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-= Bella =-

As the credits rolled to the third and final horror movie, I was on Edward's lap with my arms tight around his neck. He chuckled breathily in my ear. He reached up and untwined my arms from him, gently placing them crossed on my stomach.

"You two are so cute," Rosalie cooed, and I rolled my eyes at her.

At least I didn't spend half of the movie runtime snogging someone's face off.

*cough cough* Rose and Emmett *cough cough*

It was a couple minutes past one p.m. now, and I felt my stomach rumble beneath my chilled hands.

Seriously, was it always this cold in their house? The only thing keeping me from shivering was Edward - and he was preparing to get up.

Before I could stop myself, my arms flung around his neck again.

"No!" I cried desperately, cold and craving his touch. His arms went around my waist as he eyed me curiously.

I blushed furiously as I slowly unlatched my arms.

"S-sorry," I stuttered. His eyebrow perked.

"Are you cold?" he asked - the first words he had spoken since the first movie started - and the butterflies hit me like a ton of bricks. Is it possible to miss someone's voice so much without even realizing it?

I suddenly realized that he was waiting for an answer, but the butterflies prevented me from speaking, so I just nodded my head.

He pursed his lips before turning his gaze towards Emmett.

"Sorry man, you have to make lunch yourself. I have to take care of Bella McFreezyPants over here," he smirked, poking me in the ribs. I frowned at him, my eyes narrowing into slits.

"Awe, Bells! You lost me my best cook," Emmett whined.

"I'll help you, baby," Rose offered.

"Nevermind, Bells, you're off the hook," Emmett called as he smirked at Rose, a glint in his dark brown eyes.

They were so perfect together, I realized as they walked out to the kitchen together. The way Emmett looked at her... it's like something out of a romance novel.

"He's so whipped," Edward chuckled in my ear, snapping me out of my reverie. "Are you going to stop strangling me now?"

"Oh, right," I said, unlatching myself from him once again. Edward moved his arms to cradling me as I twisted in his lap. I leaned my head on his chest and inhaled his aftershave that, honestly, was addicting.

My right hand went to his shoulder opposite of the one I was nearly lying on, and rubbed it absentmindedly with my thumb.

"Bell?" Edward said after a moment.

"Hmm?" I asked, my eyes closed as I rested against him.

"What are your plans for the future?"

The question caught me off guard as I true to scramble a coherent sentence together. I thought it would be a yes or no question, not that I would have to make a speech. I began to take my head off of his chest to look him in the eyes, but he just gently held it back to him.

How was I supposed to get my thoughts together when I was this close to him?

I tried to ignore the effects his presence had on me and cleared my throat.

"Well," I began, but my voice cracked and I cringed. Clearing my throat one more time, I tried again.

"I would like to go to college next year, me being eighteen and all. I was planning to go to Reinhard, in Georgia. Take the performing arts classes. I always wanted to live somewhere beautiful and tranquil with my husband and two kids," I sighed, smiling.

"What house do you have in mind?" Edward inquired, twisting a lock of my hair in his long fingers.

"A cottage, out in the woods. To the left of a pond, that has a waterfall coming from the canyon side behind the house." I smiled, remembering the house I sketched when I was little. It had always been my dream house.

"Specific. I can picture it, it's lovely." His rare British accent came through as he said the word lovely, and my mouth fell open. I had only heard his accent whenever he called me Isabella, and every time the sexiness of it hits me like a train.

Not noticing - or perhaps, ignoring - my reaction to his British lilt, he continued.

"What genders of kids do you want? What would you name them?"

"Hmm," I considered this for a moment before answering. "A girl and a boy. The boy, Mason. The girl... probably Liliana."

He nodded. "I'd like that, too."

My eyebrow perked curiously, but before I could ask about the double meaning in his words, Emmett and Rosalie announced dinner.

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