Outtake III feel soooo blessed!!!! So fucking blessed. Thank you Dani. I don't have enough words to thank you properly.
Here is how I know to thank..
* There is a room filled with soft and sweet and lovely. A boy who has grown into a man. A man who is having a hard time of letting go of a girl. The girl, who is ready for it all. She is a woman. Ha. Try telling that to the man who cannot let go.
- Made me smile a sweet smile. "Ha. Try telling that to the man who cannot let go." Haha... Try if you have the heart. I love how pretective Edward is. How truly in love with his daughters. Love love love it.
* "Don't you dare cry, Bree. If Edward sees that shit, he'll think you're trying to leave Jake at the alter. No false hope today."
- LMAO! Bella is being Bella. Of course Edward wouldn't be happy if Bree changed her mind. I know he wants to see her happy. And since he knows that Jacob is the one who makes her happy. He'll find a way to be happy, too.
* "Does he really think we haven't..." ... "Yes and I'd like for him to remain the sane, sad, little naive man I know and love, so just shut it, Bree. Just shut it."
- LMAO!!! I missed this woman. I love strong women. But I hate when they are also rude or always tries to be smartass just the sake of being a smartass. Bella balances it so sweetly. She can stand up for herlself. For her family. For her man. But she also knows when to give in Edward. I love it. I wish I had a stronger way to explain it but... I just love it.
* "Myself, on behalf of her father."
- Yes. There is where eyes went stupid. Damn. Her father is long gone. Thank God Edward is there. Thank God, he is. That made me realized that they are not that young now. I won't think about it but. I remembered the fear. On behald of her father. Stupid, stupid eyes...
* I reach into my top. Oh shut up. It's just for a tissue. Like I'd flash him my tits in church. With our kids right here. He fucking smirks again. I show a little bit of nipple. At least he doesn't cry.
-Bella Bella moment. She still couldn't help herself and flashed a little bit of nipple. Crazy woman. I'm glad Edward still has it in him. Those little smirks... I believe, he will remain as my favorite Edward. Who is not a badass. Who doesn't curse. Who doesn't tough. Outside.
*Flowers get sent straight into the hands of my daughter, the first one, and I think...yup. Edward is going to die in this place.
- LMAO!!! Poor, poor Edward. LoLoLoL I think, that was one of my favorite parts. Imagining Edward's face gave me giggles.
* "Daddy, stop." Because Josh wants to dance. "No. Never," because he's Edward and today, he already had to give away one girl.
- So, so protective. Damn, I love this man.
* But Joshua is already just as devoted to my girl, our girl, as what we've witnessed today....It was sealed with a kiss to her chin, even though he is at least seven inches taller.
- Why, I don't know.. But that "even though he is at least seven inches taller" part makes me swoon. Can't give you a goddamn reason but... It does.
* I did enjoy how he arched that brow and placed a protective hand that knew way too much about babies and artificial colors on me.
- Can we please, please put this into The Dani Box. Hand... That know so much about babies... My second sob was here, I think.
* The reason why it is relevant...on my trip, there were books. Classes ending and beginning and I don't think Bree has any clue how much any of them weigh. They never touched her hands. Arms.
- I read it twice, to understand exactly what you meant. And when I did, I adored you once more. Into the box, please. Arms that don't know how much books weigh. Just because someone is devoted to the other someone. Another tear.
* Jacob grew up under the thumb of two men who are truly men.
- I saw so much in these words. His bruised body. Fearful eyes. A little boy. A pugnacious boy. Emmett's big hand on his shoulders. Him, sitting at a table, eating dinner with Edward and Bella. Edward resenting him for liking Bella.
Ah so much... So, so much... I stopped there and thought of all these for a moment. And wanted to go back and read them all, all over again. I don't know if you truly know what you gave us. It's something precious. Something, always will hold its place in my heart. Always.
* A seat next to a tie and shiny shoes when he needed advice and the most important fucking time he ever sat next to him...there was a ring and a belly full of throw-up....I think it's the only reason Edward left him in tact. He asked first.
- Of course he did it properly... He grew up under the thumb of two men who are truly men.
And even as a boy, he was charming, you know.
* "I want to dance," she is grumbling ... "Good thing for you, Gracie, I know how." She meant with Joshua, not him. He knows. The smirk gives all his shit away.
- Loved, loved, loved that part. Too. I saw many many visions. I saw the first time he hold her. Her cheek on his shoulder. His hand on her back. His eyes always on her. First time he realized.... "Again Bella. Again.. Again...Again." How he was there, for her, always. Always. Always. How he gave her the life. Firstly. And then. How he gave her, her mother. He did let her mother become the person who she wanted to become and then let her mother their daughter. He waited for her. For Bella. For Grace. For himself. How they hace built a life. A life, where there are many children. And then young girls. Young boys. How they saw each other for who they are. Not for who they want them to be. I adore, adore this story. Let damn boy wait. Daddy will dance with his daughter. And no. I'm not fucking cyring.
* From the other hideous chair, Joshua's young eyes watch. Lost in the awe that is my girl, our girl, and stupid, stupid eyes are just that...Grace, she is swaying with her daddy, watched and admired by the boy he will no doubt pass her to someday.
- I was just beside Bella. Watching her man dancing with her girl watched by a devoted boy... My eyes just as stupid.
* And I feel lucky that she will never have arms full of books. Her hands will know what wildflowers and stolen kisses and other hands feels like. Lockers will have dents in them from boys who cross the line and don't get away with it. Notebooks with initials. Porch swings that are hated by her father.
- Damn, I'm still sniffling.
Someday...someday...a canopy of flowers. A room filled with soft and sweet and lovely. Cake that is one of a kind. Blessed rings and questions asked twice.
A yes.
And a yes.