Friends with Benefits

Chapter One Hundred Twelve

Things I own: my sanity (though, that's debatable at times), not enough time to write and incredible friends and family!!

Things I don't: Twilight, Edward and Bella (Damn. It.)

Chapter 112

BPOV

Edward and I dropped off our bag into his bedroom. It felt weird to be entertaining the idea of sleeping in there with him. For as long as they had lived in Chicago, I'd stayed in the guest room. In fact, the guest room was decorated according to my tastes. Yes, the last time I stayed with the Cullen's, Edward and I shared a bed, but we hadn't slept together at that point and it was in the guest room since Rosalie was being a bitch about not sleeping with Emmett. My mind was going a million miles a minute, trying to wrap my head around it.

"You look too deep in thought, pretty girl," Edward quipped, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Sleeping here," I said, gesturing to his room. "I mean, we've shared a bed in your parents' house before but sleeping here? In here? In your room?"

"It's a room, Bells. A little bit bigger than your room and decorated far more masculine," he laughed. "My room is in the same house, on the same floor and facing the direction as your room."

"That! Right there is why it's weird!" I snorted.

"I don't follow."

"The fact that you called the guest room my room," I replied, turning in his arms. "I should be sleeping there."

"No. You shouldn't," he said, taking my face in his hands. "If it means so much to you, we can sleep in the guest room and not in here."

"That's silly," I argued. "This is your room. You should be able to sleep here."

"This argument is silly," he chuckled.

"You're right," I sighed. "I'm sorry. It's just weird being here as your girlfriend and not Alice's best friend, or yours. I suspect they're happy about it, but it's going to take some time for me to wrap my head around it."

"Happy is putting it mildly, Bells. You're mine, baby," Edward snickered, pulling me to his side and kissing my lips. "And I don't plan on letting you go." I just melted when I heard that. He had said those words a lot, along with his promise that he wouldn't change who he was just because he was dating me. I still struggled with that fact, but his reassurances did help my overactive imagination. I had a long way to go to overcome all of the negativity from the ex-boyfriends, but I was trying. "Come on, pretty girl. Let's check on my mom to see if she's drunken herself into a puddle."

Threading our fingers together, we went downstairs to check on Esme. She was working on making a potato casserole. Next to the pan was a very large tumbler filled with scotch and two cubes of ice. I asked if there was anything that she needed help with and Esme gave me a warm smile. Our assignment was to make dessert for Easter. She handed me her recipe book, which was treasured in the Cullen family, asking me to choose a cake for dessert. Edward and I settled on rum cake and we began making it while Esme finished up with the casseroles.

A few hours later and an empty rum bottle, we went out to eat. Alice and Jasper had finally arrived. Carlisle was the only one missing but he was going to meet us at the restaurant, Wildfire. Dinner was a fun affair, filled with lively conversations and plans for the summer. Alice dominated most of the evening with an update of the wedding plans. She even took out her iPad, showing us ideas she had for the reception hall that she had found on Pinterest. She also had ideas for wedding dresses, bridesmaid dresses and floral arrangements. The guys had a dazed look on their faces, as did I, but Esme and Alice fawned over the tablet with rapt attention.

Back at the house, Edward and I went downstairs to watch a movie while Alice and Jasper went upstairs to bed. Emmett was meeting up with some friends at a bar close by and Esme and Carlisle were going to watch some television in the family room. Curling up against my boyfriend, we settled into see Gravity.

"I can't believe Alice and the wedding stuff," Edward said, his fingers idly playing with my hair. "Are all women like that?"

"Wedding crazed? No," I snorted. "Most women have been planning their nuptials since they first saw Cinderella and the big poofy dress. They want the fairy tale."

"You didn't?" Edward asked.

"Not to the extent of Alice," I answered. "Yes, I did imagine my wedding, but suffice it to say, it was a less formal occasion."

"Describe it for me."

"You serious?" I questioned, turning back to look at him in shock. "You've just spent the past two and half hours listen to yoursister yammer on about her wedding. You want to hear about my imaginary wedding?"

"I'm just curious," Edward said, shrugging noncommittally. I looked him, somewhat flummoxed that he wanted to hear about this. He smiled crookedly, kissing my lips. "Please, Bells? I want to see how much you're not like my sister."

"Okay," I said. "I'm simpler, really. I like to dress as much as the next girl, but my wedding day will be a day of fun and celebration. Not a stuffy, over-the-top affair. An outdoor, backyard ceremony with a comfy dress for myself and my bridesmaids. The guys would be casual in suits, but not tuxedos. The reception...a barbeque? I don't know. I just want to have fun on my wedding day. Enjoy and relish my future husband and family." I bit my lip, snuggling to his side. He held me close to his body.

My heart dared to dream...could I have that happily ever after with Edward?

A/N: Kind of a fluffy chapter...some of Bella's insecurities but she shared her dream with Edward in regards to her wedding. Up next will be some lemony goodness. A trip back in time. Leave me some.