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Chapter Forty-Nine: Only Dogs Can Hear Pixies Squeal
BPOV
I woke up to an empty bed the next morning. I stretched my body and padded out of the bedroom. I heard Edward puttering in the guest room. He was sitting on the floor with both of our bags open and two laundry baskets in front of him. He was sorting our clothes. "Morning, handsome. You know, you're sexy when you're all domestic," I teased.
Edward gave me a lopsided smirk, "Thanks, baby. You zonked out as soon as you changed into your pajamas. I was soon behind you," he giggled. "I woke up early and decided to get a head start on the laundry. How am I doing?"
"Looks good, Cullen. I'll leave you to it. I'm making breakfast," I replied. I turned and moved to the kitchen. I looked in our fridge and pulled out some eggs. I checked the date and they were fine. I cracked some eggs into a bowl and took out a frying pan and some cheese. I heard Edward put the laundry into the washing machine and he walked into the kitchen, sitting on the counter near the stove. He pressed a button on the coffee maker and it began percolating. "I've missed this, Edward. I'm glad I'm home."
"Me too, beautiful. This place was not the same without you," Edward replied. "Do you need help?"
"Nope, I'm good. If you want to take out some plates that would be great, though."
"Your wish is my command, Bella," he said with a grin. He hopped off the counter and took out some plates. He also went into the freezer and got some bread, placing it into the toaster. Once breakfast was ready, we sat down and ate our breakfast in a comfortable silence. Edward idly played with my engagement ring when we finished our meal. I went and grabbed the other basket of laundry that Edward was working on and carried it to the laundry room.
"I'm going to hop into the shower, Edward. What time are we heading to your parents' house?" I asked.
"Esme invited us to dinner, so about three?" Edward responded.
"Sounds good. Love you, handsome," I grinned.
"I love you more, beautiful," he replied. He leaned over and brushed his soft lips against mine. "Hmmm, another one." I leaned in and pulled his bottom lip into my teeth. Edward moaned and pulled away. "Tease."
"But you love me," I retorted.
"Very much, Bella. Go shower," he said as he swatted my ass. I yelped and bounced away. I took a quick shower, washing my body and my hair. My arm was much better. It only hurt when I moved it a certain way. The rest of my bruises were almost gone and the nightmares were waning, thankfully. After I finished my shower, I ran some mousse through my hair and decided to let it air dry. I popped in my contacts and got dressed. I wanted to look nice for dinner with Esme, Carlisle and Alice. I took out a white lacy bra and white lacy thong. I padded into the closet and took out a pair of grey leggings and a purple sweater. I put them on and fluffed my hair. I got a pair of socks and slipped them along with my knee high black boots.
Edward walked into the bedroom and grabbed a pair of boxers from the dresser. "Are you done in the bathroom, beautiful?"
"I just need to put on some makeup but you can go ahead, Edward," I responded. Edward nodded and hopped into the shower. I took out my book from the airport and curled up on the couch in the living room. I hadn't heard Edward finish his shower but he plopped down next to me. His hair was still wet and it flopped in his eyes. "You need a haircut, Edward."
"I know. Can we leave after the laundry is done so I can get the mop cut?" he asked.
"Sounds good to me," I said as I kissed his nose. "I'm going to put some makeup on. I think the washer is done. Can you flip the clothes?"
"Got it, beautiful," he said as he got up. He held out a hand and helped me off the couch. I walked to the bathroom and put some makeup on my pale features. I used the stuff that I was given on New Year's Eve to cover my remaining bruises on my jaw. They were almost gone, but were noticeable without the makeup. I finished putting on my makeup and shrugged.
That's as good as it's going to get.
I walked back into the living room and found Edward looking at my guitar case. "Do you want to play it, Edward?" I asked, stifling a giggle.
He nodded and bounced over to my new guitar. He reverently took it out of the case and strummed the strings. He made a face and I did the same. It was horribly out of tune. I reached for the guitar. I quickly tuned it and passed it back to Edward. He plucked out a few songs and hummed. "This is a sweet guitar, Bella."
"Yeah. Emmett and Charlie got it for me for Christmas. Emmett must have told him that Jacob broke my other one," I explained, wrinkling my nose in distaste. "It has great action and it's easy to play. However, I haven't had a chance because my wrist hurts when I play too much."
"That's understandable. It'll take time before you can really rock out on this," Edward smirked. "Until then, can I use it?"
"Any time you want, handsome," I replied. He grinned at me and continued playing my guitar idly. I picked up my book and continued reading. After about a half hour, Edward put my guitar back in its case and laid his head on my lap as I read. I ran my fingers through his soft hair until the dryer buzzed. He got up and switched the clothes. He dashed and put the laundry away and quickly returned to his spot with his head in my lap.
"Bella?" he asked as he laced his fingers with mine.
"Yes, Edward?" I returned.
"I don't want push you or anything, but when do you want to get married?" he asked as he looked up at me.
I put my book down and looked down at his handsome face. "How about this summer, if it's feasible," I suggested.
"You don't want to wait until we're done with school?" he questioned.
"Do you?" I countered.
"Hell no. I want you to be Mrs. Cullen like yesterday," he smiled. I giggled, caressing his cheek. He captured my hand, pressing a soft kiss to my palm.
"Okay, then let's focus on this summer," I stated. "School starts in September. How about we focus on late July or early August."
Edward pulled out his phone and looked at the dates. "How about August thirteenth? It'll give us two weeks before school starts to go on our honeymoon," Edward grinned.
"I like that. August thirteenth it is! That means we have eight months to plan a wedding. Do you think we can do it?" I asked.
"With Alice and Esme on the job, definitely. They are the queens of planning," Edward laughed. He sat up and gently cupped my chin, rubbing his thumb on my bottom lip. "We're getting married. We set a date. I love you, Mrs. Cullen."
"I love you, too, Edward. Who says I'm taking your name, though?" I teased. "Perhaps I want to stay 'Swan.' Or at least hyphenate."
"Bella," Edward warned.
"I'm kidding, Edward. Jeez," I replied, kissing his nose. The dryer buzzed and I got up to put this batch of clothes away. "You want to get your hair cut after I'm done?"
