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All I Want for Christmas
Chapter 3: Happy New Year, Angel
"Hey," I said in passing as I carried our bowls of cereal to the dining room table.
"Good morning, angel," he replied with a peck to my cheek as I passed him.
Edward grabbed our cups of coffee and followed me. I sat down at the end, and he sat beside me to my right. I felt kind of awkward with him this morning. Not because of the sex we'd had last night; it was because of other thing.
I saw Edward lean down and scratch Lily's head. She rubbed against his leg and began to purr loudly. Any time he sat down, she wanted in his lap. He always invited her up and gave her a thorough petting. Needless to say, Edward had become a great favorite of hers.
"You're quiet this morning," Edward said, knocking me out of my musings.
I shrugged. "Just thinking."
"Lily and how much she adores you for one."
Edward smiled and picked up Lily, placing her on his lap. She rubbed her head against his chest, then settled herself on his legs in contentment.
"She's a great cat. Almost as great as her owner."
"You're just saying that because you got to spend the night in my bed," I said with a grin.
Edward laughed. "Well, that is a huge selling point, but I do love you, in case I haven't told you that in the past hour."
"We've only been awake thirty minutes."
"Then I was overdue to tell you. What was the other thing?"
"Oh. Hmm, well, I guess I'm just feeling…I don't know. This has all moved so fast my head is spinning. I mean, here we are engaged. I mean engaged to be married. I guess my head is having a hard time catching up with my heart."
"You wish to take back your yes?" he asked me quietly.
I just watched him, all still and silent, awaiting my answer. I looked down and shook my head.
I shrugged my shoulder and kept my eyes averted.
"It's still a yes, but can we slow down just a little bit? You act like I'm some prize that's about to get away, and you have to move fast to snatch it up before anyone else does. I'm not going anywhere with anyone else. I promise. So please, rein it back in a bit. Let's get to really know each other before we jump into marriage and babies and forever."
I heard him sigh. I raised my eyes to find him shaking his head.
"You're right, of course. I've been acting like a crazy man this past week. I honestly don't know what's got into me. You, you've become like a fever in my blood, and all I can think about is keeping you, loving you forever. But that's all a bit premature. I agree that we need to get to know each other better, and I want you to be very sure about this. So, we can scale it back some. I'll stop nearly smothering you with my attention and presence, and we'll date and talk and learn about each other. When you're ready for me to ask again, I will."
"Well, I didn't say that. You already have the ring, don't you?"
He tried to play it off, but I knew better. "Uh, what makes you think that?"
"Because I know you."
"Well, then…yes, but that can wait. All this can wait. I promise to quit pushing you and to quit making you uncomfortable."
"Damn it. Stop that. That's not what I meant. We're still engaged, and you can give me my ring, but all I was saying that was that I don't want to get married next week, okay?"
"Ah. Really?" he asked me with a hopeful look.
"Really. Now, eat your breakfast," I ordered him with a grin.
"This is breakfast?" he asked as he eyed the bowls of cereal.
"Yep. I don't cook. Is that a deal breaker?"
"Uh, no. I don't cook either, so I guess it's a lot of take-out and dining out in our future. Or I could hire a cook."
I was silent as I fiddled with my spoon. I kept forgetting how rich Edward was until he said something like that.
"What's wrong now, angel?"
I shrugged. "You're going to have to give me some time to get used to this new way of living."
"The money bothers you?"
"More like intimidates me."
"But think of all you could do with the money."
"Buy things I don't even need?" I asked with a frown.
"No, that's not what I meant. Think of the charities you could fund, the people you could help with that money."
"You'd let me give it away?" I asked in surprise.
"I don't give one damn what you do with our money once we're married. As long as you're happy, then I'll be happy. I do love to give to charity, and I told you about my work at the children's home. You could even adopt ten more cats if you wished," he said with a grin and a scratch to Lily's head.
He always knew exactly what to say to make me smile. "I don't think Lily would care very much for that. Not my spoiled girl. So, when do I get to see this house of yours that you're going to install me a cook for?"
