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Bella's POV-
I woke up at 8 in the morning, cradled in Edward's cold, perfect arms. He held me tight, tighter than I was used to. I noticed that my arms made their way around his waist. I turned into his muscled chest and smelled in his beautiful scent that I loved so much. Slowly, I lifted my face up to meet the gaze of those two wonderful topaz eyes of his. He looked at me with amusement bright in his eyes. There was a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He stared at me as if expecting something…
"What?" I asked, dazed and curious.
"Oh, nothing." He looked away trying to hide his excitement. I took one of my arms from his waist to pull his face back to me.
"Really, what's wrong?"
"It's just…about what you said…in your sleep…" He smiled widely, not even trying to hide his excitement.
Oh, no. "What did I say this time?" I asked, mortified. I hid my face in his chest. I always talked in my sleep. And Edward starred in my dreams almost every night since a few days after I first met him. And he was there almost every night listening to me. Besides, of course, when he went hunting with his family and that period of time in my life when he…I couldn't bring myself to think of that again.
"Do you really want to know?" he said, breaking my reverie. I looked up at him. His eyes looked down at me with concern, yet still smoldering. I knew his amusement was deep down in there, somewhere, finding a way to break out as soon as I was back to normal. Although, he did a good job of hiding it this time.
"Um…yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am positive."
"Well, you said…you said 'Will you, Isabella Swan, marry Edward Cullen as your lawfully wedded husband?'" he paused for a moment, like he was trying to find a way to say something. "Then you said…'I do'…over and over again." He said this with a grin so wide, I didn't think it was possible.
"Oh, no!" I said as I planted my face in his chest again.
"It's okay Bella," he hugged me tighter. I could feel his chin on my head.
"No, it's not! I didn't want you to know that!"
He pulled me away from his body slightly to see my face. I met his bewildered expression.
"Why not?" He asked with the softest voice. If I wasn't looking at his face, I wouldn't have known that he was the least bit confused. After looking at his beautiful eyes, I looked down, not able to concentrate on my thoughts while looking into them.
"I didn't want you to know that because I thought you might want to rush the wedding…" I whispered, my voice a slightly higher pitch than his.
Edward startled me by shaking with laughter. I lifted my eyes to see his face. He tried to calm himself after scrutinizing my perplexed expression.
"You thought that I would want to rush the wedding because you want it more than you did before?"
When he put it that way, it sounded stupid. I nodded, not knowing what else to do. I knew that he wanted to laugh more. But he kept his face straight and calm. I rested my head on his chest again.
"Bella, I don't want to go through with the wedding if you don't. Don't go through with it for me. I want this for the both of us. But just because you want it more than you did then doesn't make a difference in the wedding's date. It does make me love you more though." I can just hear the smile in his voice.
"I'm very glad to hear that. It's because I love you so much that I want it more."
"I am also glad to hear that, love."
Then he took my face in his hands and pulled it closer to his. I could feel his breath on my face and I could smell it too. I almost nearly fainted. He then kissed me so gently. Again, I forgot to breathe. And like always, he pulled away too quickly.
"Always the responsible one," I heard him mutter under his breath. We sat there in the quiet, staring at each other in amazement. After what seemed like half an hour, he broke the silence.
"You know I care about you, right?"
"Of course I know that." I said as if it were obvious, which it was.
"You also know that I want this wedding because I want you to officially be mine forever, right?"
"Yes…but do you know that I'm always yours forever whether or not we're married?" I asked him in disbelief.
"Of course I know that. But isn't it better if we're married? I mean, we don't have to explain anything to anyone. Don't you think that Charlie is going to ask you why I'm always with you? Why I never leave your side?…except for when I go "hunting" with the family."
"Well…" I leaned my head on his shoulder.
"Bella, Charlie is always going to think that I'm gonna make that same mistake that I made before." He noticed that I grimaced when he mentioned that, and he held me closer. "But marrying you may be a chance to change his mind, and show him that I really do mean it when I say that I will never ever make that mistake again. I won't be able to live with myself if I did. Nothing I do will ever make up for that gaffe, but trying won't hurt me."
I sighed. "Edward, you're already forgiven. As long as I have you in my life, I really don't care about the past. I care about what's happening right now and what's going to happen in our future."
"But you don't get it, love. I will never forgive myself. I know that I hurt you in the past because I thought it would be better. But no matter how many times you say it, I know that my mistake can never be forgiven."
"Well, to me you are forgiven," I said, holding him tighter.
"You only say that," the humor crept back into his voice. "And I thought that you wanted the wedding."
"Oh, I do."
'Then why are you complaining?" curiosity filled his voice.
"I'm not. I was just saying. After all, you did start it," I chuckled quietly. No doubt, he heard it.
"You're right, I did," he said, agreeing with me. Then he chuckled along with me.
"I love you." I raised my face to his.
"You have no idea how much I love you," he smiled that dazzling crooked smile that always overwhelmed me.
"Oh, I have an idea," I said, returning the smile. He kissed me soothingly, but this only lasted a few seconds.
