I waited, he was staring off into space, with his mouth hanging wide open. Maybe I should repeat myself.
"Edward? Be honest, if you don't want to marry me, then tell me, but I would really appreciate it if you said something."
I watched as his eyes slowly refocused and he closed his mouth. His expression was hard, determined.
"I'm not saying no, but are you sure you want to?"
I thought about it as quickly as possible. I was testing him. If he agreed to marry me, then he did love me, if this was all a joke to him, then he would say no. It was easy to decide.
"I definitely want to. I mean, I love you, I've had experience dating, and I know when something is wrong, but I can tell you do love me. So, of course I want to marry you. But, do you want to marry me?"
"Let me think about this for a little bit."
He walked over and sat down on the sofa. His eyes on the floor. I kept my eyes on him, waiting. I sat as still as possible, just waiting and wondering what was going through his head. Maybe he really didn't love me. What if he didn't want me? I pushed that thought away.
About an hour later, he finally stirred. He looked up at me and I looked back, wondering what his answer would be.
"I thought the guy was supposed to propose, not the other way around."
I stared down at the ground now, trying to keep the tears from falling.
"I know I love you, but isn't this going to fast for you?"
I didn't look up as I said,"No, this is at the perfect pace."
"Well then,"he said.
He pulled my chin up and grabbed my hand, pulling me off the bed, until I was standing just inches from him. He made me look at him, never letting my hand go.
"Elizabeth Martin,"he said as he repositioned himself onto one knee. I gasped, then he continued,"I love you, and you love me. I want you forever and ever, and I promise to love you every second, of every day of forever. And I need you to answer this question. Will you marry me?"
I smiled, a really big smile. I watched as his hand reached into his pocket and pulled out the velvet black box, the one with the ring that ding dong had returned, the most beautiful ring in the world.
"Of course, Edward Cullen, yes I'll marry you."
He opened the box and pulled out the ring. He slid it onto my finger and it fit perfectly.
"This ring was the one my father gave to my mother. And I want you to have it."
And for the first time, he kissed me, full on the lips. And I kissed back. It felt nice, this was a passionate kiss, but I could tell he was holding back. I enjoyed the kiss very much, but much too soon did he pull away.
I looked at him, confused.
"It's nothing against you, but I don't want to hurt you, which could very easily happen, honey."
"I know, you have super strength and all, but I did enjoy the kiss."
"As did I. But tomorrow, I want to ask you every question I can think of, no matter how stupid, I want you to answer as best you can and honest."
"Okay, but why tomorrow?"
He looked to the windows, it had gotten dark, and I hadn't realized it.
"Oh."
"I'll let you sleep now. For the wedding, I want you to decide."
"Okay," I said, sitting on the bed.
He leaned down and kissed me again. I tried to kiss back only a little bit, and then he left the room. I laid down for a little bit, before deciding I should get ready.
I grabbed the bag from off the floor and then I grabbed my PJs and headed for the bathroom. I changed into my light pink tank top with a monkey on it and the matching pajama pants, and brushed my teeth. Then I went back to bed.
"Edward? Be honest, if you don't want to marry me, then tell me, but I would really appreciate it if you said something."
I watched as his eyes slowly refocused and he closed his mouth. His expression was hard, determined.
"I'm not saying no, but are you sure you want to?"
I thought about it as quickly as possible. I was testing him. If he agreed to marry me, then he did love me, if this was all a joke to him, then he would say no. It was easy to decide.
"I definitely want to. I mean, I love you, I've had experience dating, and I know when something is wrong, but I can tell you do love me. So, of course I want to marry you. But, do you want to marry me?"
"Let me think about this for a little bit."
He walked over and sat down on the sofa. His eyes on the floor. I kept my eyes on him, waiting. I sat as still as possible, just waiting and wondering what was going through his head. Maybe he really didn't love me. What if he didn't want me? I pushed that thought away.
About an hour later, he finally stirred. He looked up at me and I looked back, wondering what his answer would be.
"I thought the guy was supposed to propose, not the other way around."
I stared down at the ground now, trying to keep the tears from falling.
"I know I love you, but isn't this going to fast for you?"
I didn't look up as I said,"No, this is at the perfect pace."
"Well then,"he said.
He pulled my chin up and grabbed my hand, pulling me off the bed, until I was standing just inches from him. He made me look at him, never letting my hand go.
"Elizabeth Martin,"he said as he repositioned himself onto one knee. I gasped, then he continued,"I love you, and you love me. I want you forever and ever, and I promise to love you every second, of every day of forever. And I need you to answer this question. Will you marry me?"
I smiled, a really big smile. I watched as his hand reached into his pocket and pulled out the velvet black box, the one with the ring that ding dong had returned, the most beautiful ring in the world.
"Of course, Edward Cullen, yes I'll marry you."
He opened the box and pulled out the ring. He slid it onto my finger and it fit perfectly.
"This ring was the one my father gave to my mother. And I want you to have it."
And for the first time, he kissed me, full on the lips. And I kissed back. It felt nice, this was a passionate kiss, but I could tell he was holding back. I enjoyed the kiss very much, but much too soon did he pull away.
I looked at him, confused.
"It's nothing against you, but I don't want to hurt you, which could very easily happen, honey."
"I know, you have super strength and all, but I did enjoy the kiss."
"As did I. But tomorrow, I want to ask you every question I can think of, no matter how stupid, I want you to answer as best you can and honest."
"Okay, but why tomorrow?"
He looked to the windows, it had gotten dark, and I hadn't realized it.
"Oh."
"I'll let you sleep now. For the wedding, I want you to decide."
"Okay," I said, sitting on the bed.
He leaned down and kissed me again. I tried to kiss back only a little bit, and then he left the room. I laid down for a little bit, before deciding I should get ready.
I grabbed the bag from off the floor and then I grabbed my PJs and headed for the bathroom. I changed into my light pink tank top with a monkey on it and the matching pajama pants, and brushed my teeth. Then I went back to bed.
