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Edward's Birthday Suprise

It's Edward's 107th Birthday and Bella has a very special suprise planned for him. How will he handle it.

This was my first story. I wasn't happy with the way it turnd out, so I took it down. I decided to add some more to it and edited somethings. Now that I'm comfortable with the way it's turning out, I feel better about posting it. Enjoy = ) BPOV

10. Edward's Surprise (EPOV)

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She gently begin sliding her hand down my chest, tracing the plains of it. Her hand was so warm against my cold skin that I almost felt like I really was human again. Then again, I always felt that way with Bella. I closed my eyes and my breathing picked up causing my chest to rise and fall. I once again had an erection that was caused just by her mere warm, sensual, touch. I just wish she’d believe me that she has this effect on me with very little effort on her part.

I considered allowing my arousal to rub against her. The wedding was coming up soon, and after that she’d know what she does to me. I decided against it. Although I had a sever hard on, I still felt in control and saw no reason to stop us just yet.

She softly kiss my lips and let her hand slide down to the waist of my jeans. I then knew where this was gone as she reached for the button of my pants. My eyes immediately popped open and I grabbed her hands in mines to stop her.

“Bella love, what are you doing?” I asked.

She looked at me completely mortified with embarrassment as her blood rushed to her pale face. I gently placed my hand to her warm, flushed cheek. I felt so bad, I knew her feelings were hurt now, and I had caused it. I would never hurt her intentionally, and she knows that. That’s why I always stop us, if we get too carried away and I hurt her it would destroy me. I wished she could understand that when we do finally make love for the first time it will take everything I have with in myself to not lose control kill her.

“All you do is anything and everything I ask of you.” she said, nearly in tears. God please don’t cry Bella, you know I can’t stand for you to cry, I thought as she continued. “You have no limits as to what you will do to make me happy. Why wont you let me make you happy for once?” I could say the same thing about you, I thought. How could she not realize how happy she had already made me. She had given me this wonderful birthday gift, and she was gone to give me her hand in marriage and be my wife. She was gone to give up her human life in order to spend eternity with me. Although, I was against her ending her life, the thought of her and I together forever made me want it. I had to be the happiest guy in history at this point.

“Bella love, don’t you see.” I replied, “You do make me happy. Just the knowledge that you love me and trust me enough to allow me to be alone with you is enough to make me happy.” I said, trying to think of a way to lighten the mood. “Besides, what kind of gentlemen would I be if I was to allow you to go through with your seduction knowing you’ve had so much to drink.” I smiled hoping she would be amused and forgive me for hurting her feelings the way I had.

“I’m not drunk!” she shouted as she pushed me away from her. Apparently I was not going to be forgiven so easily this time around.

“Bella, please don’t be mad. When the time is right, after were married, I swear to you we will try.”

“Just take me home.” she demanded as she got up from the blanket and begin to pack up everything.

“Bella, please understand, I want to do this with you, really I do. I want it more than anything else right now, but I want to do it the right way.” I explained as I got to my feet.

She never responded, instead she stayed quite. Obviously she was giving me the silent treatment.

“Bella, don’t me mad.” I said bending down for her to climb on my back, but once again she remained silent.

Having sex was something nether one of us had experienced, so it was the one thing that we could experience for the first time together. Why couldn’t she understand that I wanted it to be perfect and memorable. In a warm, soft bed, not on a blanket on the cold hard ground.

No matter when our first time happen, I would always have memory of it due to the fact that I was already a vampire. She on the other hand might not. Despite my request for us to wait till she was changed to make love, so that there was no risk of hurting her in any way, she insisted on us making love while she was still human. Her last human experience, as she called it. Once a human is changed they forget most of their human memories. I didn’t want our first time to be one of the memories that she losses. I wanted it to stay with her for all of our eternity together.

We finally reached the car. I set her down and opened her car door for her, she didn’t say a word. Not hearing her angle like voice is torture, I thought as I climbed into the drivers side of the car.

“Bella, please talk to me.” I begged as I started the car and headed home. She just glared at me and I knew I was now officially in the dog house.

Bella giving me the silent treatment was worse than death to me. It crushed me when she wouldn’t speak to me. If it were possible it would brake my heart. It was something she very seldom did because our fights were rarely this bad. Infact I think this is the worse fight we've ever had. She must have saw the anguish in my face that was caused by her not talking to me, because she finally spoke.

“I’m sorry,” she said. What the hell is she apologizing for, I was the one who hurt her feelings, I thought. “I just wanted to do something nice for you birthday.” she added.

Although it had only been about twenty minutes since she had spoken to me, hearing her voice again was like an enigma to me.

“Bella, it was nice,” I answered, “We spent a whole day wrapped in one another’s loving embrace, what could be more perfect?”

“It’s just you never seem to want me the way I want you.”

Here we go again, I thought.

“Bella, that’s absurd. How could you think I don’t want you in every possible way?”

“Because,” she answered, “You’re always so controlled. You never get caught up in the moment the way I do.”

“I’m always so controlled because I have to be, not because I want to be. It took everything in my power for me to stop you from going through with your seduction back there.” I pointed out, “I wanted nothing more than for you to continue, but I couldn’t allow it. It’s for your own good. As much as I want to lose control with you I can’t. I must stay in control to keep from hurting you.” I had hoped that she’d finally heed my warning about how dangerous or intimacy could be for her if I lost control, but I had no such luck.

“Edward, when are you going to get over that fear?” she asked.

“Never,” I answered, “Not until your changed and I know there’s no risk. Not only that I want our first time to be perfect.”

“Edward, what could have bee more perfect then right there in our meadow.” she said, “It’s where you took me on our first official date. It’s where you showed me how truly inhumanly beautiful you are in the sun. It’s where we shared our first kiss. It’s where we first told one another of our true feelings. That place holds so much sentimental value to us, it’s where we had our first everything. Why shouldn’t it have been the place where we made love for the first time?”

“Bella, I swear to you once we’re married we will try.”

She gave me the silent treatment the rest of the way home. This time I didn’t mind so much. It gave me time to think about what she had just said and the first time I had taken her to our meadow. It We had recently just met, and it was part of my several attempts to show her and explain to her just how dangerous I was, but she never once feared me. Eventually I gave into my deep desire to be with her and soon we were madly, deeply, movingly, in love with one another. It was another memory I’d hoped she'd keep once she was changed.