A/N: Alright, so I've had this idea in my head for a long time now so I thought I would try it out and play with the idea a little bit. Hope you like it!

Summary: Page 460, Chapter 20 Compromise from The Twilight Saga: Eclipse: "There were many things I wanted to say, some of them not nice at all, and others more disgustingly gooey and romantic than he probably dreamed I was capable of. Rather than embarrass myself with either, I whispered, 'Yes'." What would Bella have said in the two scenarios while Edward proposed and how would he react?

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. No copyright infringement is intended. I would never purposefully steal an idea or plot from anyone else so please don't steal this from me!

Major Disclaimer! The italicized words at the beginning are from the actual book and are in no way mine.

Not Nice At All: Bella's POV

Starts off right as Edward puts the ring on Bella's finger.

I reached for the ring, but his long fingers beat me there. He took my left hand in his, and slid the ring into place on my third finger. He held my hand out, and we both examined the oval sparkling against my skin. It wasn't quite as awful as I'd feared, having it there.

"A perfect fit," he said indifferently. "That's nice—saves me a trip to the jeweler's."

I could hear some strong emotion burning under the casual tone of his voice, and I stared up at his face. It was there in his eyes, too, visible despite the careful nonchalance of his expression.

"You like that, don't you?" I asked suspiciously, fluttering my fingers and thinking that it was really too bad that I had not broken my left hand.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Sure," he said, still casual. "It looks very nice on you."

I stared into his eyes, trying to decipher the emotion that smoldered just under the surface. He gazed back, and the casual pretense suddenly slipped away. He was glowing—his angel's face brilliant with joy and victory. He was so glorious that it knocked me breathless.

Before I could catch that breath, he was kissing me, his lips exultant. I was lightheaded when he moved his mouth to whisper in my ear—but his breathing was just as ragged as mine.

"Yes, I like it. You have no idea."

I laughed, gasping a little. "I believe you."

"Do you mind if I do something?" he murmured, his arms tightening around me.

"Anything you want."

But he let me go and slid away.

"Anything but that," I complained.

He ignored me, taking my hand and pulling me off the bed, too. He stood in front of me, hands on my shoulders, face serious.

"Now, I want to do this right. Please, please, keep in mind that you've already agreed to this, and don't ruin it for me."

"Oh, no," I gasped as he slid down onto one knee.

"Be nice," He muttered.

I took a deep breath.

"Isabella Swan?" He looked up at me through his impossibly long lashes, his golden eyes soft but, somehow, still scorching. "I promise to love you forever—every single day of forever. Will you marry me?"

"Edward," I sighed, exasperatedly. "You already know what my answer is going to be. I don't understand why you have to do this."

"Bella, I just want to do this right," he said, still down on one knee in front of me.

"This is ridiculous, Edward." I tried pulling on his hand that he had clasped around mine. Understanding the notion, he rose to his feet. He dropped my hand and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Bella, I just don't understand why you have to be so difficult about this!" he practically hissed.

"I don't understand why you have to be so stubborn—"

"Oh I'm being stubborn?"


I was eerily reminded of that first day in biology all that time ago when he turned his eyes on me and glared icily. I've never been afraid of Edward—not really afraid—and I don't think I ever will be but I had to admit, it was intimidating.

"What is this about, anyway, Bella?" He asked, not giving me time to answer. "You want me to change you so badly, yet you don't want to marry me. I just don't understand you, Bella."

"Edward, you know I have an aversion to marriage—"

"Just as you know I have an aversion to changing you, yet you still push for it." He stared into my eyes searching for something. I'm not sure what he was searching for—an answer, maybe—and I'm not sure if he found it, whatever it was. But after a long moment, his icy glare thawed out some and he looked at me with a softer expression. "Is it because you don't want to marry me and be with me forever? Just tell me, if that's the case. I'll understand, or, at the very least, try to. But this not knowing is driving me insane."

"Or course I want to be with you forever, Edward. You know that." I murmured, taking his hand in mine and walking over to the leather couch. I sat down and Edward followed suit, sitting at an angle so his body was facing me. "It's so easy for you because you come from a time when marriage was meant for forever. And on top of that, you've lived with three great couples who have set terrific examples of what marriage should be like. But that's not always how marriage is anymore."

I placed my hands atop of his, trying to grab and hold his attention so I could make him understand. "Edward, try looking at if from my point of view. Renee and Charlie got married when they were our age and look at what happened to them. They were divorced before I even knew how to walk. Charlie was depressed and barely said two words to me when I visited in the Summers. Renee dated more men then I care to count. They spent so much time unhappy and it completely ruined their lives." Edward soft topaz eyes began to fill with understanding as he placed his hands on either side of my face.

I hadn't realized I had started crying until Edward was wiping the hot tears away from my cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. I leaned into his touch and let my eyes fall shut.

"I understand why you have an abhorrence towards marriage," Edward's velvety voice soothed me as his cool breath fanned over my face. "Really, I do. But you have to know that that wont happen to us. We won't make your parent's mistakes. You and I will stay together. There is not a doubt in my mind of that."

"Edward, no couple ever thinks they will get divorced, but they do. I would really love to believe that we would never have that happen but I'm scared that it will."

"You have no reason to be scared, Bella, love." Edward kissed my forehead and soothed away the worry lines with his lips. "You'll find out soon enough that divorce is a human thing," he explained, scoffing. His tactic's worked as I felt a small smile playing around the corners of my mouth. "Relationships amongst humans are fickle and subject to change on a moment's notice. Vampires mate for life."

"I'm not a vampire yet," I muttered.

"No," Edward agreed. "But you will be soon enough."

I smiled as he once again kissed my forehead and smoothed my hair back, tucking it behind my ears.

"Ask me again," I said quietly while his lips were still pressed against my forehead.

"What?" Edward asked, pulling back to look at me with confused eyes.

"Ask me again," I repeated, a slight smile on my lips.

Edward continued to look confused for a short moment until all of a sudden it clicked like a light bulb switching on over his head. His eyes danced with excitement and hope as he swiftly got down on one knee in front of me.

"Isabella Marie Swan, will you marry me?" He seemed a little unsure of himself, not certain if this was the question I wanted him to ask.

The hopefulness that swirled in his eyes made me smile. His face broke out in a smile that doubled mine in size as I fell to my knees in front of him and threw my arms around him, whispering a "Yes" in his ear.

Edward's arms wrapped around me tightly as he stood, holding me to his chest. Because of our obvious height difference, my feet didn't touch the ground. I didn't have time to notice this, though, as his lips met mine as he swung me around the room. He laid on his back on the big bed, me held securely to his chest. He broke the kiss, both of us breathing raggedly.

He took my left hand and kissed each of my fingertips before he kissed the ring that was now mine.

A/N: that last sentence that is italicized was also directly from the book and not my words. I hope you liked it and I'm sorry if you were hoping for a bigger fight. I definitely think Edward and Bella belong together so I would never writer a story about then breaking up so of course I couldn't let the fight get too big. They have to get married. I really wish they didn't have a kid but I'm glad they got married.

Next chapter in this story will be the Gooey and Romantic scenario of what she would have said. So stick around cause the next chapter should be up in the next day or so!

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