Okay, before we start I'd like to address something. I know it's not typical back in these times that women would be educated in sex and that their experience is limited to word-of-mouth just before their wedding night. I'm going to go against the grain on that in this chapter for the sake of this story just so there are no surprises.

New readers, welcome! Glad you found Scottish Edward. Returning readers, thank you for sticking with me.

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6

A couple days before our wedding, I took Bella to a seamstress to be fitted for a brand new wardrobe. It was going to be her trousseau. I found out quite quickly that Bella had an aversion to being fitted for new clothes and the new clothes themselves.

When I told her she could have anything, Bella only chose a few fabrics for day dresses and another two for evening gowns much to the disappointment of the seamstress and my surprise.

"That's it? That's all ye want?" I asked in disbelief.

When my mother or my sisters wanted new clothes, they could literally spend all day at the seamstress choosing fabric color, the fabric type and then the design. It was as complicated as it sounds, but Bella made it so simple.

"I don't think I would need more than that, Edward," Bella replied.

She was so endearing but she's crazy if she thought we're only walking out of there with barely a handful.

"Of course ye need more than that, much more because yer my wife and I can afford it."

With the help of the seamstress and her minions, I managed to pick out a ton of fabric for Bella to choose from. I didn't expect her to refuse to choose. She was a stubborn one.

"If ye donna choose lass, I'll just buy it all."

When she heard my threat, she got to work weeding out the colors she didn't like. A girl who seemed to be learning the craft appeared to understand what Bella preferred and soon they were talking designs so I didn't have to. I gladly stepped aside and contently watched my bride-to-be.

"What about underclothes, milaird?" The seamstress asked me while Bella was preoccupied.

I smirked, "I like bows and colors. Although, I'm sure my wife would prefer white. I trust ye to please us both where underclothes are concerned."

By the time we left the shop, it was almost dark outside.

"I didn't know it was getting late," Bella observed when I lifted her onto Midnight.

I mounted behind her and took the reins headed in the opposite direction of home.

"Edward, where are we going?" Bella questioned turning her torso to look up at me.

"Do ye trust me, lass?" I asked.

"I do," her words caused a smile to break out onto my face. She must have realized the reason and blushed scarlet.

"Tis good practice for ye," I teased pressing a kiss to her temple.

She stayed silent leaning into my chest and pulling the furs closer to her body against the bitter chill of the wind.

"Bella, for the past several days we've been sleeping in the same bed and ye even let me hold ye while we sleep," I started slowly. "And on occasion kiss ye. Do ye think ye would be willing on our wedding night?" I asked trying to gauge her reaction.

She shifted against me not daring to look up when I peered down. Her forehead was scrunched up in concentration but she didn't answer me.

"What if I could show ye another side to the act without us actually performing it? Would ye be less afraid?" I asked.

"How would you do that?" Bella questioned as we pulled up to Madam Gertrude.

We arrived at the back door greeted by Madam Gertrude herself. Bella took in the graying madam with nothing more than silent curiosity. We were led inside and up a discreet staircase before entering a hall filled with rooms. I could hear what was happening behind some of those said rooms and I knew that Bella could too.

"Whenever yer ready, milaird," Madam Gertrude smiled and left us to our own devices outside of the door.

"What's going on, Edward?" Bella asked looking at the door warily.

"Do ye trust me, love?" I asked.

Bella nodded.

I took her hand. "Then, donna be afraid."

I turned the knob on the door and led Bella inside. A sheer white curtain was strung from one side of the wall to another leaving us with an open bed in the center on the other side of the curtain. Candles lit up the room aside from the fireplace. Near us was a plush seat that sat one and I realized Bella would have to sit in my lap to be comfortable and it would be easier to whisper in her ear.

"Edward, what is all this?" She questioned eyeing the set up with mixed feelings.

"I'm showing ye another side," I replied settling myself on the chair and holding out a hand to her.

At the moment, I didn't care that this method was unconventional or indecent to anyone else. I only cared about Bella and easing her worries. She slipped her hand into mine and joined me on the plush seat sitting sideways as I held her in my arms.

"I want ye to remember that yer to be my wife in a few days and there's nothing wrong with what we're about to see. If it makes ye truly uncomfortable at any point, we're free to walk out the door but keep in mind I'm only resorting to this to ease yer fears."

"Is this not inappropriate, Edward? Shouldn't you want my eyes to know your body only?" Her innocent question caused fire to leap into the pit of my stomach. If only she knew how I wrestled over that question over and over in my mind before finally deciding to bring her here.

