Okay, I THINK this is my last chapter of this story… I mean, they're together and in love, so reading a story where everything's wonderful and cheery gets kind of boring, right? So, I'm thinking I'm gonna do they happily ever after here… but there's a possibility it won't be the end… Sequel anyone??? I'm not sure though! Maybe I'll write something different, but one thing's for sure… It'll most definitely be a Twilight Fanfic! So please look soon and see if I've written another story. I'm gonna give the next one my all, so I HOPE it'll be pretty dang amazing (: This chapter is really, really short but that's because I'm sorta bored with this story. I'm ready to move on! Anyway, Enjoy!

Bella's Point of View

The rest of the night dragged on. Charlie got home, and I made spaghetti. He spent most of the night on the couch and I spent most of the night in my room. I showered, taking my time, glad that I had one thing to do to pass the time that never ended. Thankfully, Charlie went to bed a tad early tonight so I was able to see my prince in shining armor that much sooner.

He appeared just inside my window around 9:30. I could feel the strange and new relief that only he gave me. He pulled me into a tight hug, crushing me into his chest. I breathed in his sweet scent. He released from his grip against his chest, but kept his hands wound through mine.

"How was your evening?" He asked, smiling the crooked smile that left me dumbfounded and confused. I rattled my head, trying to bring this evening's insignificant events back to mind. I settled for an answer that he thought was just an automatic response, but it was all too true.

"Nothing." I said honestly, "How was yours?"

"Long." He said and he bent down to press his lips lightly to mine.

"What did you do?" I asked, curiously.

He smiled and pressed his lips together. "Can't tell you yet." I pouted. Surprises were really a huge pain in the butt. Whoever invented them should be ashamed. He laughed, pleased that this frustrated me.

"Why not?" I pleaded.

"Because, you'll just have to wait. You'll find out soon enough."

"You're a hundred and seven years old. Soon to you and soon to me mean two totally different things." He laughed, louder than usual. I glared at him, trying my very hardest to seem the least bit scary. He just laughed louder.

"Please?" I said, giving up on the idea of being scary. His eyes softened the teeniest bit.

He sighed. "Why do you have to do this? It's not fair you know!"

"Do what?" I asked, confused.

"What you just did! Use those eyes of yours to get what you want! This was supposed to happen tomorrow but I'm powerless against the force of your eyes!" I smiled deviously. Excellent. I've found my power, stronger than any vampire gift. He rolled his eyes and reached into his pocket.

He pulled out a small, black box with a single red bow wrapped around it. He sat me down on my bed and then settled next to me. "Okay, here you go." He handed me the box but I couldn't get myself to take my eyes off of his face to take a look at what was inside the box. Eventually I did.

I unwrapped the ribbon from the box and so slowly that it seemed like slow motion, I opened up the box. Inside, nestled in black satin, was a butterscotch heart on a silver chain. I slowly lifted the necklace from the box and gazed at its beauty. I was completely speechless. More speechless than I'd ever been in my entire life, I looked into his eyes. The color of the heart and the color of his eyes matched perfectly.

Eventually, I could tell my silence made him nervous. He got up and started to pace. "Of course," he said, "If you don't like it, I can always get something different. Alice said you'd like topaz for some reason. Its just that well, this is like a promise. This necklace represents me, its yours. And I want you to know that I will love you forever and always. And I want you to be mine forever and ever,"

"I am," I said. He smiled but continued.

"And so this is a promise. A promise that one day in the near future, you become my wife. You marry me and be mine. Isabella, will you marry me?" Wow. Had he just proposed to me? Okay, so now I was the most speechless I'd ever been before. He paced faster as my silence dragged on even longer. "Of course, you're only seventeen and so you have a few years…" I jumped up and pressed my finger to his lips.

"Yes." I said simply. He scooped me up into his arms and twirled me around like they did in the movies.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that." He whispered in my ear.

"Oh, I think I do." I said and I kissed him on his lips.


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