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EPOV

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"She's right." I said, pulling at my hair.

"Edward, they're damn flowers." Bella said turning over and closing her eyes.

I laughed at her misunderstanding.

"No what I mean is you are here a lot of the time." Not that I mined in the least bit.

She opened an eye and frowned. "Are you kicking me out?"

"Because if you are" she said, before I could reply, "I'll pull an Alice on you."

I rolled my eyes because I knew what she was doing. She was avoiding the situation at hand. Bella had voiced her opinion about our living arrangements in the past and I had been too scared to do anything about it. At the time I had thought I was doing us a favor, but in actuality I was only prolonging the inevitable.

Sighing, I sat back on the couch, reclining us back as I flipped through her book to where I had last left off. I can't even begin to describe what it felt like to read it. Every page written was a validation of the love I had spent years pining over. It was sort of overwhelming but of course in a good way.

We sat like that for a while. Bella drew random circles into my skin and hummed some song pitifully out of tune. Her body nestled into mine more and more and I stopped reading every now and then to just listen to her eventual sleeping breaths.

It was making me tired to have her body heat radiating on top of me but her book kept me from dozing off.

Eventually the timer on the television turned itself off, leaving us in complete silence. She shifted awkwardly in my arms and I wondered half-heartedly if she was the only person in the world who could awaken in the absence of sound.

I sat still and waited for her to become comfortable again, balancing the book on my other hand.

"You're killing me here." I said, my arm aching from trying to avoid her flailing head.

"Sorry, you're just sitting really awkwardly." She mumbled, sleepily. She moved once more and moaned in frustration.

"What are you even doin-?"

I smiled at her as her eyes registered towards the book.

"Ughh…. don't read that thing while I'm here." She said, swatting at my hands.

"Why not?"

"Edward."

"Bella."

"It's embarrassing."

"Go to sleep." I said, grabbing her hand and kissing it before entwining it within mine and resting it on my lap.

"Just…uh…don't read the ending." She said when I tried to pull her back onto my chest.

"Why? Do I die at the end?" I asked, my interest sparked.

She gave me an incredulous look. "No."

"It's gruesome isn't it?"

"You don't die. Just don't read it." She said, resting her head back on my chest, which sent vibrations soft down my stomach.

"Tell me why." I said yawning and playing with a piece of her hair.

"Because..I just…please Edward." She said, lifting her chin.

Usually I would have read it. Right then. At that exact moment. In front of her. But I was currently way behind on earning brownie points with Bella after the whole publishing incident. So I conceded.

I smiled and smoothed out the arch in her eyebrows.

"Don't frown."

My fingers involuntarily dropped to her lips, outlining the tight line they had formed themselves into. I stared at them for a half a second before my body reacted and bent down to reach them.

I smiled when she pulled back from my advancing lips, still waiting.

"Fine. What chapter do I stop at?"

"Just don't read the last chapter." She explained, relaxing once more into my outstretched arm. "I'm serious Edward. I'll be able to tell if you read it or not so just… don't."

"Sure thing." I said, basking in the one phrase she hated hearing. She had told me once that it was my way of brushing her off, but really I only did it to get a reaction out of her. Because her reactions, no matter what they were, were the kind of things I had indulged in while growing up. And still did.

I chuckled as she rolled her eyes and shifted her body away from mine. When I was sure she was asleep, I moved her back against my chest.

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BPOV

I woke up curled next to Edward in his bed. He was sprawled beside me, his arm serving as my pillow as the rest of his chest was covered with what looked like my book.

I yawned and threw the manuscript on the floor so I could see pass his chest to his watch.

It was still early but I figured I had better get up. Thoughts of Alice's fury rang in my head and I sat up knowing I had some repairing to tend to. I rose awkwardly, still drunk with sleep and pulled on my jeans.

I couldn't help but smile. It always turned me on whenever I thought of Edward stripping my clothes off before he went to bed.

I ventured into the living room looking around for my shoes but not before stumbling on his coffee table in the process.

"They're in the kitchen." I heard him call sleepily from the bedroom.

"Thanks." I whispered, rubbing my stumped toe.

I limped to the kitchen and grabbed them as well as my keys. Making my way back to the bedroom, I stumbled on the nightstand, nearly hurling myself onto the floor for the second time.

I heard Edward chuckle and shift in bed. "Say something so I know you're okay." he mumbled. I squinted in the dark, until I found a safe place to sit.

"You have too much furniture." I snapped, now rubbing my elbow.

I tugged on my shoelaces until they fell untied and lazily slipped into my left shoe. Yawning, I stretched for the other one. When I couldn't find it, I turned around… just in time to find Edward staring at me.

"What?" I said, my eyes dancing along the contours of his face. It was eight in the morning and he looked gorgeous. I could only imagine what I must look like to him but I was suddenly met with satisfaction knowing that that small fact didn't bother me at all.

I wouldn't be with him if our relationship were solely based on looks.

"You smell good." He said, while yawning.

I rolled my eyes and yanked on my other shoe. Shaking my bangs out of my face, I quickly tried pulling my hair into a ponytail. But of course, since I was nothing short of a klutz, I ended up snapping the rubber band gracefully in my face.

