Why'd you come in here lookin' like that
In your high heeled boots and your painted-on jeans
All decked out like a cowgirl's dream
Why'd you come in here lookin' like that

~Why'd Ya Come in Here Lookin' Like That?-Dolly Parton

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Chapter 11-Why'd Ya Come in Here Lookin' Like That?


I laid there staring at her for what had to have been the hundredth fucking time since she passed out on me. I watched her chest rise and fall with her steady breathing. Her chocolate brown hair fanned out across her pillow. A few stray locks had fallen onto her face. I tucked them behind her ear and kissed her forehead, lingering long enough to smell her. Strawberries. I hadn't slept for shit all night on account of waking up just to make fucking sure she was still there, and I hadn't dreamt her. Yesterday felt like fucking years ago. I couldn't believe that it had only been a few hours since my whole goddamn world changed. If I had any doubt in my mind before of Bella's feelings for me, when she told me she loved me in her sleep, they all went away. Who'd have fucking thought that she talked in her sleep? There was still so much about this woman laying next to me that I didn't know but none of that could change how I felt about her.

As if Bella wasn't fucking beautiful enough, the sun filtered in through the blinds bathing her in the morning light. I tried, I really fucking did, but her lips were just too irresistible. I kissed her softly at first trying to gently coax her awake. Being inside her would be one hell of a way to start my morning. When she didn't respond, I nibbled her bottom lip and tried to gain access to her mouth with my tongue. She pressed her lips into a scowl, grabbed the covers and abruptly rolled away from me, mumbling something about fairies taking her pudding. Cock-blocked by my own fucking sleep-talking beauty. I lay back down on the bed laughing at her. I put my fist to my mouth to silence my amusement but winced when it touched my lips. Goddamn, how hard did I hit James? I inspected my hand. My knuckles were fucking purple and had a few cuts on them. Nothing too serious, but it stung like a son of a bitch. I wondered what he looked like this morning. Asshole better thank his lucky stars he didn't hit me, or I would have really fucked him up.

I rolled out of bed and slid some jeans on. I needed a smoke. I still felt like I had been hit by a train after being thrown by that goddamn bull. I'd heal, though. I walked out on the deck, barefoot and shirtless. It still amazed the hell out of me that it could be so fucking cold in the middle of June. It was probably eighty degrees back home. Better than this sixty-two degrees bullshit they had here. I needed warmth, like my Bella. She was my warmth.

I leaned against the railing as I puffed on my cigarette, letting the sun warm my back. Dinner tonight with Alice and friends. Fucking joy. I dreaded it. She apologized and I'm thankful that we cleared the air with each other, but it doesn't change the fact she's an annoying little…ah, fuck it. She's annoying. I'll leave it at that.

I heard my cell chime from inside. I still had half a fucking cigarette, and I didn't want to put it out. I walked inside and grabbed my phone, thinking it wouldn't put off too much smoke if I brought it with me.

"Goddamn it," I muttered when I realized the smoke trail I had left. I waved at the air like I was fucking playing Wii tennis, trying to get it out of the room. I really needed to stop fucking smoking, but in the words of Jason Aldean, "I ain't ready to quit."

It was from Emmett.

You up?

I took a drag on my cigarette, thinking carefully on how I should respond. If I said yes, what the fuck would he be having me doing at eight in the morning?

Am now. I texted back.

Good. I want to show you something. Meet me by the jeep in 5.

I flicked my cigarette over the balcony and slipped on a long sleeve shirt and my tennis shoes. Thank god I remembered to bring them. Boots are great and all, but they are heavy as fuck after a while. I kissed Bella on the cheek and quietly snuck out of the room. It's probably a good thing I left. I wanted her to sleep after our late night, and I'd be too damn tempted to try and wake her up again if I was still there.

I met Jasper in the lobby, who apparently had been summoned by my brother too.

"What the fuck is so goddamned important that you drug my ass out of bed so early?" I asked, not noticing the two elderly women getting out of their Buick. "Oh, uh…sorry ladies," I smiled.

