FYH Chapter 28
Valentine’s Day
BPOV:
It was not easy trying to be sneaky when the person you are trying to surprise is around all the time. It was impossible to call Esme without Edward knowing so I did the only other thing that I could, I sent my mother-in-law a text message to email a certain recipe. I had not brought it with me because I honestly did not think that I would be cooking all that much while traveling through Europe . In fact, I left all of my recipes behind. Most I knew by heart by now, but this one I had only made one time.
I made my decision that I wanted to cook a big dinner on Valentine’s when we found this amazing vegetable market. I was in a vegetable lover’s heaven. I started formulating the menu the second I spotted that one key ingredient.
Edward thought I was insane when I told him that I wanted to stay in and cook our Valentine’s dinner. I could see his point. Not many women would demand to stay in on that night, but honestly, I was getting tired of going out all the time and I had something special planned for dinner.
We had gone out last night and were planning to sleep in but some fool was pounding on the door. I rolled over wake Edward and make him get up to get the door. When my hand hit the cool sheet, my eyes flew open; apparently I was the only one sleeping in. As I sat up, I heard the shower going and realized that I was going to have to get the door myself.
I yelled to whoever it was I was coming while I through my robe on to cover my naked body and went to the door. It was actually a good that the Edward was in the shower and I was the one to get the door because it was it happened to be the order that I had placed at the vegetable market. I thanked the concierge and swiftly went to the kitchen to hide the food before Edward came out of the shower.
He had promised not to snoop in the kitchen after I brought home the groceries yesterday, but there was going to be no keeping it all a secret from him once I started cooking.
I was ordering breakfast from room service when Edward came out of the bedroom wearing nothing but his pajama pants and still sporting wet hair. He came over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck and whispered in my ear to make sure that I ordered plenty of coffee. Then he went over to the sofa, collapsed on it, and started flipping through the channels.
I followed him over to the couch and lied down right on top of him. He sighed, wrapped his arms around me again, and held me tight to him. I reached up and started playing with his hair while we watched TV.
Before long there was another knock on the door and I got off of my husband to answer it. We had barely sat down at the table when there was yet another knock on the door.
“I think that is for you.” He gestured for me to get the door.
“What did you do?”
“Not enough. Not nearly enough for you.”
When I open the door, this time the concierge had a helper with him and they were each carrying a vase filled with the most beautiful flowers that I had ever seen.
“Tulips? You got me tulips for me!”
“You did say that they were your favorite right?”
I grabbed him and kissed him hard, not even that the concierge and his friend were still standing in the room, “you are the best husband ever!”
After the gentlemen left, I asked Edward to take one of the vases and put it on my nightstand by the bed. I took the other one to the kitchen so that I could look at them while I was cooking today.
As soon we finished our breakfast, I went into the kitchen to start our dinner. It was going to take all day to prepare. Once I had the chicken cleaned and prepped, I put it in the fridge to wait for the right time to put it in the oven. While I got to work cleaning the vegetables, I vaguely heard someone at the door again and then Edward was knocking on the kitchen saying that he had some thing that needed to be refrigerated and needed to bring it in. I knew that the second he came in the room he would know exactly what I was making, but I told him to come on in anyways.
EPOV:
Of course I was extremely curious about what it was that Bella was cooking for us for dinner. But there was no way that I was going to go behind her back and snoop around the kitchen.
The second that the cake showed up I saw it as my chance to snoop in front of her back. Bella had been cooking a bit more than lately since we found that farmer’s market. Wait. Sorry. Bella keeps telling me that a farmer’s market is general vegetables being sold out of the back of a truck, what she found was a vegetable market. I guess the difference between the two is the difference in mobility and have four walls and a front door. Because from what I understand they both just selling fresh vegetables.
Anyway, she granted me access to the kitchen so that I could put the cake away. She was excited by the sight of it but could not come check it out as she was working with something in the sink. I walked over to kiss her and that when I saw exactly what it was that she had in the sink. It was fresh cranberries. She was making my mom’s cranberry sauce. I know that I have said this many times before but I will say it again, I have no idea what I did to deserve to have such an amazing woman to be my wife, but I thank God for putting her in my life.