"Today? After breakfast?" he asked eagerly. "I want you to look it over and see if you like it. If not, I'll sell it and we'll find something you do like."
"Please stop that."
"Stop what?" he asked in confusion.
"Catering to me. This isn't all about me and you making adjustments to please me. I want to know what you want and what will make you happy."
He reached over and clasped my hand, giving it a squeeze. "You. All I want is you. You make me happy. That's all."
"You're such a charmer."
"Nice. You think I may be able to charm you back into bed?" he asked hopefully, making me giggle.
"Eat your cereal."
"I'd rather eat you," he casually said, and I choked on my coffee I just sipped.
Once I got my breath back, I looked at him sitting there all smug. "You know, you're pretty kinky for a guy who appraises old ladies' china."
He laughed. "Let me show you just how kinky I can be," he replied with a smirking grin and a wiggle of his eyebrows.
"Later," I said with a laugh. "Are we going to your parents' New Years Eve party tonight?"
"Do you want to?" he asked.
"I think it would be fun. I'm not much of a dancer, though. And I need to buy a dress to wear."
"I'm a good dancer, and since it's all in the leading, we're good. Let's get ready, and I'll take you shopping and to lunch, then we'll stop by my house and you can look it over. Maybe we could even christen my bed."
"It all comes back to sex. I see you just want me for my body," I said with a sad sigh.
Edward laughed and set down Lily before pulling me up out of my chair. "Do I ever. Let's go take a shower, angel."
"In a minute. I think we need to talk first."
"Something else on your mind?"
"Yeah. I think we should clear up our pasts so that we can move on to our future."
"Oh. I guess you're right. Hmm, me first?"
I rapidly nodded, glad to not be going first. We both sat back down, and I sipped my coffee nervously.
"Okay, well, let's see, I dated one girl in high school, Aimee, and we got kind of serious, but when I went away to college, we kind of drifted away. In college I dated some girls, nothing serious. It wasn't until I moved back here to Seattle that things changed. I dated here and there until the night I went to one of Mom and Dad's foundation fundraisers, and there's where I met Camilla."
"Camilla?" I asked with a laugh.
"I know. And trust me, she turned out to be every bit as snotty as her name, but we hit it off and began to see each other."
"You got serious?"
He nodded. "Well, as serious as Camilla ever got. She shared my love of old things and antiques. I just wish I'd realized earlier that it was what those things were worth that interested her and not provenance and beauty and history of such things. She proved to be a very good actress."
"Explain that, please."
He shrugged his shoulder. "She had two distinct personalities. The sleek, nice, fake, butter-wouldn't-melt-in-her-mouth one, and then the conniving, hateful, rich bitch, real one. She fooled me for over a year with the first one, but that was my fault. I overlooked all the clues and signs. That was until she got too comfortable with me or secure in our relationship and then her fake persona began to crack. She began to show me her stuck-up nature and make unkind comments about others. I let it go, let it slide, because I thought that underneath that ugliness laid a good heart."
"She proved you wrong?"
"Yes. I was mostly happy with our relationship because she'd always said the right things to me, told me what I wanted to hear, and I thought I loved her and would make a life with her. Even with my heart telling me that it wasn't right, and the tepid reception from my family, I ignored my gut and asked her to marry me. Of course, she said yes."
"But you never married. What happened?"
"She began to plan our lavish, over the top wedding and honeymoon, and I just let her have at it. I brushed off the hints that Mom and Alice dropped that maybe Camilla wasn't the right woman for me and their disgust over the ridiculous wedding she was planning. I'd kept telling myself, it'll be fine. She's just stressing over the wedding and that's what making her act like a bitch with my family and others around her."
"Ah. I see something ugly happened to open your eyes."
"You're correct. A week before the wedding, I dropped by her parents' house one day and was told she was out back on the large veranda with her brother, Carlton. When I opened the door I overheard her conversation with him. She was gloating about how she had me eating out of the palm of her hand. That she couldn't wait to marry me, and that my money, my family's money, was as good as hers. She said derisive things about my family and me. She insulted my parents, my siblings, and especially me. I could hear the sneer in her voice when she talked about me being an orphan growing up in foster homes, and how she hated going with me when I volunteered at the children's home. 'Disgusting, snot-nosed, ungrateful little brats' was the exact phrase she used to describe those kids."
