I don't own Twilight. I do own a short fuse and a full bottle of prosecco at the moment.

Hi, all. Happy Eclipse day. This chapter brought to you by NYC, the Jersey Shore, and Grey Goose.

Many thanks to karentwilighted and EchoesOfTwilight for beta work and advice.

So...here you go.

And, if anyone wants to meet us for the 3am showing of Eclipse at the AMC in Lincoln Square (NYC) tonight, close this window and get on the subway, get in your car, put on your running shoes...whatever. DO IT.

-Chapter 37: Sybil Lives Here-

"Bella," he said, his voice cracking. "Does that mean what I think it does?" His eyes were intense, pinning me in place with a stare that was almost unnerving.

"Maybe?" Please...don't make me say it out loud just yet.

Evidently, he was satisfied, because he swiftly bent his head to cover my mouth with his. He settled against me, pushing me deeper into the cushions as he urged me to part my lips. I wrapped my arms around his waist, moaning into his mouth as he nudged his hips against my thigh. My fingers dug into the groove of his spine, and I had the fleeting thought that Hawaii was the best place in the world, because the climate allowed Edward to go shirtless much of the time. I wished Edward could be shirtless forever.

Forever...that's what he was asking me for. And here we were, making out like a couple of teenagers on the basement couch, when we needed to be having a serious discussion.

After a few more electrifying kisses, I managed to pry his mouth from mine. My hands were on either side of his cheeks, and I almost forgot my purpose when he raised his lids, revealing his hot green eyes.

"There are some things we should talk about if we're going to do this."

He smiled playfully at me. "Love, we've done this plenty of times. Though I'd be happy to give a simultaneous anatomical discussion," he trailed off, dipping his head to drag his lips across my jawline.

"I'm not talking about sex, Dr. Cullen," I returned, unable to help my smile at his persistence.

"Damn," he whispered, going limp above me for a few moments. Finally, he sat up, bringing me with him. We faced each other on the couch, and I grabbed his hand.

Swallowing past the huge knot in my throat, I barged on. "I'm not saying that you're definitely going to start..." I paused, unsure of my word choice. "If you ever start...drinking again, please don't hide it from me. I want us to be open with each other. If something like that ever happens, we can't turn away from one another." Blinking rapidly to cool my burning eyes, I scrubbed my free hand over my face, reeling at the events of the last twenty-four hours. I felt like I'd ridden the emotional roller-coaster a few too many times. My lips were still heated with sensitive tingles from his kisses, yet I was holding back tears and a good dose of fear.

"I'm not saying that I'll enable you... Oh, hell! I don't know what the fuck I'm saying." A couple tears fell and I dashed them away. "But don't be worried you'll lose me. If it happens. Not that it's going to. Ugh, I'll shut up now," I finished.

"I appreciate that you trust me enough to talk with me about this. While I can tell you I have no plans of ever drinking again, I know I won't ever be completely 'cured.' But whatever happens, I'll always fight my hardest to keep what you and I have. You've given me so much, and I can't go back to the way I was before you. I don't want to.

"I remember being so damn scared that morning at the bakery," he said softly, looking down at our hands for a minute before continuing, raising his eyes back to mine. "That moment before I told you the truth was like the last moment of my life. There I was, hanging myself out there with plenty of rope, hoping you wouldn't run for the hills, and I almost couldn't do it. But you deserved honesty, and I needed to give it. You give me everything, Bella, and I'll stop at nothing to do the same for you.

"I know this disease has the potential to ruin my life...and yours, if you choose to spend it with me. But I also know this: I'm not going to let it. I'm going to hang on to what I have ― hang on to you ― with everything I've got."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, does it? We'll work through it together. You never have to hide anything from me."

"Exactly."

I couldn't take much more of this heart-to-heart stuff. "Okay," I said, drawing out the word like an idiot. "Enough. Let's get out of here. I've got a purchase to make."

He smiled in relief, and I got the feeling that it would be better for both of us if we just tried not to think so hard.

-w-

"You've already seen me naked today ― more than once. You're not going to see this dress until later," I insisted in a low voice. I was trying to be firm as we stood on the narrow sidewalk outside one of the town's shops.

"What, you don't need someone to pick out your clothes for you?" he asked with a smirk.

"That's exactly right." I crossed my arms over my chest for effect. His eyes lit up with wicked glee, belatedly cluing me in to the view with which I'd inadvertently provided him. I moved my arms lower, closer to my waist. "When I shop, I don't screw around. I don't usually try stuff on, and I want to get away as fast as possible. I don't need any help."

"Thank God," he said, exaggerating his relief. "I'm so glad you don't need a sidekick like Alice does."

I laughed, reaching up on tiptoe to kiss him on the cheek. "Go buy me something pretty. Or get something to eat. Whichever," I whispered in his ear.

"And the difficult decisions begin," he sighed. "Which one does she mean?" He was pretending to talk to himself. I was tempted to roll my eyes at his overly-dramatic goofiness, which I secretly found funny. There wasn't much about Edward that I didn't like.

