A/N: Okay so this is the Gooey and Romantic scenario of what Bella would have said. (Well, at least what I think she would have said.)
Summary: From Chapter 20, Compromise Page 460 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?
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Gooey and Romantic: Bella's POV
Once again, this 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?"
I knew there was no way around this and that Edward would eventually get his way anyway. I had not problem with being married to Edward, in fact I would be lying if I said I really had anything against it. I just didn't want us to jump without a safety net.
I let go of a deep breath and decided that it was time to let the walls come down. All of them. I braced myself and got ready to bare my soul to my one true love.
I pulled on his hands in an upward motion, getting him to stand back up.
"Bella—" Edward began to protest and looked at me disapprovingly.
"Shhh," I hushed him as I pushed lightly on his hips in an attempt to get him to sit on the edge of the bed. He looked confused but let me push him down anyway. I stood in front of him, his knees on either side of me. I rested my hands on his thighs just above his knee caps. I looked up at his topaz eyes and focused on the love I saw there as I began to explain.
"Your family is always telling me about how much I've changed you for the better, but really you're the one who changed me." I looked up into those amber eyes I fell in love with.
Many emotions swept across his face as he comprehended my words. First confusion, then wonderment, understanding and many more before settling on love. He realized what I was doing: opening up to him.
"As I once told you before, Renee said I have an 'old soul.' I acted very mature all throughout my childhood and it made me different. I didn't have a lot of friends, not really anyone I could confide in." As much as I hated to admit it, I was one of those loners who sat in the back of the class and barely talked to anyone. I did not want to tell Edward any of this but I knew that I had to trust him. And if trusting him meant spilling my guts, then so be it.
His eyes lit up with wonder as he finally fully understood what I was doing. I was giving he the one thing he has always wanted; a look into my mind.
"I thought that if I couldn't find my niche in a huge school like the one I attended in Phoenix then I would have no hope fitting in at a school as small as Forks High," I continued with my story. "I mean, everyone would have grown up together, their grandparents would have grown up together. I would be the new girl from a big city. A curiosity. A freak." Edward shook his head in understanding, leaning forward a bit to press his lips to my forehead.
"Then I met you," I said with a smile, remembering the first time I had seen him across the lunchroom. "You were different from anyone else I've ever met because you, too, were a freak." At that, Edward let out a chuckle. His topaz eyes were light as he listened to my story and he nodded his head as he remembered.
"And even though you said that you weren't a good friend for me"—He smiled at that, obviously thinking back to those times when he tried to warn me to stay away —"you turned out to be the best friend I could have ever had. You were the only person that I could open up to and confide in and not worry about you spilling my guts to everyone." He rolled his eyes as he his thoughts took a turn down the same path as mine had; remembering those pseudo friends of mine, Lauren and Jessica.
"I'd never loved anyone, not in a romantic way at least, until I met you," I said, while grabbing one of his hands and pulling it towards me. I kissed his fingertips while looking into his eyes. A glassy fog swept over his eyes as he watched me and I smiled as I thought back to out first date in port Angeles. Looks like I'm the one doing the dazzling tonight, I though.
I pulled his hand back away from my mouth and broke the eye contact as I steeled myself for the next part of my little speech.
"When you... left, you took my heart with you. It felt like my whole world was ending, and it was." My voice was nothing more than a whisper, sounding uneven and almost shaky as I remembered those months without him.
I looked back up at his face to see sheer pain and utter self-loathing etched into his flawless features. I placed my hands on either side of his face and laid a kiss on his forehead. He relaxed at my touch and looked deeply into my eyes as I continued.
"I never stopped loving you and I knew that I never would. As long as I had air in my lungs, I would continue to love you my entire life." I kissed his cheek and let my hands run down his chest back to their original spot on his thighs.
I rested my forehead against his and stared into his topaz gaze.
"Now that you're back, it's like you never left. The hole in my heart sealed as if it had never been there in the first place," I said with a slight smile.
"I used to think my home was in Phoenix, but I was wrong. In this little town that I've always hated my entire life was where I found my one true home. Here with you." This time he was the one to kiss me. His lips moved on mine in a way that almost made me forget what I was doing. Almost. I pulled back before I completely got lost in the kiss. I needed to finish this little story of mine then I could kiss him all I wanted.
"After Renee and Charlie got divorced, I never really believed in true love. You made me believe," My voice was lighter now, happy. I smiled and was rewarded with that beautiful crooked grin I've grown so fond of.
"I know I've been opposed to this whole marriage thing, but honestly I would love nothing more then to be bound to you as your wife forever." As I said this, his face lit up like a Christmas tree and his eyes danced with joy. "So yes, Edward, I would love to marry you."
Too fast for my human senses to comprehend, he stood from the bed and wrapped his arms around me. He pulled me up so our faces were level, my feet dangling high off the floor. He wasted no time as he smashed his cold lips to mine, all but welding them together. We didn't break the kiss as we landed on the bed. He rolled on top of me, careful to not put too much weight on me. When we broke apart so I could breathe, his lips did not leave my skin. They traveled down my throat and to my collar bone. He kissed my lips again one, two, three, four more times before smiling at me.
"Bella, love, I had no idea you felt that way," Edward murmured, still hovering over me.
"To me, Edward, you aren't just my boyfriend, or fiancé. You're my best friend, too," I said honestly, leaning up to peck him on the lips.
"I love you, Isabella," He said affectionately.
"As I love you," I said back.
He took my left hand and kissed each of my fingertips before he kissed the ring that was now mine.
A/N: So there you have it! The Ooey, Gooey, Romantic version. I hope you liked it!
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