They turned their noses up and snubbed me. I couldn't fucking blame them.

"Smooth Edward," Jazz rolled his eyes. "What's going on Emmett?"

He nodded for us to come over. When we did, he reached into his pocket a pulled out a black velvet ring box. He flipped it open exposing three small diamonds perched on a silver band.

"What the fuck is that?" I asked, knowing damn good and well what it was. Emmett was smiling ear to ear like a fat kid in a candy shop.

"Wow," Jasper laughed. "Way to put the pressure on some of us."

"Edward, I know were going out for your birthday and all, but I was gonna see if it was alright with you if I asked her tonight." I stared at the ring in his hand, speechless.

A thousand thoughts were running through my head. Would I ever be in this situation with Bella? Could I ever be? Would she even want something like this? I pictured the look on her face as I gave her a hypothetical ring. It would definitely make my parents fucking happy.

"It's just we're never all together, and this way, Bella could be a part of it too." He shrugged looking anxious.

At the mention of Bella's name, I remembered where I was and shook my head to rid myself of very premature thoughts. "Yeah, Em, that's fine. Congratulations, bro. Are you sure you want to marry Rosalie though?" I laughed.

He rolled his eyes.

"I'm just kidding. She may be annoying but she has her moments."

"You want me or Edward to hang on to it for ya so she don't find it?" Jasper asked.

"Naw, but thanks, guys. I'm putting it in my boot. She won't go near 'em," he winked.


I wasn't sure about the dress. It showed too much leg and too much chest, and I was half afraid Edward would throw a shit fit over it, but Alice insisted he would love it. Her sudden 360 mood swing towards Edward had left me feeling a little whiplashed. It surprised me that she had him in mind when she helped me pick out the dress.

I slipped it on. Sleeveless lilac and pale red floral print, Bohemian with a southwestern flare. I have to admit, it was pretty. I was just extremely thankful she didn't try to make me wear something like that slutty cowgirl Halloween costume she called a dress.

I quickly did a pit check, reapplying deodorant because I still didn't know where Alice was taking us and I wasn't sure if physical activity would be involved…like dancing. God, I hoped there wouldn't be dancing. I put a little mascara and lipstick on, figuring that even the dead wear makeup and it might be nice if I at least made a small effort. I tugged at my dress. Trying to keep both my boobs and hoo-hah covered up was going to be no easy feat. Slipping the boots on that Alice let me borrow, I took one final look at myself in the mirror and shrugged. It wasn't getting any better than that.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I quickly spotted Edward on the balcony, smoking a cigarette and talking to Jasper and Alice. I stopped at the dresser to put on a bracelet and earrings Alice had lent me. I couldn't help but be amused as I watched their reflection in the mirror. Alice was dramatically coughing at Edward's smoke, and I know it was annoying the hell out of him. He pursed his lips together at her theatrics but flicked the offending object over the railing anyways. It made me smile knowing he did that for her, even if he didn't want to. It wasn't like him.

I walked over to join them, finally, getting to fully appreciate the sight before me that was Edward. I never really considered myself being attracted to any one certain type of man before, but I'm pretty sure I fully understand what Alice had been talking about all these years. Once you go cowboy, you don't go back. Hell, once you go Edward 'fuck hot' cowboy, you don't go back. He was dressed simply in a long sleeved blue and red western plaid shirt, blue jeans adorned with silver belt buckle, of course, and his boots. But when it came to Edward though, he could stop traffic in a gunny sack.

He spotted me and smiled his crooked smile, making my heart flutter up out of my chest. As I got closer, though, his smile that I loved so much disappeared as he looked me up and down, his mouth hanging slightly open. I glanced sideways at Alice and so did he. If looks could kill, Edward would have just caused her to explode all over the sliding glass door of the balcony and drip down on the cars below.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" he hissed, taking a step towards me. I inwardly groaned. I knew this dress was a bad idea.

"You don't like it?" I bit the inside of my cheek and looked down at the floor.