I gave him a horrified look. "How awful."
"Yeah. Needless to say, I ended it right there. That was four years ago, and I haven't dated much since then."
"I was looking for a kind woman, one who likes kids, and wouldn't look down on me for being an orphan. I was looking for a good woman. I hadn't met such a woman until the night I walked into your store."
I reached out for his hand lying on the table, sliding my fingers between his. "I'm nothing like Camilla. I don't care about your money, I love kids, and I always try to be kind."
"I know. Why do you think I kept asking you to marry me? I wasn't about to let you go now that I found you."
"You always say the sweetest things to me."
"I always mean them."
"I know you do." I sighed. Here we go. "I guess I better get mine out of the way. I dated a bit in high school, but nothing serious. After I moved here, I met a guy named Bobby, and we did get serious. We lived together for a couple of years, but he would never commit to me. I finally got tired of it and gave him an ultimatum. Marry me or move out. He packed up and was gone the next day."
"A real prince," he said with a frown.
"Yeah. Almost three years of my life with him and he just up and left. It took me a while to get over that relationship and when I started to date again, I just had no luck meeting good guys. They always turned out to be just utter shits. Angela even asked me if I was a glutton for punishment, because I kept picking guys that were going to hurt me like Bobby did. The last boyfriend, Tyler, he really took the cake. I thought that was one relationship that was going to work out until he started to comment on my weight and said my thighs were getting fat. Then he tossed Lily off the couch one night calling her a dumb-ass hairball, and told me she'd have to go. He said it was him or Lily."
"You picked well. He was a real asshole."
"He was. He is. Maybe we should hook him up with Camilla, and let those two shits have each other."
"Brilliant," he said with a chuckle. "We'd be doing the rest of the world a favor."
"You, right from the start, you were different. Funny, and nice, and showed me tenderness. I'd forgotten men could be like that. Then you brought me and Lily Christmas presents, and took me to meet your wonderful family. You were too good to be true."
"It seems you and me were just waiting to find each other."
"Maybe we had to go through the bad to learn and grow so that when we met the good, the one for us, we'd know."
"Yeah, and you're definitely the good." He squeezed my hand. "I've been thinking."
"Hmm? What's that?"
"I'm going to set up an antique shop here."
"Really? What brought that on?"
"Me?"I asked in surprise.
He nodded. "I can't travel anymore like I used to. I need to be here with you. You can help me. You seem to have a good head for business. You started up and run your successful store, so I'm sure you've got advice for me."
"I don't want to keep you from traveling. We'll work it out. We can see each other when-"
"No. If we're to marry and start a family, I need something here, something stable where I don't have to travel too much."
"Oh. Are you sure about that?"
"Which part? Marrying you and starting a family? I'm totally sure about that. The staying here, close to you? Absolutely."
"That was sweet." I gave him a soft smile.
"Just the truth, angel."
"I better get a shower."
"You know, you don't have to come shopping with me."
"Oh, I'm coming. You need someone there to zip you up…and unzip you…"
I laughed. "Sounds like you just want to make out with me in a changing room."
"Now, that there sounds like a plan," he said with naughty grin.
"You didn't get enough last night?"
"Is that even a real question? I want you right now. I'm beginning to think I'm addicted to you. The more I get, the more I want."
"Oh, hmm. I think I'll enjoy you being addicted to me."
He got out of his chair and then knelt in front of me. I just gazed down at him, unsure of what he was doing.
"I need you. Let me show you how much I'm addicted you, Bella Swan."
He reached up and tugged on the belt of my robe, letting it fall open, baring my breasts. He gripped my thighs, just staring at my breasts until he raised his gaze to my face. His eyes were dark pools of desire.
"I love you, in case I forgot to say it in the past hour."
