A/N: At last, I finished the prologue. I really hope it doesn't disappoint anyone, and that you'll like it… actually, I hope you'll love it.
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Four years ago, outside of my house in Forks.
"It's so quiet," Edward said as we laid on the grass, looking up at the unusually calm Forks skies.
"It would be quieter if you didn't mention how quiet it is every two minutes," I taunted him.
"I can't help it. It's so relaxing. I feel like I'm meditating or some shit."
"As I'm sure many Zen masters have said in those exact words," I laughed.
"Do you know Astrology?" he asked, his eyes seeking mine, making my heartbeat race.
"No," I answered, trying my mightiest to swallow. "Do you?"
He grinned. "No. But I can make stuff up for you."
"Oh really?" I asked, encouraging him to do it.
"Yes. See here, that group of three stars?"
"That's the, uh, holy triangle. Which is very rare, you were lucky to catch it this evening," he said, making me laugh.
"And that big, sparkly collection of stars over there?" I pointed in the direction.
"That's the colossal neutron mass. But don't point at the stars," he said, taking my hand down, making me feel a rush of heat coursing from my hand to the rest of my body.
"Haven't you ever heard that a lady who points at the stars will never get married?"
I snorted. "Where do you come up with that load of crap?"
"I'm not making it up, it's true. And you do want to get married… don't you?" he asked, now seemingly curious.
I thought about it for a moment. "Yeah. I do," I finally said. I wanted to have a family some day, a husband and a few kids running around and making a mess. But I wasn't sure how I was supposed to dream about those things, when they couldn't involve the person I really wanted to be there. He didn't think of me in that way, and he never would. I'd come to accept that.
He nodded gravely. "With… Jacob Black?" he asked.
Again I paused, trying to think of an answer. "I don't know," I decided, and turned my face back to the stars to avoid his forceful gaze.
It was then I realized how extraordinarily close our bodies were, lying there on the cold grass.
"How about you? A hot wife and a bunch of rug-rats? Or are you a lone wolf?" I joked, trying to lighten the mood.
"No," he said, and I could still feel his eyes on me. "I want a family."
I turned to look at him now, wanting to see his reaction to my next question. "With who? Jacob Black?"
He laughed. "We would have gorgeous kids," he said, and then his staring eyes became serious again. We looked at each other for what seemed like forever, before he took my hand in his, causing my heartbeat to pick up again. He drew tiny circles inside my palm with his finger, and let out a heavy breath that hit me directly in the face with its sweet scent, making me dizzy.
"With someone warm," he said quietly, making me silently wish that it would've been me. And we both turned to look back at the sky, without saying another word for that evening.
"Bells, did you hang the horrifyingly pink decorations on our pathetic excuse for a tree yet?" I heard my dad call from the kitchen, as I finished decorating the truly pathetic excuse for a tree with tiny Christmas socks.
"Sure thing, dad," I called back. "Spike the eggnog yet?"
He entered the living room, wiping his hands with a dish towel. "You know what? I really did," he said.
I gasped. "You're kidding."
"No, I spiked it. But only a little, and just because Alice made me," he said.
"I did no such thing," Alice yelled out from the kitchen.
"She's obviously lying," Charlie said quietly, making me laugh out.
"So I take it you two are getting along, then?" I asked with a wide grin.
"Are you kidding me?" Alice said, coming out of the kitchen as well. "If you would've told me your dad was this awesome, I would've made you take me with you to Forks back when we were in college."
"I'm surprised at you, Bella. You didn't say anything about me being, uh… awesome?" Charlie said uncharacteristically.
Alice did tend to get the best out of people, with all that damn pixie energy of hers.
"Well, I guess I wanted to keep you all to myself," I said with the sweetest smile I could muster.
"That's my little brown-noser," he smiled proudly and ruffled my hair. I usually hated it when people did that – not that many people did it, it was mostly Emmett – but I loved it when Charlie did it.
The door bell rang at that moment, and Alice practically flew to the door to open it. And then I realized why. It was no other than Jasper. She pounced on him with a hug, which he happily gave back.
"I don't know about this kid," Charlie mumbled in dismay. "I mean, who wears his hair long like that?"
"Hey, I thought I was supposed to be your daughter," I said, faking insult.
"Oh, don't worry. I still don't know about Edward, either," he said, narrowing his eyes.
"Like I told you three months ago, he's on a trial period," he said, crossing his hands against his chest, chief of police that he was.
I shook my head, smiling.
The short version? Edward and I decided to tell Charlie about us on my birthday, in Forks. Edward was, of course, wearing a bullet proof vest. Charlie took it as expected, and stared at Edward for two days straight before deciding to give him a trial period until he "proved himself".
