I am so sorry I took so long for this chapter! I was really, really sick, so I couldn't concentrate on writing.

I got a pleasant surprise during my sick days, though; I found out that this story was nominated for 'Best Kiss (incomplete story)' in the Romancetastic Round of the Twilight Awards! I couldn't even believe it. Thank you so much to all my awesome readers, and to whoever nominated it! Check out twilightawards(dot)this-paradise(dot)com! Voting is now open! Go and vote for your favourite stories (and mine, preferably)!

Anyways, this is the conclusion. Hope you like it! Pure fluff.

EPOV

"Edward," Bella whined. "Where are we going?"

"I told you, love, it's a surprise."

"I hate surprises," she pouted, looking so unbelievably sexy that I almost gave in. Almost. If I told her where we were going, she would refuse. And I wouldn't risk that.

After all those awful weeks spent without Bella in my life, I couldn't get enough of her. It had been six months since we started dating, and my love for her had only increased with every second I spent at her side. I needed tonight to be perfect. Looking at Bella, I was a bundle of nerves and hormones; I couldn't decide which was more powerful.

Alice had given her a makeover in honour of tonight, and she looked even more beautiful than normal, even with a scowl on her face. Her hair was pulled up, and a few gorgeous curls cascaded over her shoulders and back. Her makeup perfectly accentuated the chocolate brown eyes that captured my attention from the first time I saw her. She wore a dark blue strapless dress, which hung perfectly off the curves of her hips and breasts; I shifted my pants uncomfortably.

I couldn't believe she hadn't figured out where I was taking her. It was all anyone had been talking about for weeks, but we had gotten so caught up in our own little world together that she hadn't even noticed. Alice remembered, of course, but I had made her promise not to mention it. She agreed to be silent in return for total style control over both Bella and I tonight. I agreed without hesitation.

We drove in comfortable silence. Bella looked around curiously, trying to guess where we were going, and I laughed quietly. What kind of senior girl forgets her own…

"Prom?!" she screamed as I pulled the Volvo into the Forks High parking lot. "You're taking me to prom?"

"Honestly, Bella," I said innocently. "Where did you think we were going?"

She blushed and looked at her feet. "Uh… I don't… I don't know. Not prom!"

"Come on. It'll be fun." She glared at me silently, so I got out of the car and opened the door for her. "Please? For me?" I reached for her hand.

Her eyes softened. "It's not fair," she sighed as she took my hand and stepped out of the car. "How could anyone refuse you of anything?"

I smiled, pulling her into my arms and kissing her softly. She returned my smile, and I knew I was forgiven. We walked silently to the door, hand in hand. She was trying to steady her breathing; whether it had sped up from nervousness or from my kissing, I wasn't sure.

Prom was exactly as I had expected it to be. It was an experience I wanted to share with Bella, but, otherwise, I had no desire to stand amidst the crepe paper and balloons, watching our classmates dirty dance in formal wear. After twenty minutes of talking to Alice and Jasper by the punch bowl, Bella and I were both ready to leave. I had more important things to attend to tonight.

"Edward, I've done my time. Can we please go now?" she whined.

I leaned over and whispered into her ear, "Only if you tell me where you thought we were going tonight." Her face fell. She was hoping I hadn't noticed her reaction earlier.

"Let's just stay, then," she mumbled.

"Bella." I smiled at her and held out my hand. She took it reluctantly, and we walked back to my Volvo. "The night is young; do you want to come back to my house for a bit?" She nodded, and I drove with one hand on the wheel and the other held tightly in hers. The nerves and hormones were as strong as ever, and they had me trembling at her touch.

I pulled her upstairs and into my bedroom. My parents weren't home, but I shut the door compulsively. Bella pressed play on my CD player, and threw herself onto my couch. She looked so magnificent that I practically ran to sit next to her.

A lullaby hummed through the speakers, and I allowed it to soothe me. She began to rub circles on my palm absentmindedly.

"So…"

She looked up at me hesitantly. "So, what?"

"So what did you think we were doing tonight?" She tried to look away, but I held her chin inches from my face. Even through my curiosity, I had to fight the urge to close the distance between our lips.

"You'll laugh."

"I won't."

"You will."

"Try me."

"I thought… maybe… you might, I don't know… askmetomarryyouorsomething."

It was as if she thought she could speak fast enough that the words would fly right by me. But I caught every single one of them.

She was embarrassed. Her cheeks were bright, and she squirmed away from my eye contact.

I stood up and walked towards my desk drawer.

BPOV

Oh my God.

I can't believe I just told my boyfriend that I was expecting him to propose. Could I be any more of an idiot?!

When he walked away, my embarrassment turned into frantic energy. I wouldn't allow my stupidity to totally fuck up the unexpected, strange, and wonderful relationship I had with Edward.

"Edward, I am so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I was just… I mean, obviously we're too young. I know that…" He opened his desk drawer in silence. "Please say something, Edward." There was more than a hint of desperation in my voice.

He turned around and walked back to the couch, where he knelt by my side. He leaned in and kissed my neck gently, and his eyes were soft. I could only feel relief.

Then I noticed that he had something in his hand. My breathing hitched, and Edward chuckled. He ran his fingers lightly down my arm, taking my hand and kissing my fingertips. My breathing came in gasps as I slowly began to understand what was going on, and what Edward was about to say.

"Isabella Swan," he whispered, holding my hand to his lips. "I promise to love you forever--every single day of forever. Will you marry me?"

He said, "Will you marry me?" didn't he? My mind was racing. He said those exact words?

I was still worrying that I had misheard him, but I nodded my head and whispered, "Mhmm." I didn't trust my voice enough to tackle any full sentences.

His entire face lit up, and he opened the little box in his hand. At that moment, I was so overwhelmed with happiness that it could have been a ring from a cereal box and I wouldn't have cared. But it wasn't from a cereal box. It was the most beautiful ring I had ever seen.

"It was my grandmother's," he said quietly. "I would be honoured if you would wear it." I held out my hand, and he slipped the tiny ring onto my finger. It felt like it belonged there; like my hand--my life--had always been incomplete without it. "I love you, Bella."

"I love you, Edward," I finally managed. "Always."

His lips crashed into mine with passion that left me stunned. The joy in our lips and hearts left my thoughts scrambled and incoherent; all I knew was that an eternity with Edward would never be long enough.

I wonder if Mr. Darcy could do that thing with his tongue...

THE END.

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