I reached down and caressed his face. "You didn't forget."
"What do you think?"
I spun around and faced him. "Uhm, I like it. It's nice."
"That's not exactly an enthusiastic response."
I shrugged. "It's nice. A bit dark and stuffy for me, but I could live here."
"You hate it."
"I didn't say that. It's…nice."
He laughed and pulled me to him. "Nice? You keep saying that. Don't bullshit me. You hate my house. I know it's not exactly everyone's cup of tea. It's a bit gothic and like you said, dark. We'll sell it and find something you'll enjoy living in."
He nodded. "Really."
I let out a relieved sigh. "Thank God. This place kind of reminds me of something a vampire would live in. Like there are coffins in the basement or bats in the attic."
"Maybe I am a vampire," he replied with a calculating look at my neck.
"Hmm. Just bite me quickly then, and make it painless," I said and he chuckled. "Better a vampire than gay, I guess."
"What?" He let out a started laugh.
"Aren't most art appraisers gay?"
"Uh, some are. Some aren't. I'm definitely not. Didn't I prove that well enough last night and this morning? I can show you again if you're in doubt."
"Nice of you to offer."
I saw his lips twitch in amusement. "I'm generous like that."
"Yeah, you're a giver."
"A big giver."
I laughed. "I have to agree with that statement. Come on. Let's go christen that bed of yours."
"I love you. Have I told you how wonderful you are?" he asked happily as he took my hand, leading me to the staircase.
"Look, I just offered to fool around with you in your bed. You don't have to butter me up."
He laughed and pulled me to him for a smacking kiss. "You keep making me better and better offers. Hmm, butter you up…hmm." He slid his eyes down to my breasts.
"Oh, boy. What's going through that mind of yours?"
"You. Licking things off of you…basically just licking you."
"Whoa. Nice. Guess what I'm thinking."
He eyed me. "Hmm. How many times I can make you come?"
I blinked and swallowed. "Uh, wow. I wasn't, but now…" I shook my head. "I had been thinking that it was my turn to lick you."
Next thing I knew, Edward had picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder.
"What are you doing?" I asked with a laugh, and he trotted up the stairs, firmly holding me in place with his arm around the back of my legs.
"Getting you to bed, angel. Get that tongue ready," he ordered me with chuckle.
I tugged at the hem of my dress as I inspected myself in the full-length mirror. This was a much smaller dress than I usually wore, but Edward had said, "That one. Definitely," when I'd emerged from the dressing room at the boutique earlier. Of course he'd bought this dress, along with my shoes and matching clutch. Thank goodness the stores were closing early today, or who knows what else he would have bought me.
"Ready, angel? Whoa!"
I spun around, and Edward dragged his eyes from my feet all the way up my body to my face.
"Do I look okay?"
He raised his eyebrows and gave me an incredulous look. "Okay? They way you look tonight comes nowhere near 'okay.' You look remarkable. Stunning. Sexy. Beautiful. Fantast-"
"Okay," I said quietly. "I get it." I tucked my hair behind my ear as I looked down shyly.
Edward walked to in front of me and raised my chin with his fingertip until I met his eyes.
"There you are. Hello, beautiful."
"I'm not beautiful," I whispered.
"You are to me." He placed a soft kiss on my lips. "I have something for you."
"A corsage? This isn't prom," I said with a smile.
"No, but I should have thought of that. No, it's this."
He got down on one knee in front of me, taking my hand.
I blinked and then held my left hand over my mouth. "No."
"Yes." He looked up at me and took a deep breath. "I love you. It doesn't matter that it was that fast, you're the one for me. I want to make a life with you, a family with you, grow old with you. I long to be your devoted husband. Will you marry me, Bella? Please say yes."
He pulled out the ring box, opened the lid, and placed it in my palm. Holy cow. I stared down at the diamond ring with wide eyes.
"Yes?" He nearly begged.
I creased my brow as I stared down at my huge ring. In this moment, it truly hit me what we were doing here. This was real, life changing, and just a bit scary.
