After my face was done, I went
into the bedroom and put on my dress, along with some sexy lingerie. Even
though I wasn’t going to get any. Fucking
head…let me make love with my fiancé! I, at least, wanted to look pretty
for him. I put on some matching jewelry and slid on some Grecian sandals with
some rhinestones across the arch of my foot. I left my hair up and headed
downstairs. The lights were dimmed and all along the floor, pillar candles were
lit, guiding me to the dining room.
The room sparkled with the
candles inside. The table was set elegantly with deep red linens and the finest
china. Atop one of the plates was another note, though.
Bella,
I’m finishing up in the kitchen. Have a seat and enjoy
some sparkling grape juice. I love you.
Edward
I settled into the seat and
picked up the glass filled with the bubbly drink. I took a sip, giggling at the
feeling of the fizziness of the drink. As I sat there, some quiet music was
piped into the room using the sound system that was installed in the house. I
immediately recognized it as some orchestral music that Edward had composed. I
smiled softly as I waited for him. Edward breezed into the dining room carrying
a platter of something.
He looked so ethereal in the
candlelight. His bronze hair was tousled, being backlit from the warm lighting
of the room. His body was killing me with his fitted purpled dress shirt and
gray pants that hung perfectly around his hips. Perched on his nose were his
glasses which made me happy. I loved a man in glasses.
Edward put the platter down in
front of me and he looked into my eyes, his jade green eyes blazing into mine. “You
look so incredibly beautiful, my Bella,” he murmured before his lips gently touched
mine. “A goddess.”
“Where’s your toga?” I quipped,
laughing lightly. “You’re a god.”
“Eh,” he said with a dismissive wave
of his hand. “I’m okay. Let me get the rest of our dinner. I’ll be right back,
beautiful.” He left the room and I looked on the platter. It appeared to be
veal piccata. It smelled delicious and I was starving. Bean poked me in the
ribs, obviously hungry, too.
“Smells good, huh, little one?” I
asked my belly. “Daddy is an amazing cook and I could honestly eat that entire
platter of food.” Poke. Poke. “Is
that a challenge, Bean?” Poke. “Game
on.”
“Were you just talking to your
belly?” Edward asked, his voice filled with awe.
I blushed. “Um, yeah. Apparently,
Bean loves your cooking. He’s jabbing his foot into my stomach at devouring the
feast you’ve prepared for us. He kind of challenged me to eat the entire
platter.”
“That is so fucking adorable,” he
breathed as he put down the plates with the past and vegetables. He fell to his
knees and kissed my baby bump. “Are you beating up Mommy, little one?” Edward
asked as he continued kissing my belly. “Be good to her. Love her, baby.”
I laughed as I wiped my damp
cheeks. Ugh! Hormones. “Can you be
any more cute?” I chuckled as I looked down at him.
“I can be but I save that for my
other fiancée,” he snorted. I rolled my eyes and moved so I could turn a
shoulder to him. Edward bent down and gently kissed my one bare shoulder. “You
know that you’re the only for me, Bella. You mean so much to me. You and Bean,
love. I feel so blessed, Bella.”
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