A/N
Im late, I know! Busy week- since Halloween is here! Halloween treat for ya'll, as its my favourite holiday of the year :) Have a lovely week all..xx
So this is it! The epilogue*sniffles*
Its the longest, of course, because we have alot to get through.
I'm kind of happy its over now, since there wasn't much I could do to try and carry on with this little tale. This is gonna be in both POV.
OOHH, and there is a little something at the end of this story that I think you guys will like. Enjoy, okay? I love you all.. xox
Disclaimer: All the Twilight shizz belongs to Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement is intended-obviously.
This is un-beta'd. Sorry for any mistakes.
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*EPOV*
The days went by naturally after that spider incident.
Bella was planning the wedding with Alice, through long phonecalls that I was sure were going to cost alot when I got the bill. Esme couldn't get over her excitement when we rang her that night when I officially proposed.
"Oh, Edward, Im so happy for you! Darling, I've been waiting for this day forever! I love you so much, babs, dont forget that- Now wheres my future daughter-in-law, I need to speak with her!"
My mother couldn't wait to get me off the phone so she could discus wedding dates and bridesmaid dresses.
I pretty much scolded them both.
They were just excited, thats all.
As for me, I was fucking too excited to finally have my Bella as my wife. I couldn't wait for that day, whenever it may be- If Bella would ever decide on a date! I wanted the wedding to happen right now, right this second, but Bella had other plans.
She wanted to wait an unmeasurable amount of time, but didn't want it more than six months. Why six months, I dont know! Just her weird way of seeing things, is my theory...
When Bella announced that my best friend Alice was coming back to Ireland to help with the wedding dress and stuff, I was over the moon. I missed having her here, and since I didn't want to get on another plane...yeah, it was rather complicated.
Jasper wasn't coming, though, since they couldn't afford another plane ticket at the moment. He would be at the wedding- thankfully.
I was positive Alice would go and visit her parents whilst here, but then again, she would put all her effort and ideas and just focus on her best friends wedding. Yeah, Alice was devoted like that.
Also, with the sexual tension up in the air whenever Bella and I were alone in a room, discussing the venues and other important shit like that, it was almost unbearable. I couldn't keep my hands to myself, that even Alice had to be called in and keep an eye on us to make sure we were doing the work. I nearly exploded.
I literally made Alice run out of the apartment screaming because I simply forgot that she was here and things were getting hot and heavy with Bella and I in the kitchen. I didn't regret a thing.
That was my favourite place to have sex with my baby now: In the kitchen. Her spread on that table, and on the counters.. unf!
God, she was something to look at.
So yeah, when we weren't doing the wedding plans, were were doing eachother. Though that wasn't the only thing we spoke about: We had Charlie and René - finally dealt with!
Things were still a bit patchy, but it would work out for the best.
Charlie truly regretted his decisions. That much was clear when Bella and I saw him for the first time since the accident. He gave us cash upfront, not even giving me a chance to talk, because he knew what we wanted: We wanted him to pay for the damage he cost me and my family. He also wrote us a cheque, saying that was all that was left in his savings account, but my God, was it enough! I mean, who gives that kind of money out!
We brought the now 'in process of divorce' couple to court and René was fined more than enough to have her in debt with her bills and Charlie was sentenced to five months in prison and was fired from his work back in Forks for breaking and entering, trespassing and physical abuse. I kind of felt bad for the man.
Bella had nothing but sheer hate for her father. She hasn't gotten over everything, not that I minded. She should hold it against him for a while, and let Charlie suffer. What he did was wrong and he knows it- everyone knows it.
And Bella didn't want either of her parents at her wedding, to which I shockingly refused. I had a pretty large family, which would welcome Bella with open arms, but she should have at least one of her own there. She had no other extended family, besides her parents, and I thought that was sad. My Bella should have some sort of relative or friend at her wedding.
I pushed the subject but stopped immediately when Bella told me how Angela was her only last remaining friend, who which ceased to exist now. That shut me the fuck up.
With all that explained, yeah, the wedding was on, but Bella had no one to share it with- besides my half of the family, which would fucking cover half the population of Ireland.
She was happy enough to have Carlisle walk her down the isle and my father was thrilled knowing that. He loved Bella. Even the moment she met my extended family, they all fell in love with her.
Bella was intimidated, of course and was blushing red every five seconds, but things turned out well in the end.
Everything is working out now.
. . . .
"Bella?" I called as I stepped into my apartment, smiling when I saw her sitting on the new and improved couch. The place looked great, more at home, knowing that the past was behind us and we had a new start.
"Hey, babe," she grinned back, standing up and reaching for a kiss.
"How was your day?" I asked her, setting my jacket down on the arm chair across from us and got comfortable next to my fiancé on the sofa.
"Oh, same old, same old. Alice left over an hour ago and I was just about to make a start on dinner. I was reading to pass the time and them lost the track of time! What'ye gonna do, right?" she sighed and I had to laugh at her accent.
She hasn't been in Ireland for that long and yet, she was still picking up on our words and accents. You could hear it clearly when she pronounced her a's and when she said 'gonna'. Other times, she would lose it completely and just be her normal, American self. I loved her both ways.
"Hmm, and how is Alice?"
"We sort of got into a fight," Bella mumled and I coughed.
"Im sorry, what?" I went into a laughing fit. Alice never faught with Bella. Ever. Only the shitty girly fights that ended in giggles. But Bella looked completely serious and concerned. It couldn't have been that bad, right?
"Since Alice is the maid of honour, she wanted to pick out the bridesmaid dresses even though I havent even seen my own!" Bella grumbled, fumbling around on the couch until she was somehow positioned between my legs. I was hard in my boxers in a heartbeat.
"Wait, hold on- You have your dress already?" I demanded, staring her full in the face.
She blushed, looking down and moved her hands over my chest. It wasn't helping with the boner I was supporting in my tight jeans. Damn her for forcing me into these!
"I.. well, Alice picked one out and she was going to take me out on Saturday to see it. I kind of wanted to pick it out myself- but then again, Alice knows what you like and if I get a dress she knows you will love maybe I should just go with it..."
"Hey."
I placed a hand under her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze and she did, though reluctantly.
"Bella, this is your day aswell. Its not about me, really and you know it. When does the groom ever get what he wants when a wedding dress is involved?" I smiled, kissing her forehead as she sqeezed her thighs together around my legs.
Fuck!
"I guess you right.." Bella breathed and I laughed once.
Girls and their fights, what? Sarcasm, of course.
