought it was perfect. It's run-down and is in need of some care, but I think I can bring it back to life."

"I think you're the right guy to do that," Billy said. "I told Lauren that the price was too much. But, your offer is … it seems a little low. I want to work with you to make sure that this garage becomes yours." He reached into his pocket and handed me a piece of paper. "Here's my counter."

It was my offer, plus a dollar. I laughed. "You drive a hard bargain, Billy."

"Eh, I do try," he shrugged. "Do you accept?"

"I do, sir," I replied, shaking his hand.

"Excellent," Billy beamed, his teeth blindingly white against his darker skin. "It's a shame that we have to go through Lauren 'Lopsided Tits' Mallory. I don't want her to get that commission."

"Dad, you signed a contract," Rachel chided. "And don't make mention of her boobs. Jeeze!"

Billy rolled his eyes, reaching for an older phone, calling Lauren. He barked that he accepted my offer. We shook hands and he had a half can of beer in celebration. Within a month, the garage would be mine and I'd be able to begin renovations, opening, hopefully, by Bella's birthday in September. I'd love to christen my new desk with my girl on her birthday. Giving her orgasms was always a favorite pastime of mine.

Must. Make. It. Happen.

My inner perv has demanded it!

BPOV

Once Edward closed on the garage, he began working on emptying it out, tossing out old, rusty equipment, shredding old paperwork and contacting contractors to renovate the garage. While he put in hours at the garage, I was putting hours in my office, building a name for myself in the advertising world. I focused on smaller businesses, making marketing affordable, but unique. The clients I took on were shocked at the results I was able to give to them and the economy in Port Angeles, Forks and several small towns in the surrounding area were benefitting from my hard work.

My dad was happy in his new home, becoming close friends with the previous owner of Edward's garage, Billy Black. They went fishing often and I could see my dad relaxing and the sadness dissipate from his eyes. He still missed Mom, but this move was a wise decision on his part. He was closer to his side of the family, making him happy.

Our summer was busy, only breaking for Fourth of July to spend with Edward in Seattle with Emily, her husband Sam, who had been hired by my guy to supplement his income as a peace officer on the reservation and a few of the 'pack.' The pack were some guys from the Quileute reservation. They all grew up together, but were hysterical and good looking, as were their wives and girlfriends. I felt more like an ugly duckling with them, but Edward whispered that I was the most beautiful woman in the world to him. But, regardless of their stellar good looks, they were all friendly, open and enveloped us into their group, extending our family.

As the summer sped by, Edward and I fell into a routine. We lived in a contemporary, but comfortable home that we'd picked out together. We made love, we lived and we grew as a couple. Despite our different lives prior to our getting together, we were still the same people from high school. Our friendship had blossomed, morphing into a relationship that was one built on love, respect and sizzling hot sexual chemistry. Edward was smart, smarter than he gave himself credit for.

One night, two weeks before his grand opening, Edward was pouring over spreadsheets and his brows were furrowed. "What's up, baby?" I asked.

"I took business classes at the trade school, but finance is not a strength," he said, his nose wrinkled. "I probably should hire a business manager, but everyone that I interviewed … they didn't seem capable."

"I am a finance major," I murmured, sitting down on his lap and looking at his spreadsheets. "I can help."

"You have your own business to run. I don't want …" he trailed off.

"Edward, I can help you until you find someone you trust," I smiled, kissing his neck. "What's the trouble?"

"The numbers are doing the Macarena," he grumbled. I giggled at his description, shooting him a look. "What? I just …"

"Let me work my magic, baby. I'll stop the numbers from shaking their bootay," I snorted.

"I knew there was a reason why I loved you," he breathed, squeezing me tightly and sighing.

"For my ginormous nerdy brain?" I quipped.

"That's definitely a plus, but I'm talking about your selflessness and your tight, wet pussy," he growled, nipping at my ear. I whimpered, grinding my ass against his lap. "Beautiful, I love you and I want to make love to you, but …"

"I know, you'll fix the numbers and then I can pay you in sexual favors," he smirked, his green eyes sparkling. I sat down, my fingers flying and Edward took out dinner, reheating it while I balanced his spreadsheets and made some minor adjustments to make it easier for him to handle them. When I was done, Edward sat down behind me and held me to his muscular chest. "Wow? The numbers aren't … how did you do that?"

