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Edward
“Did
you get me something for our anniversary, when all I asked for was time? Time
for us? And other than the spa treatments?” she quipped, taking off her coat and
hanging it up. I smiled crookedly. “Just what I thought.” She took my hand,
walking me to the family room. “Oh, wow! It’s so pretty in here and I love
these candles. They smell so good.” She sat down, tucking her long legs
underneath her tiny body.
I
put the bag next to her and I picked up my gifts to her. “For you, my love,” I
smiled. She gave me a look before opening up the larger box. She squealed,
lightly running her fingers over the cotton fabric that made the roses. “Do you
like them?”
“These
are gorgeous and unique way to have flowers. They match Charlie’s nurseries!”
she breathed. “I love them!”
“And
now, you have two dozen roses from me that will never die,” I smiled, handing
her the smaller box.
“Small
boxes usually mean something sparkly,” Bella snickered. I just pushed the box
closer to her. She leaned forward, kissing me and sliding off the deep red bow.
She slid off the lid and gasped. “Oh, this is gorgeous. What is this stone?”
“It’s
Charlie’s birthstone, a citrine. The design looks like you holding the baby,
sort of,” I whispered, taking the pendant out and putting it around her neck. I
kissed behind her ear. “It’s my job as a husband to spoil my wife.”
“You
do more than spoil me, Edward,” she said, turning around to hug me. “I love
you, capo.”
“I
adore you, dolce,” I breathed, kissing her softly.
“Your
present,” she said, picking up the bag. “It’s not a citrine pendant or the most
perfect bouquet of roses, but it is representative of our second anniversary.”
I
pulled out a gift basket. I barked out a laugh. “Socks!”
“Not
just socks,” she said, pointing to a bottle “A bottle of Cotton Hollow whiskey,
Clean Reserve Cotton Cologne and tickets to see the Chicago Cubs, where you
will get a cotton jersey with your name on it.” I took out a Ticketmaster
receipt to see that she’d gotten me tickets for my birthday. Or rather, she
rented out one of one of rooftops. “Do you like?”
“I
more than like. I love,” I said, pulling her onto my lap, straddling my legs. I
cupped her face, staring at her. “You are truly … I love you more than words
can say, Bella.”
“I
love you, too. I want to show you,” she said. “I want to make love to you. It’s
been so long.” She threaded her fingers into my hair. “Make me yours, again.”
Bella
I
stared at Edward, his eyes searching mine. His hands were resting on my ass. My
fingers tangled into his soft, thick hair. I moved closer to him, sliding my
hands from his hair and to his shirt. Slowly, I began unbuttoning his shirt. He
stopped my hands. “I want to make love to you, but not here. I want to make
love to you in our bed, dolce.”
I
kissed him, brushing my lips over his and rolling my body over his. He groaned,
tightening his hold around my body. I pulled away, standing up and offering him
my hand. He stood up, snaking his arm around my waist. “Mine. You’re mine,” he
growled.
He
swept me off my feet and carried me up to our bedroom. The room was bathed in a
warm glow from candles and some Christmas lights on a tiny tree in the corner. “It’s
perfect up here, Edward,” I whispered.
“It
will be when I’m inside you again,” he murmured, sneaking his hands underneath
my sweater. Slowly, he gently lifted it up and off my body. He ran his fingers
along my spine, caressing my skin until he stopped at my bra. “You are so
beautiful.”
I
smiled at him, making quick work of his shirt. “As are you, Edward,” I
whispered, tracing my fingers along the ridges of abdomen. I moved my hands up,
caressing his nipples and he groaned. His own palms moved along my skin and he
unclasped my bra. Our hands moved along our bare torsos, reacquainted our
bodies to the soft, reverent touches. I shivered as he traced over my pebbled
nipples. I moaned and Edward captured my lips in a heated kiss.
Christening at the Pompeii Shrine
Bella's dress
Liam
Charlie's outfit after the christening
Nessie, Charlie's nanny
Detective Maas's Apartment
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