You'll notice that I didn't go down into too much detailing..Like I said, I'm only a beginner.. hehe But I will try my hardest to improve..

This scene takes place inside Bella and Edward's bedroom in the Cullen mansion. She's just killing time as she waits for Edward's return from a hunting trip with the other 3 guys: Carlisle, Emmett and Jasper...


Mr. & Mrs. Edward Cullen

I stared at that bold, golden manuscript on the center bottom of our—mine and Edward's, of course—first portrait together as an officially and legally married couple. The photo was taken straight after the wedding ceremony by my, now official, big brother-in-law, Emmett. Thanks to his uber-cool, not to mention alarmingly expensive Digital SLR camera, the photo looked like it was a super fabulous work of some famous, sought-after professional celebrity photographer. That Grizzly Bear sure has some potential in the world of flashing lights and shutter sounds. But I wasn't being an Alice right now pondering on other people's future. And speaking of Alice, I still owe her a lot of Thank You's for making my wedding just as beautiful as they all are. The Cullens.

I feel like my heart wants to leap out of my chest. I'm now part of this extraordinary family. I'm now Isabella Cullen—Edward Cullen's wife. Hang on, is that right? A Cullen? I still can't believe this. I must be dreaming. The thought still seems so surreal to me even though two months had already passed since our wedding. I couldn't quite contain myself the overwhelming joy I'm feeling, that I'm already getting used to the fact that I'm now happily married to the most romantic being in the whole universe. And what's more, he's a vampire—a completely harmless-to-humans one. Or is he also an angel? More like a yes, for me. But why? I haven't the faintest idea as to what a silly, breakable, klutzy, totally ordinary, imperfect me—human—could have done so great to deserve an irresistibly gorgeous, flawless, god-like him—a super being? I can't seem to find a proper response to that. But regardless of all that, I know that we both love each other unconditionally and that's all there is that matters.

So, here I am still gazing at our wedding portrait that hung majestically on the east side of our bedroom wall. I couldn't sleep yet; I so badly want to wait for Edward to come home from a 3-day hunting trip with Carlisle, Emmett and Jasper. But I know that they won't be home 'til early tomorrow morning. Since they've left, I just stayed indoors and grabbed the opportunity to bond with the others who remained. Esme made delicious meals for me. I tried so hard many times to assist her in preparing and with the household 'chores' but she kept insisting that she's not able to help herself when her motherly instincts just kept kicking in. "It's okay, honey, I'm fine with this. I know you terribly miss your mother that's why I'm making up for her. I do hope I'm doing alright, though. I want to be a good mother to you, Bella because I love you so much; even more now that I can finally call you my own daughter…" She would often say. Every time Esme and I would talk, I always end up seemingly at a loss for words. It's as if she can feel every emotion radiating from me that she easily responds to it by addressing me with her naturally soothing, loving words. She keeps my longing for Renee—and Charlie, of course—in a safe place that I don't have to cry anymore everytime I think of them; missing everything about them, even though I'm oblivious of the fact that they're both living separate lives. Call it Jasper-like but it's still different because Esme kind of sympathizes with me rather than control my emotions. I could never think of a better, more perfect mother-in-law other than Esme. My heart definitely agrees with me.

Alice and Rosalie kept me company most of the time, probably making sure that I wouldn't dare jump out of the window and escape to La Push to, and finally, see Jacob. No, scratch that last—I have no plans. Plus, I mightn't even be welcome in there anymore, what with Jacob and a few others knowing of my soon-to-happen vampire transformation. But I am a hundred percent sure about my decision and there isn't anything that they can do that'll be successful enough to make me take a step back.

Oh, God. These thoughts about Jake make me feel nauseous. Actually, I am nauseous. Not again? So I hurriedly got up and half-ran toward the bathroom and then the sink, fearing that I might ruin our sheets. I tried not to make any sound; I don't want everyone here to get so worried about me. When I finished I felt weak but the about-to-throw up sensation wasn't there anymore, for the moment. I turned the tap on and the water wiped off what was in there. I slowly walked towards the bed and curled up like a ball under the comforter. What's happening to me? I've been like this since about a month ago. The first time was when Esme cooked something that when I tried to smell it, I completely went dizzy and then threw up. I was pretty sure it didn't have blood in it. Understanding as she was, she told me that maybe it was only because I was so tired. But there was something in her eyes that I didn't understand what. She looked suspicious and I didn't know why. Even Alice would examine me with a weird expression—almost like she was hiding something from me. But I didn't bother to ask her what she saw in her vision. To comfort myself, I thought that maybe she saw me having a case of gastroenteritis or just a normal, harmless food allergy. Good thing Edward wasn't present during that time or he would've summoned Carlisle to examine me and then put me to bed rest. The feeling continued on, sometimes twice a day but usually once in every 2 days. That's really weird. Edward caught me once but I just told him I accidentally swallowed a big slice of potato and it got stuck in my throat. Much to my relief, we both would just laugh it off.

But really, I've been thinking…I'm not pregnant, am I? No, that can't be. Maybe I'm just imagining things. Besides, if I really were that, Alice would never think twice to tell me for I know that she would have seen that coming. That helped ease my now panicking mind a little. So, I switched my brain off that before it gets any worse.

I drifted to other thoughts—happy thoughts, in fact. Some unforgettable memory where there are only two people concerned for that matter: Me and Edward. The kind that's worth the as-I-wait-for-Edward-to-come-home state that I'm in. Yes, you guessed it right. Our wedding night. It's something that'll stay with me for the rest of my human existence and beyond. I knew that we were both completely ready to surrender ourselves and let the passion take over. It was very intimate; very mature. Edward handled me so carefully and so lovingly. We just stared into each other's eyes, never even for once letting go of our hold of each other. It's something we'd both treasure within ourselves. It's that physical form of the unbreakable love and devotion we felt for each other. It felt heavenly and too perfect to be real. After the long, careful wait it finally happened, right then and there. And it was indeed worth it. Afterwards, we felt very exhausted of course—Edward, especially, to my surprise—and I slept feeling so proud of Edward himself and of the indescribable degree of self-control he possessed.

I finally sighed, reminding myself of the happiness I'm feeling. Everything that happened to me—both good and bad—can not compare to this new stage in life that I'm living right now. I felt my eyelids closing even though I still wanted to think about more happy memories. I yawned and that ought to give me away because the last thing I remembered doing was reaching for the lamp on the bedside table to switch it off. Then, I finally succumbed to the image in my head—of Edward smiling at me; undoubtedly humming my lullaby. If only it was actually happening tonight...


So there you have it. I know there are obvious flaws in my writing but please do bear with me.. I hope you liked reading it.. :) I definitely won't mind a few reviews from you guys! Teehee ;) thanks!