"Your dress. Your choice. Simple as that. Tell Alice to go fuck herself if she thinks she's the one who is picking out my girls dress."
Bella chuckled and thanked me, trying her best to get up and make a start on dinner like she intended to do for over an hour now.
I held her close to me, seeing if she could feel how much I wanted her in that moment. She was positioned right where I needed her to be and all she had to do was just feel.
"Edward, I have to make the dinner... Oh!"
I pushed Bella down on me in that second, feeling her come in contact with me and she gasped, staring down at me as I did to her. Our eyes were hungry and full of want.
Bella grinded her hips against me, moaning out as she moved, her eyes closing as I trailed my hand across her face and neck, moving down to her breasts, kneading them a little.
"Edward, I have to.. You need to.. Ungh!"
I smirked, as my right hand moved down her body, below her stomach and towards the place I longed to be connected to.
How come I never noticed she was wearing a skirt before now? Am I that blind?
Well, it worked easier for me now, as my hand travelled under her skirt and tugged her underwear away and slowly slipped one finger inside.
God, she was always so ready for me. Never was she not wanting or needing. Bella was just there for whatever and whenever. One of the many reasons why I loved her.
My finger moved deep, curling upwards and reaching her G-spot as she moaned, kissing my lips and rocking against me. I added another finger, feeling her tense as I pumped them inside, feeling on top of the world as she panted out my name.
I pulled Bella from my lap, quickly laying her next to me, fingers still intact as I slid over her, pumping faster as my girl cried out.
"Oh, fuck! Im coming.."
With my free hand, I pulled her panties off further and moved till my lips were in contact with her perfect, pink flesh.
"Edward!"
And my Bella came around my fingers, as I licked and sucked, eating her up as she quivered, her legs clamping at the sides of my face, keeping me there, to which I would gladly stay forever.
I licked till there till she was no more. Her body was tense and she shook for a while after, coming down from her high.
I had to say, I enjoyed that!
"Theres no need for dinner now, Bella," I smirked, removing my face from her fuck-tastic pussy and hopped up to see her face.
She blushed crimson again and I chuckled, licking my lips as I did.
I went to go to the bathroom to shower, wanting to freshen up after giving my Bella pleasure once again, when I found myself being tackled back onto the couch, where Bella claimed her rightful spot on my lap.
"Where do you think your going?" she growled, playing with the collar of my shirt.
"Bathroom. I need to get a shower"-
"No you dont. After Im through with you; thats when you need to take a shower," Bella interupted, a seductive smile playing at her lips.
"And if anyone is having a shower," she continued, opening the buckle of my jeans and pulling them down, bringing me to life once more, "It wont be alone. Your gonna think I invented head when Im done with ye'."
Theres that Irish accent back again-
And with that, my Bella got on her knees in front of me, took me in her hand and fucking kissed me open mouthed, licking where I leaked, making me twitch as she giggled soflty.
My Bella seemed to be eager for my cum. Dirty girl, so she was..
As I groaned, she took me down her throat in an instant! Giving all she had to please me like I had her, just a moment ago.
The room was quiet, except for my ragged breathing, her moans as she deep throated me and the wet sounds of her mouth on my cock.
Just the thought had my orgam approaching. I looked down at my beautiful Bella as she sucked me off, closing her eyes as she tasted me, savouring it. I did a double take, staring at her more intently, trying so hard as I swelled even more so in her mouth - but I could have sworn I saw her hand drop under her skirt and begin to touch her sweet pussy.
"Bella, God!" I choked, not able to hold off any longer.
"Im coming, babe. You swallowing?" But Bella had no time to move or answer- not that she could before- because I came in hot spurts down her throat as I thrusted gently, moaning her name as her throat constricted, swallowing around me. God, was she a sight to see.
Bella released me from her mouth with one last fucking suckle and finished with a pop of her lips.
Amazing.
She stood, grinning at me as she pulled her fingers up to her lips that were covered in her juices and fucking put them in her mouth. If I thought seeing Bella suck my cock was something, Bella tasting herself was another thing entirely! I mean, like- fuck!
I forgot I wasn't breathing, which was fucking stupid for a guy - it was usually Bella left breathless - and she would be fucking dumb if she thought she was going away now. Not after what she's just done. No. fucking. way.
"Come here," I growled, grabbing her waist and pulling her on top of me.
Bella wound her legs around me on the sofa, along with her arms.
Perfect position if you ask me..
Though, I forgot she still wore underwear, which fucking pissed me off.
"Get the fuck!" I yelled at the things, tearing the sides of them off, throwing the scraps across the room.
Feeling like fucking King Kong.
"Jesus, Edward!" Bella yelled, blushing as she slid over me, and finally sank down on my cock.
"No- Jesus, Bella!" I groaned, closing my eyes as her warm, soft flesh enveloped me whole.
I moved to kiss her. Hard. And she clung to me, desperate and urging for more. I loved that about her; Whenever she needed me, she would get clingy, and I took her gladly. I wanted her to act like that, because I wanted to give her what she wanted. Because she was mine.
"I love you, Bella," I breathed against her lips and Bella shivered, bouncing on my lap as she rode me.
Her pussy was so tight, still, after all I've done to turn her into a needy, clingy girl.
"God, your fucking perfect. Ride me, Bella - fuck!"
And ride me she did. Jaysus, she did everything but stop!
But this was different. I felt different. Different sensations flowed through my body, more intense than I've ever felt before.
I felt the one who was being needy and wanting more.
A sort of frenzy began and Bella was suddenly under me, thoroughly shocked by the new sexing arrangements.
I pounded into her, undeniably fast, causing us both to cry out as I penentrated her deeper.
"Uh, ugh, dont stop, Edward!"
Does it look like I'm going to stop any time soon?
"Uh, I wont. Im taking you to the top."
I felt Bella's walls clench around my cock and she came around me, screaming at the top of her lungs.
Her legs tightened around me and she shook, digging her long nails into my shoulders, that dug through my shirt.
I came shortly after, spilling everything I had inside of her, collapsing on top of her as I gasped for breath. Bella didn't seem to mind, though, since she held on to me, wrapping herself even closer to me. I loved that. I felt her warmth even more so.
I felt the need to tell her again, the most important thing that mattered in that moment.
"I love you, Bella," I whispered, still out of breath.
Bella sighed in content.
"I love you too, Edward," she said simply, knowing that it was true.
We had a bond that could not be broken by anything or anyone. Nothing mattered more in that moment than that simple fact. Bella and I loved eachother and we were showing the world that by getting married. And I only had the perfect location for our honeymoon.