"I want to possess ye body, mind, and soul but I canna do that if ye look at me with fear every time I touch ye like I'm going to turn into some brute animal. So, I'm willing to give up a little piece of my selfishness to eliminate yer fear."

"Do they…" She paused blushing and looked toward the bed.

I held her chin between my thumb and forefinger to lift her gaze up. "Ye can say anything to me, ye know that."

"Do they know they're being watched?" Bella asked softly.

I nod once. That's when the door on the other side of the room opened and a woman, probably closer to Rose's age stepped through with only a soft chemise on. The woman gave no indication that she knew she was being watched. Instead, she went about brushing her hair as if she was routinely getting ready for bed. A moment later, her partner joined the room wearing only cloth trousers. He pulls her into a passionate kiss.

I look down at Bella who was watching wide-eyed with curiosity. Her perfectly pink lips were slightly parted and I was more interested in watching her than the other couple in the room. There was something so intriguing about the innocent way she was exploring them. My body was oddly attuned to hers and I could feel every breath she took or didn't take. I heard a small gasp escape her lips and with surprise looked up to see what had startled her.

The couple was now naked and Bella got her first clear glimpse of a fully erect cock.

"How will he fit?" She rasped softly nudging closer to my body.

I moved her hair to one side so I could whisper in her ear. "He will fit, darling. She will stretch to accommodate him just as ye will for me."

She ducked her head and looked forward to hide the permanent blush now stained in her cheeks. The couple made use of the bed with the man hovering above the woman. They were kissing again and if I guessed correctly, he was headed downward pausing only to suckle on her breasts.

"I thought only babes were allowed to do that," Bella whispered intertwining her hand with mine.

I had to bite back a chuckle before answering. "Nay, husband's are too when it is in the name of pleasure."

As I spoke, the man was kissing along the woman's thighs and practically had his face buried between her legs. Bella gasped and squeezed her eyes closed when the man flicked his tongue out to taste the woman. Louder moans began to fill the chamber.

"What he's doing, is it not sinful?" Bella whispered still with her eyes clamped shut.

"Nay, it willna be sinful when it is between a husband and wife."

"Is he hurting her?"

"Listen, Bella. Are those not moans of pleasure ye hear?" I asked. "Look at the way she writhes at his touch. Do ye think he's hurting her?"

Slowly, Bella shook her head and opened her eyes to look upon the mating couple once again. The woman was nearing her climax and I watched Bella's look of uncertainty change to anticipation. Unknowingly, her breathing was just a little faster now and her chest rose and fell with each breath. In this position, I could see that her blush wasn't only in her cheeks.

Bella gulped when the woman reached her peak with only her partner's tongue to aid her there. As the man prepares himself to enter the woman, Bella turns to me with fear in her eyes. Perhaps, she thought this would be the part where he caused her harm.

"There is nothing to fear when the passion is consensual. She is ready to accept his…invasion," I spoke softly against the shell of her ear.

"Won't there be pain for me?" Bella asked.

"Just a pinch and only for a moment," I reassured.

After that, Bella stayed silent against me as she watched the man claim his partner. The moment he entered the woman, I felt Bella tense up as if getting ready to witness something terrible but she relaxed when only the sounds of passion erupted from the woman.

We met Madam Gertrude at the backdoor once more and the woman had a knowing smile playing on her lips.

"I trust that tonight went well, milady?" She directed the question to a flushed Bella.

"It was umm…" Bella paused to find the right words. "Educational."

I stifled a chuckle behind a cough before ushering Bella toward my horse. I turned back to drop a bag of coins into Madam Gertrude's hands.

"Very educational indeed." I said softly.

"Good luck, milaird."

It was completely dark as we rode home, but it was only nearing suppertime such was wintry weather.

"Are ye well, my love?" I asked when we reached the castle gates.

This whole time she was hiding in my cloak with her arms around my waist and her face buried in my neck probably bracing from the cold.

"I think I'm frostbitten," She laughed her warm breath tickling my neck.

"As a husband, what is my job in that case?" I asked waiting for the gates to be lifted.

"I think you should warm me, husband."

"Wife," I growled before capturing her lips.

I vaguely heard the stablehand greeting us and steering our horse forward, but all I cared about at the moment was claiming Bella's sweet mouth.

"Oh, Jazz! Aren't they darling?" I heard a familiar voice squeal happily.

Bella abruptly pulled herself from me and turned in the direction of the voice.