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Bella," he said gently, tilting my chin up "it's not that I don't like it, because I really fucking do, but every goddamn guy in the place is going to be looking at you. Can't you wear something else?" he pleaded.

"Edward that is insane," Alice said, coming to my rescue. "She picked that out for you, and you're really going to ask her to wear something else?"

He looked at me for a moment before he growled in frustration. "No, I guess I'm not. But I swear to God, the first mother fucker I see look-"

I pressed my fingers to his lips silencing him. "You can kick their ass from here to the next county baby. Or," I smiled and batted my lashes for a dramatic flirty effect, "You can show them that I'm all yours."

His tight jaw went slack as he mulled over the idea.

Alice groaned. "Time to go before they start fucking right here in front of us," she said, pulling Jasper by the sleeve towards the door.


We arrived at the restaurant and all piled out of Jaspers truck. Everyone started making their way towards the door.

"Edward?" Bella called, grabbing my hand and pulling me back towards her. I looked at the others, who shrugged and walked inside.

"Baby, even though it turns me completely on seeing you all hot and bothered over me, do you think you can refrain from killing anyone tonight?" she said, smiling while she played with my collar.

"Ye of little faith?" I laughed.

"Maybe just a little," she pecked me on the lips.

"Scouts honor, babe, I will not kill a single fucking person. I promise."

I wrapped my arm around her bare shoulders and guided her towards the door. Fucking Alice, 'helping' her pick that dress out. Didn't she know it was cold as fuck in Wyoming? I wished I had brought a jacket or something to cover her up with. Bella just had no idea how goddamn sexy she looked tonight, either, and not just to me but every other asshole too. Judging by the way the host was already eye fucking the shit out of her, it was going to be really goddamn hard for me to keep my promise.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" I growled at him. His eyes immediately shot up from Bella's legs to me. I slid my hand down her side and let it rest on her ass. That's right mother fucker, she's mine.

"No-nothing sir, I'll show you to your table," he stammered, dropping one of his menus to the floor and stumbling around to pick it up.

Bella pursed her lips at me in annoyance. Apparently, my smug fucking expression wasn't hid as well as I thought it was.

"What?" I asked innocently, as he led us to the table where everyone else was already seated. "I didn't fucking kill him!" I flashed her my crooked smile that I knew she loved. She hesitated a moment until the corner of her mouth turned up. I was off the hook.

I grabbed my chair and pulled it out. "Ehem," Rosalie loudly cleared her throat. I looked up to see why the fuck she would do something so annoying, but it was Rosalie, and she was annoying. She was giving me one mean bitch brow when I did. Quickly she motioned towards the chair Bella was about to take.

"Oh shit, sorry, Bella," I ran my hands through my hair. "Let me get that for you." I pulled her chair out, allowing her entry to the table.

"Why, thank you, Edward," she giggled. Fuck…that giggle. The sound of it was right there with summer rain on a tin roof, crickets singing in the evening and the cheer of a crowd at the rodeo. It would always be imbedded in my memory as one of my favorite fucking sounds. The only sound that could top her laugh was her voice, when she's talking, when she's saying (or screaming) my name, when she's moaning as I make her cum, when she tells me she loves me. Best goddamn sound, hands down.

"Everything alright?" Jasper asked, after I scooted her in and took my seat next to her.

"Yup," she smiled, squeezing my hand under the table. "Never better."

Emmett motioned for the waiter to come over. "Hello, my name is Eric and I'll be your waiter this evening," he said, looking around the table before his eyes fell on and refused to leave Bella. "Can I start you all off with drinks?"

"Yeah, man, bring us out a couple pitchers of Bud," Emmett boomed. Even when Em was talking normal, he still echoed. "Rosie baby, what do you girls want?"

Rosalie and Alice gave their drink orders, but the waiter chanced a look at Bella every few seconds. She wasn't paying any attention to him, though. She was too busy adjusting the neck line of her dress, which incidentally gave me a better fucking view of her legs. Apparently, it was distracting the fuck out of the waiter, though, and grating on my goddamn nerves in turn.

