The garden was even more beautiful the second time we went out there. It seemed like there was so much more out there that I had never seen, almost like I had new eyes. Edward had changed everything for me. He held my hand still, and took me back to the wooden porch swing.

"How are you?" he asked me, giving my hand a gentle squeeze as he said it. I looked down at it, and then back up at his eyes.

"I'm well…now." I said, a gentle smile playing at the edge of my lips.

"And I'm glad. Do you understand how afraid I was?" he said, laughing, and taking his hand away from mine, and put his arm around my shoulder.

I just giggled, he couldn't been any more scared than I was. The butterflies playing around in my stomach, and my heart felt like it was throbbing, and getting louder with each beat. It was the best experience I have ever had.

"But I'm very happy that I did it," he said, taking his free hand, and putting my left hand back into it.

"I'm happy you did, too." I answered honestly. I felt my heart thumping inside my chest again as his head moved closer to mine.

He only kissed my forehead, very gently, and my eyes closed.

I felt his fingers rub the ring that was on my finger, and I looked down, and he was staring at it. "Are you alright, Edward?" I asked him.

He looked up at me suddenly, and smiled. "I just wished I could have gotten you something better." He replied, and I was stunned. Better? How could anything be better?

"Edward, I don't think you understand that this is the most beautiful and impressive gift that you could ever give to me. This ring is absolutely gorgeous, and…I don't think that I deserve it, frankly. It just too beautiful, and expensive and…I don't need it."

"Isabella, you deserve this ring more than anybody. Besides," he said, moving closer to me on the swing. "I needed to give you something to let everyone in Chicago know that you are mine, and that no one else may have you." He smiled at me, and I laid my head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of my hair.

"You had me the minute I walked into this house." I replied, closing my eyes, and letting myself rest there.

"Again, I'm glad to hear that. And Isabella, whatever happens to me, I want you to know that you have my heart, and no one can take that from you." He whispered into my hair.

I felt my eyes begin to water, and one tear welled over, and fell down my face. I sniffled.

"Are you crying? What's the matter?" he asked, looking down at me.

"I'm fine, that's just…oh, Edward. That's beautiful." I said, leaning back against him.

He patted down my hair, and ran his hand down my arm. "It's true." He whispered, leaning in to kiss me again, but only shortly. "I love you," he said.

"I love you, too." I whispered back.

We sat out on the porch swing talking for hours. We talked about our dreams, and the things we had hoped for. He was so interesting, and kept me talking forever. Every word he said, only brought me closer to him, and that was exactly what I had hoped for.

"Come inside," he said, standing up, and pulling me with him. "There's something I want to show you."

I went with him back into the house, and into the living room where a black, grand piano sat in the corner of the room. He led me over to it, and seated me next to him on the little bench.

His fingers grazed the piano keys before he spoke. "this piano was my grandfather's. He always loved playing the piano, and he taught me how to play when I was a little boy. After he died, my father taught me even more. I wrote this for you, it's called 'Isabella's Piece.'" He said, and looked over at me and smiled.

The moment his fingers played the notes, beauty erupted from the inside of the piano. The notes he played were absolutely beautiful, and it was mine. It was my song. I smiled, and stopped thinking, and just enjoyed the lullaby.

When he ended, and pulled his hands away from the ivory keys, he looked over at me unexpectedly, a polite smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Did you like it?"

Tears welled down my cheeks in pure happiness, and I wrapped my arms around Edward's neck, and cried into his shoulder. "That was so beautiful," I said.

"That was nothing compared to you," he replied, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

"Thank you," I whispered, recoiling my arms.

He kissed my forehead, again. "You're welcome, love."

Later that evening, Elizabeth arrived back at the Masens home with my mother close behind her. She saw me sitting with Edward on the sofa, laughing at a joke he had told me, and both her and Elizabeth's eyes lit up at us.

"Hello, mother." I looked over at her, and smiled, getting up, releasing Edward's hand. Her eyes followed his hand as I let go of it.

I walked over to her, and gave her a hug. She whispered in my ear, "When did this happen?" she asked.

I whispered back, "I'm actually not really sure. It's been progressing ever since the night I came over for dinner."

She took my hands when she let go, and her eyes spied the ring. She looked down at it, and her eyes grew wider. I looked over at Elizabeth, who was smiling, as usual.

"It's beautiful, isn't it? Edward wanted it to be absolutely perfect. He kept asking me to my rings that his father gave to me," she giggled, and I looked over at Edward who winked back at me.

"He's very handsome," my mother said, and Elizabeth nodded. I blushed as she looked pointedly at me.

"He's very smart, too. They're both very lucky children." Elizabeth said, as Edward came over to greet my mother.

"Hello, Madame Swan," he said, as he bowed slightly at her. "How are you, this evening?" he asked.

"I'm well, thank you, Edward." She replied, giving a little curtsey.

"Will you be staying for dinner tonight, I'm sure we'd all love to have you." Edward, offered politely.

"Actually, your mother has already asked me, yes I will be staying, thank you."

"Unfortunately, my husband is out of town at the moment, so he will not be joining us." Elizabeth told us, sadly.

"Well, shall we go?" Edward asked, inviting us into the dining room.

After we finished eating, and my mother and Elizabeth finished exchanging embarrassing stories about Edward and I, Edward excused himself saying he didn't feel well.

We all said our 'goodbyes' and we were off.

Tonight, was the best night that I have ever had.