"Edward. How do you know I'm not like Camilla? This is a huge step, and we've both been hurt before by people we thought loved us. This is marriage we're talking about. Something sacred and, I believe, for life. We've only known each other a week. I don't want you to marry me and then be disappointed in me, that I wasn't what you thought I was like the last time."
He got up and took my hands in his.
"It may have been only a week, but I've spent every spare moment with you and I've come to know you, Bella Swan. You're kind to others and generous to a fault. I watched you closely interacting with my family on Christmas. I saw how you got down and played with the kids and how they loved you immediately. I've heard nothing but good things from my parents and Alice, hell, even Rosalie, and she never compliments anyone. I've seen you, Bella Swan, and loved what I saw."
"I just don't want to disappoint you," I whispered.
"You could only disappoint me by saying no, angel. Do you love me?"
I nodded. "Yes."
"Then marry me. I love you. I want to spend my life with you. I choose you, Bella. Will you choose me as well?"
Was it as simple as that? I stood there, deep in thought. Then I reached up and stroked the back of my hand down his cheek. As I gazed into his warm, green eyes, I knew what to say.
"I will. So, yes. As crazy and fast as all this has been…yes."
He looked down and took a deep breath, before he pulled me to him for a crushing hug.
"You've made me so happy. Does this make you happy as well, angel?"
I searched inside of myself. "Yes. It does. "
He kissed my cheek and then let me go to get the ring out of the box.
He held it there in front of me. "Yes?"
"Yes." He slid it on my left ring finger and then raised my hand kissing each of my fingertips.
"Sweet. Come here and let me kiss you."
"Yes, ma'am," he said with a grin.
He gave me a sweet peck on the lips and then swept me up in his arms, swinging me around in happiness. We kept giving each other sweet little kisses accompanied by smiles and laughs.
He sat me down and watched me admire my ring. "You like it?"
"Uhm, well, it's…wow, is one word. You really didn't have to buy me something this big. I mean this is a huge rock, but yes, I love it. I've never seen anything so beautiful. Please don't ever tell me what this cost, because I'll live in terror of losing it."
"I was going to give you an antique one, but I decided you needed something just yours, not something that had been worn by another woman. You really like it?"
"I do. Truthfully I've never seen a more beautiful ring. Thank you."
He skimmed his finger over the platinum diamond ring, a beautiful creation of an emerald cut solitaire, with smaller diamonds all the way around the band. Lord. I could see the wheels turning in his head.
"What?" he asked as he raised his eyes to mine.
"Stop thinking of what you're going to buy me next. You having a friend that owns a jewelry store is dangerous."
He shrugged with a grin. "You deserve it. I'll buy you things, and I hope you'll accept them in the spirit they're given."
"Just don't spoil me too much. I can never repay you in kind."
"Bella. I have you. That's all I need."
I sighed. "See?"
He chuckled and hugged me to him. "Let's go celebrate the New Year. Dancing, champagne, and the prettiest girl in the world in a sexy dress. Sounds like one hell of a good night."
"That's not even the best part."
"And what's that, angel?"
"When we get back here later, you get to take this dress off of me."
He traced his fingertips down the curve of my spine. "That definitely is the best part," he murmured as he grazed his teeth down my neck. I shivered and gripped his biceps to hold myself up.
"You must be what heaven tastes like," he whispered as he kissed his way back up to my lips.
I nearly swooned. Then I was thankful for his arms around me, for he captured my lips, and I became lost in all that was Edward. He kissed me for some time before he ended the kiss and just rested his forehead on mine.
"Any further and we won't be leaving this apartment anytime soon," he said regretfully.
I gave him an understanding smile. "Rain check?"
He breathed out a frustrated sigh.
"Rain check it is."
He picked up my coat, holding it out for me to slip my arms into. I slid into the sleeves, and then he pulled me back against him in an embrace. "I can't wait to show you off, my beautiful fiancée."
"I think your mom is going to be pretty excited."
"She'll be over the moon."
When I got into his car, I noticed his eyes kept returning to my legs. He slid into the driver's seat and then looked at me with a frown.
