"What exactly is she planning right now?"--Bella Swan, Chapter 21 banner by me :) What if Edward never returned when he first left Bella? Bella now has a second chance at love and life, but how exactly would her life be if Edward never returned? How would her life change when Edward comes back?
5. Ring In Wine
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A lot of fluff and stuff. Haha. I'm sick of myself with this chapter, I hate being so corny xD but it felt be nice with Connor and Bella. So hope you enjoy :]
Chapter 5: Ring in Wine
“Bye, Angela.” I waved to my long time roommate and friend as I exited the door.
“Have a fun night!” She called from the kitchen, she was preparing for a night with her boyfriend, too.
Connor escorted me to his car, smiling brightly. “You look lovely in that dress.” He complimented as we walked towards his car.
I blushed in the moonlight sky, “thank you. I love it,” I said giving him a thank you kiss.
He had bought me the dress when we were in a boutique Phoenix, as an early anniversary present. This night we were going to go to our anniversary dinner and Connor had gone all out making sure tonight would come out perfect.
Connor had made reservations at a romantic and beautiful restaurant in Port Angeles, he wore a nice suit, made sure nothing would interrupt us, and made me promise to not complain about how much he would spend that night.
We chatted happily in the car in the way to the restaurant. An hour and a half later and we had arrived. I gaped at the luxurious restaurant and already began to groan internally about how much Connor would have to spend tonight.
He noticed my face and smiled, “you promised, Bella,” he reminded opening the door for me.
I bit my lip, “I know but Connor you know I hate it when you spend so much.” I looked at him with begging eyes.
He chuckled, “that won’t work Bella, sweetie,” he answered my stare, “and I love spending money on you, you’re worth every penny and more.” He held my hand softly.
I blushed and he smiled kindly.
“Waters-- reservation for two.” Connor said to the hostess behind the podium. She scanned the list and found his name. “Right this way,” the tall blond said escorting us to our booth.
Connor pulled out the seat for me like gentleman he always was and then sat across from me.
The hostess handed us the menus, “your waiter will soon arrive,” she said and returned to her post behind the podium.
“Thank you,” Connor said to her.
I scanned through the menu’s prices before looking at the actual food, the least priced item on the menu was twenty dollars. I widened my eye at the insane prices on the menu. But Connor didn’t seem to worry.
Connor ordered our drinks first and then asked me if I had chosen my entrée. When I told him no he just smiled and said, “I knew you would say that, that’s why I picked for you while I picked my own.”
“Thanks.” I said, “knowing you, you probably ordered the most expensive meal on the menu.” I said with a mock-glare.
He shrugged, “maybe, maybe not, but price does not matter. I also saw if it was something you would like.” He explained with his smile I adored.
The waiter came back with our drinks and took our order then he excused himself.
Connor held my eyes with a soft gaze and a soft smile, I loved it when he looked at me like that. He reached over the table for my hand, I placed it in his palm and he rubbed soft circles on it with his thumb, not letting go of my gaze.
“I love you,” he said softly.
I smiled warmly, “I love you, too.”
His smile grew thoughtful, “remember the first day we met?”
I nodded, “I will never forget that day,” I answered, “my life made a turn for the best.” I said with a smile and I meant what I said. My life was better after I met Connor. It was his turn to blush, only slightly, Connor didn’t blush as much as I did. “Mine did, too.” He answered warmly.
“I’m still incredibly sorry I hurt you,” he said referring to the day we met, “I wasn’t watching were I was going.”
“It was just a shopping cart that ran into my thigh, Connor, it’s okay.” I giggled.
“Well I feel like I rammed into you pretty hard, dear.” He said with a smile, “but you looked so cute with that surprised face you did.”
“So did you, with your worried expression of running into me.” I remembered back to that day, “I think you got a little too worried, I remembered thinking you were the sweetest as you offered to take me to my car.”
“Well I felt incredibly sorry and I automatically liked you so I wanted to spend a little more time with you, I’m just glad you didn’t think I was some sort of psycho.” He laughed softly.
“And I thought I would seem desperate wanting to be with you, what with all the complaining of my thigh and the ‘can you please stay while the pain subsides incase I need anymore help’,” I giggled at my pitiful attempts to seem like a damsel in distress.
Connor laughed at the memory and switched to another one, “do you remember when you brought me home to meet Charlie?” His eyes widened at the thought and he shook his head, “he gave me hell that night.”
I giggled at how much Charlie loathed Connor the first time he met him.
Our food arrived then, the waiter smiled at the happiness he saw between us. “Anything else you two might want?” He asked.
“No thank you, we’re fine for now,” Connor answered and the waiter retreated.
While we ate our food we talked over the good memories. Like our first date, “we went for a small picnic at the park,” Connor said remembering our first date, “I remembered thinking you were a great cook and loving every food you had made.”
“And I remembered thinking you were so romantic with your candles and poetry and renting a pedal boat to ride in the lake.” I said.
He laughed, “and when you nearly fell into the lake after trying to touch the water,” he mused, giving my hand a small pump.
I made a face, “an unsteady boat doesn’t really help me, I can barely keep my balance on firm land,” I joked and he laughed.
We continued talking about what we had been through the past four years together, reciting every memorable moment we’ve had with each other, laughing over the funny stuff we’ve done, and tearing up and the most romantic. I realized how many wonderful memories and times I’d had with Connor.
Connor called the waiter over, “I’d like to order the special wine, please.”
The waiter nodded and retreated to get the bottle of wine.
“Don’t worry, it’s not strong.” He reassured, “I know you don’t like hard stuff and neither do I,” he explained.
The waiter popped the wine cork and set the wine on the table and excused himself once more. Connor served our drinks and raised his glass for a toast.
“For these past four wonderful years we’ve spent together,” we clinked our glasses together, “may there be more to come.” And we drank the wine.
I noticed something shimmering in the bottom of my glass. I poured it into my hand a gazed at the lovely jewel on my palm. “Connor, what is this?” I looked at him, he had a brilliant smile on him, warm and excited.
He grabbed the ring from my palm, and placed himself on the floor, kneeling on one knee. My heart pounded in my chest, for I knew what would come next.
I blinked at him on the floor, surprise probably written all over my face.
He cleared his throat softly and looked me straight in the eyes, passion was all I read in them.
“Isabella Marie Swan,” he pronounced my full name with a voice that melted my heart, “we have spent many wonderful years with each other, many wonderful memories and stories lie between us,” he continued as my heart continued to pound. “And I want more years to cherish with you, I want to spend my life with you.” He held the ring up to my finger, “I ask you now, on our four year Anniversary; will you marry me?”
I stared back into his blue eyes with a bright smile. I could barely speak; I felt a knot in my throat and I could feel the tears well up in my eyes. I felt blissful. Without any hesitation I nodded, and a choked up “yes,” made it through my mouth.
Connor’s smile grew more brilliant and he slid the beautiful ring in my finger. He stared at me with great enthusiasm, with blue eyes sparkling, “I love you.” He whispered.
Tears of happiness streamed down my face, “I love you, too,” and I bent down to kiss my fiancée.
So you happy Bella said yes or are you still saying, "NO!! What about Edward!?!?!"
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