But more on that later. I plan on having my girl again... Once I catch my breath, of course.
. . . . . . .
*BPOV*
Bang, bang, bang!
"Edward, open the door!"
My eyes fluttered open and I turned over in my bed, feeling Edwards presence next to me. He huffed loudly. Of course he was awake.
Bang, bang, bang!
"Edward, its your mother! Open the door!"
What the fuck?
"Edward, get up.." I whispered, rubbing his shoulder, trying to get him to move.
I looked over at the clock and read the time: four thirty in the morning.
Honestly, Esme...
"EDWARD!"
Edward bolted upright, grumbling words under his breath.
"Bella, your already up- get the fucking door!" He demanded.
Okay, so he wasn't a morning person then..
"Edward, stop being lazy and get the door before your mother has a heart attack," I told him, snuggling up in bed.
"Shh! If we ignore her she might go away," he said, in a hopeful voice.
"Not likely," I giggled. "Edward, if you dont get the door, you aint getting none for a week," I warned him, glaring slightly.
Edward stared at me in the almost darkened room, obviously seeing if I was bluffing.
No bluff in this, darling..
He cursed again and hopped out of bed, trudging towards the front door.
I laughed again, falling back into a deep and peaceful sleep.
. . . . .
"What was Esme doing here?" I asked Edward as we sat down for breakfast.
He suddenly became rigid, shying away from me.
"Edward," I said, touching his hand but he quickly moved it away, looking anywhere in the room but me.
"Its nothing, she just..." he trailed off, looking back up at me and I urged him to go on.
"My Da called her up last night, saying he might not make it to the wedding. Thats all."
"Thats all?" I repeated. "Thats all. Edward, its your wedding day, he cant miss it!" I yelled, taking a bite of a rasher.
This breakfast was going to waste, so I started eating more. Edward copied.
"Well, thats what he said.."
"Wait, hold up, we haven't even decided on a date yet!" I said, exasperated.
"Esme said you already set the date: August 13th," Edward explained, looking confused.
"Oh," was my lame answer. So Esme got the date I asked for oh so many weeks ago. I never told Edward this news before, in case the bookings went wrong or something like that.
"So, we have a wedding date. Were getting married August 13th?"
Exactly two months away.
I say exactly, because I get my period, usually on the 13th, which was today, sometimes later, since that birth control shot fucked up my menstural cycle... I usually missed them every second month. This month was my time, sadly enough.
Edward nodded, his eyes lighting up in excitement at the new and he continued on with his meal, but I was kind of in the middle of a panic attack.
Words and sentences, letters and numbers all filled my brain and they swirled around, causing everything to spin.
13th of a month, usually later...
Period has been messed up since I got that birth control shot...
Every second month...
Oh my God!
I totally fucking forgot!
Yesturday, I was due for the next b.c shot back home in Seattle! Obviously I couldn't go, since I was here in fucking Ireland. So I missed my check up. And practically had sex all day yesturday with Edward, all over the apartment. Which could only mean one thing.
No. No, I couldn't be. I cant be.
I mean, I wasn't... pregnant. It was way too early to know- and this shit happends all the time. Preganancy scares and stuff like that. Birth control shots fuck up your body, it was all normal.
... Right?
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*EPOV*
AUGUST.
I stood in front of the mirror for the last time, checking myself out, before I headed out to the limousine with Emmett, Jasper and my father, Carlisle. I swear, they were more nervous than me!
"Edward, come on down!" Emmett called from the kitchen.
"Yeah, hang on will ye'?" I yelled back. He was pissing me off, now, with his theory of 'not being late'. We weren't going to be late. I wasn't going to be late for my own wedding - but by the way Emmett was going on, you would think it was his own!
I readjusted my tie, winked at the mirror because I was a cocky cunt and made my way back out towards them.
"Well, look at you!" Jasper swooned, smirking when I groaned.
"The limo is downstairs. You ready?" Carlise asked, looking at all three of us, smiling timidly.
I nodded, taking another deep breath and followed my father, brother and friend out of my apartment and down to where the limousine awaited.
When we were seated inside, I looked out the window where a few onlookers stood to watch. I saw old man Cheeney waving at me by his jewellery shop and I had to get out and wave back. He was, after all, the jeweller I bought Bella's engagement ring from. I grinned widely at him, until my father pulled me back into the car. With a final nod from the driver, we sped off down the road towards the church. Towards my wedding ceremony, towards my Bella..
*BPOV*
"I just need to clasp the final buttons shut- There you go!"
I breathed in a shaky breath, letting it out slowly as I stood in my wedding dress. It was beautiful all the same, but something about being the bride scared the shit out of me. I was nervous when Alice helped me into my dress. I was gaining weight, mostly around the, uh.. stomach and hips. A small, but defined bump stuck out between my hips, gradually getting bigger as the months passed. Alice didn't seem to noticed, thank God, and if she did, she just shrugged it off, probably thinking I was just bloated from breakfast- not that I ate any of it, without throwing up a little. No one knew about my being pregnant. I acted as if everything was normal. I even had sex with Edward last night to keep up the facade, even though I was already with child. I forced him to wear a condom, so it was all good. I dont think he inspected anything.
I felt Alice kiss my cheek, helping me forget the things running across my mind and focus on what was in front of me.
Oh. The dress I was wearing for my wedding. Gosh! A hundred thoughts ran through my head in that second of how many things could go wrong: What if I tripped walking down the isle? What if Edward realised I was all wrong for him and would leave me while he still had the chance? What if he married me and I told him about the pregnancy and then he would leave me.
Oh God, I dont feel good..Im not ready for this yet...
"Can I have a minute alone, Alice?" I pleaded, giving all I had not to start hyperventilating in front of her.
"Bella, were leaving in a while"-
"Two seconds, I swear!"
Alice gave me a warning look, but did as I asked and left me alone in Esme's room. It was the biggest in the Cullen house and thats why we chose it for make-up and dressing.
I wanted to punch myself for even thinking that Edward would leave me! After everything we've been through... But I couldn't help it. We have never spoken about having a family of our own - not even about getting a fucking pet dog! I know for a fact that he wont leave me. Although he would freak out, that much I knew.
After a few deep breaths, I was calm enough to look back in the mirror and see myself more clearly.
I stared at my reflection, taking it all in.
Besides the dress, I loved my hair the best.
A loose bun, with a french plait going around the middle, where my veil sat underneath. Simple, but still beautiful.
As I moved down my body, I stopped at my face, where Alice applied the make-up.
