Edward
With one more kiss, I helped her off the counter and we ate breakfast. Then, we tackled the turkey. Well, I did the heavy lifting while Bella dressed the turkey. It took the two of us an hour and a half to dress the turkey before putting it into the oven. “I’m going to shower,” Bella said. “I smell like butter and sage and raw poultry. Not a good combination.”
“When you’re done, I’ll do the same. I’m going to call my parents and wish them a Happy Thanksgiving,” I said.
Bella kissed me and walked toward the stairs. She stopped, looking back at me. “I love you, Edward. And, I know that you love me and that you’d never hurt me. Not like how Jacob did. I may not be ready for everything, but I want to try. Rose said that making love with someone who loves you can be magic.” She wiped her cheeks and smiled at me. “I want magic.”
Before I could respond, she turned on her heel and walked up the stairs.
Magic?
I could work with that.
Bella
I said that I loved Edward. In my heart, I knew it was the right thing. He’d given me the safety, protection, and support that I needed, that I desired. He was patient and kind. He was smart and ambitious. He was funny and silly, reminding me to have fun, especially while we were decorating my new home.
Let me tell you about the paint fight we had and the laughter we shared as our skin was a lovely shade of red, specifically ‘Heartthrob’ by Sherwin Williams, from when we painted my office. He got me on my shirt and arm while I rollered his face. I was slightly scared that he’d go off on me, but after laughing when he saw a glimpse of himself in a mirror, he owned that red paint.
What mattered the most was that he was a friend, listening to me when I raged, at Jacob, at Billy or at my history. He was my boyfriend, making me feel like a woman and not like a smattering of broken, shattered pieces. He loved to kiss and cuddle me, reminding me that I was worthy of that, of affection. He was a father-figure to my son, loving him unconditionally. It was his unconditional love for my son that solidified what I felt for him.
He accepted my son.
He accepted me, bruises, and all. He loved me, unconditionally. He may not have said it before now, but his actions showed it.
Every day.
I loved Edward. He loved me.
I was worthy of his love and giving my love in return.
