This is La Tua Cantante in Edward's POV--as was promised. A lot of your unanswered questions from BPOV will be answered in this story. So I hope you enjoy and please rate and comment. I love hearing from you guys!
5. Chapter 5: Proposal
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I watched her as she slept, memorizing her every stir, her every breath, her every word...which was always related to me. I couldn't help but be incredibly smug at that.
I traced her features with my fingertips, causing her to moan, "Edward," nestle further into me, and roll over, turning away from me.
Involuntarily, I growled at that in protest, and began kissing the side of her neck repeatedly, holding her against me, and trailing the back of my hand up and down her arm.
She stirred, signaling that she was awake, and nestled even further into me, curving her body into mine.
"Hello." She said, sleepily.
"Mm..." I responded, unable to stop kissing her neck, almost like a compulsion and trailing my hand down her arm to pick up her hand.
She slid the back of her hand against the palm of mine, searching for my fingers. Our fingers entwined and she brought our hands to her lips, kissing every inch of my hand, as my other hand ran slowly across her stomach.
"Morning," I whispered, now trailing my lips along her jawbone, "How'd you sleep?"
"Perfect," she breathed, "You're so amazing."
Hah! Yeah, right. Did she really wanna pull at that thread? "You really wanna play this game?" I asked, mischievously, hoping she would say yes.
"Actually...yeah." She said, clearly trying not to sound cocky, though she had every right to. "How'd I do?" She asked, bluntly.
I shrugged, "That depends." It would be beyond perfect if she would only agree to marry me. Maybe one more talk after giving in would convince her. I did this for her; that was only fair.
"On?" Her heart stuttered. She sounded quite nervous; it was utterly adorable.
"What your answer is to me." I said, revelling in my ability to be so cryptic and drive her absolutely insane with it.
"That's not fair; I asked first." She protested.
"That's not the question I was referring to." I said, turning her to face me.
"Well, I asked mine first." She said, trailing her index finger down the bridge of my nose to my lips.
God, she felt so amazing. I kissed her fingers and then reached up and took her hand, holding it against my cheek as I spoke. "Well, that's fair. You are..." I struggled to find the right words--any words to do her justice--in vain, as they did not exist, "--so utterly perfect." I had to settle for that meaningless word that had nothing on her. "So perfect, it hurts me."
She snorted. "Why are you laughing?" I asked, irritated at her refusal to open her damn eyes and see the obvious, "I'm serious. Last night was the best night of my life. And, I know it always will be. There are no words to describe you and how much I love you. No words do you justice."
Literally. Over a century and having seen more than anyone could ever dream existed, I was at a complete loss for words. The deepest sentiment, the most beautiful art, the deepest emotions--nothing could accurately describe my love for her.
"Don't judge me...a little prideful." She said, obviously avoiding an argument.
I couldn't help but smirk at that, knowing she could never be a prideful person. "You should be. You have the right to be 100 times more prideful than Rosalie is and then some." More like infinitive times more prideful, but I couldn't exactly put that into words. "But, you are the most humble person I know."
She chuckled once and kissed me softly on the lips, before saying, "Now for you. Let's just say that...those definitely were not screams of pain." She said, chuckling softly.
Whoa! I had never thought her capable of being so blunt. My God, I have completely corrupted her. I was utterly appalled at her words.
"Bella!" I reprimanded, my chuckle betraying my feigned emotion. "I am utterly appalled at you! But, while we're being so open about it, can I just be a little prideful myself; yes, ma'am. You are welcome."
She laughed, "I'm proud of you. Finally able to be open, huh?"
She wanted to talk being close-minded?! "Um, excuse me?" I said, with a smile.
She rolled her eyes, "That's different. I couldn't help it that you couldn't read my mind, but you loved to torture me endlessly with your...cryptic crap. Why couldn't you ever just say what you meant?"
"Misery loves company?" I shrugged. If I had to suffer, she most definitely would suffer with me.
She shook her head, "Then, you wouldn't want me. I can never be miserable with you."
Which brings us back to..."I sure hope not, because you seem to think it would be the worst thing in the world." Not that I blamed her.
"What?!" She was half-confused, half-irritated.
"You want me forever, but you won't say 'I do.' "
"Edward," she whined, trying to turn her head away, but I held it firmly in place so that she had to look at me, determined to get a yes out of her.
"Bella, you can't avoid the subject forever."
"Oh, yes, I can't; I'm gonna live forever."
