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The next morning, I made us breakfast. I got up early to prepare the breakfast casserole, pancakes, biscuits, sausage gravy, fresh fruit, and monkey bread. I wanted nothing more than to stay cuddled in Edward’s arms. He held me close to his muscular body so tenderly, but with enough strength that I had to wriggle my way out of his grasp. When I was free, his lips pooched out in an adorable pout. I kissed him before walking down to the kitchen.

As I was putting the monkey bread into the oven, my son wandered into the kitchen, scratching his stomach, and yawning widely. His hair was a riotous mess, sitting down at the kitchen island. “You’re up awfully early, kiddo,” I said, pouring him a glass of orange juice.

“I had to pee, and I smelled breakfast,” he mumbled, giving me a sleepy grin. “Edward’s also up. I think he was in the shower.”

“Are you okay with my relationship with Edward?” I asked.

“Mom, he’s amazing and he obviously loves you so much. He said that he loved me, too,” Seth explained, a soft grin pulling at his lips. “I wish …”

“You wish what?” I pushed.

“I want Edward to be my dad,” Seth sighed. “I told him that and he said that … He treats you so good. He’s kind and I … I don’t know. What if he goes away?”

“I won’t, Seth,” Edward said as he walked down the stairs. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and sweater. “I mean, I will have to travel while making the movie, but that doesn’t mean that I’m walking away from you or leaving your mom. I’ll call you as often as I can. Rest assured, I will also be at your performance of your musical, Seth. I need to support my favorite kid.”

Seth’s grin brightened to wide smile before he shot off the stool and hugged him tightly. Edward laughed, kissing Seth’s forehead. They spoke quietly and I could see how much Seth adored Edward. However, it was Edward’s love for my son that made my eyes tear up. “Merry Christmas, Seth,” Edward said, hugging him.

“Merry Christmas, Edward,” Seth replied.

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“Are you upset with me because I haven’t said that I loved you back?”

“That was a tangent jump,” Edward chuckled.

“No, you say that you loved me and I haven’t really responded,” I said, jumping up on the counter so I could look into his eyes. He arched a brow, but his eyes were questioning. “I talked about this with Jake today. This,” I pointed to my chest, “is ready. It trusts you and knows that you’d never intentionally hurt me. But this,” I gestured to my head, “is not quite on board yet. I feel something, something strong for you. I wouldn’t have said yes to your beautiful proposal if I hadn’t. But, my brain and my heart need to meet somewhere in the middle. Does that make sense?”

“You sound like me,” he said thoughtfully. “And I get it. I can sense a disconnect between all of this.” He gestured to my whole body. “I can see how much you desire me and on a subconscious level, you’ve admitted your love for me.”

“I have?”

“I heard it the first time when I came back from the business I had to attend to after the ball. I never thought I’d be in love, Bella. I always perceived it as a weakness,” he explained. “Now? My love for you, I feel is a strength. And by the time we’re both on the same page, it will be so powerful. I love you, Bella. I don’t see this engagement, marriage or relationship as a means to an end anymore. I see us having a future. I want to make love to you, see you grow round with our children and see those children grow up, happy, healthy and loved. I don’t want a year, or ten years or … I want forever.” He shrugged, looking shy and unsure. “If you don’t want that, then I’ll still abide by our deal. I’ll pay for your schooling and provide you with protection …”

I pressed my hand to his lips, pulling him to me and kissing him tenderly, sweetly. “Edward, I see that, too.” His responding grin was so beautiful. “I just need some more time to wrap my head around all of this.”

“Okay, dolce,” he said. “I can respect that.”

“But, about that sauce/kitchen/feasting thing?” I quipped, grinning seductively.

Edward’s response was a searing kiss to my lips. His tongue plunged into my mouth and his hands dragged me closer to his body. Slowly, his palms moved up my sides, sliding underneath my sweater. Pulling his mouth away from mine, he tugged off my sweater and tossed it haphazardly behind him. He looked at me, his eyes nearly black with desire. “So fucking beautiful,” he growled, crashing his mouth against mine.

“Edward,” I breathed against his lips. He smiled, cupping his hands on my breasts, teasing and twisting my nipples through my lacy bra. With a grunt, my bra was torn from my body and he wrapped his mouth around my tit, licking it fervently. “Fuck …”

He blinked up, looking at me through his eyelashes, flicking my nipple with his tongue. With his palm, he leaned me back on the kitchen counter. His other hand was cupping my other breast. I watched him devour my body and I could feel my panties become drenched. “Lay back, cara,” he said, his voice filled with sex and all things dirty. I did and he unbuttoned my dark gray corduroy pants. He slid them down my legs, along with my panties. He growled as he gently pushed me back, spreading my legs apart. “I’m going to have fun with this, Bella. Your naked body is a perfect canvas for me to create my masterpiece.” He removed his sweater, picking up the whipped cream. “Keep your legs apart, baby. I like being able to see your pussy.”

“Are you going to lick it?” I said, arching a brow.

“Oh, definitely, love,” he growled, using his fingers to put the whipped cream on my belly. 

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“Is there anything else?” I asked, looking at the stuffed back of the SUV. We had so many Christmas presents for our family. It was the most I’d ever seen. I bought my family a few gifts, but never this much. But, this was mainly Bella’s doing. Hell, I knew that she was going to be spoiled by my family since it was her first Christmas with us as a family.

“Did you get the food from the fridge?” Bella asked, looking at the rear of the SUV. She shot me a scowl, seeing that the antipasto tray and buckets of cookies were not in the car.

“I’ll get it,” Jacob said. “You armed, Boss?”

“Always, Jake,” I said, patting my holster that was hidden underneath my overcoat. Bella was fussing over the presents and our overnight bags. “Dolce, baby, you’re making me nervous. Why don’t you go into the car and relax?”

“I want to make sure that everything’s perfect,” she whispered, biting her lip. I tugged on her hand, pulling her into my arms. I blinked around the garage before brushing my lips over hers. She sighed, her fingers massaging my chest. “You can’t distract me with those lips, Cullen.”

“Is it working?” I snickered, guiding her to the backseat and helping inside. She made a face, but she smiled beautifully at me when I trailed my fingers down her cheek and kissed her hand. “Everything will be perfect, Bella.”

“Okay,” she said, tightening her burgundy coat and adjusting the cream scarf around her neck. “It’s been so long since I enjoyed a holiday.”

“And this will be an unforgettable, special and beautiful holiday, Bella,” I said. I kissed her lips before closing the door. Jake was coming back with the trays and plastic containers stuffed with homemade cookies. We put them in the back, closing the hatchback. I clambered into the back, sending a text to my parents.

“I’ve never been to midnight mass,” Bella said, her eyes wistful. “We were considered ‘holiday’ church-goers. And that was rare, if we did go.”

“Where?” I asked.

“When we did go, we went to St. Michael’s,” Bella replied. “My dad was far more religious than either me or Uncle Jimmy. I believe in God, but I didn’t need to go to church in order to follow it.” She blinked over to me. “Do you hate me, yet?”

“Never,” I snickered. “I’m like you. My father is very religious, despite his occupation and we were raised in the church. I was even an altar boy.” Bella giggled. “I hated it. I would fall asleep during the service and start snoring. Emmett would have to elbow me to keep me awake.”