Story of My Life by EdwardCullensGirl09
Disclamer: I don't own any of these characters. They all belong to the wonderful Stephenie Meyer.
Chapter One
"Good morning, my beautiful, blushing bride-to-be."
My eyes snap open and I am sure I am in heaven. Sunlight streams through the partially opened blinds, reflecting off Edward's skin and throwing rainbows aross my room. He smiles that amazing crooked smile at me and kisses my forehead.
"Did you get enough sleep?"
"Plenty. I wish I could have stayed up all night with you."
"Nonsense," he says. "You're only human, Bella. You need your rest. Besides, you have an eternity of sleepless nights ahead of you." He sighs.
"It's too early for this conversation, Edward."
He chuckles. "Not for me."
"Never for you, but it's way too early for those of us that do require sleep to participate in a serious conversation."
He is quiet and I close my eyes, enjoying the silence. Edward's arms tighten around me and he makes a throaty noise. "You heartbeat sounds wonderful this morning. It's like a drug. I can't get enough of it."
"You're still not convincing me, "I murmur. "Enjoy it while you can."
He sighs again but does not mention the subject any further. A few minutes later he lifts his head up and looks at the door.
"What's wrong?" I question.
"Alice is very distinctively thinking of you in a very excited manner downstairs right now. She's really trying very hard not to come up here and interrupt us."
"It must be very important if she wants to come up here," I mumble against his ear before kissing his neck. "I wish she wouldn't."
"I wish so, too. I'm having far too much fun without her, but she's walking upstairs right now."
"Perhaps we should give her something to interrupt," I suggest, draping my leg over his.
His lips meet mine with gentle urgency, but he pulls away before I have time to respond. I scowl at him. The door open and cuts his laugh short.
"Go away," I mumble, yet Alice comes dancing in anyway, carrying a bright neon pink bag that makes me cringe.
"But I brought wedding presents!"
Any other time I might chastise her for buying me anything, but I have more important matters on my mind now. That in nearly 24 hours' time I'll become Mrs. Bella Cullen, for example.
Mrs. Isabella Edward Cullen.
Ooh, I like that.
I am yanked out of my daydream when Edward speaks to Alice. "What in that bag is so terrible that you have to recite the periodic table to keep me out of your head?"
Alice grins. "I don't think any of it is terrible, and I'm honestly sure you won't either, dearest brother, once Bella opens it."
Oh, dear Lord, now I know this can't be good.
Alice only continues to smile sweetly as she places the bag in front of me on the bed. I stare at the bag and she stares at me expectantly. "Aren't you going to open it?"
I take a shakey breath and move my hands toward the present. I feel Edward stiffen next to me.
Oh. My. God.
I know my face has to be as red as my truck outside. Vampires can't blush, but Edward comes pretty damn close to turning red himself. Alice lets out a squeal.
Because in my left hand I am holding a black, lacy bra-and-thong set; in my right a cerulean blue bra-and-boyshort set. I drop the both and bury my face in my hands.
"Alice, out. Now." Edward's words are menacing, threatening.
"The black is my favorite," Alice says, continuing as if she had not just caused the most embarrassing moment of my life. "But I saw the blue and knew you'd both love it. I figured you would be more comfortable in it, and, like I've told you before, I know blue is Edward's favorite color on you." She giggles. "Well, I guess it will soon be Edward's favorite color off you."
I groan and feel Edward practically fly off the bed beside me. "Goodbye, Alice!" he yells, pushing her out the door and slamming it closed behind her.
Her gleeful laughter echoes up to me from downstairs.