"For you miss?" he smiled at Bella.

"Beer's fine," she said, not even bothering to look up from her menu. I loved this woman. I loved that she was completely fucking beautiful and didn't know it. I loved that she was oblivious to the fact that other men want her, and that I'm the only man she pays attention to. I don't know why the fuck she does it though. It's not like I'm a charming ass motherfucker or anything. It's no secret I'm a little rough and even fucking ruder. Though, with Rose's help, I did pull out her chair…

"What kind of beer would you like? We have several." He looked from her face to her tits several times. My blood was really starting to boil. I could feel the vein in my head starting to throb from his lack of goddamn respect for Bella.

"I'll just drink from the pitcher," she shrugged.

"Are you sure? I could bring you a bottle if you'd like?"

My fist came down on the table hard, shaking silverware and menus. "She doesn't want a fucking bottle," I ground out. My patience was wearing rapidly thin.

A steel toed boot collided with my shin under the table. "Fuck, Emmett," I complained, rubbing my damaged skin. The waiter took that as his queue to scurry the fuck off. When I looked in his direction he was several tables away.

"Cool it bro," he warned. He was right, this was his night and I didn't want to fuck it up.

Bella looked at me, confused and concerned. She began rubbing soothing circles on the back of my neck. I leaned into her. Her smallest touches made every fucking problem I had just melt away.

"He was looking at your tits," I whispered into her ear. "They're mine."


I closed my eyes as his warm breath fanned over my ear. He kissed my neck delicately and caused my stomach to flip. The slightest touches from Edward could send my body on sensory overload. It was ridiculous really how this man had such a physical hold on me. I wasn't sure what I would do when Alice and I had to return to the real world in a day or so. I'm positive my fingers were going to develop some pretty impressive calluses though.

I continued rubbing his neck, trying to help him relax and ease his tension. I both hated and loved that he felt like he needed to protect me all the time. From Edward's point of view, it showed how much he cared. Of course, I wasn't stupid. I knew he was being territorial, too. From my point of view, I was afraid he would get hurt, or go to jail, or stroke out by the time he was twenty-five. If the waiter looked at my boobs again, I'd handle it before Edward had a chance to.

We chatted casually about where the next few shows would be. Apparently, they were all going to be on the road for three weeks straight, stopping at several shows along the way. I was going to die being away from him that long.

Edward was quiet and seemed to be contemplating something as everyone else spoke.

"What's wrong?" I mouthed, squeezing his leg.

His looked at me, opening and shutting his mouth a few times before he made up his mind to finally speak. "What if we, uh…skip the 4th of July show and go home instead?"

Emmett laughed. "Some of us may be needing the money from that show, Hoss," he said, shaking his boot at Edward, which I completely didn't understand at all. What did shaking your boot have to do with money? I chalked it up to being a cowboy thing, but Alice and Rose quirked their eyebrows, too. Apparently, I wasn't the only one confused.

"Actually Em, that might not be such a bad idea," Rosalie said, offering Edward a small smile and then looking to Emmett expectantly. "I'd like to see your parents."

"So, let me get this straight, Ed. You're telling me you'd rather go home than take a chance at getting your ass thrown off a bull again?" Edward shrugged. "You must be sick. Jazz, check the man for a fever."

Jasper smirked but didn't try to feel Edward's forehead. "You're bringing Bella, right?" He eyed him.

For the first time since I've known Edward, he looked unsure of himself. "If she wants to come, I guess. Fuck, don't make such a big deal out of it Emmett."

I smiled. Edward wanted me to come to his home in Illinois and meet his parents. I was both ecstatic and terrified at the same time. He nervously threw a hand through his hair and glanced at me. I realized several seconds had passed and I still hadn't answered him, which was apparently making him nervous. I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed him loud on the lips. "I'd love to come," I smiled. I can't be for sure, but I think he may have blushed a little.

