BPOV

My wedding was flawless. I was so happy and the kids were so good the entire day. I could barely make it through my vows, but I somehow managed. I was so in love with Edward. The best part of the whole day was when the minster said 'you may kiss the bride'. Edward and I kissed and Rachel jumped up and down yelling, 'I really have a daddy'! The whole place irrupted in laughter as Edward picked her up and hugged her tight.

Our reception was so much fun. The food was great, and the cake turned out beautiful. We danced...a lot. Edward was horrible at dancing, but it didn't matter; we danced like no one was watching. When he removed the garter from my leg, I felt him brush against my pussy while he was down there. At that point, he knew I was ready for him whenever we had the chance. We smushed cake into each other's faces, just so we had a reason to lick each other. I was pretty sure we made some people pretty sick with all of our lovey-dovey bull, but I didn't care. My mom and Esme left early with all the grandkids, while the rest of us partied 'til the early morning. Edward and I agreed not to get fall-down-drunk, and I was proud to say we didn't.

Alice and Jasper gave us a honeymoon suite at the Four Seasons for a wedding gift. As soon as we stumbled into the hotel room, we were all over each other. We didn't even make it to the bedroom before he was inside me. We stripped ourselves naked, and he bent me over the couch. He fucked me so hard, as he smacked my ass with force. My legs were wet all the way to my ankles from my arousal. Once we had a nice hard fuck, we made out like teenagers until we were in the bedroom. There was a big fluffy bed with rose petals shaped as a heart. It was pretty, and I was a little sad that we were just going to throw them on the floor. We laid in the bed and he cover my naked body with his own. He was my husband and he had to be hottest man alive. I was pretty sure he was too good to be true, but I was glad he was mine.

"I love you, Mrs. Cullen," he whispered in my ear. My body broke out in cold chills. "Thank you for spending the rest of your life with me."

"I love you, Mr. Cullen, and I don't want anyone else," I said as he kissed me.

His kisses were so passionate. The feel of his tongue in my mouth or on my lips...I couldn't think when it happened. There were no words for the way he made me feel. Just the feel of his hands on my body could probably bring me to orgasm. The way his fingers would graze my arm and breasts, made me ache for him. Even when I touched him, my body would shiver. He was so hard, but soft at the same time, and I loved to touch him. I loved to run my nails up and down his back and legs, and I knew he loved it as much as I did. Some nights when we were in bed, he would lay on my chest so I could scratch his back until he fell asleep. I needed to be next to Edward, and I couldn't explain the way I felt when I was away form him. I needed him like I needed air. After sweet and gentle love making, we slept the day away.

We ended up waking up with headaches, but it was worth it.

It took me a while to get use to writing Cullen as my last name. When I married Mike, I had been writing Isabella Newton for years by then. I had a dream about Mike one night; he was just standing there smiling at me. It made me feel like he was watching over us, and letting me know that everything was okay. I always tried to believe in happy thoughts, and Mike was still my happy. When a day had me down, I would think of his smiling face and I felt better for a little while. I found myself thinking of Mike a lot. He was home every night, while Edward wasn't. He was in our bed every night, yet Edward wasn't. He was there to play with the boys, but Edward wasn't. Edward was a lot of things, but he wasn't a great husband. As a lover, he was phenomenal, but I felt like we didn't have the closeness that I wanted. To be honest, Edward and I were still getting to know one another. We knew a lot, but things changed once you were married. For the most part, though, he did call or text if he wasn't going to be home, so that made me feel a little better; at least I knew he was trying. Rachel even called him out about him not being home all the time.

"Daddy, why are you only home two days?" she asked sweetly.

"I get busy, baby. Daddy owns a lot of businesses, and that takes up a lot of my time," he said as she stared at him blankly.

"Do you love your job?" she asked innocently as I smiled.

"I do. It makes me a lot of money," he said with a smile.

"Oh, is that why you love your job better, 'cause it gives you money?" she asked with so much curiosity.

"I love you more than I love my job," Edward explained. I could see in his eyes that he felt bad.

"If I give you money, will you read me a book?" she asked as I covered my mouth. I had to hold back the laugh that so badly wanted out.

"Rachel, you don't have to give me money," he said, shaking his head.

"But Uncle Emmy gave you money and you stayed with him for a long time. I waited and waited, but then I went and played," she said as I raised an eye brow. Why would Emmett be giving Edward money?

"Rachel, I will read you a story tonight. I do not want your money."

"But last time she asked, you said you couldn't because you needed to make money," Mikey said. "You said you didn't have time for us."

"You three are children, and you do not need to be involved in adult conversations. Yes, I have been busy, but I will do my best to be home more. Can we please stop?" he asked, annoyed.

"I just miss you," Rach said as her bottom lip started to tremble.