And speaking of Edward, he was running late. He said he would, thanks to his new occupation nowadays, but he was supposed to be back by now.
Oh, yeah. I should probably say a few words about this new occupation, right?
Well, I'll give you the short version again. Edward decided to make some extra money by giving piano lessons to kids. Kids have dads. One of said dads, who happened to own a record company, asked Edward to play him something of his own, and bam – record deal.
Okay, it might be a small record deal at a less than known label, but still a record deal. It wouldn't allow him to quit his job, but still – a freaking record deal. I think I hugged one of his ribs broken, the day he told me. And there may have been another nearly broken bone in his body that day, too, if you catch my drift.
Rose and Emmett showed up next, which was good, because someone had to keep Jasper company while Alice was glued to my dad. It was the strangest thing. If I hadn't known the both of them so well, I might have suspected an affair. I wouldn't cross out the option that he was planning on adopting her, though.
Rose, in the meantime, came over to me and offered me a hug, almost as tight as Emmett's was when he entered, and then an envelope.
"What's this?" I asked warily.
"Okay, I know you guys specifically asked that we don't get you any presents, but technically, this isn't one," she said.
I opened it, and took a look inside, my eyes practically popping out of their sockets. "Rose?"
"It's your Christmas bonus, Bella," she said with a smile.
I exhaled sharply, shocked. "Are you sure about that? Because it looks more like Barack Obama's Christmas bonus."
"None of it comes out of my pocket, I assure you. I just told my boss that there was no way my Employee of the Year wouldn't get a great, big bonus for Christmas."
"We never do the Employee of the Month thing," I reminded her with a raised eyebrow. I just wanted to make sure this wasn't a handout or anything.
"Well, I'm starting with you. You know you deserve this, Bella. Besides, you can return the favor after you buy a laptop and write your first novel on it. You know, come to the store for exclusive book signings," she said.
Well, this was definitely enough for me to buy a laptop, and a really good one, too.
"I have no idea what to say," I said, looking again at the check, to make sure I wasn't hallucinating the amount.
"Ah, you don't have to say anything," she said. "I know I'm amazing."
I grinned, and returned the hug from before, even tighter than Emmett's.
"Thank you so much, honey," I said, pulling away.
"You're welcome. I never thought I would get so attached to my employees, but I have to say… these past few months made me more of an unprofessional softy than I ever thought I'd be," she said, and I caught her quickly wiping the corner of her eye.
"Rosalie Hale, is that… a tear?" I gasped in fake shock.
"Shut up," she urged me quietly, looking around to see if anyone heard me. "If you ever say a word about this, I swear to god I will renounce you as my friend."
The short version of mine and Rosalie's relationship? Her kicking Tanya out of the store was only the beginning. And, apparently, I can do girl bonding time very well – and not just with Alice – just as Alice herself claimed. The three of us became inseparable over these last couple of months.
I heard the key turn in the lock, and Rosalie and I both turned towards it.
He came in, wearing a weird expression on his face, and closed the door behind him, looking at me hesitantly. Rose took that as a sign for her to mingle with other people, and left us alone.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey," I approached him. "Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine," he smiled, but still looked a little strange.
"You're late," I remarked, but smiled back and wrapped my arms around him.
"I told you I would be," he said, planting a small kiss on my lips, since my dad couldn't see us. All my current guests were in my shoe-box of a kitchen right now, for some reason.
"But you're late-r than you said."
"Well, I had to go pick up your Christmas present," he grinned. "You said I was allowed an inexpensive one, right?"
I nodded, at that moment curious as hell.
"Then you'll be happy to know that this one didn't cost me a penny," he said, looking quite pleased with himself.
"Then come on, where is it?" I urged him curiously, tapping both his shoulders with my hands while standing on my tip toes.
"It's behind the door, but… just, prepare yourself, okay?" he said, letting go of his grip on me now.
"Kind of freaking me out, but sure," I watched as he opened the door slowly, and told someone to come in.
And as soon as she did, my jaw dropped.
"Oh my god," I choked out, but immediately narrowed the distance and crashed into her with a hug. "Mom," I barely choked out.
"Baby," she said, pressing my tightly to her.
I broke away, looking at her in obvious awe. She smiled brightly to me, and cupped my face in her hands, looking at it closely.
"You've changed so much," she said. I saw some sadness in her eyes, but she was still smiling happily. I couldn't help but think how she had changed a lot as well – even the way she used to wear her hair.
"I can't believe you came all this way," I said, still unable to believe it.
After Edward and I returned from L.A in the summer, I read my mother's letter, and then decided to send one back and end the silence. She sent a letter back to me, and so we wrote to each other for about two months before I finally decided to call her. It was probably one of the best choices I'd made in my entire life. I realized how utterly insane it was for someone not to speak to their own mother, especially when it was a mother as good as Renee.
