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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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“It’s a bummer that you can’t stay at the hotel, Edward,” Jasper said as we got ready in my condo. “Alice and I have a suite and it’s going to be so much fun.”

“I have to go to work tomorrow at ten. If we stay in the hotel, Bella and I are just going to spend the entire night going at it like horny bunny rabbits,” I snorted. Granted, that’s what I wanted to regardless. Hopefully, celebrating our engagement. The ring was buffed, cleaned and sized, nestled in my pocket. “We’re just going back to her place afterward.”

“Do you know how you’re going to propose?” Jasper asked, his eyes dreamy.

“I don’t know. I know that I want it to be just the two of us. You know? I have to somehow get her away from the crowd so I can drop to one knee and promise that I will love her forever. That I want to marry her and be her husband, the father to our children…” Jasper shot me a sharp look. He knew Bella’s history, probably better than most since he was the one who got her the therapist she met with on a weekly basis. “Whether it be biologically or adoption, Jas.”

He nodded, adjusting his bowtie. “You also have to be prepared for Bella not wanting any children, too. She may have been too scarred emotionally with what James did to her, Edward,” he said.

“It doesn’t matter, Jasper. I want her,” I whispered, spraying my cologne on. “Regardless if she wants kids or not.”

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After soaking in the tub until the water cooled and bubbled dissipated, I felt infinitely more comfortable with Edward. I didn’t have any qualms getting out of the tub and for him seeing my naked body. I knew he appreciated it with the response of his growing cock, but he was respectful and let me handle everything in my own way. Though, I did make it harder, in more ways than two, when I put on my pajamas without any underwear.

I thought my boyfriend was going to have an aneurysm.

The next morning, we woke up early and made arrangements to go on a tour of the vineyard at the chateau. We dressed casually in jeans and jackets before meeting in front of the chateau. I was snapping photos of the building and the bay we were overlooking. When Edward wasn’t paying attention, I took numerous photos of him, too. He was quickly becoming my favorite subject to photograph. His face was angular and sexy. His hair was artfully tousled with natural copper highlights. His jaw was square, pronounced and stubbled lightly with his beard. His eyes were a bright jade, twinkling with happiness and love, surrounded by long, dark eyelashes. His nose was slightly crooked from a fight he had when he was in middle school, but it made his features rugged.

“I hear the shutter click, Bella,” Edward said, giving me a crooked grin. “I know you’re taking my picture.”

“What? You’re handsome,” I retorted, batting my eyelashes behind my sunglasses. “You should be a model.”

“Ah, no. My one foray in the modeling world was a firefighter’s calendar for some fundraiser for the hospital. I felt like a piece of man meat,” Edward grumbled. “I was oiled and slicked up. I felt so…so…used. It felt tawdry and…” He shuddered.

“Did you really use the word tawdry?” I snorted.

“I did. It’s how I felt,” he replied, jutting out his lower lip.

“Tawdry?” I laughed.

“You are really damaging my fragile psyche, Isabella,” Edward growled playfully. “I am not a piece of meat to be ogled.”

“And how much money did the calendar raise?” I countered.

“$25,000 for a new children’s wing,” he grumbled.

“Would you do it again?” I asked.

“If you were the photographer and I wasn’t bathed in baby oil, making me look like a damn stripper,” he answered, shrugging slightly.

“Have you been asked?” I questioned, slipping my camera into the bag I had slung over my shoulder.

“Emmett and I were approached during our last shift by the same woman who arranged the previous calendar,” Edward replied. “Emmett jumped at the chance, but I said I’d think about it. The only person I want to objectify me as a sexual being is you.”

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