"Again, I'm a nerd," I snickered.

"Sexiest nerd I've ever seen," he smiled, pressing a soft kiss to my neck. "How did you make sense of my mess?"

"It's a gift," I said, wrapping his arms around my waist. "I prefer the creativity of advertising, but this shit is simple to me. You know?"

"I don't, but I'll take your word for it," he laughed. "Can I pay you for services rendered?"

"After dinner. I'm not that easy of a lay," I teased, closing his computer and pulling the plate he'd made for me closer. We ate dinner and as soon as we were finished, he swept me in his arms and we barely made it to our bedroom before our clothes ended up on the floor and him inside me.

The weeks leading up to the opening of his garage flew by. I sent out email blasts, Facebook ad posts, online coupons and radio spots. Edward had another hidden talent. He had a smooth as velvet voice that translated well to the radio. It was his voice that toted the grand opening of Cullen Garage and Towing in Port Angeles. The night before the grand opening, Edward was making sure everything was set and ready to go. He had a capable staff of mechanics, some of them coming from the reservation, at Billy's suggestion and some were local high school students who wanted to learn more about the trade, studying under Edward. He enjoyed teaching, pointing out things to his apprentices and had a calm, patient nature that made him an amazing teacher.

Hell, he taught me how to change own oil. I was shocked when I did it and the car started after I finished the task. Now, would I do it again? Probably not because my manicure was completely ruined and I got oil in my hair, but I at least was capable of doing it.

"Edward, everything is going to be okay," I said. "You're checking things that are set and ready to go."

"I know," he said, tugging at his bronze-colored hair. "I know. I just worry. What if …?" He shot me a look, that damn near broke my heart. "What if history repeats itself? What if I can't do this?"

"Bullshit," I growled. "You're an amazing mechanic. This garage is the only one in the area. You've got a completely booked schedule for months, with necessary repairs, customizations and everything in between. All of La Push is coming here tomorrow to support you, baby." I tugged on his hand, leading him to the office, which had been completely reconfigured and was now warmer than before, with cherry furnishings and soft sage painted walls. "You know, we've christened our house."

"We did. I don't think there's a room that hasn't been …" he said, blinking back at me. "Are you suggesting? My office?" I nodded, grinning carnally. "I've wanted that from the moment we walked in here. I wasn't sure …"

"Oh, I'm sure," I said. I hopped up the desk, my legs spread and leaning back. "Fuck me, baby."

He crossed the office, closing the door and crashing his lips against mine. He hooked my leg over his hip as his tongue plunged into my mouth. My fingers made quick work of his button-down, pushing it over his shoulders. He dragged my shirt over my head and tossed my bra behind his back, his mouth moving down my chest, suckling on my skin. "You taste so sweet, love," he growled, swirling my nipple with his tongue. He kissed down my body, his fingers dancing underneath my skirt. Patting my legs, I lifted up and he tugged down my panties. "Lean back, Bella. Put your feet on the desk and spread those legs. I want to see your pussy."

"Fuck, I love it when you talk dirty," I whimpered, scooting back and pulling my skirt. I kicked off my shoes, spreading my legs as far as they would go so he could see every inch of my sex. Edward licked his lips and knelt down between my legs. Without any sort of preamble, he swiped his tongue along the length of my sex. "Oh, shit!" He draped my legs over his shoulders, devouring my pussy. His tongue swept inside me and slithered along my clit as he teased my entrance with his fingers. "Inside, Edward. Inside me!" He growled, plunging two fingers into my core, curling them just right as he kissed my sex. "Fuck, your mouth … so fucking good."

