Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of its characters. They all belong to Stephenie Meyer.

A/N: Thanks to Juliegirl18 for beta'ing. This would have been up sooner, but yeah... you know how this site is, LOL.

Here's a look into the future for these two...

"Come on, Bella," I groaned from the living room. "Just put the shit in the sink and you can load it in the dishwasher later." I was sitting on the couch in the living room with my guitar perched on my lap. I had plans for tonight that didn't include doing dishes.

"Fine! Here I am. What's so damned important?" she asked as she sat in the chair opposite from me. I grinned at her widely as I strummed a few notes out on my guitar.

"Nothing. I just wanted to play a little game. Do you remember when I played the songs for you and you had to guess what songs they were?" She nodded her head, but looked slightly confused.

"Well, I'm gonna play a few songs and I want you to tell me the titles. Then, you have to tell me what all the songs have in common. Sound good?" I asked her as I fidgeted in my seat with nerves.

"Ooookay," she said, stretching out the word. She had to be completely fucking confused by my behavior, but hopefully soon she would get it.

I began to strum the first song on my guitar, and I was pretty sure she would get this one pretty damn quick.

"Wouldn't It Be Nice by the Beach Boys," she said smiling widely. Bella told me once that along with classic rock songs, her father had been a fan of the Beach Boys. I nodded my head.

"Very good. Okay, next one. Remember, you're trying to figure out what these songs have in common." I began to play the next song on the list I had prepared. I had no idea why I picked this song, but it was a pretty easy song to play and it fit in with the theme... somewhat.

"Alright. I know the song is 'Pretty Fly For a White Guy' but I have no clue what the two songs have in common," she said, laughing. I wasn't surprised. I figured she would have no clue what I was getting at by those two songs alone, but my girl was fucking smart and I knew she would get it eventually.

"You're right, that's the song. Okay, here's the next one," I said before I started playing again. I played almost the entire song before Bella gave up and asked me who it was.

"It's Coma White by Marilyn Manson," I told her. She laughed a little and shook her head.

"Well no wonder. I'm not a really big Manson fan. I still have no clue what these songs have in common," she told me.

"How about after this one," I said before playing the next song on the list in my head. I was pretty sure that after this one, she'd be getting a pretty good idea in her head.

"Wear My Ring Around Your Neck by Elvis," she said. I smiled widely at her waiting for her response. "I still don't know what they have in common Edward." I groaned in frustration and immediately began to play the next song.

"Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash, but Edward, I don't get it. None of those songs are even remotely similar," she said quietly. I growled and practically threw my guitar down on the floor.

"Jesus Christ, Bella!" I yelled at her and watched her shrink back into the chair.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this," I said as I ran my hand through my hair, thinking about when I came up with what I thought was a brilliant way to propose to Bella.

Once the whole Ed situation was taken care of, I had contemplated going to medical school, but decided against it. Billy Black had gotten sicker and Jacob needed to be at the bar full time. Only, he didn't want to be. He came to me and asked if I would be interested in buying the bar from him at a very discounted price.

After some heavy debating and some heated discussions with both my mother and girlfriend, Carlisle and I were now co-owners of the bar. Carlisle was basically a financial partner, while I was the hands-on person.

Bella finished up the online courses she had been taking recently and was currently working at the local newspaper. She hoped to one day become a freelance writer or maybe even write her own novel.

Bella and I bought a house together last summer, right down the road from my mother and Carlisle. After almost three years of being together, I finally decided I was ready to ask Bella to marry me.

I went over one afternoon to talk to Esme and Carlisle, not really to ask permission, but to just get a feel of the situation. As soon as the words left my mouth, my mother squealed and jumped up, running upstairs quickly. I looked at Carlisle in confusion, but he just shook his head and smiled.

Mom came downstairs a few minutes later carrying a small black velvet box in her hand. She sat down beside me and pulled my hand from my lap, placing the box in my hands. I looked at her and she nodded her head.

I gently opened the box and looked at her in confusion. I know that my mother and Ed were never married, so the ring inside wasn't hers from him. Besides, I knew that she would never pass on a ring from that man to Bella.