"Of course I came!" she enthused. "Although, I have to say it was your boyfriend's idea," she said, turning me towards him.
He looked embarrassed, his hand tugging at the back of his hair like crazy.
I should've known it was Edward's idea. He had done everything in his power to bring my mother and I back together, and for that I would owe him forever.
"Bells, Alice said you should-" Charlie halted to a stop on his way to find me, once he realized my mother was there. "Oh. Umm, hello, Renee," he mumbled under his mustache awkwardly.
Yup, parents still embarrassed around each other. I'd been wondering if that was still the case.
"Hi, Charlie. How've you been?" she asked, seemingly more calm than him.
"Good, good. Bella, Alice said you should probably check on the chicken in the oven," he said.
"Oh, god!" I said. I had forgotten all about the chicken, and the potatoes I stuck in the oven as well.
"I'll join you," she said, smiling.
The idea of my mother joining me in the kitchen, to help me tend to my chicken on Christmas, felt so much like this was how it was supposed to be.
Bella and Renee went to the kitchen, leaving Charlie and I alone. Needless to say, my balls were fucking trembling. Bella's dad was less than acceptant towards our relationship, probably still afraid I would leave her and break her heart. Of course, that would never happen, but he didn't know that.
"So," he said. "This was your idea?"
I nodded. "I just knew they'd be happy to see each other again," I said, trying to avoid his eyes at all cost.
He looked me over for a long moment, making me wonder why the hell was nobody coming out of that kitchen and into the living room.
"Good job, kid," he finally said, tapping my shoulder (not very tenderly, but still) before he went to sit on the couch.
I stood there, shocked. Did Charlie just say what I think he said?
Thankfully, just then, Bella decided to kick everyone out of the kitchen so she could actually serve food. Jasper and Emmett, the two traitors, finally left their women and came to join me in the living room, while Rosalie and Alice sat next to Charlie and kept him company. Alice even brought him a beer, which made me think that maybe I should've taken lessons in kissing Charlie's ass from her.
Dinner was served in Bella's nicest plates, with everyone sitting on the couches in the living room (and some on the carpet, like me), and only the living room coffee table. There wasn't enough room. But it felt more like Christmas than any Christmas I'd ever had. We were surrounded by almost everyone we cared about, and most importantly – we were together, a couple.
I could see our future; us doing just this every year, until one of those years we would be joined by a toddler, maybe two. Maybe in a slightly bigger apartment. It made me think back to the conversation we had in my car when we went to Forks – the one where we sort of told each other that we wanted to have each other's kids.
I'd thought about proposing, even tonight.
But I knew what Bella's opinion about marrying too young was, so I decided to give it another year. I had absolutely no doubt that we would still be together by then. Marriage or not, we belonged together.
I watched her eat, flipping her head back so it would stay out of her food – and the hair persisting. She was laughing, talking to her parents and Alice, and shooting me looks every now and then. I always smiled to her, and she always blushed and bit her lip nervously. She was my girl, and I couldn't wait to get her alone.
Dinner was… perfection. Not my chicken, potatoes, salad, or meat-pie. Well, that too. But the company. It was just as it should be. I finally felt like all the pieces of my life were coming together. I had my parents, my friends, and my man.
My man, who kept sneaking looks at me. His eyes were filled with such unexplainable admiration, they made me feel like I was the only one in the room with him.
After dinner, both Jacob and Julian stopped by for dessert, just like they said they would. Yes, Jacob and Julian. They actually hung out with us sometimes – Julian more so than Jake, but still. I don't know how exactly that worked, but they seemed to actually fit into the group naturally. Of course – Edward would cling to me a little tighter in their presence, but that usually led to jealousy sex later, so I can't say I minded. Jealousy sex was amazing.
As Edward stood by the door, saying goodbye to everyone, my dad wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I smiled at him.
"You know," he started hesitantly. "Maybe the trial period should end."
I looked at him, surprised at his readiness to finally accept Edward, and then wrapped my arms around his sides with a hug. "I think that would be good."
"Maybe he's… not so bad," he mumbled, like he was reluctant to admit his own words.
"He's the best," I told him honestly.
"You take care of yourself," he said, kissing the top of my head. "Both of you."
Definitely everything coming together.
After everyone was gone, both Charlie and Renee stubbornly insisting on staying at a hotel – in separate rooms, of course – Edward and I both plopped down on the couch, sighing.
"My feet are killing me," I said, since I spent the whole day either cooking or entertaining people.
"I think I ate too much," he said in return, grabbing and rubbing his stomach.
"You did eat too much," I laughed. I watched him chew down my food so gluttonously tonight, it made me feel like a damn good housewife.