"Don't cry," Edward said as he rubbed her back. "Let's finish dinner and then we can play a game or something before bed, okay?" That seemed to win all the kids over. I wouldn't allow myself to feel bad for him. He needed to know how the kids were feeling.

That night, he played a memory game with the three of them as I cleaned the kitchen. He made sure they all brushed their teeth, and then he read them a story. That night, he talked about how bad he felt. I told him that he needed to see them at least once a day. I explained that he was their father figure now, and they weren't going to understand that he needed to work crazy hours. Kids didn't care about those kinds of things. They thought money came from the bank.

As the weeks went on, Edward tried harder, and we were all happier because of it. For some reason though, Edward started leaving in the middle of the night and not coming home until the kids were off to school. Whenever I asked him what he was doing, he would just say 'working' or that 'something's come up'. I knew something more was going on, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Even our weekly Sunday dinners had shifted. I think everyone saw the tension between Edward and I. There was nothing I could do if he didn't talk to me about it.

On the Sunday that changed my life, I was sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee with the other women, while the men had their meeting. I asked if it was normal for the husbands to just get up a leave. I got a funny feeling when they all said yes. Right then, I knew something was wrong.

"Mommy, I need you," Mikey said, looking scared. I excused myself and went to the living room with him. I was glad that the room was empty. "Royce is telling stories."

"What kind of stories?"

"He said Emmett came home with blood all over his shirt. He told me he was watching from the crack in his door," Mikey explained as my eyes grew big.

"Honey, I think he was just trying to scare you," I said to him, doing my best to soothe him.

"He said Rose took his clothes and he saw her go outside. There is a burning bin out there, and she put them in and lit them on fire," he said, leaning in close to me. "Cash and Royce both said their daddies carry guns in their pants, too."

"Go get the kids and we will go home. Just don't say anything, okay?" I asked as I kissed his head. As I made my way back to the kitchen, I heard Rose call me stupid.

"How can she not know? She knows something is going on. Next thing you know, she is going to be crying to us, saying that she thinks he's cheating on her! What the fuck are we going to tell her? 'Oh don't be silly!'? I will look right at her and tell her that her oh so sweet Edward is part of the mob," Rose said as I froze. How did I not know? I brought my kids into this? I moved way too fast. I needed to get my kids out of that house, and I needed to do it now.

"Grab your shoes and coats and run to the car," I said with a smile. "You can step in every mud puddle you see along the way."

"What about daddy?" Rachel asked.

"Uncle Emmy is bringing him home," I said as I opened the door and shoved them out.

I grabbed my purse and shut the door as quietly as I could. My heart was racing, and I felt like I was going to pass out. Mikey went straight to the car and helped the other two get buckled in. I placed my suitcase purse on the hood of the car and searched for my keys. In that moment, I wished for a smaller purse. Just as I found them and started for the car door, I heard my name being called.

"Bella, what's wrong?" Alice called as I jumped in the car. As soon as the car was running, I threw it in drive and beat feet the fuck out of there. I heard my phone ringing off the hook about three minutes into the drive.

"Mommy, I'm sleepy," Rach said as I smiled.

"Rest your eyes then," I said as I looked in the rear view mirror, noticing Mikey's worried face.

"Everything's cool, Mikey," I said as he gave me a small smile. The kid was too smart for his own good.

I was going to drive straight to Forks, but I didn't want to bring my parents into this mess. On the other hand, I wanted to keep my kids safe. I would have gone to Tori's, but I knew Edward would look there first. At that moment, I wished I had some place to go that Edward didn't know about. I would just divorce him and act like I didn't know anything. That was the only thing I could do. I would go back to Forks and find a job. I knew I would have my mom to help me. Giving up all hope of hiding, I went home. When I put the kids to bed, Jake and Rachel fell right to sleep. Mikey was tossing and turning.

"Mikey, everything is okay, I promise," I said to him.

"I'm sacred," he said with tears in his eyes.

"I would never let anything happen to you. If I thought we were in danger, I would run away with you, but we are home, and we are safe, okay?"

"Why did we leave so soon?"

"I didn't feel good and I wanted to go to bed. I made sure Edward had a way home. Sorry I scared you," I said kissing his forehead.

I wanted to cry, knowing I was feeding my kid a bunch of bullshit. Once Mikey settled down, I headed out to the living room. I paced for a little bit and then checked my phone. I had a ton of missed calls and texts. I was going to read some of the messages, when I heard the front door. My heart started to pound rapidly again, and I had to sit.

"Why did you leave me?" Edward asked, throwing his hands in the air. All I could do was stare at him as my breathing picked up.

"You, Edward Cullen, are the biggest piece of shit on the face of this planet," I said. My voice didn't even sound like my own; I almost scared myself with my tone.

Well, I guess it wouldn't be me if I didn't end with a cliffy! There will be another update next Monday and I will do a teaser on facebook before the update. There are links on my profile to reach me.

Thanks to my girls for all the help they give me! I love them all!