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19. First Date

EPOV

I pulled the car up to the curb, parking right in front of Bella Italia. I hopped out, hurrying around the car at human speed to get Bella's door. She waited patiently for me this time, knowing how important these small gestures of courtesy meant to me. She was a lady and deserved to be treated accordingly. I opened her door and offered my hand to help her out of the car. She accepted it and tried to gracefully join me on the sidewalk. Unfortunately, since this was Bella we were talking about, she promptly stumbled as her foot somehow tangled and didn't clear the edge of the doorway. She would have fallen flat on her face onto the sidewalk, but I had a hold of her and saved the day as usual. She blushed as I caught her once again. I chuckled lightly.

"Don't worry, love," I teased. "I love it when you throw yourself into my arms."

She smirked. "You caught me. I'm not really this clumsy—I'm just trying to get my hands on your body any time I can."

I laughed. "I knew it! But don't worry. I'll never let you fall."

She looked up into my eyes, her amusement fading. "I already have."

"Sweetheart, I've fallen for you too. Your heart is safe with me, just as mine is safe with you."

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "You're so sweet," she whispered. She stood up on tiptoe to brush her lips tenderly against mine. I squeezed her gently. Just then, her stomach growled, bringing us both crashing back to reality. She blushed again, and we both laughed. I stepped back, pulling her further away from the car so I could shut the door. I took her by the hand and walked up to the restaurant. I held the door for her, allowing her to precede me into the room. I put my arm around her as we approached the hostess.

Holy moly! He is divine! I would sell my soul for one night with this guy! He is that hot! Maybe I should give him my number.

She hadn't even noticed Bella. She only had eyes for me. How disgusting. If she wanted to sell her soul, she'd have to find someone else willing to take it, because I wasn't the least bit interested. Couldn't she just do her job?

"How can I help you this evening?" she purred. Anything for you, baby! Anything at all! Don't hesitate to ask. Please. PLEASE.

I could feel Bella stiffen in my embrace, no doubt offended by the hostess's behavior. I looked down at her, allowing the full extent of my adoration and devotion to be displayed prominently on my face. Bella looked up when she felt me staring down at her and gave a startled intake of breath when she intercepted my gaze. Her own face mirrored the depth of eternal love and admiration she felt for me. I watched the hostess out of the corner of my eye, watching her absorb the meaning of our loving exchange.

Of all the rotten luck! He's already taken. And he's head over heels for the girl. Stupid bitch. How did she get so lucky? Why are all the good ones either taken or gay? This is so unfair. Though she obviously loves him just as much. It is rather sweet and romantic seeing them looking at each other that way. Kind of makes me believe true love is more than just a fairytale. Wonder if this guy has a brother.

My lips quirked slightly in amusement. Too bad. My brothers are already taken too. Bella registered my amusement and knew it had something to do with the hostess's thoughts. Her eyes became amused as well. I turned to face the hostess again.

"My fiancé and I would like a private table in the nonsmoking section please. I wanted to discuss our honeymoon with her."

I felt Bella shudder with repressed amusement. She lifted her hand to her mouth for a polite cough. She surprised me when she decided to join in the game. She gave the hostess a wink, then leaned against me with a dreamy smile, putting both arms around my waist possessively.

"Private would good, very good," Bella murmured suggestively, just loud enough for the hostess to hear. The hostess's eyes widened, and she was practically drooling with envy. Her thoughts were jumbled and incoherent, which was good, because I didn't really want to hear them anyway.

"Right this way," the hostess stuttered, leading us to a secluded corner booth. An image of Bella and me on the bench with my hand up her skirt and her writhing against it flashed through the girl's mind. I rolled my eyes. I was a gentleman. I would never do something like that with Bella in a public place. I wasn't Emmett, for Pete's sake. At least not until we're married, the hot-blooded man in me urged as a compromise with the highly moral gentleman in me. Great. Not only do I hear other people's voices inside my head, but now I'm having arguments with myself.

I handed Bella into her seat before discreetly sitting across from her.

"Your waitress should be with you in a few minutes," she stated, trying to catch my eye. I waved her away indifferently, never taking my eyes off of Bella. The hostess gave up trying to get my attention and returned to her post. Finally. Bella let out a sigh of relief as well. I chuckled.

"I see you didn't like her any more than I did," I commented dryly.

"I'm going to tattoo 'Property of Bella' across your forehead," she muttered grumpily, glaring in the hostess's direction. I laughed.

"The needles would all break," I reminded her. She was so cute when she was jealous. Like a little hissing kitten, arching its back, trying to look intimidating. She narrowed her eyes at me.

"So I'll use werewolf claws to scratch the skin." She folded her arms across her chest in challenge. Hmm, what do I say to that?

"Um, wouldn't a wedding ring suffice?" I offered hopefully. Her lips twitched as she shook her head.

"I don't think so. It's too subtle. How about I just make you a big sign to wear around your neck?" she taunted. "Or I could get a few t-shirts made. That could work too."

I grinned. "Anything for you, love. But I'd like to get a few t-shirts made for you too. Ones you could wear around the school. How about: 'My Boyfriend Reads Minds, So Stop Thinking What You're

Thinking Before He Kills You.' Does that sound promising?"

She started laughing hysterically. The waitress chose that moment to arrive.