He blinked up at me, his eyes swirling with desire as he cupped one of my breasts, twisting my nipples. He added a third finger into my pussy and his pinky grazed my ass. My head fell back and I wished I could see what he was doing. But, his tongue was wet, tasting me and his fingers were inside me, so deep. I rocked in concert with his thrusts. He growled deeply against my skin, sucking my clit into his mouth and nibbling on it gently. "Edward … oh, fuck. Oh, fuck! I want to come." He looked up at me, curling his fingers, massaging the part inside me that made me explode every time. Within moments, I was babbling incoherently as my orgasm crashed over me, claiming me and making me weak in the knees. Edward kept his mouth on me until I weakly pushed him away, all too sensitive from his fucking amazing tongue.

He stood up, pulling on my arms. "I think you need to be here all the time," he said. "Already, the stress is gone." He kissed me, his lips warm and wet from my orgasm. "I love you, Bella."

"Love doesn't even come close, baby," I smiled against his mouth. I reached down, cupping his erection. "My, my … does eating me out make you hard?"

"Tasting you, feeling you, loving you … it's a combination of all that," he said, sucking on my lower lip. "Turn around, baby. I want to see your ass and fuck you from behind."

"Oooh, kinky," I said, sliding off the desk and arching my back, wiggling my ass to him. I heard the distinct sound of his belt and zipper, along with a low growl. He slapped my ass. I shot him a look. "What was that for?"

"For teasing me with your perfect derriere," he said, stroking his cock and running it along my folds. He lifted one of my legs, pressing me forward. "Fuck, that's beautiful. Your ass in the air, your pussy wet and dripping and you open for me."

"God, keep talking, Edward," I moaned. "Keep talking and fuck me."

He lined up his cock with my entrance and thrust forward, filling me to the hilt. I moaned, slapping my hands down on his desk. His hands held onto my hips as he moved inside me. His thrusts were not gentle. They were forceful and I could feel every quaking inch of him. "God damn, seeing my dick covered in your arousal … so hot," he grunted. "You're so wet, Bella. Moving in you, feels so fucking good."

"Edward," I whimpered, pushing back against him. His hand came down again on my ass, making me squeak.

"I'm in control, love," he purred, his movements slowing as he pressed every inch of his torso to my back. "I control when you come, baby. Do you want to come?" I was lost, my brain melting into a puddle of orgasmic goo. I nodded, allowing him to use me, to play my body like a finely tuned instrument. He lowered my leg and pulled me up, lifting my arms. "I love feeling you, Bella. So tight and wet around me."

"Fuck," I gasped. "God, I don't want this to end."

"It doesn't have to, baby," he purred, his fingers squeezing my breasts as he kissed my mouth, bruising my lips with his. He gently squeezed my breasts, his thrusts relentless as he continued to pound into me. "Bella … I'm fucking close. Please, please … I need you to come with me. I need you." I guided his hand from my breast to my clit. He roughly circled it, bending me forward. I whimpered, reveling in the feelings this man was giving me as he fucked me into oblivion. I gasped as another orgasm zipped through me. It went from my clit and throughout my body. "Oh, yes! Bella … I love you and …" He roared and I felt him release inside me, claiming me as his. He fell forward, his hands on either side of me, panting like he'd run a marathon. "Holy hell."

"Yeah," I breathed, wriggling my ass and still feeling him inside me. "I love you, too, Edward." He chuckled, kissing my shoulder and pulled me back as he sat down on the seats on the other side of the desk. He slipped out from me, cradling me. "We've christened your office, baby."

"We haven't christened yours, but there's still time," he said, nuzzling my neck. He reached behind the chair and plopped a bag in my lap. "Happy birthday, Bella."

"My birthday isn't …" I trailed off. "It's tomorrow. Well, crap. I think I'm getting senile in my old age."

"With everything in the garage and in our lives, time just sped by," he chuckled, his fingers dancing along my ribcage. "Your dad is taking you out to eat tomorrow, but I'm working late. I wanted to do something for you."

"So, fucking me like an animal was your wish?" I giggled.

