Everything

Chapter 1: Everything

The sun was just starting to fall behind the hills. The birds now hushed as night began to creep up on us. I felt a cool, but familiar hand take mine. Edward sat down besides me and I rested my head upon his lap. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. I turned, smiled, and began kissing him gently on his soft, but inviting, lips.

He stopped the kiss early, which was unusual. Disappointed, I looked back at the where the sun used to be. I could feel my lips turning down and into a small frown, and from my peripherals I could see that he was examining my face. He looked distraught.

“Mikayla,” he whispered. “You know you’re everything to me, right?”

I nodded, still avoiding his eyes. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry,” he said pulling my lips to his once again. “I’ve just been doing some thinking.”

I swallowed hard, and looked at him curiously. I knew he didn’t mean that he was thinking about breaking up with me, but I couldn’t help being nervous. “About what?” I choked.

“Nothing,” he replied with a chuckle. His laugh always made smile, but not this time.

“Edward, tell me,” I requested.

Instead of answering me he pulled me tighter to his chest and kissed me again. I forgot all about what he was thinking and kissed him back. I had missed him.

Edward just got back from visiting a few family members down in Illinois, and I hadn’t seen him for two weeks. But I didn’t want to think about that now, summer had just begun, and soon enough we’d be with each other every single day.

Our embrace had ended and without the sun the sky was now dark. The air was cold but it felt nice against my skin. Edward and I were both silent for a while, thinking. We both were deep thinkers, and friends always joked about us. They found it strange how we could both be perfectly silent and it never got awkward without one of us saying anything.

Edward suddenly broke the silence and began humming to me. The sound of his whimsical voice calmed me. I yawned and I could feel my eyelids descending. Soon enough I had fallen asleep in his arms, just like old times.

Two hours elapsed before I woke up. Edward was now carrying me up to my bedroom. His arms felt nice around me, like they always did, nice and strong. I couldn’t believe I had found the one. The one I would hopefully spend the rest of my life with. He gently set me down on my bed, and must not have noticed my awakening. He began looking and wandering around my room.

He checked out the pictures on my wall, and the jewelry resting on my vanity. He then walked towards my dresser and picked up one of my picture frames. It was a fancy, glass frame with a picture of Edward and me. It was one of my favorite pictures of us. He began talking to himself, and the sudden sound made me jump. His back was to me so he didn’t notice.

“Mikayla, you’re my everything, and I love you,” he said. He shook his head. “No that’s cheesy Edward, think of something more romantic,” he muttered. “I love you Mikayla, and I want to grow old with you. Will you marry me?”

My jaw dropped. What? Was that what he was thinking about? Was he for real? I wasn’t expecting that at all, but it definitely was good news. I smiled and without thinking I answered him. “Yes, Edward,” I said. “Of course I will.”

I ran up to him and hugged him tightly, but when I pulled away he was frowning.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I thought you were asleep.”

“But I wasn’t, Edward I love you,” I said and began to kiss him.

“This isn’t how I pictured it Mikayla,” he cried. “I wanted it to be more romantic, you deserve a much better proposal than this,” he said.

I shook my head. “Nothing is more romantic than something straight from the heart. I’d rather have this proposal then something overly rehearsed.”

“Yes, but-” he tried but I cut him off.

“Edward, stop please, you’re being ridiculous. This is the greatest proposal I could ever ask for.”

“How?” he asked skeptically.

“Because it came from you,” I replied. “I love you, Edward.”

“I love you,” he replied. I could tell he was still unhappy by the way his proposal turned out, but I was satisfied.

“Now where’s my ring?” I joked.

He frowned. “I didn’t even bring it; remember I wasn’t planning on proposing today.”

“I have the perfect substitute,” I interjected before he could bring up the topic of his “unacceptable” proposal again. I ran to my vanity and pulled out a box from the drawer. Inside was a ring Edward gave me after our one year anniversary. It was perfect because inscribed on the inside were the words Forever and Always. I slipped it on my ring finger and it seemed to fit oh-so perfectly there, like it belonged. I knew it did.