"Guess who?" His hands clasped slowly over my eyes from behind me. I was absolutely certain that however many times he spoke in that velvet voice; the sensation that overcame my body would persist. Although, part of my reaction was missing, it was something that he would miss forever but I was free from the burden of - my burning red blushes that pushed me to the extremes of embarrassments at the most awkward times possible in my human lifetime. Thank god!
"Hmm, Santa Claus?" I spoke softly in a smooth voice that I was just about used to.
"Close enough," Edward whispered in my ear as he turned me around with his hands to face him.
I grinned as wide as possible with sheer elation. "You're just as unbelievable!"
Nothing had changed from before my excruciating transformation; all of my worries had evaporated with my humanity. The only thing that had changed was my species I suppose, only that. To think that I had been worried about my love not being as strong for Edward as it had been before! That passion had to have quadrupled itself. Each time I spent a time with him my desire for him strengthened, though I wouldn't have believed that even possible. I leaned my head forward for one of those moments that I would be insane without, that I would have to die without. His perfect lips found mine.
"Mom!" A tinkling voice echoed down the staircase from upstairs and there was a faint rumbling sound of feet pattering on the marble steps.
Edward smiled, "Here comes the little monster. There's never any peace anymore."
It must have been less than a second until the glass plated door slid open and my angel danced in.
"Ugh, can you two please get a room?" Renesmee's large eyes glinted with humour as she took in the intimate positions that we stood in. Although she sometimes found our relationship embarrassing and a little odd, Edward had assured me that she truly did not mind. In fact she loved it. For that I was grateful, but I was not yet ready to return the favour.
"We already have, we do somewhat own this house you know." Edward stated, interrupting my thoughts. He smiled a loving smile, it was not sort the love that he showed me, but something different that he showed to our baby girl – it was something I could only describe as beautiful adoration. He let my hand slip from his, lurching forward to grab her, well, to grab the air where she had stood previously.
"You're never going to give up are you Dad," Renesmee giggled. I was sure I could see a flow of warmth rush through Edward's body at that last word before she continued, pausing slightly after every word to taunt him further. "You are in fact slower than a four year old."
He straightened up, still smiling, but yet again taking in the fact that he had lost his place as the fastest being in our extensive family and extraordinary group of friends and known enemies, to his own four year old daughter. Although he used the fact that her young teenage appearance meant she was not classed as four years old in this situation as an excuse almost every time.
"Never," Edward never gave up on things easily; he never gave up on protecting me, he never gave up from resisting my blood and never gave up on loving me, through all that I'd done to him. Through all the times I had hurt him with my constant indecisions - which more often than not used to involve Jacob Black, our most regular visitor – he had never stopped. Edward winked at her before turning back to me to resume the moment.
"Out please, you!" I kept my voice as stern as I could whilst holding back the eruption of laughter I had to release. Slowly but surely I was realising that I really wasn't good at this mothering lark. My daughter would just have to put up with having a teenage mother forever, the shame of it...
Renesmee swept across the floor, scooping up her thick, green fleeced sweater from the couch and with a roll of her deep eyes, stalked out of the room.
Edward walked back over towards me slowly; his gaze on the door where she'd exited. "I think she's definitely inherited your stubborn gene, Bella."
"And your speed," I whispered. He turned his head to the side to lock his eyes with mine and his expression was priceless.
"A bit too much of that for my liking," he murmured.
Then, his lips were on mine. Two marble statues grinding together. Well, that is what rocks should do, isn't it? However the word I would place here would be melting, that is the word to fit in my unbelievably perfect fairytale.
Time seemed to pass by like a trickling stream, it felt as if it must have been a day at least when we released, but the moon was exactly where it was before outside in the ebony sky. When I was younger, I used to dream of being a princess. Much like any other girl would do at that age – I wished for a life of luxury and diamonds, living in a castle with a heroic prince and a fairy godmother to watch over me forever and ever.
Now, I still can't believe that my dream had come true. I was not royalty by any means, but all this, all that I have, makes me feel exactly like that princess I always wanted to be. Edward was my prince and my guardian all in one. There was no need for a fairy castle or a never ending supply of jewels and money. Not when I had him. He fulfilled every need I had, except one - my thirst. When he was with me I could very nearly extinguish that burn completely but eventually it had to be relieved, meaning a hunting expedition. Hunting had become my least favourite activity. I detested killing innocent animals; it made me feel like a monster. Perhaps, like the monster I was...
My arms slid down to find Edward's waist, while he entwined his fingers around my left hand where my diamond wedding ring glinted in the silvery moonlight.
"I love you so much Bella Cullen."
Five words that made my life more than anything else, the last two meant the most to me because they made this all seem so much more real. They made me sure that I was the one he wanted, the one that he truly loved. I repeated them in my head in his breathtaking tone; 'Bella Cullen' and I couldn't think of one single thing that I would rather be doing at that moment.