Eric returned with our drinks. His eyes were downcast mostly, accept to peek at whoever he was sitting a drink in front of. He avoided Edward as much as possible by sitting the pitchers down in front of Emmett. "I can take your orders now if you're ready," he said nervously.

Emmett gave his order.

I licked my lips as rough fingers danced up my all too bare thigh and teased the edge of my dress. I looked at Edward, whose lips had turned up into a mischievous smile.

Rosalie gave her order.

His fingers explored my upper thigh. I grabbed hold of his leg to brace myself for his reaction when he discovered I wasn't wearing any panties.

Alice gave her order.

His fingers stilled when he came in contact with bare skin where he should have felt cotton or lace. I looked at him, a devilish smile creeping across my face. He leaned over and bit my shoulder. It was everything I could do not to whore-moan in the very public restaurant with our closest friends sitting around us.

Jasper gave his order.

His cock was trying it's damndest to poke a hole through his jeans, which left me feeling a little torn. I loved the way his ass looked in those jeans, but then again they were just jeans, if his cock did in fact split them down the leg they could be replaced. I rubbed him with the palm of my hand and watched as his knuckles turned white on top of the table. I was embarrassingly wet and regretted not wearing underwear. Not my finest decision.

"Bella, honey?" A smooth southern drawl brought my attention away from Edward's throbbing dick in my palm.

"Hmm? Yes?" I asked, trying to look innocent.

"What do you want to eat?" Jasper asked, pointing at a very embarrassed Eric.

My face immediately turned fifty shades of red. "Um…" I chewed on the inside of my cheek. "This right here," I said pointing to the first thing on the menu. "I'll be right back," I smiled and made a bee line for bathroom door.

Once inside, I took a deep breath and splashed a little water on my face and neck trying to cool off. I leaned against the sink, checking myself in the mirror. Dilated pupils, flushed cheeks and a pulse between my legs that was driving me bat shit crazy. I could still see the faint red mark on my shoulder from his teeth. His little testosterone filled pissing contest with half the men in the restaurant was insane, but damn if it didn't turn me on.

The door opened and I expected to see Alice or Rosalie in the mirror, ready to hand me my ass for the PDA overload that they had just had to witness. It wasn't them, though.

"Edward, what are you doing? This is the women's bathroom. Get out of here!" I yelled. The smoldering look he was giving me told me to shut the fuck up and not question him.

One of the stall doors opened and a middle aged woman walked out. She looked at the sink and then between Edward and me, confusion plain on her face, desperate to wash her hands.

"Out," he commanded nodding his head in the direction of the door. Her eyes widened and she scurried to the exit. He followed behind her, flipping the lock in place after she left.

Slowly he turned around to face me. His eyes were dark, and his gaze scorched my skin wherever he looked: my arms, my legs, my tits, finally resting on my kitty, and fuck me if it wasn't meowing. I swallowed down the saliva that had gathered in my mouth trying my damndest not to start drooling.

"What are you trying to fucking do to me?" he asked, pulling at his hair. He took a step towards me. The sound of his boots clicking on the tile echoed in the empty bathroom. His gaze never wavered from mine.

I couldn't speak. I was such a man. All the blood had gone from my brain straight to my crotch, completely enabling me from putting together a coherent sentence. "I-ge-Edward." I stuttered.

He closed the distance between us, stalking towards me like a hunter would its prey. "Do you even know what you fucking do to me?" he asked, pushing himself up against me, his obvious erection pressing into my hip. I closed my mouth and bit my lip, stifling a moan as he ran his nose along my jaw line. His stubble left me with chills.

I hummed, finally gaining control of my voice box. "Is that your belt-buckle cowboy, or are you just happy to see me?" I all but moaned, hooking a finger into his pants, like I hadn't already been palming the shit out of him at the table. I just really wanted to say it.

"I think you already know the answer to that. Don't you?" he dared, raising an eyebrow.

I closed my eyes and hummed in response. He grabbed me around my waist and sat me on the edge of the sink. I yelped when the cold wet porcelain touched my bare ass. At that moment, it didn't matter to me if my ass was cold or my dress got wet, I was soaked anyway.