"What can I get for you?" she asked, looking solely at me. Her mind was focused on all the ways she wanted to provide 'good service' for me. I quickly blocked her thoughts.

"The lady will order for us," I growled menacingly. She startled and took a step backwards. Her heart rate picked up slightly, and she quickly focused her attention on Bella, where it belonged. I was very glad that Bella knew exactly what I am, so I didn't have to spend so much energy pretending to be human or worry about scaring her when I deliberately intimidated others. The waitress wouldn't be wasting any more time fantasizing about me. In fact, she was actually starting to pity Bella. Maybe I had overdone it a bit.

"I'll have the mushroom ravioli and a coke," Bella ordered sweetly, pleased that I had put the waitress in her place.

"Make that two cokes," I added dismissively. "I'm not hungry."

The waitress nodded and didn't attempt to linger. Bella squeezed my hands.

"You naughty boy," she snickered. "You probably scared that waitress half to death. She's going to have to work up her courage to bring me my food now. It'll probably be cold by the time she's brave enough to bring it to the table."

I shrugged. She was teasing, but there was an element of truth. The waitress really didn't want to come back to our table. She was actually considering asking one of the other waitresses to switch with her. So the next time she glanced at nervously at our table, I smiled at her. She relaxed and decided she had overestimated my hostility. Bella saw the smile and raised an eyebrow in inquiry.

"She was ready to run screaming into the night, so I had to calm her down a bit. Now she's willing to bring us our drinks and breadsticks, but has no desire to linger a second longer than necessary. The perfect balance."

Bella swatted my hand playfully, before tangling her fingers with mine. "So what should we talk about this time, since I already know you read minds?"

"Well, the Twilight book only gave answers to a few of the questions I have about you, so now I want to know your entire life history in detail, plus all your hopes, dreams, and aspirations. How does that sound?"

"That could take a while."

"I've got a while."

"Yeah, well, when the food gets here, I'm going to eat, and I can't talk and eat at the same time."

I nodded. "Yes, you'd probably choke."

She growled at me, her cute little kitten growl. I stared into her eyes, capturing her gaze with mine and pulled out my crooked grin. Sure enough, she froze, dazed and blinking. I had dazzled her, of course. I reached out and ran one finger over her jaw line, brushing my thumb across her bottom lip. Her heart rate sped up, and she stopped breathing.

"Breathe, Bella," I whispered. She sucked in a breath and let it out with a small moan. I felt myself stirring. I dropped my hand and broke her gaze, just before the waitress brought the cokes and breadsticks to the table. Bella blushed beet red, but the waitress just put down the food and drinks and scurried off without even looking at us. Bella began fumbling with her straw, trying to regain control of her heart and lungs. She took a few sips of her coke before looking at me again.

"How about we talk of t-shirt ideas instead. I've got one for you, other than the 'Property of Bella Swan' shirt. 'I'll Never Grow Up, Never Grow Up, Never Grow Up, Not Me!' would be appropriate."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not Peter Pan. Besides, that one would be more appropriate for Emmett."

She laughed and nodded eagerly. "Alice's could say 'World Champion of Extreme Shopping.' Actually, we should get one of those shirts that say 'World's Best Mom' for Esme for Mother's Day. We could get the kind where all the kids leave their handprints. Alice would consider it tacky, but I bet Esme would wear it with pride."

I nodded. She was right. Esme would be absolutely thrilled. I wouldn't be surprised if Alice already had it on her shopping list now that we had thought of it.

"Well, but then Carlisle would feel left out. I suppose we could make a 'World's Best Dad' t-shirt for him for Father's Day and then make him wear it to work," I suggested.

She giggled. "Even better! I think we should decorate one of his white coats and then each get him a really ugly tie. Then we'll tell him whichever one he wears first means he likes that person best, but if he doesn't wear them, he doesn't love us. So he'll have to wear all six ties at the same time that day, along with his 'no longer white' coat. He'd protest strongly, but I bet he'd do it. I can just imagine him trying to explain himself at work."

I shook my head in amazement at her devious plan. "That's just cruel and unusual punishment."

She laughed. "As if you wouldn't enjoy watching it."

"And videotaping it," I added cheerfully. She laughed again. The waitress brought her ravioli and carefully placed it in front of her. She saw our drinks were about half full and left quickly. I had added to Bella's glass from my own as she drank.

"How about for Jasper? 'Worry! I DO Bite!' Or Rosalie—'Proud to Be a Bitch'," I offered.

"Aww, don't pick on Jasper," she pouted. "His could say 'Feelings…Nothing More Than…Feelings' and Rose's could say 'Don't Hate Me Because I'm Beautiful'. Emmett's would be 'I'm Too Sexy For This Shirt'. Oooohh! And Alice's could say 'I know what you'll do next summer…'. Jake's could be 'Who Let the Dogs Out?'."

"Nah, Jacob's should be 'Warning: Beware of Dog'."

She burst out laughing. Unfortunately, she had been swallowing just then, so she ended up coughing and hacking a lot, like I'd predicted. Thankfully, she was able to clear her airway herself, and I wasn't forced to use the Heimlich maneuver.

"I think we'd better stick to tamer topics," I recommended. "At least until you're finished eating."

She blushed and nodded guiltily. I grinned and began my interrogation, building up my mental Bella file. Pretty soon I'd have a whole Bella database.

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