BPOV

Alice scared me. She suddenly glared, and I mean glared over to the boys' side of the store. It was the kind of glare I got when I had managed to steal her credit card and was threatening it with scissors. It was a death glare. I wondered which one of the boys had earned the glare, and if they had noticed they were receiving it. Alice called over one of the attendants and told them to go and make sure the boys were behaving. The attendant returned with nothing but mumbles about light blue tuxes and ruffles. Esme and I turned to each other and mouthed 'Emmett'. Oh dear – Rosalie would kill him if he did do that.

I ended up with a spectacular dress. It looked a lot like it was pulled straight from the early 1900's, right where Edward would've been. Would they choose to do my hair in the same fashion? Everything about it was perfect, and I could only hope he would be happy with it.

After that fun adventure we set about creating the guest list. I blocked my ears after the first few names.

"George Clooney, Oprah, Brad Pitt and family..." The Cullen band was way too popular, and now, even more of a mystery with the new unidentifiable members. I had no doubt that this wedding would definitely make the history books. For the wedding they rented Central Park. Not part of it, the part where they usually do the weddings, all of it. The entire park was to be roped off, for this spectacular wedding. Alice spent hours upon hours on the computer and the phone. Esme and Rosalie were not quite as involved, but much more than I was. I hid, away from them, mostly reading, or writing. Edward was usually with the boys, but spent every minute with me, unless they pulled him away.

Apparently, we weren't allowed to sing at our wedding, we had instead, invited various singers and bands, including – to my disbelief – Linkin Park, Meatloaf, Kelly Clarkson, Josh Groban, Celine Dion, The Killers and Andre Boccelli. We also had an orchestra, of course, and enough food to feed Africa thrice. (Three times – In case you didn't know – I have a friend who had thought I simply misspelled twice.) I couldn't see any point in having it done so extravagantly, I wasn't exactly ever comfortable being the center of attention, especially since I used to always be such a klutz, but Alice was absorbing it all and having far too much fun for her own good.

Edward surprised me one morning. Instead of going out as the Cullen band, to various bridal stores and stuff like that, he simply told me to relax. He lay me on the bed, face down, and told me to close my eyes and relax. He stripped off my shirt and my jeans leaving me only in my underwear. Were we going to get sexual? Everyone was downstairs, they'd certainly hear us! There was no way I was going to turn into Rose and Emmett I tried to sit up and warn him that I was not going to do this here, when he pushed me down again, sitting on the backs of my thighs.

"Will you please relax? I'm not going to do anything to preposterous." He sighed. I grumbled in response, but it quickly turned into a moan; Edward had begun rubbing my back. He moved his hands slowly up and down the length of my spine, pressing into my skin, massaging with his skilled fingers. After a while of doing that he changed to a circular motion, letting his hands play with my back symmetrically, in perfect rhythm. His hands swept around my shoulder blades, down a quarter of my back, then in towards my spine and back up. I couldn't help but moan. This was glorious. In one of his lives he had to have been a masseuse. What in heaven's name had I done to deserve this? If I were human I would've been asleep. Edward was so gentle, yet so firm, so relaxing and slow and absolutely perfect. Why did he have to be so perfect?

"Why...?" I murmured.

"Why what?" he asked. Oops.

"Why are you doing this?" I remedied. He laughed as he began to kiss my neck.

"Do I need a reason to show you how much I love you?" Could he get any more perfect?

"Edward!" I complained. "Why?"

"If you won't accept that answer then how about this one: The upcoming wedding has you extremely stressed, and I don't need Jasper to tell me how uncomfortable you are about the entire public ordeal. Every time Alice, Esme, Rosalie or Emmett suggests something you cower away as if it's a disease. However when I proposed that we keep the wedding smaller, you visibly relaxed. It's not hard to see that you despise publicity. Since you're getting so much of it recently, I thought you may simply enjoy a few hours to yourself. I had an entire evening planned you know. The massage is followed by a lavender scented bubble bath, complete with head and foot massage. Tonight is about you, completely."

How did I ever get so lucky as to earn his devotion? I couldn't really respond, I was so vibrantly happy. In that moment I knew, with all of my heart, that this was the man I would happily spend eternity with. I always knew, but had always feared perhaps he would grow tired of me, realise that I was nothing special, realise that I wasn't worth him. In that moment, I knew that he loved me. I knew that he would continue to love me, for as long as we both lived. I looked him straight in the eyes, and he knew everything. I opened up my mind to him, letting him see the love I felt for him, the unconditional devotion I had for him. His response was simply to pick me up and carry me to the bathroom.

Someone else had run the bath for us. He lowered me into the water, stopping to rid himself of his clothing, before siding in behind me. I lay back on his broad muscular chest, wrapping my arms around his neck as he continued to massage my body. Someday, somehow, I would have to repay him for this. I would have to figure out some way to properly show him how eternally bound I was to him. I would think of something eventually.

The evening played out perfectly. We truly made love that night, quietly – others were in the house - connecting as deeply and physically as we possibly could. It took some focus, if only because it was hard to keep controlled with Edward doing so many glorious things to me, but during my releases, I managed to open my mind, so that he could know exactly what he was doing to me. He smiled at the incoherency of my thoughts at times, as often I was simply chanting his name and the word love, but even those stray thoughts meant the world to him, I could tell.

"I love you Edward." More than he could possibly realise