Someone was bound to beat on the door any minute. We didn't have long. Thankfully, I wouldn't need long. Like a man on one horny mission, he made quick work of his belt and pants. I couldn't help but lick my lips in anticipation when I watched his erection spring free. Halleluiah, the jeans were saved!

I gripped the edge of the sink, anxiously waiting. Edward grabbed both my hips, pulling me closer to him. "You have to be really fucking quiet, Bella," he warned.

I nodded and gripped the sink harder. I could keep quiet. I could do anything he asked me to do. With that, he lifted my hips up and slammed inside me. "Oh fuck," I screamed, my cry of pleasure reverberating off the walls.

He growled and smashed his lips to mine, stifling my cries with his kisses. Over and over, he pounded into me. Our mouths pressed together, tongues intertwined, desperate to dominate each other. Each time he pulled out and slammed back into me, was like fire and ice, Heaven and Hell.

My grip on the sink slipped causing me to fall into the basin. "Goddamn it," I swore. He pulled me off the sink and turned me around so that I was staring at him in the mirror. I braced myself both hands on either side of the mirror as he took me from behind, one hand on my shoulder, the other rolling and pulling at my nipples. "Oh God…holy shit Edward," I moaned.

He abandoned my nipples leaving them jealous and started rubbing circles on my clit. My knees involuntarily gave out, but Edward held onto me, never breaking his pounding rhythm, skin slapping against skin, a steady circular pattern being drawn on my sensitive flesh. "Cum for me baby," he pleaded.

"Tell me how I feel," I pleaded, my release building, slowly burning me.

"Your pussy is so wet. You're so tight, baby," he ground out. "God, Bella, just fucking cum for me," he practically shouted with frustration.

I cried out as the fire consumed me. Pleasure coursed through my veins. Every muscle in my body tightened from Edward's words and his touch. I could feel myself constrict around his cock, squeezing him into submission, my body demanding him to cum with me. I watched him in the mirror as he gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. The man had a beautiful cum face. That's all there was to it. He rocked into me a few more times, before stilling and kissing me on the back. We stared at each other in the mirror, just admiring one another in the afterglow. I loved this man so fucking much, hot bathroom sex or no hot bathroom sex.

We froze at the sound of a fist rapping at the bathroom door. Quickly Edward pulled out of me leaving me cold and empty. I pouted. He threw the condom in the trash and buckled his pants while I shot into a stall to do a little cleanup and put my boobs back in my dress. Once again, no underwear was a horrible idea but it could have been much worse. He unlatched the lock and the bathroom door immediately swung open. It was Alice.

"Edward? What are you doing in here? Where's Bel-," She paused, and I heard her sniff. "Oh Jesus Christ, it smells like sex in here. You two get your shit together and get back out there. Emmett says he has something to tell everyone."


I had completely fucking forgot about Emmett. I had once again successfully been an asshole. We couldn't have been gone more than ten minutes, though. Hopefully, I'd still be eligible for the best fucking brother of the year award. Yeah right.

"Bella, baby, are you about done? We need to get back out there, I forgot Emmett's, uh…gonna do something."

She stepped out the stall looking thoroughly fucked despite her best efforts to straighten herself out. She stopped in front of the mirror and tried to smooth her hair.

The bathroom door swung open. An annoyed manager and the woman I had kicked out earlier entered. Fucking great. "That's him," she said, jabbing a finger in my direction.

"Sir, you can't be in here. This is the ladies room" The manager said, trying his best to add some sort of authoritative tone to his voice.

"What? Are you fucking kidding me? I thought this was the men's bathroom," I lied, turning around and looking at my surroundings. I thought I was pretty fucking convincing.

"Sir," I said to Bella, "Tell them this is the men's bathroom," I winked.

Bella rolled her eyes at me in the bathroom mirror as she washed her hands.

"That's not true, he came in here with her," the woman said, pointing at Bella.

