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We made out in the courtyard, softly caressing each other
until I started shivering uncontrollably. Edward’s wool tuxedo jacket was warm,
but the temperature had truly dropped. My teeth were chattering. Edward
enfolded me in his arms, his evergreen eyes twinkling with love and devotion.
“I don’t want my fiancée to catch her death,” he said, picking up my hand and
kissing my ring. “Mrs. Cullen…”
I loved that. His voice deepened and he held me
ever-tighter. But my rattling teeth broke the spell. He swept me in his arms,
carrying me back inside and sat us down near a roaring fireplace. He held me to
his body, rubbing his hands over my back and shoulders. “I’m sorry, sweet girl.
I hope you don’t get sick,” he said.
“I’m fine. I just need to defrost,” I smiled, kissing his
lips. He smiled, his warm lopsided grin. His left hand threaded with mine,
looking at the ring that now adorned my finger. “It’s gorgeous, Edward.”
“My Nana, she was a smart woman,” he chuckled, wriggling the
ring with his thumb. “I can’t imagine this on anyone else’s hand but yours.
You’re not mad that it’s not huge or new?” He looked panicked.
“Edward, baby, I love it. You know me,” I whispered,
brushing his hair from his eyes. “This ring has a story, a history. We’re
adding to it, prolonging it and so proud that you chose me to give it to.”
“It was actually my mom who suggested it. I went to talk to
her on Monday, to see if she knew anyone that sold more antique-looking rings.
I never expected her to give me this,” he pulled me closer to his body and he
kissed my ring again. He smiled sweetly. “You’re mine, sweet girl.”
“As you are mine, too,” I giggled, leaning forward to kiss
his soft lips. I pulled back, my laughter growing. “You know Alice is going to
shit a brick, right?”
“Ugh…our wedding is going to be a three-ring circus if we
don’t put the kibosh on her right away,” Edward groaned, rolling his eyes. “I
don’t know about you, but I don’t want the three-ring circus. I want you, me, a
preacher or minister and we’re married.”
“I don’t think your mom would enjoy that too much,” I
quipped.
“True. But something small,” he breathed, tightening his
arms around my waist.
“I do like that,” I beamed.
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