"Ow." I said, trying not to feign the irritation that was surging through me.

I looked down to find Edward still staring at me, the edges of his lips curling into a crooked smile, probably wondering why his girlfriend was so incompetent.

It was quiet for a while. Just Edward smiling at me and me feigning embarrassment.

"Move in." he suddenly said.

"What?" My mind immediately traveled to the last time we had this conversation. "I thought you didn't-"

"I want you to move in." he said simply.

He pulled me to where he was in bed. I moved on my side, so that I was facing him. My hair spanned out above my head and he lightly ran his hands through it.

And then I just sat there watching him run his hands through my tangled hair. He watched my eyes intently waiting patiently for what I guess was some sort of response.

"Is this because you still feel guilty about yesterday?" I finally said, not wanting to fall victim to another misunderstanding.

He smiled and leaned closer to me.

"No. Say you'll move in with me."

I frowned as my mind racked through all the possible catch 22s that might have been silently lingering behind his words.

"I'll get on your nerves." I said.

"And I yours." He said, wrapping his arm around my waist.

"You'll get tired of me."

"I haven't thus far and it's been four hundred years since we met."

"Fifteen." I corrected.

He rolled his eyes and gave me a pointed look.

"You really want to live together?" I said, fighting back a smile.

"I really do." He said, kissing the corner of my mouth.

My eyes caught his and for a while all I could do was stare. But not for my usual reasons. I didn't stare because he was beautiful or breathtaking or from any of the other obsessive habits I had inquired. I stared because Edward Cullen was slowly but surely becoming my future.

"Are you waiting for a certain shade of green?" he said, obviously still waiting for my reply. I was surprised to pick up on the nervousness in his voice. As if he could really think that I didn't want this. That I didn't dream about this on a daily basis.

"If this is really what you want…" I said, not even trying to regulate the smile that was resonating on my face.

His hand cupped the back of my neck drawing me even closer.

"I feel like right now it's not to soon and there's no pressure. It's just you and me."

"Finally." I said.

"Say yes." He said against my lips.

"Okay….I'll move in."

Really at that point I could have done more than just move in. I could have married him right then in there. And I realize that that tiny fact might make me a hypocrite but so be it. I was his. He was mine.

I felt his lips heighten into a smile against mine as he left short quick kisses along them.

"Don't feel special or anything." I quickly said, stealing his line from earlier, "You're bed is just more comfortable than mine. That's all."

"Oh," he said frowning. "Well I guess I could let you sleep in it every now and then but I just figured you would sleep in the guest room."

I pushed him off of me and grabbed my bag.

"Bye Edward Cullen." I said, trying not to laugh.

"Amazed Bella. I'm amazed by you." He yelled after me.

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I made it to Alice and Jasper's apartment within the hour. I didn't see her Porsche anywhere but I did see Jasper's Audi. I figured that was good enough.

I knocked twice before Jasper answered the door. I wasn't met with the usual calm, laid back guy that I had gotten used to over the years. The Jasper that opened the door looked like hell.

"Um…hey Jasper." I said, moving past him as he shut the door. My eyes trailed through the front of the apartment where two suitcases lay strewn across the loveseat.

"Hey." He said flatly, walking over to the couch. "Alice isn't here."

"Are you going somewhere?" I asked, watching him throw a pair of jeans into the bag closest to him. I couldn't think of any reason why Jasper could be packing except for visiting his parents who lived in Wyoming. Immediately I saw why that would make Alice agitated. Jasper's parents didn't like her. Or at least that was what she had told me. Jasper and I coined it off to her nerves. Everybody loved Alice.

"Yeah." He said, nervously massaging his neck. He looked me in the eyes for a moment and sighed.

Something in his stance told me his parents place was the last thing from his mind.

"You're moving out aren't you?" I said, trying hard not to show my disappointment in him. I had always held so much respect for Jasper. I didn't know him that well but in a way I did.

Growing up Emmett and I would argue with our parents incessantly. I look back and like to think that our personalities just weren't compatible, since there was no other way to put it. What I did realize, however, was that whenever I told Alice of an argument, Jasper would involuntarily find out as well. It used to bother me, but after awhile I stopped worrying about it. It was almost as if I had built this unspoken trust for him through her. She told me his secrets as well, so in a way we did know each other.

And he wasn't one for backing out of situations. Especially ones that involved Alice.

"I'm staying at a friends house for a couple days." He said, no longer looking at me.

"That's what's wrong with her isn't it? That's why she's so upset."

In a way I was happy. I finally knew what was upsetting her and could find a way to make it better. And then I was angry. And pissed. And scared.

I was angry because Alice was supposed to be my best friend. I was supposed to be the one person she could confide to, no matter the issue. I had cried on her shoulder so many times and I felt terrible she felt she couldn't do the same.

I was pissed at Jasper for leaving her. For not fighting for the one person, besides Edward who I found utterly fascinating.

And then I was scared because, not even an hour ago, I had signed and sealed my fate away, it seemed, to a non-refutable contract that was now destroying Alice and Jasper. I felt screwed.

"No. There's more to it…She just won't…" he said, his words not really directed towards anyone or anything for that matter.