Thankfully, Alice -being the outstanding make up artist- didn't put too much make-up on me. I hated wearing so much. A little did me just fine.
My eyes were light with eyeshadow, but it brought the colour out in them so much! Mascara and a hint of liquid eyeliner had the top part of my face looking pretty. Fondation coated the skin, pink blush covered my cheekbones - as if I wasn't blushing enough: Of course I would be counted as the blushing bride! - and some ever lasting lip gloss.
Then came the dress.
It wasn't the dress Alice had picked out those few months ago. It was my own.
I literally tore her throat out for telling me she already had my dress picked out. I appreciated her helping, but it was something I wanted to do for myself. I was bitchy and picky like that. She was lucky I let her come with me at all.
It was the last shop we tried when I saw the dress for me.
We were out in town, Alice dragging me to all the designer shops whilst all I wanted was a simple wedding dress. Alice was having none of it.
After the tiring task of trying on dresses and walking from shop to shop, we decided to call it a day and go home. Just as we were heading back to the car, I saw a small wedding shop across the road, with an amazing, dress on show in the window.
I dived on Alice, screaming and shouting about it, rubbing it in her face of how it was only a small, shop,- not even designer- that held my dress inside.
It even matched the brides maid dresses and everything!
I tried it on, perfect fit and the next thing I knew, I was placing a delivery order to the Cullens house. I was lucky Edward had some money left over from Charlies donated money to pay off most of the cost. We could probably buy a mansion and car with the money we had left.
My dress was something from the movies, thats the only way I could describe it. Or maybe something like Kate Midletons - even better!
Okay, now I'm being full of myself, but it was true. Esme even cried when she saw it on me for the first time.
A long trail from behind and the back laced up the top, with buttons all down my back. Smoothe, slender, silk. My kind of dress. Elegant. Perfection. From head to toe, where I wore my white heels, I was feeling better. Much much better.
After this inspection, I felt more ready than ever.
I clicked my shoes together, took one last look at myself in the mirror and went to meet Rosalie, Alice and Esme out in the hall.
Hopefully I wouldn't fall down the stairs.
. . . . . .
*EPOV*
I sat next to Emmett at the top of the church, greeting people who took they're seats behind me. Friends and family waved at me, making me feel more nervous as the church filled up. I was trying to keep track of what the priest and bishop were ordering me to do; how to stand and act during the ceremony.
I felt like a child, the way they spoke to me. I knew what to do; we had the rehersal last night. I knew the drill.
As the thoughts from last night came flooding back to me, I had to smile. I zoned out of the conversation I was currently involved in and thought up last night...
"Edward, focus!" Alice yelled at me from the back of the church. I snickered when Bella gave me 'the look' and tried to listen to what the bishop had to say. I knew I was being a prick, but everyone in the church seemed to sense the atmosphere; We were giddy, hyper,and excited.
I was a nineteen year old getting married for fucks sake! Of course I was giddy! And fucking nervous too.
Shit, it was wrong to curse and swear in Gods house, wasn't it? Maybe it was alright, now that I was only thinking the words...
"..And when Alice takes her spot across from Jasper, thats when Bella walks down the isle with Carlisle. Carlisle will place her hand in Edwards, as a simbol of his giving away.."
Yada yada, yada, I know all of this.. That symbol was as old as the world and I've seen it hundreds of times before. Like I said one time, I had a big ass family.
Bella was currently at the entrance to the church with my father, her right arm wrapped in his left.
She was smiling non stop as the Priest, said his part at the altar.
Bishop Stanley was ordering people around, being mean and grumpy and controlling.
My parents were good friends with .
I actually used to date his daughter, Jessica... Huh, now I know why he was being so mean to me all of a sudden..
Best not mention that to Bella.
"Okay, Alice, once the music starts, you may walk with Jasper."
Ugh, the music. Honestly, I could literally kill it! I'd much rather play one of Jaspers compostions. They were much better than what was playing now. Something about Pachelbel's Cannon? Well, whatever it was, I was sick of hearing it.
Every. Single. Wedding. I've been to has had this song playing.
I tried my best not to growl when the music played from the crappy radio in the corner of the church-We would be getting the real thing tomorrow- It wasn't hard, since I was now intrigued by the girl I was one day away from marrying, walk behind Jasper and Alice, down the isle.
Rosalie walked on her own, before Alice and Jasper came behind. Emmett wanted to be beside me through it all. Fucking retarted, was what I thought.
I smiled broadly, seeing Bella blush as she continued her walk next to my father. When she finally reached me, Carlisle did as he was told, taking Bella's hand from his and placing it in my own. I felt the spark the moment we touched and couldn't help myself when I leaned in to kiss her cheek. Father. Stanley, of course, had a problem with it, but I couldn't give a fuck.
I stood beside Emmett, who was my best man and Jasper who stood behind him after joining on the oposite side as Alice.
My mother sat in the front row, sniffling into her hankerchief. I could barely hear the priest, over her cries. I couldn't even imagine how she was going to be like tomorrow. God only knows...
"Do you take Edward..."
Oh shit, this is it- sort of. Bishop Stanley stood before us, pretending to bless us, saying it would not have the same effect if he did it tonight and then the same tomorrow. He wouldn't let us say 'I do' either, telling everyone that its best to keep that for the morrow. I sighed at his words.
"Okay, thats it. God bless you and I will see you all in the morning - all ready to go."
I knew Bishop Stanley was speaking to me, specifically. We all knew by his tone. I heard Bella stiffin a giggle and I grumbled low to myself.
"Goodbye , Bishop Stanley!" My father called as he jogged out the church doors.
Bella and I walked hand in hand after everyone left, including the priest and bishop.
We both took our time, retreating out to where our family was.
"Imagine it, Bella," I began, kissing her hair. "This will be like tomorrow: walking away from the ceremony that confirms our marriage. We'll be together forever."
Bella stopped us then, reaching up to kiss me softly on the lips before moving away as we continued out the church doors.
"You ready, Bella?" Alice squealed, diving on my fiancé.
"Sure. Lets go," Bella said, numbly, rolling her eyes at her maid of honour.
"Where you going?" I asked, bewildered.
"Uh, Alice wants to throw me a bachelorette party at your mom's place. Thats not a problem is it?" Bella expplained, smirking when Emmett chuckled behind me. I honestly did have a problem with that. It was the night before our wedding. She should have had that party ages ago! Or maybe thats how the Americans did it. Americans had bachelorette parties the night before, right? Or was that just me thinking that?
