So, this is my first twilight fan-fic. It's basically just what I think is going to happen post Eclipse. Anyway, hope you enjoy, and please review, even if you don't.

Chapter One: Clumsier than usual

I heard the cup falling to the ground and winced as I anticipated its crash. It never came. Just in the nick of time a pair of long white hands shot out and grabbed the cup securely. He looked up at me from the ground, his eyes reproachful, "Bella..." he said it with an emphasis on the 'a'.

I glared at him, just because he was an inhumanly fast vampire. Just because we all couldn't be the epitome of grace, "You know I'm clumsy, Edward. Deal with it," I snapped at him.

He grinned at me, topaz eyes making my anger melt away into nothingness. "I do know that you're clumsy, but four cups in one morning...That's a bit much even for you."

I gritted my teeth. He was right of course; it was the fourth cup I had almost dropped that morning. I just couldn't seem to stop my hands from shaking and it was making me even clumsier than normal. I looked down at them worriedly and noticed that they were still trembling.

Edward caught the direction that I was looking in and decided to have a look for himself. "I knew that you weren't ready. In fact I don't think you ever will be ready," he said as he took in my shaking hands.

This time I really was angry with him, "Edward! You promised me. You said that you would change me after we got married. We're going off to college," he snorted here. He and I both knew that we were not going to college that was just a cover, something to tell my dad. I continued as though he hadn't made a sound, "We'll be away from everyone. You are going to change me," I stared at him, daring him to tell me that he wouldn't. The look was a trick that I had picked up from Alice; she used it on Jasper whenever she wanted him to take her shopping.

Edward sighed, "Fine." He then looked at me seriously, "You know Bella, there's still time for you to rethink this. It's not a decision to be made lightly, becoming one of the living dead."

At this I smiled. If he really thought that I was going to back out now then he was being optimistic to the point of insanity. "I'm prepared to risk my soul, Edward," it was the truth even though it made him purse his lips. In exchange I would get him, forever. The trade off was worth it to me.

He just looked at me in a concerned way, as though I was completely insane. I rolled my eyes at him; he was still trying to talk me out of it even one day before it was going to happen. It was no use; this decision had been made a month ago when I married him. No, it had been made years ago when I first met him.

Now that I was married to him though, it seemed inevitable that I join their number. How could you be married to a vampire, when you were not one yourself? Edward himself admitted that he was likely to crush me by accident if I was still human once we were living together.

No, my mind was completely made up, that was decided. I would be a vampire and if Edward decided to back out at the last minute – like I was so afraid that he would – then there was always Alice or Carlisle to do it for me.

"You're having doubts Bella," he sounded sad yet satisfied at the same time. How very wrong he was, I was not having doubts. Every single thought that I had was enforcing my conviction that the only way Edward and I could be together forever was for me to give up my humanity.

I laughed, "No. I'm not," I said shortly, hoping that the laugh would tell him just how ridiculous the very notion of me having doubts was.

Unfortunately the message did not seem to get through, "I don't blame you," he told me, his perfect brow creased. "I would be having doubts too if I had a life, family, friends," his nose wrinkled as he said friends. He was no doubt thinking of Jacob Black, my werewolf best friend. I had an obvious inability to make friends with human beings.

I shook my head, but not so confidently this time. Jake was the one thing about me becoming a vampire that was even vaguely off-putting. Vampires and Werewolves have an ingrained hate of each other and I just happen to be friends with both. My joining up to the 'bloodsuckers' as Jake called them, was probably going to make him hate me for throwing away our friendship, not to mention my life.

I frowned just thinking about it, Jacob was more than angry with me. He was so devastated by my decision that he was wasting what little time we had left together. He had refused to come to my wedding - though that might have been because of Edward and the rest of the Cullens – he was also ignoring all of my calls though, and that could be attributed to nothing other than him being very angry with me.

In fact, Jacob was so upset with me that his pack of Quileute werewolves had promised to track Edward down and try to kill him once he had bitten me. Carlisle had eventually managed to talk them around, but they were still touchy on the subject of my impending change, they all seemed to feel that I had betrayed them in some way or other and it was true I had.

The pack had helped me through my hardest times and what had I done? I'd turned around and joined the beings they hated the most. All that I can say in my defense is that I'm in love, and really all's fair in love and war.

Edward seemed to realize that he had finally found the one argument that would make me stop for a second and think. That was all the time it bought him though, I was irrevocably in love with him and I knew without a doubt that the pain of losing him would be more than the pain of losing everything else that I held dear.

I was thankful that Edward let the subject of my change slide as soon as he found the chink in my armour. Instead he moved into the living room of our tiny house in Forks – we had bought one just after the wedding – and switched on the TV.

This in itself told me that he was trying to help me. Edward rarely watched TV, he hated it. The only other time I had seen him do it was when he was humouring my dad and watching the baseball. His eyes were noticeably glassy as he stared at the brainless sitcom that had just come on. I knew that he wasn't really paying attention and I laughed, I had found the one thing that Edward failed to be good at. Pretending to be interested in things that he was not.

"You know what I hate about this?" he said after a while, "It's boring, I can't even hear what the people are thinking. Real life is far more dramatic."

I snorted, only Edward would find life more dramatic than a soap opera. Then again people's thoughts may well be very much more interesting than what they said. I knew that mine weren't, but I couldn't vouch for other peoples', perhaps that was why Edward couldn't read my mind? I didn't have interesting thoughts; my mind was generally just a blank.

We continued to watch in companionable silence, Edward and I had never felt the need to fill every silence with unnecessary chatter. Our love for each other could be seen by outsiders even without the gooey affection other couples displayed.

After a while I tired of the sitcom and turned my attention to him. I stared at him trying to understand why such a degree of perfection would just settle for me. I couldn't work it out and I continued to peruse his face, poring over every detail of his face.

Eventually he turned to me playfully and said, "I suppose you find me more interesting than this show?" he gestured to the television as he said it.

"Well, yes," I rolled my eyes, of course I found him more interesting than this stupid TV show, "If I didn't then I wouldn't be exchanging my soul for you tonight."

He sighed and looked displeased once more. I shrugged; I was not going to avoid talking about it because it made him antsy. It was going to happen and that was that, in approximately five hours I would be dead, and I was looking forward to it.