"Perk," he growled, biting down on my earlobe. "I just wanted to … it's not a lot, love, but I wanted to get you something special for your birthday." I smiled, kissing him tenderly and shimmied my skirt down. He pulled up his jeans and handed me his shirt. I pulled out a card, my lips curling up as I read the sweet sentiment. He'd found a card that had my favorite poem on it, by e.e. Cummings, 'I carry your heart.' "It's true, love. Even when we were apart, I always carried a part of you in my heart. I never gave you up and I love you. Always."

"Me, too," I smiled. "I think that's why I never opened up to anyone outside of Peter, but he was more a brother-figure than a relationship. Plus, he's gay."

"Trust me. He keeps emailing me if I've changed teams," Edward grumbled. "I love your ex-boss, but he can be a little pushy."

"It's what's makes him such a good boss," I shrugged. "It's why his company is on the Fortune 500."

"Which is amazing, but enough about Peter. I want to celebrate your birth, beautiful," he chuckled, nudging the bag in my lap. I kissed him sweetly, pulling out the light blue tissue paper. I took out a small wooden box, opening it and looked inside. "I think it's our thing, love."

"They're beautiful," I breathed, lightly fingering the silver mistletoe earrings. "Where did you find these?"

"Rachel is a jeweler," Edward chuckled. "She made it for me. I sent a picture of your necklace and she made this for me, for you, really." He kissed my lips and took out the earrings, sliding them into my ears. "Perfect, love."

"Thank you, Edward," I whispered, snuggling in his arms. "I don't know what I did to deserve you."

"I ask myself the exact same thing every day when I hold you in my arms as we sleep," he said, brushing his lips on my temple. "The exact same thing, baby."

EPOV

I was sitting in my office.

On Christmas Eve.

In a snow storm.

I wanted to be with my girlfriend.

No … not girlfriend … I wanted to be with my fiancée.

I'd asked her dad and everything. He gave me his blessing.

If only I was with her. Unfortunately, being one of the few garages in the area, I was manning the radio so my employees could spend time with their families. Sam Uley was in a similar boat, working on the reservation. So, we were playing Words with Friends as we hovered near the radios.

The radio crackled. "Cullen Towing, come in?" Sam barked.

"Cullen Towing, over," I said. "Everything okay, Sam?"

"Non-emergency call. Stranded motorist, just off route 101. Requested you specifically," Sam said. "Female, driving a Porsche?"

I arched a brow. "Understood. I'll go … I'll go pick up the motorist. I'll radio when I've finished the run. Cullen out," I said, pulling on my coveralls, winter coat and hat. I picked up the keys to my new tow truck, one of three. I flipped on the lights, blasted the heat and made my way out of town, driving toward route 101. I saw the motorist almost immediately with a shiny red Porsche and heels. I pulled in front of the car, hopping out and arching a brow. "Really, Bella?"

"It was the only way I'd get to see you," she giggled. "But, I did legitimately spin out. Your dinner is all over the passenger seat. I need the car detailed, Mr. Cullen."

I rolled my eyes. "Get in the tow truck, Isabella," I sighed. She kissed my jaw, teetering toward the truck and I easily loaded up her Porsche onto the back. This snow storm was bad, but nowhere near as bad as the one that brought us together. I drove us back to the garage, putting her car onto the rack. I'd fix it later, in case I needed to go out again.

Bella was sitting in the office, trying to arrange the food on the plate. "Next year, Edward, you're not going to work on Christmas. Yes, it worked out for us in the long-run, but I want to spend time with my dad and my boyfriend, the love of my life," she chided, pulling on my hand and pushing me into the seat. "Eat, baby."

"You could stay with Charlie," I said, pulling her into my lap.

"He's with Billy and the rest of the people down at the rez," Bella said. "It was scary enough driving here, let alone to Forks and La Push. Those roads are fucking treacherous. And those logging trucks? They scare the shit out of me. I have nightmares of being crushed by those trees."

I wrinkled my nose, seeing the aftermath of those accidents. "Good point. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you." I held her close, inhaling her sweet, but subtle perfume. She snuggled against me, her fingers threading with mine. "Are you getting a distinct feeling of déjà vu?"

