This story is going to be a political thriller with generous amounts of Bella and Edward thrown in for good measure
If you ask the people of this country about the Cullen's the majority of them would recognize the name in the first instance, some would say "ah! the Senator from Illinois", some would say "that godforsaken Democrat ,what about him?" the younger female demographic who have no stakes in politics would giggle and say "yes those handsome boys,the copper-haired one and the blonde one, they are so hot",my point is that the Cullen's are well-known, a dying breed they jokingly call themselves although those who are intimate with the family would tell you that they don't mean it as a joke at all.
A family where great alliances were made,a family whose ancestors were involved in the declaration of independence, a family with a long line of Harvard and Yale graduates, where the men are the epitome of opinionated masculinity and the women graceful, unimposing femininity.
Like any other epic saga mine too started when I came in contact with this family cause let's face it ordinary people like me don't have an otherworldly story to tell unless they come in contact with some sort of cosmic energy.
I will stumble and make mistakes as I say what I have to say but I have to say it. There is so much buried in here,so much that it is making me restless, it's like a rush of adrenaline, these words they are jumping in my mind rendering all my other senses dull. They are a silent cacophony, tangled web of vowels and consonants, humming along my veins zapping my body with this strange energy. I feel as if it is time someone heard me, even though I know no one is going to hear me just these monogrammed pages and my silver monogrammed pen, a fine set of stationery a birthday gift from my mother-in-law.
For as long as I have been married I have received this exact stationary as a birthday present from my mother-in-law every year, I have written hundreds of notes on them, to my husband,to my parents,colleagues,my in-laws,friends and each time I tore off a page from this note-pad a feeling of accomplishment overcame my senses, I was making good use of the gift she had given me and using it for the purpose she intended, and I knew what her intentions were because her exact words to me had been "Edward told me you are fond of writing, so I had these specially made for you, people nowadays don't write enough, I am thinking of starting a petition for making students write their papers instead of typing them mandatory in schools."
My mother thought that the act of giving me the same gift especially a monogrammed one was something of a royal habit,her words not mine "they are cultured folks like to maintain a consistency", my father thought so too.
My husband the astute, somewhat machiavellian,golden-eyed boy of the family had been too excited for me to open his present and his eager glee had stolen the thunder like it always had,lately I am not so sure of it but once I had been.
Since you have been with me for as long as I have been in this house and I have taken something from you little by little to expose my gratitude, my apologies,my raunchiness to my husband. I feel as if you are the only one who knows me, not the me the Cullens say I am but the actual me, the Isabella Cullen who came to Chicago five years ago to work for a PR firm, the Isabella Cullen who was once a Swan, the one who is a Husky in the sea of pilgrims and bull dogs.
As you already know I was in therapy for the first time today, I did not like her even though she came generously recommended, a batch mate of Edward's, Esme and Carlisle know her too and I suspect he might have dated her in college even though when I asked him he outright I know he did there was something in her eyes today when she was staring at me appearing to be serene, but scrutinising every aspect of my appearance,staring a little too long at my ring finger, if I say all this to Edward he would just say I am being delusional and plant a kiss on my lips, he has been doing it a lot these days, planting kisses on me out of nowhere.
Have to say I like it though, the way he cradles my face when he kisses me then closes his eyes and breathes me in and sometimes gives me a supplementary smooch, it feels good to be loved again,there is nothing in this world that could be better than the feeling of reciprocation, the person you love loves you back whole-heartedly,what could be better than that? Maybe what happened two weeks ago on Sunday really scared him,scared him enough to love me back again.
I am thinking of talking about this feels good to be loved again thing with that satan in the chair, want to see if she calls it normal or needy, I know I am crazy for playing with my mental well-being but I have to spend my time some how before the mandatory 4 weeks therapy with her ends then I can find an actual therapist one who isn't harboring a vendetta against me and a stupid crush on my priapic husband, a male doctor maybe?
It's almost six so now I have to rush now I can hear Edward's muted footsteps on the hallway, we are having dinner with his parents,that's what he told him but I know that they are here to make sure that I haven't set this place on fire and killed their son,apparently I am at that level of crazy.
The expansive chandelier looms over us its yellow light bathing the great dining hall, trying its best to mimic a candle-lit environment, but that's not what Edward looks like under the light of a candle, the edges of his jaw do not appear so sharp, the harsh lines are evened out under the candle light, the smooth expanse of his shoulder which is now covered in a taylor made black suit glow and feels as smooth as butter, last night I got so close to taking off his black boxers but he stopped at the last moment. He wants me to concentrate on getting better but what I need is to forget.I can feel my blush coming and avert my eyes just as Edward turns his towards me it locks for a second before we look away me breaking away from the worried intensity and lo and behold they land on his mother sited across from me. She looks worried but she doesn't have to be I won't do anything drastic in here not in their prized family home, the home that should have gone to Jasper since it was willed to the first-born but his parents thought it was befitting for the future president and so Edward inherited it, Jasper who as promised by Esme is missing from the scene along with his wife Alice.
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