Waiting for You

By

Nicole

Disclaimer: I dont own Twilight the great Stephenie Meyer does :) .

Summary: When tragedy strikes, it destroys their little paradise. Can they get back what they lost?

Waiting for You

Chapter 1: Beautiful Day

The day was December 25th, 1917, there was snow outside, but it was going unnoticed by the guests inside a reception hall. There were flowers and candles everywhere along with many guests that were talking and laughing, enjoying their evening before the bride and groom arrived. People clapped for the newlyweds. It wasn't odd that the bride was sixteen, it wasn't usual that the groom was as well.

Edward Masen had his arm around his bride's waist with a smile on his face. He was married to Isabella Marie Swan now Masen. They were basically betrothed to each other since they were kids, their parents believed they would make the right couple. It didn't matter to the young couple anyways, they were unconditionally and irrevocably in love with each other.

Edward kissed the top of his bride's head and she looked up at him. "Shall we dance my Bella?" He asked.

"I'm not a good dancer you know that," she replied.

He chuckled softly as his father put on the record that they had picked out weeks before and Clare de Lune began to play through the reception hall. Edward turned to her and she was surprised when he suddenly lifted her up off the floor and set her back down on his feet. "Is this better, love?" He asked. She smiled softly as they danced to their favorite Debussy song.

The rest of the evening was magnificent, it felt like it was all a dream. Bella smiled as she held onto her husband's hand, her eyes twinkling with undying love and devotion for him. "Come with me," she told him quietly. Edward gave her a quizzical look before she grabbed her jacket and they moved outside, away from the guests and their families.

They stood out in the snow and she let out a deep breath, the cold air creating a small fog forming from her breath. Edward chuckled lightly, moving his hand along her face. "Why are we standing out there love? Why don't we go back inside?" He asked.

"Because I want to be with you, alone," she murmured.

Edward pressed his forehead against hers, moving his hands up and down her arms. "We have forever," he assured her. Bella closed her eyes, her hands resting on his arms.

"For today, I want you for myself, I have been waiting for this," she answered.

The young man smiled before he leaned forward and kissed her gently, his hand on the back of her neck. She kissed him back, closing her eyes. They pulled away when the doors opened. "Edward, Isabella, come back inside before you catch a cold," Edward's mother, Elizabeth, insisted. Edward smiled as he held onto Bella's hand and they went back inside.

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Bella bit her lower lip, she had changed out of her wedding dress and into her nightgown. Her face was burning with nervousness, she knew her cheeks must've went ten shades of red at this point. She let out a deep breath and walked back into the bedroom to find her husband looking out at the window. He looked over at her and a smile came across his face. "You look beautiful," he murmured. He walked over to her, holding her hands in his.

Edward smiled a little before leaning forward and kissing her. She kissed him back, her hands gripping the front of his shirt. He lifted her up off the floor and moved her over to their bed, setting her down in the middle. He carefully lied down on top of her, his forehead pressed against hers. "I love you Bella," he whispered softly. Bella moved her fingers through his hair.

"I love you Edward," she answered, her voice shaking slightly.

"Nervous?" Edward asked gently as his hands slowly cherished her face.

Bella nodded, a lump in her throat suddenly suddenly making her unable to talk. Edward's brilliant green eyes stared into her brown ones with nothing but love and affection. "Me too," he confessed before leaning in to kiss her again. Bella kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his back, pulling him closer to her if it were at all possible.

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Early the next morning, Bella woke up to find her new husband standing by the window again, wearing only his trousers. She bit her lower lip as she put on her nightgown and got out of bed. She walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist. Edward turned to look at her and smiled softly. "Sleep well?" He asked.

"Yes, did you?" She asked.

Edward nodded and kissed the back of her head. "What's wrong?" She asked.

"Nothing love, nothing, just thinking," he replied.

He turned around in her arms, wrapping his arms around her back. "Nothing for you to worry about, I assure you," he added. Bella smiled a little and Edward kissed her gently. "I sent Clara to get us our breakfast," he commented.

"That sounds perfect," she answered.

Edward gave her his usual crooked smile that made her blush. "How does it feel to be Mrs. Masen?" He asked.

"It feels wonderful," she replied.

He stroked her face with the back of his hand with a smile. "I promise that I will make you the happiest woman alive," he whispered. Bella smiled, leaning into his touch.

"You already have," she answered.

Edward pressed his forehead to hers, closing his eyes. Bella wrapped her arms around his neck, closing her own eyes as they both basked in the happiness that they were feeling.