I think I'm supposed to say I'm sad that I don't own Twilight...so, yeah, sorrowfully, I do not own Twilight. Stephenie Meyer deserves the credit.
Anyway, this is my first fan fic ever, so please bear with me. :P
There was probably nothing in the sunny morning that would hint anyone on the gravity of what will happen in a few moments. Edward Cullen stood there, still immaculately handsome as ever, but with a certain look—a mixture of resignation and anticipation—on his solid face.
He is in the meadow in Forks, looking at the exact same spot where he first talked to his dear Bella about his feelings. He smiled slightly, as if basking on the memory, and suddenly froze. He paced uneasily in smooth, fluid movements and ran a free hand through his hair. On one hand, he was clutching a piece of paper. Right smack in the middle of the page were the words that have the power to change him forever. Not that he needed it, of course. His memory serves him pretty well without the aid of reminders or little notes. He just thought it wouldn't hurt to give in to the mainstream of human quirks once in while.
"Whatever," Bella said to him three days ago as she hovered in front of him. Folding her arms on her chest, she continued, "I still want you to write it down."
"Really, now, Bella…" he began, shaking his head.
"Don't 'really, now, Bella' me!" She tried in vain to imitate his silky voice. "It will be the most important day of our lives! How hard could it be, right? It's such a simple request. Ugh. You can be so selfish at times, you know?" She furrowed her brow and stuck out her tongue.
Edward just chuckled. He pressed his lips to her forehead and was suddenly beside Bella, armed with a pen and paper.
Bella's eyes widened in horror. "What. Are. You. Doing?"
Edward stared at her in confusion "I thought this was what you wanted?"
"NO! Well, yeah, but no! Don't write that in front of me! Will you just go find your private place somewhere? Don't spoil it for me." Bella replied, slightly stuttering.
Edward raised an eyebrow and gave an easy laugh. "You're impossible." With that, he kissed her cheek and went to his piano, leaned on it and used it as a table. In a few seconds, he was back beside Bella on the sofa.
"Done already?" Bella asked doubtfully.
He nodded in reply. "Happy now?" He teased.
Bella blushed, broke into a satisfied smile and answered, "Yes. Thank you, Edward."
(End of flashback)