"A little," she said, her voice quiet. My office was dimly lit with twinkle lights and a tiny tree in the corner. "Two years ago … it was two years ago, Edward, when we reconnected."

"Best two years of my life," I said. "So many things happened. So many good things, amazing things …"

"Sad things, too," she frowned. "I miss my mom. Especially on Christmas."

"I miss my family, too, but I'm not lonely like I was before," I murmured. "Do you know why?"

"Because we're together," she answered, giving me a tender smile. "I'm not lonely either and I don't ever want to be without you. I've never known love like yours, Edward. It's so true, all-encompassing."

"Me, neither, beautiful," I whispered, brushing my lips over hers. Go for it, Cullen. Opportunity is knocking and you need to fucking answer it. She loves you. You love her. Ask. Her. I lifted her up and put her on the chair. I knelt before her, holding her hand. "I never known love like this existed, Bella. I knew you were special in high school. What we shared, although it was brief, it was treasured for as long as I could remember. You're beautiful, kind, selfless, tender, a touch kinky and all mine. I felt it when we found each other two years ago. It's only grown since then. With your love, support and unending willingness to just be you, I've found my way and I can't imagine taking another step without you by my side. I wanted a love like I saw in my parents. I have that with you. I want to keep having that with you, as my lover, my best friend, my confidante, my wife …" I whispered. "On this snowy night, almost exactly like the night two years ago, but so different, I have an important question to ask."

"Edward," she sobbed, biting her lip.

I wiped her cheek and chuckled, seeing a smudge of grease on her alabaster skin. "Sorry, love. I got …" I wrinkled my nose, moving to wipe it away.

"I don't care," she whispered. "What's the question?"

"Will you marry me?" I murmured. "Spend the rest of our lives together, building a life and sharing the love, the joy, the pain and everything in between?"

"Yes," she breathed, kissing me and tangling her fingers into my hair. We quickly lost it to each other, but I pulled back. "What?"

"I have a ring," I said, unlocking the bottom drawer.

"I don't need a ring. I just want you," she pouted.

"I got you a ring, Bella," I chided, finding the ebony box and opening it. "Your dad, he saved your mom's engagement ring and he gave it to me." Bella wrinkled her nose. "He also said you hated it, so I had Rachel make something new." I turned the box around and showed her a wide band ring, with mistletoe and diamonds embedded inside and in channels along the shoulders of the ring. "Mistletoe is our thing, baby."

"It is," she whispered. "It's beautiful and so different, Edward."

I plucked it out, sliding it onto her left hand. There was a black smudge on her skin. "I'm a mess. I'm sorry."

"Don't," she said, taking out her phone and threading our fingers together. "I like it. It's so us, Edward. I love you, greasy fingers and all. That doesn't make you the man you are. It's the goodness inside, your kind soul and your own selfless nature." She tugged me up, kissing me gently and took a picture of our hands. Then, she flipped the phone around snapping a selfie of us. She typed out a text message.

The Mechanic has asked and he has someone to kiss under the Mistletoe forever. He asked … I said yes! Wedding details to come soon. Merry Christmas! Love from Edward and the future Bella Cullen.

"Do you want to completely recreate that night we met?" she asked, her voice sultry and her eyes swirling with desire.

"That night, it was all nerves and me fumbling. Tonight … I want to make love to my fiancée," I said, brushing my lips with hers. "Look up, love."

She did, smiling widely. "How long has that been there?" she giggled, looking at the sprig of live mistletoe that hung over my desk.

"It doesn't matter, but I just wanted another reason to kiss you, Bella," I said, grinning crookedly. "Merry Christmas, Mrs. Cullen. Thank you for saying yes. Best gift ever."

"You'll never be alone," she whispered. "Thank you for asking, Edward, my sweet, sexy mechanic." She snaked her arms around my neck and curled up in my lap. With a snort, she kissed behind my ear. "Is my car fixable?"

"Oh, Bella," I laughed. She already knew that answer, kissing me again and making me the happiest man alive, snowed in, at my garage, with my fiancée. Things really had come full circle and it couldn't be more perfect.

Fin