"Eh, alright. Have fun, I guess," I muttered, turning to follow Emmett back to the car.
"Well, hold on there a moment!" she laughed, tugging on my arm, forcing me to stop in my tracks.
"No goodbye kiss? I mean, it will be a long while until you can kiss these suculant lips at the altar tomorrow," she teased, smirking as I groaned.
"Yeah, well.." I leaned down anyways, despite my groans, and went in for a heart shattering kiss, which was exactly what I got.
I moved my lips against hers, my tongue moving against hers, slowly, intensly. It built until we were practically wrapped around each other.
It wasn't exactly polite infront of company, never mind the church!
I pulled away, gasping for air and I caught the eye of my father, laughing away as my mother looked shocked beside him. I had to laugh myself.
"Come on," I stated loudly, taking Bella's hand and leading her to the car, out of sight from the others.
Once we were behind Emmetts big jeep and away from public eye, I held Bella close, kissing her hair again.
"Bella! Come on, parties dont wait forever!" I heard Alice screech.
"I better go, then," Bella told me, giving me a sqeeze. The last hug before we went our seperate ways. God, that sounded so horrible in my head!
"Hmm, you do. But before you go...Whats gonna be at this particular party?" I asked her, simply curious. Although, if there was a stripper anywhere near her, I swear to-
"Oh, not much. Just a few of Alice' friends that I've met, some alcohol, food,a stripper..."
I didn't waste time on fretting. I knew she was lying- by her tone- but it still made me angry.
"A stripper, huh?" I started, looking her in the eye.
"Whats a stripper gonna do to my finacé?"
Bella blushed darkly, biting her lip.
"Probably alot of things, Edward. But I shouldn't say. Its kind of x-rated."
I growled in her ear, trying my hardest not to start shouting at her. Instead, I gave her a lecture- well, it was more like a fun fact.
"On the contrary, strippers aren't aloud do anything.. physical with the customer. Other than the whole, touchy, feely, dancy shit. No fucking is aloud, actually!" I said in triumph.
I know she was probably wondering how the fuck I knew this, but trust me, I dont think anyone wants to know.
"Huh," Bella hummed, thinking for a moment. "I think the stripper Alice got is farely... how do I put it? Physical."
My hold on her tightened, pressing her body harder against me, and I whispered low in her ear, and she trembled.
"No matter what that fucker does.. he cant make you feel as good as I can."
Her hands slipped up into my hair, gripping it tightly.
"I know that, Edward. No one has what you have. I mean, your lips, your hands, your cock.."
Okay, this wasn't helping with the whole leaving each other for the night situation. I simply cant be away from her if she's gonna be like this. No fucking way.
"BELLA!" Alice screamed again, closer than before.
"I dont give a fuck what Alice says. After twelve, you tell her your tired and want to have a good night sleep for your big day tomorrow. You will exit up to my old bedroom and be there, waiting, naked and sprawled on the bed for me." I watched her eyes grow wide as she stared up at me, and I couldn't help my smirk.
"You wait, until I get there. Dont worry about how I get there- I got that covered - Just be there, waiting. Because your gonna get it tonight."
I felt Bella nod against me, as she grinded her hips, slowly.
"Okay?" I urged, wating out her answer.
"Okay," my Bella repeated, and I released her, kissing her one last time before stepping out to greet Alice.
Screw Emmetts plans to get me hammered tonight: Im going to fuck my girl sensless.
. . . .
Yeah, last night was a good night.
Images of Bella entered my mind again. What? I cant help myself!
How she lay there, perfectly still, naked on my bed...
Feeling her hot, wet pussy muscles contract around my hard cock...
Hearing her scream my name- her cries muffled by my hand covering her mouth, drowning out her screams..
"Edward."
Telling Bella how much I loved her, and how I would do anything for her...
"Edward, man, come on! Its starting!"
Making sure our voices were low, so no one downstairs could hear...
"Edward!"
I shook my head, clearing my mind and Emmetts face blocked my vision. I remembered where I was then; the church. My wedding. It was starting. My wedding was starting.
It was a bad thing to start hyperventilating, wasn't it?
. . . .. .
*BPOV*
"You ready?" Carlisle whispered, touching my cheek with the palm of his hand. I jumped, not really intending to do so. We only arrived at the church moments before when we were told by the priest to line up and get ready. I barely had time to calm myself and get into character. I promised myself I wouldn't cry. I couldn't- I wouldn't. If anyone was going to cry, it was Esme, as per usual.. and maybe some of Edwards extended family. But not me.
Alice would have my head if I ruined my make-up.
God, please dont cry, Bella!-
"Bella?"
I was brought back to the present, after distancing myself, once again!
I cleared my throat, looking Alice and my father, Carlisle- yes, father- in the face and smiled.
"Im ready," I said, full of truth and meaning. I suddenly wasn't afraid anymore. This was happening and it was a good thing.
Screw what others would say. My parents didn't have control over me anymore. I wouldn't see them, or speak to them anymore, if that was possible. It was going to be Edward and I. Forever.
My lips tugged as a smile broke out once more, and I heard the music start. It wasn't 'Pachabels Cannon', like Alice had chosen, those few months ago. It was a new sound, yet familiar. I heard Edward play it every once in a while around the apartment. I commented on it once. I fell in love with the composition. I never did find out who composed it...
As Alice lined up in front of me, Jasper coming out the double doors, greeting us all. He took his spot next to Alice, who stood in front of me, who stood behind Rose and what not.
Thank God I had those three to go before me: It helped to get myself in focus. I needed the time I had. The nerves were gone, at least and I didn't feel like crying. Only my breathing sped up when it was Carlisle's and I turn to walk down the isle towards my future husband.
We took small steps, as I took everyone in.
The crowd was huge. Edward hadn't been exagerating when he said he had a large family. You could also see her was one of a kind, as none of his family members shared his intense green eye colour or his weird, but beautiful shade of bronze hair. He was made especially for me, thats how I saw it. It made me feel more special, more real, more important to him.
I took in the unfamiliar faces until I recognised one: Esme. Sitting up front and clearly bawling her eyes out when she saw me.
I bit down on my lip, blushing and blushing again as people gushed over me, mumbling words of excitement. I saw Emmett, grinning broadly, until I saw him. My own, personal heaven. Edward.
He stood next to Emmett, behind Father. Yoder and Bishop Stanley. He was smiling back at me, wearing a black tux, and slacks, his perfect eyebrow arched as Emmett whispered something into his ear that made his eyes smolder.