"She won't what?" I said, trying again not to show that I was judging him through and through.

"She's probably at the café. Ask her." He finally said referring to the Joey's Java. They had terrible coffee but Alice loved it. She claimed it calmed her. Somehow the smell of horrid java was appealing to her.

"Probably?"

"She'll be there." He said in a definite tone that made me sick all over. I don't know why. It just did.

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She wasn't there.

And after calling and leaving four messages, I silently gave up. She knew I was here. I'd wait for her to come talk to me.

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I frowned at Edward's incessant laughing.

"It's not funny." I said redirecting my attention to the pasta. I stirred it twice before deciding that it still looked crunchy. After placing the top back on I watched the burst of blue flame lick the pot as I increased the heat. Again.

The room was starting to fill with the smell of ground hamburger and hotdogs. I bobbed my head to the radio as I delicately sliced one microwaved hotdog after the other. Edward grinned at my concentration but I ignored him.

Once I was done with that I wiped my hands on my apron and moved back to the stove. My cheese concoction was bubbling on a low heat setting and I had no idea why. I looked to Edward for some sort of indication but was met with more stifled laughter.

"You're irritating me." I said in between humming the lyrics to some song I had never heard before.

"What are you even making?" he said as he peered into a pot. He had finally stopped laughing and any trace of a smile had left his face so I decided he earned an answer.

"Casserole." I said throwing frozen broccoli into the pot he was looking at.

I watched his lips curve into a smile as he watched me stir the noodles and broccoli in the same pot. He didn't say anything, just smiled.

I returned back to the hamburger and placed a layer into the pan. A few pieces fell onto the counter and after placing them in the pan, I went to get the noodles.

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EPOV

Watching Bella cook was beyond entertaining. The way her tongue jutted out when she overdid the smallest thing reminded me why I was in love with her.

The first time she cooked for me, it had been a disaster and even as I was mentally preparing my stomach for whatever she was about to feed me, I couldn't help thinking that I didn't want this to stop.

In some sick way, I wanted to come home from work years from now with the refined assurance of finding her in the kitchen, busily making us some unidentifiable meal.

"Hotdogs?" she said, shooting me a questioning glance.

I nodded. I loved that she was putting hotdog slices into our casserole. In our kitchen. In our apartment. It seemed to fit.

"What can I do to help?" I said, biting into apple while leaning against the counter closest to her.

"Set the table." She said not looking at me, to busy cutting copious amounts of assortments of cheeses.

I smudged off what looked like flour on her right eyebrow and reached to get some plates.

A half hour later we were sitting at the table eating her hamburger/hotdog/hash brown casserole. And it was actually good. Granted there was a tangy after bite that I couldn't exactly place, but besides that, I had two helpings.

"I love your cooking." I said, leaning back into my chair when I was done.. She was looking around at the apartment, seemingly lost in thought.

She looked up at me, and smiled.

And I lost it.

One minute I was temporarily down, not able to move from such food intake. And then I was all over her. She laughed as I mauled her face with my lips, slipping my tongue in between them. Her hands registered in my hair and tugged. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist, kicking over a cup that splattered on the floor with a loud crash. Her hands dropped to my sides just as both of my hands tangled in her hair and I tilted my head to reach towards her lips once more.

I smiled as I stumbled throwing us into the wall on my attempt to move to the bedroom that was now ours.

I tried redirecting us but fell once more, this time landing me on top of her on the floor.

I pulled my face away from hers to make sure she was okay only a second before she pulled me back down to meet her lips.

We stayed like that for a while, kissing and tugging at each other clothes until her back arched off the floor and I managed to crane my arm around her back and lifted her on to my knee. My other hand slammed against the wall for support as I maneuvered us off the floor.

She laughed and bit my neck as her legs situated themselves back around my waist.

The door retreated with a loud slap as we entered the bedroom. My legs hit the front of the bed and before I knew it she slowly slipped away from my grip, her hair sprawling out in front of me as she landed on the bed. I stopped, trying to slow my breathing as I stared at her. God, she was beautiful. She stared back, her own breathing lacking consistency.

"Come here." She whispered.

My knee fell in between her legs as my hands rested on either side of her body. She lifted herself to my lips, pressing her breasts against my chest. I ravaged her lips, trying to shove as much of my feelings into them as I could. We scooted closer to the head of the bed just as I managed to unclasp her bra.

I kissed her collarbone letting my body drift to her newly exposed skin. My name slipped from her mouth as I took each mound into my mouth.

Slowly I took her jeans off. Her calf curled around my shoulder as I kissed her left thigh. My mouth inched closer to her core, and I looked up to see her staring at me, her breathing slowing down dramatically. I laughed slightly and bit at the edge of her underwear, drawing them down slowly with my teeth. As soon as my mouth hit her sex, she was withering. I grabbed her hips and angled them as I curled my tongue deeper into her.

Bella loved orgasms. So much so that she drew them out. I didn't mind and continued until finally I felt her muscles beginning to clamp down. Quickening my pace, I dove into her one last time before her back arched and she came.

It was her first time coming in our apartment. In our bedroom. In our bed.

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