I should have made it much more clear, I'm sorry! Edward and Bella were in Vegas, that's why they were able to get married so quickly and so late at night. Don't forget, they went to Vegas to visit Edward and Emmet and Jasper's father.

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BPOV

Edward and I walked down to the lobby slowly, stiffly holding hands and looking anywhere but at each other. I couldn't believe we had fucked up so badly last night by getting married. It didn't matter that we had been dating for so long or that we were in love…it was that marriage just wasn't us. It wasn't what we had wanted for ourselves.

"Hey, there's the happy couple." Emmet suddenly walked up next to us, putting his arm around my shoulders. "How's the honeymoon going?"

I stared at my brother in law for a moment, narrowing my eyes. "You know!?" I screeched, causing several people to look over at the three of us. Edward shushed me and Emmet tried to contain a laugh, but failed miserably.

"Of course I know, I was there. You and Eddie knocked on my door last night and wanted me to be your witness. So I drove you to the chapel." He said easily, and I smacked him in the arm.

"Why the hell did you let us get married?" Edward hissed. "We didn't want to get married, you idiot, and you knew that! Fuck!" He growled, and then ran his hands through his hair. "Listen to me, Emmet. Don't say anything to anyone about us getting married." I nodded in agreement and Edward took a deep breath, taking my hand again and then started pulling me through the lobby without another word.

By the time we got to lunch with Ed, Emmet was grinning that an idiot and Edward had become moody and gruff.

"Hey, kids." Ed said happily as we approached the table. He hugged each of his sons briefly and then turned to look at me, grinning. "Bella, you get more and more beautiful every single time I see you!" He said earnestly, giving me a hug as well before pulling out my chair for me to sit down. "You're a lucky guy, son." He said to Edward, who smiled tightly.

Lunch was slightly awkward, but if Ed noticed he didn't say or acknowledge anything. He just talked most of the time, pausing only to eat, drink, or listen to something one of us said.

Even though this lunch was the whole reason we had come to Las Vegas, I couldn't wait for it to be over. I wanted to get home and…as horny as this sounded…I wanted to sex up my boyfriend. Except he wasn't my boyfriend anymore. He was my motherfucking husband, like it or not.

What he had said to Emmet, telling him not to say anything, sounded perfectly fine to me. We could just continue the rest of our lives with people thinking we would never get married and nobody had to know, as far as I was concerned. Being married wasn't a big deal to me and Edward, so no one else needed to have an input or even know. Especially Esme, who would freak out on us.

As lunch finished up and we were about to leave, Ed suddenly caught my arm. "Bella, I need to talk to you and Edward…alone. I'll come up to your hotel room in ten minutes." He said, and then followed Emmet out of the restaurant. Edward lingered, putting his arm around my shoulders and frowning.

"What did he want?" Edward asked, jutting his chin towards Ed, who was exiting the restaurant.

"He wants to talk to us." I explained. "We need to get back to our hotel room and…um, clean up before Ed comes up to talk." I said with a blush, remembering the clothes strewn around our hotel room and the bottles of liquor still sitting out on the dresser and nightstand.

Edward raised his eyebrows but didn't comment. We stayed quiet as we headed back to our hotel room, and then started cleaning up immediately. Well, I did. Edward flopped down on the couch and started to watch television.

"Is this how it's going to be now?" I asked angrily, tossing my bra from last night into the open suitcase. "Just because we got married doesn't me you can just loaf around."

He rolled his eyes, but turned the television off and stood up off the couch, tossing several clothing items into the suitcase and smirking cockily at me. "There. I helped. What the fuck does my dad want to talk about anyway?" He asked, gathering up the empty liquor bottles and discarding them.

"No idea." I replied, going up behind him and kissing the tattoo Cullen tattoo on the back of his neck. "But it's probably no big deal. You know your dad…whenever we come to see him he always gets a bit cryptic and mysterious. It's all a big game to Ed."

Just as I spoke, the door to our room clicked open slightly and Ed walked in, brandishing his all access room key to do so. "Whoa, can't you knock?" Edward asked playfully, stretching out on the sofa again. "We could have been naked."

I blushed but Ed just rolled his eyes and gestured for me to sit down. "I'll make this quick. I know you got married last night." He said bluntly, and Edward and I's mouths dropped open. "If you don't want your mother to know, I won't say anything. But you two need to get things sorted out."

"Um…how do you know?" I asked weakly, sitting down on the couch and tossing my legs across Edward's lap.

"Emmet." Ed said simply. "He told me before we had lunch, and the boy couldn't stop laughing. I'm guessing this wasn't a planned thing?"

"No, definitely not." Edward said, squeezing my thigh gently. "I mean, we just don't…it's not what we wanted for us. We want to be together and we want a family, but getting married-"

Ed narrowed his eyes suddenly, a smile emerging on his serious face. "A family? Really?" He asked eagerly, and my heart warmed slightly at the excited look on his face.

"Yes, Ed. We want to have a family, but we never planned on getting married. You and Esme are divorced, so are my parents, and we didn't want to get married and risk that for us."

Because that was really what I was most afraid of; Edward and I's relationship not being able to survive the strain and pressure that marriage can cause on a relationship. Sure, we've been dating for nine years, but dating is nothing compared to marriage.

And I still don't know if we're going to be able to handle this, or even how we'll attempt it.

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Typed this up while my husband, the man child brigade, and a few of our other friends were watching Night at the Museum! I hope you all have a happy new year and a safe 2010!

Xoxo- Melodyella aka Mellie