He looked like fucking sex on legs. He was outstanding. Amazing. Wonderful, beutiful. But all those words were inadequate. None of them fit. None could describe him better in that moment.
Besides, maybe the term, God-like. I shouldn't be saying this stuff in church. It was innapropriate.
As the walk drew to a close, I grew more at ease, seeing him so close to me.
Carlise took my hand from his, finally reaching the spot where the minister would declare Edward and I husband and wife. Carlisle kissed my cheek and placed my hand in Edwards. When we touched, I was home.
Our touch sparked, making me jump. The feel of his skin on mine, even though it was only a small part, made me feel like a live wire.
I stepped up to his height on the altar, nodding to the minister to start. Edward called the man Bishop Stanley. I was just used to saying minister. Oh well, they knew what I was talking about..
As the audience settled down, the minister spoke.
"Today, we are gathered here to celebrate the union of this young couple, Edward and Bella, to symbolise the love and the care they have for one another..."
Edward held both my hands in his. His eyes glistened with tears, but faught them back with the tremble of his lip as he bit down hard on it. My heart wrenched, wanting to hold him as he held back the happy tears that were threatning to spill over.
At least I hope they were happy tears..
The minister said his part, smiling down at his congregation, speaking the words of God and how he thought of us being together, in the eyes of God.
The ceremony didn't take long, and before I knew it, we were saying our vows, taking eachother as man and wife.
"I, Isabella Swan, take you, Edward Cullen to be my wedded husband. To have and to hold, to love, and to cherish, as long as we both shall live."
Once my vow was said, Bishop. Stanley asked Edward to repeat after him;
Dont cry, dont cry, dont cry!
"I, Edward Cullen, take you, Isabella Swan to be my wedded wife. To have and to hold, to love and to cherish... as long as we both shall live."
My bottom lip trembled, just as Edwards had moments before, but he seemed calmer now. His words rang out, loud and victorious and I couldn't help it when the tears fell freely down my cheeks. I could have sworn I heard Alice growl in the front row. She didn't like it that I had started to cry. Whatever, man!
"And do you promise to be faithful to Edward. To take care of him, to cherish, and listen to him?"
I held back a sob, keeping the tears away for just enough time to get the two small, but significant words out of my mouth.
"I do," I whispered, barely audible.
"And do you, Edward, promise to to be faithful to Bella. To take care of her, to cherish, and to listen to her?"
I looked up into Edwards eyes and saw them glisten once more. His lips moved and the words I've longed to hear for months now, came from his mouth.
"I do", he vowed.
I let out a sigh of relief, not realising I had been holding my breath. The crowd laughed a little and I blushed.
"As God watched over us all here, I now pronounce you husband and wife.. You may kiss your bride."
Edwards hand cupped my cheek, leaning down to my height and placed a soft kiss on my lips.
The crowd errupted into cheers and applause as Edward and I continued our kiss. It deepend a little, keeping the tongues away, though, since Bishop Stanley and Father. Yoder cleared their throats and gave us another look like last night when we broke apart. We pulled away at the same time, smiling timidly at the both of them, muttering our apologies and turned to face our family.
Esme's arms were the first to find me, crying into my neck as I patted her back. Emmett rolled his eyes and Carlisle tried to pry her off of me. It wasn't an easy job. Other family members hugged and kissed me, welcoming me into the family.
I felt more at home than I ever felt with my mom and dad. But they were gone now. This was where I belonged: Next to Edward.
I felt his presence behind me, following me out the church where the rest of the guests were. He never left me, nor did he stop touching me. We were always somewhat connected.
Most guests were throwing confetti as Edward held onto eachother, others lit up ciggarettes. I had to laugh at there impatients.
I stood next to Edward, speaking with his grandmother who came up from Cork last night. She was ninety six, and still going strong. Sadly, her husband passed away a few years back, but she was still happy as Larry.
Nanny Cullen was crazy, to say the least and she reminded me alot of my Grandma Swan. She also died when I was seven, but I still remembered her clearly.
We awaited the arrival of the limousine, making small talk, others congratulating us. Edward never left my side, for which I was glad. I didn't want us to be apart any more.
Everyone seperated, going different ways, taking different types of transport to the reception.
Alice helped us decide on where to hold the reception, saying the hotel her parents got married in was the best in Dublin.
Finally, the limousine's came, and we waved goodbye to the remaining family and headed towards the cars. Edward sat beside me, gripping my hand and Alice moved around the attatched seats with Emmett, Jasper and Rosalie.
Carlisle and Esme were taking another limo with Nanny Cullen and Edwards aunt.
Rose got overly excited opening the sun screen on the roof of the car. Emmett did his booming laugh when he hoister her up into the air to where the hole seeped through, causing Rosalie to scream out in shock.
The driver yelled at them, making them shut the fuck up at once.
Then we were off, flying down the road on a half hour drive to the hotel.
. . . . . . . . . .
The reception flowed nicely, after the eight course meal. Speeches were spoken, stories were shared, and memories were laughed at.
What stood out most that night was two things;
Our first dance.
It was beautiful, to say the least. How Edward held me in his arms, whispering the words to our song in my ear as we swayed to the music. Honestly, I wasn't much of a dancer, but how he did it made me feel at ease.
The conversation was light as we moved. Just telling one another how we were, how we thought the day was like and, of course, how much we loved the other.
"Hmm, now I finally get to call you Mrs. Cullen," Edward said, gazing into my eyes.
I smiled, reaching up to kiss him. I felt like my jaw was going to fucking fall off I was smiling that much today! Not to mention the crying. God, I was so dramatic at times.
Camera's clicked around us, flashing feverishly as my lips met Edwards. The song ended, as did our dance and we moved off the dancefloor, getting ready to cut the cake.
The second thing that stood out that day was our bedroom suite.
The hotel in general was incredible! So beautiful, and timeless and fucking huge!
I kissed and hugged everyone as Edward and I made our exit, telling my closest family how much I loved them. Emmett and Rose were nowhere to be seen, after sneaking out a while ago up to Emmetts suite. Serisouly, they were sixteen, seventeen.. but then again, I was nineteen and married, so I couldn't say much- Oh, and pregnant. Not really the best role model for warning Rose and Emmett not to grow up too fast.
I said goodnight and Edward held my hand in his, singing a song that had just been playing in the hall. I sqealed when he suddenly picked me up once we arrived at our door. It was on the top floor, one of the last and largest in the hotel. He carried me, bridal style- as I was officially- across the threshold, switching on lights as he went and I gasped as we entered each room.
