The wedding was beautiful. The reception was beautiful. And now, as I stood in the suite's bathroom, looking in the mirror and seeing two sparkling green eyes looking back at me, I couldn't help but realize (for once) that I, too, was beautiful. Alice had outdone herself on this one. My wedding dress was long and elegant, with a 7-foot long train that had trailed behind as I made my way down the aisle. Then, for the reception, she had detached the train and took out my bun to let my hair fall over my shoulders. She had thought of everything, even to this point, as I unzipped my dress and the white, lacy lingerie that hugged my body started to reveal itself. Despite being alone, I blushed ferociously. Alice had insisted that my everyday under garments weren't going to cut it for my wedding night, so I agreed to wear this little getup. I looked towards the closed door, knowing that my husband was waiting for me on the other side, and I immediately regretted that decision. As if I wasn't nervous enough…

"Bella?" I heard his voice through the thick wooden door.

"Yes?" I answered, and was embarrassed by how shaky my voice was. Even my one-syllable words, which normally did an excellent job of hiding my fear, sounded weak.

"I'm ready." He replied in an unintentional low, husky voice. I walked over to the door and leaned against it. He had wanted me to wait in the bathroom so he could set up the room a little. But also I think he was letting me have a chance to prepare myself. He sensed my nervousness on the way to the hotel, and did everything in his power to try to calm me. I looked in the mirror again as I slid off my dress to fully reveal the white lace. "Bella?" He asked again. "Are you all right?" His voice was gentle, as it always was when he asked me this. I sighed as I leaned my head back against the door, fully knowing he was right there on the other side, doing the same thing.

"I'm scared." I whispered, lowering my head in shame. I heard him sigh heavily.

"We don't have to do anything if you don't want to, Bella. You know that." He told me softly.

"No, I know. I want to…it's just--"

"Bella," he interrupted, "can you please come out here? I would much rather be looking into your eyes right now rather than the crevices in this wood." He laughed so softly, I could barely hear it. I nodded silently to myself before turning the golden handle, and pushing the door open slowly, revealing just parts of me at a time. I stepped out into full view in front of Edward, and watched as his eyes wandered my body for a split second before meeting mine.

"Blame Alice." I told him. My arms immediately flew to cover my chest as a wave of self-consciousness washed over me. "If I would have had it my way, I--"

"Don't." He told me as he took a few steps towards me and lowered my arms from my body, intertwining my fingers with his own. "You're being absurd." His eyes looked over me once more. "Bella. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen." He flashed a bright smile at me and I saw that his eyes were even brighter than before, specks of gold flickered as they caught the light. I felt the red flood my cheeks even more.

"You sure?" I asked as I lowered my head and buried my face into his chest.

"Positive. I intend to thank Alice as soon as we get back." he replied, stroking my hair. We stayed like that for a few moments, before I looked up and finally noticed the room. I can't believe I had missed it before. Candles were placed throughout the suite, tiny orange flames danced in every corner, each one letting off a faint scent of vanilla. Red rose petals were scattered around the bed, each one colored deep red, perfectly rounded, flawless.

"Oh my god…" I whispered as I looked around again. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him watching me, admiring my every expression. "You did all of this for me?" I looked back at him.

"Well, I had a little help from Rosalie. She picked out the candles. But the roses were all my idea." He smiled proudly.

"Edward, it's amazing. It's beyond amazing. I can't believe you do this. The suite was beautiful enough as it was, but now..." I trailed off.

"Now it's closer to being only a fraction of how beautiful you are." He finished, looking into my eyes deeply. Suddenly, my fear was back. I let go on his hands reluctantly and sat on the bed. He quickly followed.

"Bella...love, talk to me." He stroked my hair, as I turned my head away from him. I tried with all of my might to hold in my tears, but it was no use. They streamed down my face anyway. Hesitantly, I met his eyes, which now looked pained as he saw me crying.

"I'm scared, Edward." I blurted.

"Bella, I--"

"No, please listen." I told him, taking both of his hands into my lap. "I want this more than anything else in the world, I always have. But now that it's finally here, finally about to happen, I can't help but be scared. It's a really big deal to me--"

"As it is for me." he interrupted.

"And I just...I don't want to disappoint you."