"It was her mother's ring. When Renee and Charlie died, I was given anything of value to keep for Bella until she was old enough to have them for herself. While I gave her the other jewelry her mother owned as soon as she turned eighteen, I figured I would hold on to this one for a special occasion," she said quietly.

I smiled at her and admired the ring in the box. I could definitely see this ring on Bella's hand. It wasn't some huge fucking rock that would blind anyone looking at it, but it wasn't some tiny piece of glass either. It was... perfect.

"She'll love it," I told her honestly. And I knew deep down that she would. I just had to figure out how to ask her to marry me so I could get the ring on her finger.

For a week I drove myself crazy trying to come up with some elaborate way to propose to my girl, but I realized that Bella wasn't the type of woman to want some over the top production. She would just be happy with me popping the question with both of us dressed in pajamas sitting in front of the television.

But I knew that I wanted the way I proposed to her to be special. I wanted it to be something she would never forget. I wanted it to be a story she shared with our kids one day. Somehow, I didn't picture her telling our kids that I fucking yelled at her before popping the question.

"Shit, baby, I'm sorry," I said, noticing her eyes were filling with tears. "Just forget it." I stood up and grabbed my guitar, placing it back on the stand. She stood up beside me and grabbed my arm tightly.

"Wait, Edward. Wait. Give me a minute," she said as I turned around to face her. I could practically see the wheels turning in her head as she tried to work out the situation.

"Okay, I have a feeling it has nothing to do with the artists, right?" she asked and I shook my head.

"So, it must have to do with the titles?" she asked and I nodded my head. She held her hand up and counted off the titles to me. I could hear her mumbling the titles over and over again. I knew my girl would get this.

Suddenly she looked at me, her eyes as wide as saucers. I smiled widely, and dropped to my knee after pulling the ring from my pocket.

"Oh my god," she whispered before placing a hand over her open mouth.

"Isabella Swan, will you marry me?" I asked her simply. She looked at me, tears flowing down her cheeks and nodded her head quickly. I pulled her hand to me and placed the ring on her finger before kissing her knuckles lightly.

She quickly grabbed me and forced me to stand, pulling me into a heated kiss. We broke apart, both of us breathing heavily, but smiling like fools. I pulled her over, sitting her in my lap on the couch.

"I love you," I whispered in her ear as she held her hand out in front of her, admiring her ring. I heard her gasp and then a sob broke through. I pulled her tightly to me, not knowing if she regretted agreeing to marry me already or not.

"What's the matter, baby? What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" I asked her in confusion. She hugged me tightly for a few minutes and finally stopped crying.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong. It's just... it's just that this was my mother's ring. I used to love looking at it when she held my hand when I was little," she said as tears fell quietly down her face. I smiled sadly and kissed her lips gently.

"I know. I got it from my mom. She said that she was saving it to give you on a special occasion and she couldn't think of one any more special than this," I said. Bella smiled at me before hugging me tightly.

"Thank you. Thank you so much," she whispered in my ear as she hugged me. We pulled apart, but she remained in my lap with her head lying on my shoulder. A few minutes later she sat up and looked at me in question.

"What is it?" I asked her quickly. She smiled and tilted her head slightly.

"Not that I don't love the way you proposed to me, because it was definitely original, but how on earth did you come up with the songs you did?" she asked me. I started laughing and she joined in.

"Well, I chose the Beach Boys song not only because it talked about being happy with someone, but also because you told me once about how much your dad loved them. Pretty Fly for a White Guy I chose because of the word white in the title. Coma White for the same reason," I told her. She laughed at me and just shook her head.

"Wear My Ring Around Your Neck and Ring of Fire I chose simply because of the word ring in the title. I was so fucking sure you would get it with the Elvis song, baby. You disappoint me," I said, shaking my head sadly, trying to keep from cracking up.

"What I don't get is why you didn't just play something like 'White Wedding' or 'Marry Me." she said honestly.

"Well damn, yeah I could have, but I didn't want it to be that obvious. I wanted you to work for it a little," I said, smiling before kissing her quickly.

"Only you, Edward. Only you."

A/N: So, don't take this off alert yet. I'm not sure if I'm done with these two yet. Just not ready to say goodbye yet and I'm not sure they are either, LOL.