When Edward set me down, I hopped around, tugging my shoes off and running through each double door to see everything this suite had to offer. It actually had a kitchen. Like, a full blown kitchen. I bathroom, a dining area, a seating area and.. wait for it.. master bedroom.
Rose petals trailed along the beige carpeted floor, leading to the bedroom. A large, king sized bed sat in the centre of the room, with hundreds of pillows on top, that were also covered in petals.
Two bottles of champagne stood on the nightstand, with candles scattered over each table tops.
Beautiful.
I lay on the bed, smiling in content and I felt the mattress shift in weight and saw Edward come down next to me.
His head rested on his arm, looking down on me as he stared into my eyes.
"I love you."
"I love you."
Closing my eyes, I felt Edwards lips on mine, moving slow and soft against them. I opened up to him, smelling his scent as his tongue touched mine, gradually slow in movement and I just had to pull back.
Edward looked taken aback at my sudden rejection and I tried pleading with my eyes.
"Im sorry, its just... Can we just talk for a minute?" I asked him, sitting up and readjusting my clothing.
"Alright, okay. Lets get you out of that dress first, yeah?"
. . .
I sighed out in relief when I lay back down on the bed, snuggling up under the covers in my silk pajama's, after changing out of my gown. The pins were out of my hair too and the curls fell loose down my back.
Edward came out from the bathroom, holding his toothbrush.
Alice literally thought of everything. If it wasn't for her, we would be naked right now, with no toothbrush or passports and flight tickets. The nakedness, I didn't mind, but the rest was something to care for.
Edward climbed in next to me, wrapping his arms around me and I curled into his side, taking some of his warmth.
"Ohhkay," he began, kissing my hair. "What did you want to talk about, Mrs. Cullen?"
Butterflies fluttered in my stomach at the sound of my new name. People have been saying it all night to me, but it was different when he said it. It felt more real when he did.
Then something like stage fright occured and I was scared. I was scared for how he would react when I told him the news. I was two months pregnant and hiding it pretty fucking well, in my opinion. Not that anyone else had an opinion to share on this particular subject...
"So?" Edward urged, laughing at my expression. "Whats going on?"
I cleared my throat, looking away from him as I finally spoke.
"I really dont know how to say this, Edward. I mean, I dont know how to put it in a way you wont freak out- I know, I know you will freak out anyway, but I want to make this easier for you"-
"Bella, what the fuck are you talking about?" he demanded, looking truly frightened. Was that how I looked too?
"Okay, Im just going to say it..."
Another deep breath and the words were out.
"Im pregnant, Edward."
And then there was silence.
*EPOV*
Neither of us spoke, lost in eachothers eyes and thoughts. I couldn't really comprehend anything. Other than the fact that she was pregant.
My Bella was pregnant. Huh.
Alot of things ran through my head in that unmeasurable amount of time. Some thoughts were well planned out and easy to deal with, others scary and hard to picture. Like me being a father. I could see Bella being a mother, no problem, but I had a hard time dealing with myself. But every father-to-be got like this. It was natural to feel like this when you just found out your wife of ten hours was expecting.
"Um, Edward? Please say something, Im freaking out over here."
Oh shit, I forgot Bella. How was she dealing with this? How long has she known? Was she positive, did she take a test?
"How, when, what - you?" all the words I thought came out in parts, making them sound like mumbo jumbo.
"Well, I've actually known for a while... Around two months"-
"WHAT?" I screamed, breaking through the last of my numbness and glared at Bella.
How could she know and keep it on that long? I mean, fuck!
"You knew for two whole months and never told me about it? Never told me we were having a child- a fucking family?"
Bella flinched and looked away. I saw a tear fall from her eye and she quickly went to swipe it away.
"Im sorry, Edward. I was just so scared of what you would think. I was so busy with you and Alice sorting out the wedding, that things went to the worst when I found out!" she tried to explain, tried really hard but the tears won her over and she began to sob against me. I cradled her, like I vowed to do earlier on today: Promise to care for her.
"I tried to tell you, Edward, I swear, but we were both caught up with the wedding and Charlie, that I never had the chance. And also, because a part of me thought... that if I told you before the wedding... you would call it off and leave me."
Bella choked on a sob and I blanched. I stopped breathing, not believing her words. She thought I would leave her?
"Bella, how dare you think such a thing," I growled, pushing her away a little so I could look at her more.
"I love you, Bella. Nothing and no one will change that. Not time, or space, nor money or family - and definitely not the child that is growing in your womb. We just got married, Bella. I want to start a life with you, I want to have a family with you. Im not angry, or worried or scared about this. Im just pissed that you kept it from me for so long. All I know is I love you and every part of you. Nothing is going to change that, okay? Come here."
I hugged her once more, rocking her back and forth until she went to fist her clothing that covered her stomach.
"Im shocked you didn't notice before. You call yourself observant.." she mused with a smirk. I was glad she was making jokes- well, attempting to make jokes- because it made me feel much more calmer now. I meant what I said. I wanted to start a family with her. I wanted this, her, the baby, all of it.
I pulled her top away, seeing the small bump for the first time. My hand trailed across her abdomen, making her shiver beneath me. I looked up into her eyes, seeing the tears fall down her face. They were happy tears, I could tell. My head bowed to kiss her navel and then lay back beside her. She snuggled close and soon fell into a deep slumber. It wasn't long before I was out too, dreaming of a brown haird girl, with emereld green eyes, playing on a swing...
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"Where did you put the keys?" I asked Bella when we checked out down in the lobby.
"Alice took them from me, saying we would lose them on our trip," she grumbled with a roll of her eyes. I laughed. Typical Alice.
My mother and father were outside, waiting for Emmett to arrive with the car.
He got in shit last night for taking Rose to his room. He took her home earlier and I'd say he'd be grounded for at least a month. My parents were more disappointed in Rosalie, though, because they thought she had the sense not to do it before turning eighteen.
Oh well, it was none of my business.
The guests were in the breakfast hall, dying with hangovers and what not. Lucky I didn't drink that much last night.
Bella didn't have a drink of alcohol at all, saying she wasn't used to the legalised law of drinking at eighteen, nineteen. Only now did I realise she was lying to protect her secret of being with child. No alcohol for her for the next seven, eight months.
We woke up early this morning, discussing everything, Bella telling me how she found out and why she kept it from me. How she would sneak off for check-ups on how the baby was doing. I fumed when she told me that. She wanted to wait after the honeymoon to give the news, due to my distaste. I wanted to shout it from the roof tops. Bella was having none of it. Ugh, although, it was good to have these conversations. Good for being married, so people say.
