I waited, he was staring off into space, with his mouth hanging wide open. Maybe I should repeat myself.
"Edward? Be honest, if toi don't want to marry me, then tell me, but I would really appreciate it if toi a dit 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 toi sure toi want to?"
I thought about it as quickly as possible. I was testing him. If he agreed to marry me, then he did l’amour 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 l’amour you, I've had experience dating, and I know when something is wrong, but I can tell toi do l’amour me. So, of course I want to marry you. But, do toi 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 l’amour me. What if he didn't want me? I pushed that thought away.
About an heure 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 l’amour 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 a dit as he repositioned himself onto one knee. I gasped, then he continued,"I l’amour you, and toi l’amour me. I want toi forever and ever, and I promise to l’amour toi every second, of every jour of forever. And I need toi to answer this question. Will toi 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 toi 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, toi have super strength and all, but I did enjoy the kiss."
"As did I. But tomorrow, I want to ask toi every question I can think of, no matter how stupid, I want toi to answer as best toi 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 toi sleep now. For the wedding, I want toi 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 rose tank haut, retour au début with a monkey on it and the matching pajama pants, and brushed my teeth. Then I went back to bed.