Part One:
Life
Prologue: Heaven
I never really thought too much about the possibility of heaven. I never thought there would be such a place, or maybe just didn't know what heaven was. When I was very young living in Phoenix I met an old black woman at church one Sunday (the only Sunday I ever went to church) I faintly remember her etched face and weary smile – my human memories are ever so faded. She tried to explain to me what heaven was. We finally came to the conclusion that it was a place of love. A place where you could give love and in returned received love. A place where you were surrounded by the people you loved. A place where the only want the; only need was love.
I found that place.
Well something very close.
Edward.
He is my heaven, my earth. He is the breath in my lungs, the light in my eyes, the laughter that trilled from my throat. He is my heroin, my hit, my addiction, my escape from reality. He is my husband, my soul mate. He is my night, my day, my moon, my sun. He is my life. Without him I am nothing. With him I am everything, because he is everything.
Lying on the grassy meadow outside of the Cullen's large white house, our house, just outside the town of forks in Washington I let my eyes roam over Edwards perfect form. He lay, eyes closed next to me, still as a stone. To anyone watching he would appear asleep, but I knew better. I knew he never slept, because I didn't either. Turning on my side it was easier to look at his complete, perfect form. His tousled hair, his angelic face, his carved marble body still took my breath away any time I looked for too long. I examined his hands, so delicate yet so strong, I wanted them to touch me, to caress me. His arms so lean yet so impenetrable I wanted them to engulf me, never letting go. His lips, his cold hard lips that could execute the softest most delicate kisses that would flutter across my eyes, my cheeks, my neck, my jaw, my body and finally rest, full bodied on my lips where they would linger. At this point I would feel dizzy from ecstasy. I wanted to feel them on my lips instantly but I didn't want to disturb is blissful peace. So I continued to watch him. I was watching him for timeless minutes, perhaps hours I wasn't sure. I could watch him forever and never get bored or tired of what I saw.
The sun began peaking through the cloud cover. Rays beamed down on his paler than pale skin and then suddenly it came to life, his skin shone like diamonds and the breath caught in my throat. I couldn't breath. Good thing I didn't need to breath. Hearing my breathing stop he opened his eyes and turned to me. They were liquid gold, soothing and intoxicating. His brow formed a frown.
"Babe what is the matter?" he said looking with puzzlement at my face. At that moment, I remembered to breath. He remained like a dazzling diamond in the sunlight. I smiled at him and he knew.
"I really thought when you made me like you all this silliness would stop," I said in my sing-song voice, I was still trying to get used to it.
"How do you mean?" he asked giving me a crooked smile that made my insides melt, he was laughing at me a could tell. I shifted my eyes from his face to my hands that lay in front of me, my skin sparkling like Edwards, although in my mind not nearly as beautiful.
"Well I thought I would be able to look at you without falling to pieces, but it seems nothing will ever change," I said looking into his eyes again, I could see the laughter building up in his eyes, "I am still amazed by you, you take my breath away," literally, I added in my head. He let out a quiet chuckle and turned to me. He opened his arms and gladly I crawled into them nestling against his marble chest, his arms fit perfectly around my form as the locked in place. We became one sparkling form, entwined on the lush green spring grass. He kissed my head and began a stroking my arm; his fingers no longer cool against my skin, but comfortable and warm, the same temperature as my own.
"Bella, Bella, Bella. My love, my life, my heart, if it weren't for perfect self-discipline I would never breathe, if I were human I would die from one look at you. Not only would I forget to breathe, but my heart would stop beating. You amaze me," He murmured into my hair kissing it again and again.
Shifting slightly so my face was in front of his and ever so gently placed my lips against his. He returned with equal gentleness, I heard a slight moan escape from his mouth. It was not a moan of need, of sadness, but of bliss. He was delighted and perfectly content, he was purring.
"I love you," I whispered opening my own topaz eyes to gaze into his gold ones.
"I love you," he whispered back and his kissed me again with a little bit more force and I let him. I let him kiss me for a long time. His arms around me tightened as my arms wound around him. He drew his lips away for a moment and looked at me with emotion spilling from his eyes.
"I love you so much," he whispered his voice breaking. I smiled and kissed him again. Vampire emotions were so much stronger than human emotions, they were all consuming. I had come to realise that within our rather strange family each couple shared one emotion that was stronger than anything else, an emotion that bound them so tightly together they would never be separated. Carlisle and Esme were compassion, Rosalie and Emmett were passion, Alice and Jasper were contentment and strength, and Edward and I were love; blinding, painful, all encompassing love. Perhaps it was because we had almost lost each other so many times, perhaps it was because we were married with a child, perhaps it was because we were both vampires and our relationship was so unbreakably strong, but nothing ever would or ever could break the bond between Edward and I. Our love exceeded all others.
He is my body, my mind, my heart, and my soul. He is my lifeblood, with out him I could not exist. He is my other half. Without him I am incomplete, a moment away feels like eternity. Without him I would be an empty shell, without him I wouldn't survive.
He is my life
He is my earth.
He is my heaven.
Edward is heaven.