Edward's pov

As I watched her walk back over to the bed, all sorts of sexually explicit thoughts entered my mind. I had to remind myself that neither of us were ready for that right now but as soon as she was ready, I would take my beautiful wife away to see the world.............

and definitely have my way with her.

" Edward are you coming?" She asked breaking me from the fog I was in.

" Sorry love I was just thonking for a second." I stated watching her lift the quilt " What are you doing?".

"I know neither of us is human anymore...." she shyly stated " but this blanket holds so many memories for us. Do you remember?"

Setting the book on the nightstand I moved behind to help her in.

" of course I do" I replied " espeacially the night we settled into our home."

It was a typical chilly winter night in Chicago. Isabella had agreed to become my wife just the week before and we had finally finished moving her things and mine into the new fully furnished home my parents had given us for an engagement gift. She and I were curled together underneath a quilt mother had also made.

"I'm very glad that all the moving has finished." she muttered.

" and I as well my dear" I replied " yet I am overjoyed that you agreed to become my wife.".

" Oh edward you are such a romantic man." she gushed.

" Only for you my love" I said nuzzeling her hair.

I nudged her night behind the ear and she arched her back, pressing her head into my chest as she laughed. It was like music to my ears.

" Stop that please you know i'm ticklish." she cried, adjusting to where I could not do it again.

"Very well I suppose." I responded kissing her nose.

She pouted slightly and I immeadiately became afriad that I had done something to upset her.

Before I could ask however she said

" Now I shall be unable to sleep unless I receive a proper kiss from my handsome fiancee.".

I would not dissappoint.

I leaned down and captured her petal soft lips , but then something changed in us both.

It grew from an innocent kiss to something much more as it grew more heated.

Soon I felt her whimper in need of breath , so I reluctantly pulled back.

Both of us panting hevily Isabella stated " I shall sleep as an infant tonight."

"That was the first night we ever kissed like that." she replied once we were both settled into bed.

" the first of many." I corrected "Do you want to look at the album now"

She nodded her head yes and ,once I retrieved it from the table beside her, settled into my arms.

We sat there for an imeasurable amount of time, recalling memories and telling stories about different people in the photos before we reached the final page. I had never seen this before for I usually got too choked up with emotions to continue past the picture on the first page of her and I together.

" Sweetheart what is this." I asked, pointing to the blurry image.

" Our baby." she whispered.

Then I understood.

The blurry image was in fact an ultrasound(a\n: I have no idea if ultrasounds existed at that time but let's say for purpose of this story that they did)

" They said it was a girl" she stated.

I ,still in awe, traced my fingers over the image.

" What would you have named her." I asked.

" I don't know maybe Elizabeth Catherine" she replied.

" After our mothers." I said.

" Yes." was all she said.

She laid her head on my chest and we layed there in complete silence as the thoughts and memories of a bigone era washed over us.

One thing however was certain.

I would always start a the back of the album first from now on........................