"That dress may have been a mistake. I'm going to have one hell of a time keeping my hands off of you."
"You picked it out."
"I did, didn't I?" He grinned and shook his head. "That was both a brilliant choice and a foolish one. Brilliant because you look so amazing and foolish because I set myself up for a night of torture and trying to keep myself in check."
"Just remember your mother is there and you'll behave."
"True," he said with a sad sigh.
When we got to the hotel ballroom that his parents had rented, we were soon mobbed with Cullen's.
I decided to have a little fun. I met Edward's eyes and then held up my left hand. His family went silent, staring at my hand in awe. Then chaos erupted as we were congratulated and nearly hugged to death from Edward's affectionate and boisterous family.
Alice slapped a gold party top-hat on Edward and a tucked a fake tiara in my hair. "Better. You two look much more festive. I love that dress, by the way…"
Emmett grabbed Edward by the arm tugging him away from me. They seemed to be having some sort of deep conversation. I half-listened to Alice babble on as I watched Edward frown, seemingly very displeased with something. Without saying a word, he held out his hand for me, and I found myself answering his request.
"…she'll give you cute babies."
I blinked at Emmett. He winked at me and patted me on the shoulder as he went by. I turned to Edward, the question surely clear on my face.
"Emmett thinks everyone should have a dozen kids. Us included."
"You okay? Do I need to kiss you?"
I let out a little laugh. "As if you need an excuse to kiss me."
"True. Come here." He pulled me to him and held my face as his lips caressed mine. He pulled his face back and just gazed at me with love.
"What were you thinking just now?"
He smiled. "My exact thought was, 'This girl. Oh, this girl.'"
"Somebody is in loooove," Alice said with a giggle.
We both turned to her and said in tandem, "Two somebodies." We looked at each other in surprise and broke out laughing.
"Aww, you two are cute. Good job on the ring, by the way. What is that? Four karats?" Alice asked.
Edward gave Alice an annoyed look. "You and your obsession with jewelry. It's a platinum, five karat solitaire, with another two carats of diamonds around the band, if you must know. Now, go dance with your husband and have a drink."
"Can't. Still nursing Kylie. Remember?" she asked with a roll of her eyes, but she nearly twirled away in search of her husband.
He turned back to me to find me gaping down at my ring.
"Five karats? Five?" I felt I could faint. What the hell did this ring cost?
Edward shrugged. "Yes."
"Edward. Dear Lord." I raised my hand and stared at my ring. "I don't want to know. We will get this insured the first chance we get."
"Already taken care of. You lose it; you'll get another to replace it."
"Just like that?"
"Yes. Now, please stop worrying about it."
"Like that's going to happen." I glanced at my ring again, worry on my face.
I lifted my eyes to his and slightly shrugged.
"Bella, there's something I should tell you."
"What, you bought me more too expensive jewelry?"
He chuckled. "No. Not today. Soon for sure. No, what I wanted to tell you is that Emmett just told me Camilla is here."
"Oh. So, what's the plan? Me all over you, doing my sexy thing, just to annoy her?"
"Uh, I wasn't aware that was an option, but since you offered…"
I snorted. "As if I'm some femme fatale."
He slipped his arm around my waist and tugged me against him. "To me you are."
I patted his chest. "Edward dear, you've really got to get out more."
"Hmm, no. I was just thinking I need to get in more," he whispered as he lowered his head to my neck.
"You're a dirty, dirty boy."
"Hmm, yes," he replied as he ate me up with his eyes.
"You're going to get me pregnant just from that look of yours."
"Good. Have my babies."
I giggled. "See? That's what I was talking about earlier. First it was 'marry me' and now it's 'have my babies?' You need to slow down just a bit."
"Too soon?" he asked with a grin.
"Uh, just a little."
"Come. I'm starving. Let's eat, drink, and then I'm going to seduce you on the dance floor."
"That won't take very much," I replied as he took my hand and led me over to a table where Rosalie was sitting. He went and got us plates of food from the buffet as Rosalie was just getting going on her baby lecture.
