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Five Years Later

EPOV

I could see her in my dreams, standing at the end of the long aisle lined with white rose petals. Even in my sleep, I could feel the pound of my heart thumping in my chest all over again, bringing me back to the day I had married Bella nearly three years before. I could feel love and anticipation swell within me the moment I caught sight of her, hair swept back beautifully, smile beaming.

And her dress…her dress failed to register at first because all I could see was her face hooded by a light veil, but it was perfect, just like her. My Bella, my bride.

The intensity of that first look down the aisle hit me like a dagger; however, nothing but a rush of elation surged through me. I watched as she came toward me, her white gown molding gracefully to her body. She smiled at me brightly as my father walked by her side, a gesture he had offered the day before.

In my dream, I could pick out the faces of my family in my peripheral. My mother's tears glistened off her cheeks in the dim light as she sat in the front row and looked on proudly. To my right, Alice and Rose stood in their matching lavender dresses and watched, encouraging smiles etched on their faces. Lined up behind me were my two brothers.

As Bella got closer, I could see moisture building up in her eyes, and I knew that she was as overwhelmed as I was. I still couldn't reach her, but I ached to. I swallowed hard and mouthed the words "I love you" to her when I knew she was near enough to understand me. This only caused the moisture in her eyes to increase, but her smile grew, and she mouthed "I love you" back.

The simple act of her walking down the aisle seemed to hang suspending in time and last forever. The Wedding March sounded throughout the room, but I never heard it. There were gentle whispers coming from our wedding guests, but it was as if they weren't even there.

There was only silence as I watched her walk closer, holding on to a bouquet of fresh flowers; ones I'd never remember the names of. Finally, I was able to touch her, and I reached out my hand. When our fingers intertwined, I saw the armoire again and me pulling her from it. The gentle charge of energy that gathered and flowed between us was there again too, just as it was the day we met.

But there was not a scared and broken girl before me anymore. She was whole, restored, and loved.

It was written in her bright, tear-filled eyes, her radiant smile, and the way she held herself with such pride. She was not only loved by me, but she loved herself as well. I returned her smile as I pulled her from my father's arm once the customary giving of the bride had taken place.

I craned my head for a moment, back to my father and threw him a quick nod. He nodded back, knowing that the gesture displayed more than just gratitude for walking Bella down the aisle and the honeymoon to Meteora, Greece he had paid for. It was gratitude for accepting her and helping us. For welcoming her into the family and into his home, before lending his aid as we searched for our own.

I began working for the East Precinct of Seattle as a homicide detective while Bella took classes part-time at a junior college in the city. The apartment we moved into was smaller than the apartment in Forks, but it didn't matter. We could rest easy; bask in the freedom of safety when we went to bed at night.

I was finally able to do the things with Bella that had been virtually impossible to do before without the end resulting in disaster; I was able to take her out on dates. And then we'd come home, no paranoid glances around the parking lot…no notes on the door threatening our lives.

In fact, Bella ceased to talk about Riley Biers shortly after we moved to Seattle. She let him go, resigning herself to the fact that she would never fully understand his motives.

Innocence can never comprehend evil.

And the guy was just fucking evil as far as I was concerned. She only spoke of Jacob from time to time and had even gone as far as to call his family to offer her condolences, although she feared that they'd blame her for his death. Instead, they told her what she already knew and had accepted. That it wasn't her fault; their son had made his own choice, and all the blame rested on the man who killed him.

In the dream, the wedding ceremony began, but once again, I was lost in thought. Bella's eyes, blazing with love even through the veil, were all that existed as the minister spoke words that I barely heard. I could see everything in those eyes. When I first met her, I had searched them, attempting to understand her by looking hard enough.

But on that day, they held no mystery. I could see that she loved me, that she was bursting with excitement yet was peaceful about what was taking place. She would proudly take my name and be called Bella Cullen until we were separated in death.

I caressed her hands in mine after she passed off her bouquet to Alice, who served as Matron of Honor and had also become her best friend. My thumbs slid over her delicate knuckles as I gazed into her liquid brown orbs and saw quiet elation emanating from them.

When I spoke the words "I do," a single tear escaped down her cheek while a familiar blush crept to both. Despite having been with her for two years by that point, she never lost that endearing blush I loved so much. I couldn't help but smile, and her eyes danced.

Surprisingly, my heart rate, which had gradually steadied, suddenly accelerated once again when she said, "I do."

The words were said with resolve and pride, although they were heavy with emotion as she struggled to retain her composure. I never ceased to admire her, even in the simplest displays of strength.

I squeezed her hands tighter as the minister asked for the rings. My heart continued to thump in my chest when we reached the final stage of the wedding, and I slid the gold ring onto her finger. I looked down as I did so, at the symbol of the vow I had just made. It represented my life, which would forever be hers…and was her.

As she pushed the band onto my finger, I knew that the rings we possessed were meaningless in the end. The extent of our love reached beyond any object or place, making a honeymoon just as meaningless.

But seeing Bella as my bride was like being granted a glimpse at an angel. That evening, three years before, would never happen again, until the next time it played out in my dreams.

The last fragment of that day that flashed before me as I slept was the moment my lips collided with hers, when we were announced as man and wife…

Then I awoke, startled by a shrill cry in my ears. My eyes sprang open and were met with Bella's as we laid side by side in bed. She looked at me sweetly, a serene and sleepy grin spread across her lips. The chaste moment of surprise diminished as I looked at Bella, our noses inches from each other's.

The little cries continued to emit from the baby monitor that was perched on the night table next to the bed. The moonlight shone in through the curtains.

Bella rolled slightly and stretched her arms. "I'll get her," she said with a yawn.

I chuckled and propped myself on my elbows, angling my body so that I was hovering over her as our five month old daughter, Mia, continued to cry.

"It's my turn," I told her and kissed her forehead softly.

She smiled. "Why are you always so wonderful to me? I don't think I'll ever get fully used to it," she teased.

My fingers stroked the skin of her cheek. "You make it easy, Bella. That's why."

She leaned her head up to brush her lips across mine, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stir.

Before the moment could continue, the tiny whines and coos sounded from the monitor again.

I pulled my lips away and smirked at her. "We're gonna continue this."

And with that, I switched off the monitor and trekked down the hallway, to the other love of my life.

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