She all but shoved me out of the kitchen and back to the living room when I offered to help her cook. The only thing she said was, “Remember you trying to help at Thanksgiving, well, you are still banned from helping.” So I gave her a quick kiss and went to grab my journal and write while I caught a movie on Pay-Per-View.
It wasn’t long before I heard singing coming from the kitchen. When I got up to investigate, I found Bella singing and dancing in the kitchen while she was cooking. I stood there for a long time watching her. I knew that she was so caught up in what she was and was completely oblivious to the fact that I was standing there because she would quite frequently stop at her vase of tulips, smell them, and sigh with a big smile on her face. This is what was so amazing about my wife. A simple vase of tulips made her so incredibly happy. Tanya would have found a flaw in any flowers I bought her, even if she had made it up.
I sat back down and worked on my book some more. It was huge and I knew that I was going to have to edit it considerably if I ever intended to get it published. But this copy, the original, would stay unedited and be the definitive keepsake of our first year together and the changes that we had brought about in each other.
BPOV:
Just seeing Edward’s smile from finding out that I was making the cranberry sauce was worth all the work it took to make it. My mom always said it was the little things that you did for some one that made all the difference. I remembered once, when I was ten, and I didn’t have the money to buy Christmas presents, my dad told me that the best presents were the one that were homemade because they were the only one that truly came from the heart. The older that I got the more I understood that he was right. Mom loved it more when he made her something rather than buy her a gift from the store. My parents did not have much money and lived simply, but I believe that even if they had all the money that Edward and I had right now, they still would have lived the same simple life. But most of all they were happy with the lives that they lived.
I finished the cranberry sauce and put it in the fridge to chill, got the roasting chicken and vegetables in the oven to bake, and finished the salad, and then I was finished and had time to relax and spend some time with my special Valentine.
I grabbed my vase of tulips and went back out to the living room and stopped in my tracks. Edward was sitting on the couch so engrossed in what he was writing it was like nothing else existed in the world.
“Are you just going to stand there staring at me?”
Ok. I was like almost nothing else existed in the world. Apparently he noticed me. I walked over to the couch and sat on his lap and leaned in to kiss him when I looked over and noticed that there was a cartoon on with this huge guy with a big nose and spindly legs, “what are you watching?”
“Despicable Me. It’s quite funny.”
“I’ll bet it is. I know that you already had a shower this morning but is there anyway that I could convince you to join me in mine or perhaps just some quality time in the bedroom?” I asked as I took off the robe that I had been wearing all day. And revealing that it was the only thing that I had been wearing all day
“What about dinner?”
“Eh…we have time before I have to check on it, besides, we can always order something in if we take too long.”
EPOV:
I sat down to dinner a couple hours later completely blown away by the fact that she not only made the homemade cranberry sauce, but a sautéed vegetable medley, and Cornish game hens.
After that huge dinner we decided to take a walk to work off the meal before we have dessert. As we walked around the dark streets of Paris
After changing in some dry clothes we sat in front of the fireplace with our cocoa, chocolate cake, and the presents we had purchased each other. She gave me hers first. It was a gold and silver crucifix on a gold chain that I had seen and admired at the Basilica in Spain
I handed her the gift that I had ordered for her. It was a charm bracelet. I had specially ordered the charms to be each of the states and countries that we had visited on our trip. I had specifically requested a light weight metal be used for both the bracelet and the charms. That bracelet had the potential to get really heavy if the wrong materials were used. And I wanted her to be able to wear it all the time. After I put the bracelet on her, she tackled me to the floor and we spent the rest of the night there exploring each other.
The last two weeks of our time in France flew by as did our week in Belgium Paris Ireland Belgium but we both we intent on spending St. Patrick’s Day in Dublin
A/N:
We are moving ahead a little. The next chapter won’t take long to write and then I think there will be another smallish time jump. Thanks for reading and thanks to all that review! I get so giddy when the review alerts come in!
