Bella POV

I opened my eyes as the sunlight shone through the bedroom window. Edward pressed his lips to mine, far gentler than we had been doing. I smiled and he did to, my fingers tracing the planes of his face as his skin, like mine, shone like thousands of diamonds.

He kissed my forehead, "We need to get up love."

I shook my head, closing my eyes again and sinking back into the pillows. I didn't need to have my eyes open to know that Edward frowned at that.

His hand cupped my cheek and my eyelids fluttered to look at him.

"Does it still hurt?" He said, talking about my hand which he had sucked the poison from yesterday.

I shook my head, "I just don't want to let you go." I whispered, sitting up slightly and wrapping my arms tight around his neck, straining myself closer to him.

He sighed against my hair. Edward ay down with me on his chest, and I was vaguely aware of him laying the cover back over us.

I rested my head on his chest and his lips kissed my temple.

"Sweetheart we have a wedding to pay for, I need to go into Settle today to pick up my tux, are you coming or are you going to stay here. Maybe you should stay in bed..." He started but I cut him off.

"I'm coming."

He sighed and stood up, pulling on a pair of boxers before walking towards the closet in search of the rest of his clothes.

"Edward." I whispered and rolled onto my side facing him, holding the sheet over my chest and propping myself up on one elbow, head in my palm.

He turned to look at me and I smiled mischievously.

My husband groaned when I beckoned him forwards with one finger. He surrounded with a moan as my lips once more met his. Not that it took much persuading for him to remove his pitiful attempt at getting dressed.

So it took us longer than necessary to get out of the house and drive to Seattle. Edward collected his tux but I told him I had to go food shopping, which wasn't a total line. I threw even more food into the cart and he frowned at me.

"How many people are we having for dinner, I mean I know it's Chris's birthday but sheesh." He muttered.

I let out a breath, turning to face him.

"Don't be mad?" I asked quietly.

He sighed, "Bella I'm never mad at you, just tell me." He said and rubbed my arm.

I swallowed, "you will be mad."

He kissed my temple, "If something's bothering you so much you can't tell me I would like to know."

I sighed and spoke quickly, "I invited Chris's parents for dinner."

"What!" He shouted.

I winced as his eyes turned black.

"Edward he's as good as our son." I tried but he growled.

"Doesn't mean I'm ready to play happy families with his dog parents." He snarled.

I sighed, "Calm down okay. It's just for a few hours... I'll make it up to you." I whispered and hooked my arms around his waist.

His resolve wavered slightly, "Really?"

I nodded, "Uh huh." My lips skimmed over his and he sighed but nodded.

A smile stretched across my face, "Thank you."

Chris POV

I was in a few words, bricking it. My whole body quivered to from the urge to faze, but from sheer terror as I dressed myself smart for my parents, well my mother coming to visit. My dad back out at the last minute, not that I minded. I hadn't got on with that old git since I was around five.

I hissed at myself to get a grip and I was so out of it that I didn't hear the other person enter the room until her arms wrapped around my chest from behind my and did my shirt up calmly. My hand ran through my hair, still shaking, palms sweating. She hushed me and kissed my neck.

"calm down." She whispered.

I swallowed, "Easy for you to say."

She laughed quietly, "It's hard to imagine. But I think you were more scared than this when you met my father."

I scoffed, "No, I was less scared when I met your father, but then I was more scared when I found out he was intent on killing me the first chance he got."

She laughed again, "It's nice you get along now though, it's given me and mum some peace of mind."

I sighed, "He doesn't trust me though."

She moved her hands to rub my shoulders in an almost massaging way.

"Give him time." She whispered and I turned, sighing and kissing her gently. She smiled and hooked her arms around my neck, stretching up to kiss me.

I chuckled and pulled away, "I love you, you know that don't you."

She smiled, "yeh I do. I love you to."

We kissed again and she pulled away, laughing at my almost wounded expression.

"What do you think?" She asked, turning around and showing off her dress.

I sighed happily, "You look wonderful."

She beamed, "thank you."

I stroked her cheeks and kissed her forehead.

She smiled, "I'm wearing lingerie, want to see?" She whispered huskily.

I felt a small lust filled growl rise in my chest.

"Your dads in the next room." I choked out.

She sighed, "Later."

I couldn't stop the images of what I and Ness had been doing last night from flooding through my brain. There was a loud crash from the next room and a small cursing from Edward. I heard the sound of Bella's heels on the wooden floor and then them stop abruptly.

"Edward!" She screamed.

I heard him shift onto the balls of his feet, and I could imagine him looking at the floor, hands deep in his pockets.

"Sorry." He mumbled.

She growled, "How did you manage to do that?" She demanded as Ness took my hand, upon hearing them as well as me. She pulled me into the kitchen and my fiancée fought back her laughter at what we saw.

Me? I just stood there trying so hard not to show any emotion to Edward. He was a loose cannon when he was mad, but a special on, in the sense that he only ever directed himself at me when he was pissed at something.

And besides, it was my fault he had managed to rip the door off of the cupboard.

It hung limp in his hand and he swallowed, looming at Bella with an almost frightened expression.

She growled, "Clean this up, now."

He nodded and I almost chuckled, but his suddenly clack eyes glaring at me cut me off. The chuckle stuck in my throat and threatened to choke me as the doorbell rang.

Ness pulled my hand, announcing to Anthony and Aimee that my um had arrived.

I swallowed as we stood in the hall way.

"Ready?" I asked in a tight voice.

She stroked my cheek in comfort, "it will be okay."

"I hope so." I sighed and opened the door.