Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own Twilight. The amazing Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and these characters. The plot, on the other hand, is all mine.

The warm summer's rain hit the windshield in soft splats and slid down the glass in long silver streaks. The red truck slowly lurched along the road and came to a stop in front of a single house. The faint glow of a porch light and a single room lit up on the right side were the only things visible in the dark gray sky.

The truck pulled gently to the side of the road just before the curb and stopped near a tall oak tree. The engine hummed for a second, but was then turned off with the flick off a finger. Home sweet home.

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, replaying all of the possible scenarios in my head. This won't be so bad, but of course I always contradicted myself in the end. This was something I didn't ever want to face, but knew I would if I wanted to be with him forever. Him. I turned myself ever-so-slightly in the seat and was immediately met by a pair of glistening topaz eyes.

My heart leaped and my pulse quickened as I stared at the eighth world wonder sitting next to me. He sat there in perfect grace with his head slightly cocked to the side. His body molded to the seat in a perfect fit. His hair was disheveled, but looked like it was meant to be that way. His skin was flawless and his features even more distinct from the faint glow of the streetlights that were warming up. His eyes were curious and seemingly sad. I smiled timidly and reached my hand to his cheek, stroking it gently with my fingertips.

"I still wish I could hear what you're thinking. It's aggravating to just sit here and watch you hopelessly try to figure everything out," Edward said in a velvet tone, resting his cheek on my palm.

I pulled my hand away to try and cover the scarlet blush that was overcoming my cheeks. He straightened his head and reached his hand out to my face. His fingers lingered on my cheekbones and then rested on tracing the lines of my jaw. It just felt so right. Everything we were, everything we could be, and will be. I gently rested my head on his hand. This was how I want to live. This is my life.

"I don't know if I can do this," I said shakily.

Edward's hands cupped my face and drew me closer to his perfection.

"Yes you can, my love. You're stronger than this. Compared to everything else we've been through, this should be nothing," he replied, his icy breath making my head swim.

I knew he was right. This was nothing compared to everything else. We've been through so much and I know that as long as I have him, I can do anything. I took another deep breath allowing his sweet scent to fill my nostrils.

"I know, but for some reason I just can't fight the terror welling up inside. I feel like everything I've ever known will come crashing down in an instant or I'll wake up and this would've have just been a dream," I sighed.

"Bella Swan, engaged to a vampire and friends with a werewolf, but when it comes to parents," he said shaking his head.

"You're not helping much," I cut him off.

"I'm sorry love. I was just trying to lighten the situation and show you how ridiculous you're being."

"I'm not being ridiculous," I said defensively.

"Yes you are my love. You'll be fine. I promise. He seems to be in a good mood today," he said chuckling.

He kissed my forehead. I sighed, pulling my head out of his hands and leaning my head back on the headrest. Breathe Bella. Just breathe. You can do this. This is nothing compared to the vampires that were intent on your death, the werewolf who's still trying to steal your heart and could snap at any minute, and your boyfriend who can't even kiss you without almost breaking you or almost losing control for your blood. Wow. This really is nothing.

"Are you ready or would you like another human moment?" he asked, pure care dripping from his words as he reached over and intertwined my fingers with his.

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be. Promise me," I stumbled on my words.

"It's okay my love. I'll be right here to help you and support you the whole way," he said, his eyes burning with the upmost sincerity.

"Thank you. You will never understand how much that means to me," I choked out.

A single tear streaked down my cheek and he gently wiped it away with his fingertips. I smiled and tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear. I turned toward the door and reached for the handle when I felt myself being turned back around. Before I could even react, Edward pressed his lips to mine. I resisted slightly, but eventually gave in. His scent swirled around me blocking out every thought of worry and every ounce of distress. I knotted my fingers in his hair, pulling him even closer to me. My lips felt warm against his and his scent was utterly overbearing. I parted my lips slightly and allowed his sweet scent to fill my mouth. Sensing my loss of control, he pulled away.

"What was that for?" I asked breathlessly.

"Luck. Trust me, you'll need it," he said smiling my favorite crooked smile as he got out of the truck.

My eyes grew wide in terror and I gasped as the last sentence flowed from his perfect lips. I thought he said Charlie was in a good mood. Oh boy. What have I gotten myself into? I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Edward was at my door in a matter of seconds, opening it for me. I took another breath, trying to release all my worries and nerves in that one single breath. I sighed and surrendered myself to the pallid hand in front of me.

This is my first fanfiction, so please try to review. I've been working on it for quite some time trying to get it posting-ready. I hope you like it.

-Mrs.Cullen1220