"Emmetts here. You guys ready?" Carlisle called from the doors. Bella happy danced her way over to where he stood with my mother and hugged them both.
"I love you, both. Thank you so much for everything. You really are wonderful parents."
Tears flowed down my mothers face and even Carlisle looked teary eyed. Bella had them, like she had me.
Our friends and family came to wave farewell as we escaped for our honeymoon.
Emmett was in the drivers seat, greeting us as we put our luggage in the booth of the car.
Alice and Jasper gave us one last hug and wished us on our way.
The crowd cheered as we honked down the road, waving and blowing kisses out the window.
Getting comfortable next to my Bella, we drove to Dublin Airport, keeping the conversation light with Emmett. He shut the fuck up when Bella mentioned Roses name, causing me to laugh my fucking ass off. Emmett blushed for the first time in years, but you could see the smirk he wore when he was asked about last night. Yeah, he had a good night.
. . . .
"Edward, I thought we were going to the Canaries? This is a whole different route. Excuse me, but where the fuck are we?"
I pulled Bella through the terminal, grabbing our luggage as we waited in the baggage area, with the biggest fucking smile on my face.
She hadn't a clue. She didn't even notice the money gone from our bank account. Talk about keeping secrets.
"Edward, answer me! Do you even know where we are?"
I nodded towards her, keeping the grin intact which pissed her off further. I know it was a shit way to start off a honeymoon, getting on planes every hour. I was exagerating, but it felt like that!
Bella took a slight panic attack on the first flight, claiming she had a feeling that the plane was going to blow up or head for water the moment we took off. She scared the other passengers, making me feel like I was in the fucking Final Destination movies.
I got her calmed down after a while, but I had to admit I was fucking scared myself. I had to care for her, and thats what I did. No matter how scared I was getting on each plane, I had to put on a brave face for her. It payed off in the end, because here we were, alive and on our way to the destination I created for our honeymoon.
Our luggage was brought to us, and we met the man that would be taking us out on the island Bella and I had once been stranded on.
Yes, you read correctly. I was taking my Bella back to the island. Our island.
It was difficult finding the exact one, but after hours on end on the laptop with Emmett and Jasper, looking up maps of the North Atlantic ocean and islands that were close to America.
I did this because Bella said she wanted to go back there one day, and I made a promise in my head to make sure that happend for her.
"Oh my God, where are we?"
"Near America, I guess," was my only hint.
"Edward, stop playing with me. This isn't fucking America. People are speaking a language I've never fucking studied!"
Her voice was high and frustrated. We followed behind the man, who would take us on the boat to island.
Once Bella saw the water and the boat, she froze.
"Edward..."
"Shh!"
I carried her on board, leaving the tan man to get our bags. Sitting down, I stared at my Bella, thoroughly confused, yet excited at the same time. I didn't know if she had copped on yet to where we were going, but I'm sure she would have said something if she had.
Then we were off, riding across the Altlantic. I took off my tie, tightening it around Bella's eyes and she gasped. "What?"-
"Shh!" I hushed her again, plastering the grin on my face once more.
The half hour boat trip was over quickly and I helped Bella step out onto the beach. The sun shone down on us, and I knew Bella could feel it on her skin. I looked over the island, feeling more at home than ever and noticed the cottage that sat in between the trees. I created that. Me and my mad skills. Actually, I came up with it. If Bella and I were spending a week on a deserted island, we had to have a place to sleep. When we were paying the workers to build this, I warned them not tear down the hut that still sat intact on the sandy beach. Memories came flooding back and my eyes filled with tears. This is where it all began, where we fell in love, where we made love for the first time.. It all started here on this tiny island.
I thanked the man and he gave me a note on when to pick us up in the next week. Food had been stocked, also in the cottage, along with shampoo's that we didn't need since we brought our own. I waved the man goodbye and saw him disappear over the horizon back to main land.
"Edward, please!" Bella cried, hitting my chest with her fist.
I moved behind her, gripping the tie in my hands.
"Are you ready,Bella?" I whispered in her ear.
"I've been ready the past four hours, Edward," she sneered and I chuckled, releasing the tie and dropping it on the sandy floor.
I let her take it all in, moving next to her to catch her reaction. It didn't sink in on her at first, as you would do when your husband brought you to an island for your honeymoon.
Then you could see her eyes begin to widen and take in the suroundings.
"I.. Edward, my God," she mouthed, words not coherent as she muttered them over again.
"Its-you did this- how- what?" She broke through the shock, and I found myself being tackled to the ground. Her lips found mine and I welcomed her, opening my mouth to recieve her tongue. I could feel the tears fall from her face to mine, I could feel the smile on her lips as she kissed me. It was perfect.
I was out of breath when she pulled away and hopped up, sqealing and jumping around on the sand.
"Its the island. Edward, I cant believe it, how did you do it? How did you find it?"
I stood, swiping the sand off my clothing as I explained.
"You said once that you wanted to come back here and I made it happen. The money left over from Charlie was used to build the cottage. It took a while to find the exact island, but-"
"The hut is still here! Edward, my God, this is perfect!" Bella interupted.
She hugged me again, sobbing into my shoulder.
"Hey, stop crying, its okay," I soothed, kissing her hair.
"There happy tears. This is it, Edward. Gosh, this is it. I love you so much. Thank you."
Bella wiped the remainder of her tears away, breathing evenly in and out.
"You want to go inside?" I asked her, pointing at the cottage.
She shook her head, smiling up at me.
"I want to see the hut. Its where it started- Where we started. I want to go there."
Her words made me cry aswell and she giggled softly.
"I love you," I said, full of love and meaning.
"And I love you," Bella said again, kissing my cheek.
"Im sure our baby girl wont mind us having a little fun in the sand, right?" she said, her eyes playful and fun.
"A- a girl? Were having a baby girl?" I choked on my tears.
"Yes, were having a girl," Bella repeated, biting down on her bottom lip.
I picked her up and twirled her around, kissing her soft lips passhionatley as we twirled.
Yeah, Im sure Baby Girl wouldn't mind if I made love to my baby girl.
Bella and I continued that way through the day in the hut. Never seperating, always touching some part of eachother.
This was how we began, and this was how we were going to end. Together.
THE END.
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A/N
And thats a wrap.
Thank you so so so much, everyone! Truly, you guys are incredible. How did you like this little story? Good enough for you all? Let me know in reviews people! And once again, I love you all (:
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