"Brother, why is yer wife not kept in the house on this cold night?" I asked Jasper, my brother-in-law, who was also responsible for my baby sister.

"I tried but ye know her," He grumbled unhappily while adjusting her cloak.

"I heard the call to open the gate and couldna wait to meet my new sister. Bella, we're going to be great friends!" Alice reached forward to touch Bella's hand.

However uncomfortable, Bella smiled warmly down at my eccentric baby sister who kept her mop of dark hair short but Bella was more focused on her protruding belly. I hopped off the horse and helped Bella down.

"Bella, this is my baby sister, Alice and her husband Jasper. They live further north and like to stay with us when the weather gets colder."

"It's nice to finally meet you," Bella extended a hand such was the English way.

Alice laughed and instantly pulled Bella into a welcoming hug which was awkward because of her belly getting in the way. "This is so exciting. I never thought in a million years that my brother would wed, especially not to a beautiful woman such as yerself."

"I'm sure Edward is not without his charms," Bella smiled as Alice finally released her hold.

"Ye don't sound entirely Scottish," Alice pointed out.

"Bella's half English," I jumped in. "Her father was a Scotsman. Laird Swan, may he rest in peace."

"I'm sorry fer yer loss," Jasper spoke up to dispel the sudden silence in the conversation.

"We should hurry inside, sister. I fear my fingers are falling off, I can't feel them anymore," Bella suggested and Alice quickly agreed. They walked side by side inside while Alice chattered happily.

Jasper stared at me while pondering something.

"What is it, brother?"

"Yer wife-to-be is the gem of the Swan clan?" Jasper questioned more curious than anything.

"Aye."

"Tis is a story ye must tell me about," He grinned.

I nodded, "Aye, but I must warn ye that it is not without its tragedies."

"The death of laird Swan and the head of Black wolf mounted on a spike in front of yer castle. Ye 'ave to tell me about all of it."

"All in due time," I agreed.

The mood was festive once we finally made it back inside where two fire places were roaring and the ale was flowing. It was a celebration of my engagement and pending nuptials. Bella had a wreath of wild flowers on her head which caused me to smile involuntarily. She looked like some sort of wood nymph with all of the seduction of nature.

"I heard from Emmett that ye took her to Madam Gertrude," Jasper said beside me.

"Aye, another long story," I acknowledged.

"How was it?" Jasper asked curiously.

I smirked, "In my bride's words…it was educational."

Food was being placed onto the tables gearing up for supper. I took my place at the head of the table in front of the room and Bella dutifully left Alice and Rose to sit at my side. Supper commenced fairly loud and filled with jolly conversation.

I told my family about Bella's aversion to create a new wardrobe at the seamstress and just like I suspected. Rose and Alice jumped right in with their opinions on that subject matter. I watched as my bride tried to fend off their remarks without success. This was a subject she couldn't win and I was fully aware of it.

"Alright, that's enough," I laughed at Bella's frustration. "I did manage to convince her to fill her wardrobe."

That did the trick and silenced my sisters.

Bella punched my arm, "You knew that was going to happen."

"Aye, but I couldna resist," I smiled touching my forehead to hers.

"Ma, aren't they a perfect match?" Alice asked fawning over us.

"Aye," My mother agreed with tears in her eyes.

"Toast! Toast!" Emmett bellowed.

"Yer not supposed to toast until the wedding," I said.

"It doesna hurt to say a few words about yer bride. Maybe officially announce yer pending nuptials," My mother suggested.

Bella was shaking her head at me silently pleading with her eyes to not call attention to ourselves. I kissed her forehead and pulled her up from her seat with me. My family cheered grabbing everyone's attention in the dining hall. Conversations ceased when they realized I wanted to speak.

"I want to officially announce my wedding to the beautiful Lady Isabella Swan which will occur in a short few days but feels like forever," I smiled at Bella who blushed slightly at the scattered laughter amongst my family and men.

"She will be yer new Lady of the Keep and my blushing bride," I announced. The men hollered jovially clanking their cups against one another.

"I just want to say that by agreeing to marry me, she has made me a blessed man filled with the joys of the world," I stated to louder roars of approval.

"So, celebrate with me fer some of ye never thought ye would see this day," I finished and raised my glass as the laughter rang out.

People began to converge at our table to openly give their blessings and my men gave their vow to serve and protect my wife-to-be as they did for me. Bella wholeheartedly accepted each and everyone by thanking them sincerely.

