I sighed in content, and leaned my head to rest on his shoulder, breathing in his familiar scent. I felt his lips in my hair.
"Why me?"
"What do you mean?" he asked genuinely puzzled.
"Why am I the girl resting my head on your shoulder when you could have any other girl in the world?"
He laughed,"I can't believe your still asking that after all this time."
I laughed a little too,"Well it's still unbelievable even after four years that I'm the girl you chose, that that's our daughter in the princess bed upstairs, and that this is the wedding ring you gave me four years ago."
And it was unbelievable that he was still so in love with me as he always had been, I was so ordinary when he found me, and for the whole first year and a half we were dating. Of course now that I was changed I wasn't quite so ordinary. I looked at our reflection in the T.V., two gorgeous, extremely pale figures, gold eyes glistening in the light from small light on the end table. Unbelievable. It's the only word that I could think of.
Interrupting my thoughts, Edward reached over and grabbed me, pulling me close, to cradle me to his chest like you would a small child.
He looked into my eyes with a love that would never diminish or dull or die, a love he had always had for me, and when he smiled my crooked smile, I knew my eyes reflected the same love.
"You really want to know why?"
I nodded, closed my eyes, and buried my head in the hollow underneath his chin and listened in silence.
"Okay," he said quietly,"because when I hold you close I feel complete, because when I watch you rock our little girl to sleep I can't help but smile at how blessed I am, that all my prayers have been answered, because you're brave and beautiful, always have been. Because when you smile I swear I can feel my cold, dead heart beat, and when you kiss me I feel like crying. When you hold my hand minutes feel like years, because when I see Renesmee's wide, chocolate brown eyes, I remember the same eyes in a seventeen year old girl, who attracted danger like a magnet, and blushed when I looked at her. A girl who was and still is a little too stubborn for her own good, who was never scared of me because she listened to her heart rather then her instincts, a girl who's thoghts were unkown to me, who was unique and intriguing, selfless and caring, kind and considerate, silly and serious, so breakable yet so brave and still is all these things even after all she's been through. A girl who made me feel so human again. A girl who does and always will own my heart."
"That, Isabella Marie Cullen," he smiled as he said my fairly new last name,"is why you are my wife, the mother of my little angel, and the love of my never ending life. You are the person I will love from the dawn that is breaking in our lives together, to the twilight that sets in slowly and beautifully, you are as bright as the new moon, you are the beautiful sun in my never ending midnight, and yet you eclipse the blinding light of my fears, I love you Bella Cullen forever and a day."
And then I knew, I'd always known, that I was his and he was mine and he loved me for the reasons that I couldn't understand until he explained them a million more times. Our love was like the kind in fairy tales never ending, never failing. In a couple hundred years we would still be as madly in love as that day in the meadow, the first night he stayed with me while I slept,the night I agreed to marry him. Our love would never die and so I guess in a literal sense we will live happily ever after.