"No, he was just helping me find my contact." She walked over to us. "Oh! There it is," she said, bending down and picking up the invisible contact off the floor. "Geeze, problem averted! Thank you all so much for your help. Come on Edward." She smiled at the manger and grabbed my arm pulling me from the bathroom.

The walk back to the table was like slow motion. She laughed the whole way back to her seat, never letting go of my hand. She turned around to look at me every few seconds, and I couldn't help but laugh back at her. Her smile and laughter were too fucking contagious for me not to. She was so happy. And if my girl was happy, then I was happy. Not to be all goddamn cheesy but I had to be the luckiest man in the world. I thought about that stupid fuck Jacob. How could he possibly treat someone as fucking awesome as Bella so badly? I swear to God, if I ever meet the bastard, I'd break his fucking nose.

Our food was waiting for us when we got back. Either this was a fast restaurant or we were gone a long fucking time. Emmett was half done of course and judging by the empty shot glasses that surrounded his plate he was trying to calm his nerves. I don't blame him, though. If I were in that situation, I don't know what the fuck I would do, but I can guarantee you half a pack of Marlboros would be smoked beforehand…probably two at a time knowing me.

He looked up as I scooted Bella up to the table and gave me a 'What the fuck' look. I shrugged and took my seat. I should have been there for him. Emmett nervously scratched his neck and cleared his throat. Guess it was time.

"Rosie," he turned towards her, pushing his plate away.

"Hmmm," she answered, taking a bite of her salad.

"Quit eatin' babe and look at me," he laughed nervously. This was a sight. Emmett nervous.

She stopped chewing and quirked an eyebrow at him. "Okay," she swallowed. "What's up?"

Jasper looked at me and winked.

"Well, uh," he started, running a hand through his short curls. "Rosie, I thought of about a million different ways to ask you this. I even found all these romantic quotes and sayings I could have said to get my point across, but I figured that I didn't need to do that because I ain't never had a hard time getting my point across to you before. And do you know why?"

"Why?" she asked slowly.

"Because we're perfect for each other, and I don't need a bunch of fancy words to tell you that." She smiled. "I love you baby and you love me right?"

"Yes, I do," she nodded.

"Good. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you so I'm asking you," he reached down in his boot and pulled out the black velvet box, getting down on one knee. Alice grabbed Jasper's arm and squealed. Rose, who never showed too much of any emotion besides anger, just smiled. "Rosalie Lillian Hale, will you make me the happiest man in the world by being my wife?"

She held Emmett's face in her hands. "Emmett Dale Cullen, even though you just pulled that ring box out of your disgusting boot, I would love to be your wife. Even if you pulled it out of your ass crack, I would love to be your wife."

"Hell yeah, boys!" He yelled to everyone in the restaurant. "She said yes!" He slid the ring on her finger and they practically made out in the middle of the fucking restaurant.

The people at the surrounding tables clapped and congratulated Emmett and Rose. I watched as Bella and Alice admired the ring before coming to take their seats. Alice sighed and leaned into Jasper. "You're next," I mouthed to him. He just shrugged and nodded towards Bella, who was smiling, watching my brother and his…fiancé. An image of Bella beaming as I put a ring on her finger flashed across my mind, causing my stomach to do a nervous flip. Maybe someday.

"I love you, Bella." I kissed her forehead and wrapped my arm around her.

"I love you too, Edward," she sighed, snuggling into me.

I wondered if she was thinking the same thing I was. Someday, a long time from now, she could be Isabella Marie Cullen. Had a nice ring to it.


Time will in fact move forward next chapter! *gasp* IKR! Don't get too excited though were not moving forward THAT much. We'll see some bull riding next chapter and get to meet Carlisle and Esme! But of course the story writes it self so who knows where it will lead! I sure don't. I had plans for the 4th but Emmett and Rosalie wanted to get engaged so whatever...Plans change.

Welp I'm off to see Jason Aldean. Hopefully come Saturday night I'll be wasted singing Big Green Tractor. Yeehaw!

Shootin' for 3 weeks again! Cross your fingers and toes. And, as ever, let me know what ya think.