Edward's housewife, I thought. Wife. It wasn't the first time I'd been having these thoughts, but for now, I was happy just to have him as my own. As long as he was mine, I didn't care about the title.
"But I wouldn't expect any less from my big manly man," I said, faking a southern accent.
"It was thanks to all that food that m'woman made," he said, attempting to do a southern accent as well, but making me laugh instead.
"You suck at doing accents," I said, grinning.
"Well, so do you. I was just nice enough not to tell you," he said, effectively wiping the smile off my face.
"If you keep being this 'nice', I might just have to sit on your tummy and make you puke," I said.
"Please don't do that," he groaned, grabbing his belly. "Though," he turned his face to look directly at mine with a devilish gaze. "I wouldn't mind you sitting elsewhere on my body."
I smirked. "Yeah, I saw the looks you gave me over dinner," I said.
He scoffed. "You mean, the looks you gave me."
"You are such a liar," I sneered. "You totally want me. You're the horny one."
"Yet, you were the one who lost our bet," he said, raising his eyebrow.
My mouth formed an 'O' shape. "You did not just say that." I might've broke first, but he was the one who said the bet was off and kept assaulting my lips.
"Oh, I believe I did."
"You said, and I quote, 'this is not about the bet anymore. I need you'," I said, imitating his manly voice.
"I was just trying to make you feel better about not being able to resist my charms any longer," he said with a shit eating grin.
I narrowed my eyes at him for a long moment, before I said, "You said you loved me first."
"You fell in love with me first."
"Guess who's kicking you out of the apartment first?"
He laughed. "I'm just kidding, Bells," he said. "Who cares who did what first? I will never stop loving you."
My heart thudded to the sound of his suddenly serious words, words that he would never say so freely in the past. We'd really come a long way.
"N-Never?" Is all I could say. I must sound an idiot.
"I think you should know by now that you're the love of my life," he said, looking at me earnestly. "I would do anything for you."
"You already do so much," I said, biting my lip. "I can't believe you brought my mother to Seattle. Or actually, I can believe it. You've proved to me how amazing you are so many times before."
"Bells," he said, cupping my face in one of his hands. "All I ever do is so that I could see you smile."
I forced myself not to smile, so I could take his face in my hands and kiss him firmly on the lips, like he deserved.
"And on that note," he suddenly got up, and picked me up from the couch bridal style, with a loud heroic groan that made me laugh.
"What are you doing?" I clung to him.
"You'll see," he said, as he carried me to our room.
Once we were there, he laid me gently on the bed and came to lie beside me, smiling.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing. You're incredible," he simply said, turning on his side to look at me. I did the same.
I'm pretty sure I blushed at that moment. "So are you."
"No, you really are incredible. You're the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you," he said solemnly.
I stared and him and internally gasped, wondering if he was asking what I thought he was asking. And asked myself what I would say if he was.
I would say 'yes'. Could I really say anything else but 'yes'?
"I'm not saying we should get married or anything," he clarified, as if calming me down. What surprised me most was the slight feeling of disappointment I had, that he wasn't actually proposing. "I'm not asking you to marry me, at least not right away. I'm just asking you to be with me, forever. And I realize that sounded totally backwards, but-"
"I would never even consider of spending less than forever with you," I whispered to him slowly. Our faces, along with our bodies, neared each other until we were inches away, staring at each other intensely.
"Look up," he suddenly said.
"What?" I asked, and looked above us, at the ceiling.
I smiled widely as my eye caught the sight of the small green object hanging above us. "A mistletoe?" I asked. I thought it was the most wonderful gesture ever. He must've snuck back to the room sometime while everyone was here, to hang it above the bed. Wonderful, and kinda naughty.
He nodded. "So we're… probably supposed to…" he said, repeating his exact words from back then, when we shared our very first kiss under a mistletoe.
"Just shut up and kiss me," I said, grinning happily.
"Yes, ma'am," he tried the southern accent again, making me laugh before laying his smiling lips on top of mine with a soft kiss.
We kissed each other all that night, with every intention of kissing each other for the rest of our lives.
A/N: *sniff sniff* and so it ends. Not that the ending was sad, but I'm the one who's sad. This story was my baby. But alas, it is time to move on to bigger and better things. And speaking of that, I have a new fanfic.
It's called See You On the Other Side. It's my first vampire fanfic, and I spent many, many hours thinking up all the details – so I'd like to think it's going to be good. Actually, I swore to myself that I'm taking a break from fanfics (besides one-shots) but after thinking up this story, I just HAD to write it. I hope you guys will decide to read it and follow me to my next "baby".
Either way - *imitates Edward dramatically* you will always be with me, no matter what.
Check out my new fanfic at: .net/s/6328549/1/See_You_On_the_Other_Side
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