"Yes, a whore's daughter is to be our new Lady of the Keep!" A voice rang out in the crowd.

Tension filled silence crept into our bubble of happiness and the women exchanged whispered words behind their hands.

"Step forward and voice yer opinion strong and true!" I called for the coward.

I was not surprised to see James and his two followers step forward from the crowd. James had a sneer on his face as he openly perused Bella as if I wasn't standing there at all.

"I will gouge yer eyes out with my fingers if ye donna cease looking at her like so," I balled up my fists.

James smirked at Bella before meeting my eyes.

"State yer problem with my wife-to-be," I commanded.

"The gem of the Swan clan is half English, is she not? Born from an English mother who decided to run away with her child's tutor no less. This woman is the daughter of a whore and should be condemned as such," James stated.

A man by the name of Michael tried to pull James away. "Milaird, he is deep in his cups and no longer knows what he's saying. Please forgive him."

James easily knocked Michael away and continued, "She shant be Lady of the Keep. Instead, she should be passed around from men to men-"

I could no longer hold my rage as I drew my dagger and pressed it into his throat. "Say one more word," I warned. "And I shall slit yer throat where ye stand!"

My brothers pried me off of the coward warning him to keep his mouth shut if he wanted to live to see the light of a new dawn.

"Isabella is the daughter of a respectable laird of Scotland and soon to be my wife. Anyone who wishes to say otherwise can leave this castle with only the clothes on their back. I willna hear of this matter anymore." I announced before pulling Bella upstairs with me.

Once in our bedchamber, I got undressed for bed keeping only my trousers on. I helped Bella with the ties of her gown before going over to the fireplace to light a fire as she undressed. When I got a fire roaring, Bella was already tucked under the furs waiting for me. I slid in next to her putting an arm around her head so that she could use it as a pillow.

"If ye want to cry, lass…"

"It's nothing I haven't heard growing up," She replied snuggling closer to me. I couldn't decide if she was just cold or if she needed comfort. I held her close regardless.

"My grandmother doted on me since the day I was born. That was where I got the name 'the gem'. The gem of our clan, she used to always say. When my mother ran away and my father turned to drink to ease his sorrows. My grandmother took care of me but she suddenly changed. She didn't look at me like she used to anymore. I could see her sadness for her only son and the bitterness she held toward my mother and gradually me."

"Bella," I wanted her to stop this trip down memory lane. There was nothing good that could come from it.

"Everything that was once English in our home was shunned. Our vases from England were smashed to pieces. My treasured toy dolls were burned and every time I spoke in my English accent, my grandmother would slap me until I repeated it in a perfect Scottish brogue," Bella paused.

"So, ye see," Bella spoke in her Scottish brogue and it was perfect. "It is naught that I donna 'ave a Scottish accent. It was my way of rebelling against something that wasna my fault."

"It wasna yer fault, Bella." I rested my palm against her cheek as I peered down at her.

"My father finally came to his senses and protected me against the one person who used to love me the most. Even on her deathbed, she swore that she would never forgive my mother and despised the English blood running through my veins. Then, my father who I tried to please in every way and the only person left to love me has left me. So, do you understand why I tried so hard to refuse you?"

I looked at her in confusion as I shook my head.

"Everyone who has ever cared for me: my mother, my father and my grandmother. They all left me in the end. So, I couldn't stand it if you ever left me too. I surely couldn't survive it."

Finally, I understood why she rejected me time and time again. She was only protecting her heart. It was never because she didn't want me, but because she was afraid I would leave her.

"I swear I will be with ye always. Forever," I promised.

She smiled through the tears in her eyes, "I think I would like to die a day before you."

"What a morose thing to say, lass," I grumbled. We were barely starting. I didn't want to have to think about us dying.

"Let's talk about something else, then," She suggested tracing a finger across my bottom lip.

"What do ye have in mind?" I asked.

"The visit at Madam Gertrude," She replied at which I groaned and collapsed onto my side of the bed.

"I have questions, tons of them!" Bella exclaimed hovering above me.

"Och, lass, if we talk about that here and now, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself. Ye seem to think that I have infallible self control when it comes to ye but that is far from the truth," I turned on my side to avoid her pleading eyes.

That didn't stop the wily lass from pressing her body into my back and placing her lips just at my neck and planting a kiss there before laying back down.

"Yer gonna be the death of me, Bella," I turned back around and gathered her in my arms.

"What-?"

"Good night, lass."

"Good night, Edward."

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