One month until our wedding and I will be marrying the most wonderful being on the face of this earth. Despite our occasional quarrels about the existence of his most definitely present soul, we were completely devoted to each other. What I ever did to earn him, I will never know. But if he's with me, I wouldn't care if the apocalypse was approaching. One month and I was his. One month and he was mine.
I arrived back at home from work. Stumbling and tripping into my bedroom, I sprawled across my bed. Unfortunately, someone was already sitting there. Edward chuckled at me. I saw him reading Peter Pan. "Peter Pan?" I asked. He shrugged.
"Humans that never age. It's interesting." I rolled my eyes. "Regardless," he continued, "you'll always be my Neverland." And he leaned down to kiss me.
One month. I can't wait.