I have gone through all the reviews twice and there are some questions I can't answer, but I will do my best with the ones I can.

-They will stay together and there will be no break up. This will be a hea.

-Edward is 28 and a doctor.

-Bella is 17 and in her last year of high school.

-More will come out as we go along as far as Alice goes.

-As of now I haven't written a epov.

-Will Edward loosen up? A little.

-Arranged marriage. This is thought of by the founding family. Marcus is the leader and Aro is his son who will take over leading the community. They match people up acording to what they believe will be a good match. The community is old fashion and girls used to marry a lot younger, so that I how I came up with that.

-Edward and Bella will become close, but it will take a little bit to get there.

I hope this answered some of your questions. If not keep asking and I will answer what I can or pm me.


"We have neighbors, Isabella," Edward says making his presences known.

"It wasn't that loud and you scared me," I tell him holding my chest.

"Don't argue with me and I don't want to come home to that again," he says as I nod.

"I'm sorry, dinner's done," I say as he nods at me. He takes his stuff to the living room, and I'm making my plate when he comes into the kitchen to wash his hands. I really don't know what to say to him now. I take my plate to the table and then get drinks before sitting with my husband who is already eating.

"How was your first day?" he asks as he eats.

"Very strange. Things are so different here," I tell him as he nods.

"Thing are very different, but I think it shows us how good we have it at home," he says. I would have to agree with him. "Make any friends?"

"I did," I say with a smile. "Her name is Alice and she's so different, but nice all the same. She drives to school and she gets her car back next week, so would it be okay if I rode with her?"

"I don't know, Isabella," he says shaking his head no.

"The bus is scary. These people yell and scream at each other. I even saw a fight today. I didn't see one person that didn't swear and these kids stick their tongues down each other's throats like it means nothing. Honestly, I don't like the school here," I tell him looking to my lap. "I'll do whatever you want. I won't argue."

"Why do you have to wait till next week?" he asks. I'm happy he's at least going to talk to me about it.

"I never asked. She just said that she was getting her car back next week," I tell him making a mental note at ask her tomorrow about it.

"Fine, we will try it, but if it becomes a problem, then it will end," he says as I smile. I put my hand in his giving it a squeeze.

"Thank you," I tell him as he sighs. I pull my hand away when he doesn't say anything. "How was your first day?"

"Fine," he says.

"You said we could talk over dinner," I tell him as he puts more food in his mouth.

"I can't talk about my work."

"Okay, I understand that, but what can we talk about then?"

"I don't know," he says as I start to feel sad. "I'll take more milk, please." With a sigh, I get up picking up my finished plate and taking it to the sink, before I get the milk. I pour him a glass and take it back to the fridge. I sit quietly at the table and wait for him to finish eating. He doesn't make any type of conversation, and neither do I.

When he's done eating, he goes to do whatever and I clean the kitchen. When I'm done, I stick my head in the living room to see he's sitting at the desk with a stack of papers. I had a feeling he was going to be there for a while. I ask him if he needs anything and when he says no, I go to our room. I get my things ready for tomorrow and I fix his socks. I pick up our room a little, but I just want to relax, so I fill the tub so I can soak. I'm shocked Edward just walks into the bathroom. He shakes his head when I sit up and bring my knees to my chest covering myself. My eyes go wide when he uses the toilet. I'm honestly in shock, but what really gets me is when he gets in the tub with me. I move forward making room for him and when he settles he sighs.

"Lean against my chest," he says lightly pulling on my arms. I move back carefully, so I don't slosh the water. As I lay my head on his chest, he puts his hands on my stomach. "I'm sorry. I'm not any good at this whole husband thing."

"You said we would both be learning," I say as I pick at my fingers.

"I know it doesn't look like it, but I'm trying. I'm not a huge fan of the way our families do marriage," he says.

"Okay, what don't you like about it?" I ask hoping to keep him talking.