"…Now, your first, that labor may take a while, but after that, the births are easier. By your third and fourth you'll think it's a breeze. I was in labor for fourteen hours with Noah. That was a tough one. Mia was a bit quicker, but damn did I have to push hard with her. Brandon…"
Edward sat my plate in front of me and I glanced at him with wide eyes. Please make her stop, I mouthed to him.
"Rose. I see Em getting another whiskey."
Rosalie whipped her head to the bar, and her face set in anger. "What did I tell him? Two drinks! Two!"
She slammed her chair back and began marching over to Emmett.
"Thank you," I said with a relieved sigh. "Third or fourth?"
He chuckled. "Just because my family believes in having lots of kids that doesn't mean we have to have a brood of them as well."
Hmm. I sat back in my chair and crossed my arms, really thinking about kids, about having Edward's kids. I liked that thought. A lot.
"Three. I believe I want three children. You?"
"I'll be happy with any babies you give me, angel."
"This is important. Three or do you want differently?" I prodded him.
"Well, I hadn't really thought numbers, but let me think about it a minute." He seemed to really be pondering on his answer.
"You want four," I said with a small smile.
"What? How did you know that?"
"You say you've observed me closely, and I have you as well. Four is acceptable, but we'll talk about that after baby number three. Deal?"
"You're amazing. Deal." He leaned over and gave me a kiss.
After our meal and a couple of glasses of champagne, Edward stood and offered me his hand, tugging me up out of my chair to the dance floor. We didn't make it there. A snotty, blonde, too-tanned, obviously stinking rich woman blocked our way.
"Well, my, my, my. Edward, you're looking well."
"Camilla," Edward replied shortly, not returning the compliment.
I squeezed Edward's hand and leaned against his side. He looked down at me, mischief in his eyes.
"Bella, this is Camilla George. Camilla, this is Bella Swan, my fiancée."
That startled her. "Really?"
He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my lips. "Love you, angel."
I grinned back up at him. "Love you more, baby."
Camilla fake coughed, and I could have sworn I heard her say "vomit" under her breath.
Edward wrapped his arm around me, tucking me up against him in a loving, protective gesture.
"Nice to meet you," I said and held out my hand.
Camilla briefly shook it as she settled her face into false geniality. "Likewise. I need a drink. Be a dear, Edward, and find me one."
"Find your own. I've got dancing to do with the most beautiful woman in the room."
I nearly giggled at Camilla's "Well" as we passed by.
Edward tugged me along out onto the dance floor to a lively song from the seventies. "Sorry about that, angel," he said as he pulled me into his arms.
I shrugged. "No big deal. She's a bitch. You can do better."
He laughed. "I did do better. Worlds, universes better than her."
Without warning, he stepped back and spun me around under his arm, then pulled me back against his chest. I just stared up at him with my mouth open in surprise.
He laughed and spun me around again, this time taking me through the dance steps when I was back in his arms.
"You really can dance."
"Uh-huh. Told you."
I was grinning as he really began to move and lead me around the dance floor. We danced until my feet hurt so much I had to take my shoes off and then I danced barefoot. I drank too much champagne, and by the time midnight rolled around, I was more than a bit happy, tired, and fuzzy headed.
"It's time!" Alice yelled. "Ten, nine, eight…"
I held Edward's hand as we stood in the middle of the dance floor under the disco ball and chanted the countdown with everyone else.
"…three, two, one! Happy New Year!"
The band started playing "Auld Lang Syne" while Edward pulled me into his arms and gently held my face.
"Happy New Year, angel. I love you."
"Happy New Year. Love you back," I replied with a smile.
He then placed his lips to mine, and we kissed as I saw stars. Maybe it was just the lights from the disco ball, but it was magic, just like my past week had been.
I sighed in contentment as Edward pulled me into a tight hug. My new year was starting out wonderful. Life was wonderful. I couldn't wait to see what the future would bring.
Thanks for reading my little holiday story. Happy New Year! I hope it's a blessed one for you and your loved ones!