Oh! She wanted to play that card? I could play too; it was my decision to make, not hers. "You want me to change you? I'll change my mind; keep pushin' it." I said, stubbornly, refusing to let her avoid it any longer, using the one weapon against her that I had now.
"Why do you hate me?" She cringed away from me. She was one to talk: why was she so damn ridiculous?!
"I don't hate you; I love you. I love you so much that it hurts that you keep trying to avoid it. I mean, is there something fundamentally unmarriable about me?"
"No!" She said, irritably, "I've already told you. It's not you at all; it's me. It's my issues. Please don't make them yours."
Oh, I wished it was that simple! Like that was even an option. "They already are, Bella. They are inevitably mine because you are mine."
"Edward, please...don't do this."
I wished I didn't have to...but she gave me no other option. Everything inside me told me that marrying her was vital. I had to do it; it was just right. How could I deny muself such perfection? How could she expect me to deny myself the bliss of having her? What was wrong with me? There had to be a reason why she was so stubborn on the issue. A legitimate reason.
"Don't what? Don't love you? Don't want you forever? I'm sorry; you know what, I didn't know I got a choice in that."
"No...that's not what I meant..." she immediately tried to amend what she had said, "Edward, I know what this means to you. And, I'm sorry that I can't be happier about it. I am thrilled beyond belief to spend forever with you. It's just the whole concept of marriage...scares me. It always has. And, I am so sorry, but I can't help it. I will marry you. I will. You are the only man I would ever deem worthy of marrying. You are the only one I would consider doing this for. After everything you've done for me; everything you've become to me, how could I not?"
A smile twitched on the corners of my lips, "So, is that...yes? Is that a yes?"
"Yes." She said, clearly trying to hide her seething hatred of the idea. "Yes, Edward Cullen, I will marry you."
I smiled and sat up, "Good. Then, I can give you...this."
I reached over to her nightstand and grabbed the black box, making sure she couldn't see what I was getting, not wanting to spoil it.
She propped herself up on one elbow and struggled to see around me. "Edward, what...are you...doing?"
I turned back around and showed her the ring, dreading her reaction to it, considering how flamboyant it was, knowing she would probably actually prefer just a plain, simple gold band, but I couldn't do that. She deserved beauty and flamboyance whether she wanted it or not. She deserved the universe.
She gasped slightly and I grabbed her left hand, struggling to keep my hand steady as I did so, sliding it onto her finger. "It was my mother's. And now...it's yours...if you'll have it."
She tilted her hand so that the sunlight cast rainbows on it, bouncing off my hand as well, causing my hand to sparkle brightly. Bella stared at my hand, almost in a daze before looking up at me, "Of course I'll have it." She said, softly, "I'll have you."
I kissed her softly, before saying, "Yay," unable to control my overwhelming happiness, which consumed me, filling me with a fire that I had never felt before.
God, I was so happy--I never knew such happiness existed. Was this how Carlisle felt when he fell in love with Esme? Or Emmett with Rosalie? Jasper with Alice? Now, I finally understood their thrill in it and hteir need to be with one another almost every second of every day. I could not imagine spend more time than absolutely needed away from Bella. That was torturous enough.
"And now, you need breakfast. Let's get dressed and then I can stay for a bit, but I'm going hunting with Emmett today." Damn it. And Emmett would be eager to go, so I didn't have long with Bella.
She pouted and I chuckled, "I'll be back soon. Promise. Superspeed, remember?"
She smiled and kissed me one more time, before we got up, got dressed, and headed downstairs, hand-in-hand to the kitchen.
- Chapter 1: Nothing
- Chapter 2: Risks
- Chapter 3: Life and Death
- Chapter 4: Carpe Diem
- Chapter 5: Proposal
- Chapter 6: Breakfast
- Chapter 7: Grizzly Bear
- Chapter 8: Mountain Lions
- Chapter 9: Control
- Chapter 10: Misery
- Chapter 11: Realizations
- Chapter 12: Courage
- Chapter 13: Intimacies
- Chapter 14: Alone
- Chapter 15: Sex Dream
- Chapter 16: Discussions
- Chapter 17: Third Time's a Charm
- Chapter 18: Celebration
- Chapter 19: Triumph
- Chapter 20: First Night
- Chapter 21: The Civil War
- Chapter 22: Absurdities
- Chapter 23: Dealings
- Chapter 24: Unrepentance
- Chapter 25: Comfort
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