"I think we need to get to know one another. I'm not a fan of the age difference. I feel like we'll have nothing in common. Most of the couples I know don't have any common interests. I just wish the founding family would allow us to get to know each other first," he tells me as I sigh.

"I guess I don't know any better," I say sadly. "I like all kinds of music, because my parents liked different kinds. I'm used to watching sports, and I understand football pretty well. I like Nascar too. I like pretty much any kind of sitcom, so I know there won't be anything I don't like that you may watch. I like to joke and laugh and before my older brother left, he taught me how to arm wrestle. He probably taught me things he shouldn't have, but I loved the time he spent with me."

"What else did he teach you?" he asks.

"How to burp really loud, armpit farts, knock-knock jokes, and he taught me how to throw a punch," I tell him as he chuckles.

"I don't even know how to do an armpit fart," he says making me laugh.

"I can teach you," I tell him as my fingers dance over his arms. "I think I was raised a little differently than most kids back home. We were taught that there was a place and time for things. My parents didn't care if we messed around the house or slept in. On the weekends we were allowed to sit around and watch TV all day. I know what needs to be done, but if you ever need something extra just tell me."

"I will," he says as his fingers run across my stomach. "I was never allowed to watch TV or listen to music with lyrics. I'm not good with noise for the fact that I didn't grow up with it. When I left for college, I was too uptight to hang out with other guys my age. I wasn't there to party; I was there for an education. Just like you, I have been through many classes on how to be a husband."

"Cool," I say looking up at him. "I'll teach you to laugh and I'll show you some funny shows when you have time."

"I'll make time for you," he says as he kisses me. "For now though, things for me will be a little busy until I get into the swing of things."

"I understand," I say as I lift up to kiss his neck.

"How are you feeling?" he asks as his fingers danced at the top of my private.

"I'm good," I whisper as one of his fingers touch me. My whole body tenses as he rubbed that one spot that makes me moan and feel really good. "I like that."

"I know," he says in my ear. "Let's go to bed."

We get out of the tub and after we are dried, he takes my hand leading me to bed. When he turns me around, I place my hands on his chest and he kisses me. The kids at school don't understand how personal kissing is. I have loved every kiss we have shared. Edward bunches my hair in his hand, tilting my head back as he kisses my neck. I'm pretty sure he knows what he's doing, because his hands make me feel like I'm on fire. I like to run my fingers through his hair and he seems to like it too. As we kiss, his thumbs make small circles on my stomach and hips, before one of them rub that spot between my legs. I let out this whimper noise and he smiles over my lips.

"Lay down," he says softly. I do and the way he lays on top of me makes me feel so safe. He nudges my legs apart with his and his thick member rubs me. I feel the wetness from between my folds and I moan when he hits the right spot. "This should feel a lot better this time."

"It already does," I tell him.

As he pushes into me, I gasp at the full feeling and I grip his forearms, but he shakes them off so he can hold my hands. As he moves more, he put his forehead on mine and kisses me. His breath fans across my face and I kiss him. I feel like I can't get enough of him. He presses his lips hard against mine and his hands move from my hands to my hips as he pulls me closer to him. My back arches as my hips move and I feel my insides clench. He rubs my favorite spot and I feel like I can't breathe.

"Edward…I feel…something," I pant not able to catch my breath.

"Oh, Isabella," he groans as he pumps faster. I try to close my legs, but he holds them open. My stomach tightens and Edward moans loudly and he pushes in three times hard. My legs shake as he lays his head between my breasts.

"That was different," I say as I breathe heavy.

"That was fantastic," he says as I feel his hot breath on my stomach. "Okay," he says blowing out a big breath. He lifts my hips like before and my eye lids feel so heavy. I'm ready for sleep and he's making me stay elevated.

"I'm really tired," I tell him as he comes back in with a towel.

"I know," he says with a smile. He wipes me clean and I take the towel and sit up when he tells me to. I drink a half a glass of water and pass out.


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