"That's what you're afraid of?" He asked, lifting my chin. "Disappointing me?" I nodded slowly, wiping a tear from my cheek. "Bella, nothing you do could ever disappoint me. Just being here with you, alone, and seeing how beautiful you are...I'm already the happiest man alive." His eyes grew with amusement, and a lighthearted smile spread across his face. "Do you have any idea how much I love you?"

"Just an idea…" I replied, and smiled gently. He brought his hands to my face, and stroked my cheeks.

"Silly Bella." He laughed. "Of all the things you could be worrying about tonight, you're worried about disappointing me?"

"I suppose I just care more about you than I do myself." I told him seriously.

"And that," he sighed, "is what worries me." I looked down, but didn't take back what I just said. It was true. He's constantly saving me, and giving my more love than I probably deserve. But I never want to let him go.

"What if, after tonight, nothing is the same? What if we don't feel the same about each other, and you instantly regret marrying me, and--" Suddenly, I was cut off. He pressed his marble lips gently to mine, letting them part slightly. I immediately drew in his cool breath, my fingers tangled in his bronze hair. In one swift motion, he pulled me into his lap, without breaking the kiss. Against his chest, I could feel the vibrations of a low purr that gathered deep within him. To my disappointment, he pulled away, lingering on my lips for as long as he could. Finally, he spoke.

"Nothing will ever change how I feel about you, Bella. I've told you before, and I'll tell you now; you are my life. My everything. It just hurts me to see that you don't seem to know that yet." His eyes were gentle.

"I do know it, Edward. But how can you not see what a dream come true you are? Just when I think you can't get anymore perfect, you do something new that amazes me." I buried my head into his chest, his hand immediately pulled it up, using a gentle but stern force.

"I'm far from perfect, Bella. If I were perfect, I wouldn't be here right now, with you as my wife. I would have left a long time ago."

"I'm glad you didn't." I whispered, not knowing what else to say. He simply laughed softly.

"Yes, well, that's because you seem to be oblivious to how dangerous I am."

"Soon enough I'll be just as dangerous, Edward. And then I intend to give you a run for your money." I answered lightheartedly.

"I can't wait." He whispered back. My heart sped up. That was the first time he had ever said anything positive regarding my becoming a vampire. Up until this point, he kept trying to talk me out of it. His chin was resting on my head, and his arms tightened around my waist. "I love you so much, Isabella Cullen." He said in his softest, sincerest voice.

"Cullen." I whispered to myself, and glanced down at the gleaming rock on my finger. My heart nearly flew out of my chest as I repeat my own name to myself in my head over and over…

I'm sure he could feel my pulse increase rapidly. Without any hesitation, I turned myself around in his arms, and kissed him with as much passion as he would allow.

"Bella…" He breathed in between the kisses, soft and gentle, yet heated. "Are you sure?" He pulled away to ask. He was looking at me than more love than I have ever seen.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

"If I hurt you..." His eyes became slightly pained.

"You wont." I started.

"But if I do...Bella--"

"I will tell you." I nodded understandingly. "But I trust you, Edward. You have to start trusting yourself." I told him, while stroking his cheek. "I'm ready for this." For a moment, he just looked into my eyes, debating what to say. Finally, a smile spread across his face.

"Good. Because I would hate for this wonderful attire to go to waste." He lightly fingered the lace on my hips.

"Ugh. Don't remind me. For a moment, I actually had myself convinced that I was wearing my old jeans again."

"You're over-exaggerating, Bella. You look absolutely exquisite."

"Edward…" I whispered, blushing.

"A vision of beauty." he continued, amused.

"Edward." I said more sternly, but with a smile.

"A one-of-a-kind masterpiece, a--"

"Please shut up." I blurted before he could finished, and pressed my lips fully to his. He held my head tightly to his this time, letting his lips explore a little more than usual. I felt his icy hands on my hips, gently sliding up my bare back, giving me goosebumps. I must have been so into the moment, because when he had pulled away, I saw that we were now lying on the bed, he stabled himself with his elbows, leaning over me.

"Thank you." He told me simply.

"For what?"

"For giving me my soul back. For giving me heaven, right here on earth." His eyes grew warmer now, and burned through me. Leave it up to Edward to take a normally very cheese line and turn it into beautiful poetry. Damn him...