"Give me an hour?"

"No problem...Biff." The last part was under his breath, but meant for me to hear.

"See you then, Buttercup," I said, smacking his butt as I breezed past him and into the air-conditioned bliss of the store.

Sixty minutes and about four hundred dollars on the Amex later, I had a few days' worth of new clothes and one very important dress. I was extremely happy with my find, and I hoped Edward would be as well. The only problem was the three packed sacks of impulse buys I now lugged with me. Damn salesperson...though I suppose I was an easy sale, since I really only had the clothes on my back with me, and that horrible, curvy road was between me and the rest of my vacation wardrobe.

Edward was standing against the Volvo on the other side of the street, his phone glued to his ear. I took a moment to observe him as I approached, really liking the way he looked in sunglasses. We had sunny days in Seattle, but not nearly enough to satisfy my need for eye-candy Edward in those shades. Finally, he looked up, catching sight of me. Quickly ending the call, he held out a hand for the sacks.

"Whoa," Edward said, giving me a knowing smile. "Maybe you do need a babysitter."

"You be quiet. I started thinking about that road between me and my clothes, and I can rationalize staying here longer if I have more stuff to wear," I explained, not sure if I was trying to convince him or myself. I followed him to the trunk, laughing when I saw what was already inside.

"I know, I know," he said, shoving two equally-full bags to the side. "Pot, meet kettle." He quickly stuffed the bags in the trunk, which could literally hold nothing more, and I went around to lay the garment bag that held my dress in the back seat. "What's this?" he asked as we got in the car to begin the drive back to the cottage, jerking his thumb behind us.

"You know what it is, dork. And you're not seeing it until I put it on. I'd make you wait longer if I could, but flasher-style trenchcoats are in short supply in the rainforest."

"Does that mean it's short?" he asked hopefully, taking a sharp curve and testing the mettle of my seatbelt.

"Take it easy, Helio," I said nervously, grabbing the dashboard for balance. "And I'm not answering your question. You'll see it soon enough."

"Fine," he huffed, a little smile on his face.

When we got back to the hotel, he helped me carry everything inside, dropping all the bags off in the bedroom.

"I'll leave you to unpack all our bounty, woman," he said lowly, catching me around the waist in a warm hug. "I have a few more things to do. Meet me by the torches at sunset?"

He released me, and I caught sight of the clock on the nightstand. "Okay," I answered with a little grin. "Should I wear my dress?"

"Definitely." His face was eager and happy and wicked and I just wanted to kiss him and never stop. He started for the door, but I called him back.

"Edward?"

"Yes, love?"

"What time is sunset?"

-w-

I didn't have much time to prepare myself, but truthfully, I preferred it that way. It gave me no time to think. I didn't have time to doubt, worry, or ruminate. Twilight was fast approaching, and I stood frozen just in the shadow of the spa's outbuilding. The sky was still blue in the seconds just after sundown, and the clouds were candied with lavender and pink that glowed against their darkening canvas. My hands shook so badly that I could actually hear the flowers vibrating in my MacGuyver-ed bouquet ― which consisted of my hairbrush, three real flower leis from the gift shop refrigerator case, and a lot of scotch tape and bobby pins. I was impressed with my efforts, which had yielded a very pretty fall of small plum and white orchids and bright yellow plumeria, but if I wasn't careful, I'd shake the damn thing apart.

I could see him, but he didn't know I was there yet. He stood close to where the four stone-columned torches met, talking with two people I didn't recognize. One, a stout woman with coffee-colored skin, wore robes the color of rich saffron, which was made even brighter with a white satin stole.

We're getting married by a girl? We approve of this, Bella.

Of course they did.

I thought I recognized the man that had been manning the front desk earlier, and his eyes flicked to mine in greeting, letting Edward know there was someone behind him. He turned with a smile, making my stomach join the girls in their gold medal worthy floor routine somewhere behind my intestines. My heart was still there ― the frantic thumping making a racket that drowned out everything else. I started forward and, for once in my life, I was graceful. It felt like I gravitated across the ground. Appropriate, perhaps, because he was definitely pulling me in. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the other two people go and stand where the two stone paths met, directly in front of the torches a few yards away. He took two big strides to meet me, reaching out to grasp my hands.

"You look..." he paused, letting out a huge sigh, and then he laughed, shaking his head. Then he was hugging me to his chest, his arms wrapping around my back as he pressed a soft kiss to my temple. "You look beautiful," he whispered.

"Thank you," I mumbled into his chest, a little embarrassed by his compliment, but enjoying it nonetheless. I took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of him in a bolstering little sniff. That's what he'd reduced me to...huffing Eau de Edward in little 'bumps' like I was an addict. "You look pretty, too," I finally said, pulling back to smile up at him. He was gorgeous as always, in another light-colored shirt rolled up over his forearms, and more khakis. These were cut in a slimmer fit than the others, and I certainly appreciated the view.

Oh, yes, he's definitely intoxicating. He always breaks my filter...

He snorted, making me giggle, and then we both looked like idiots. "Thanks," he said dryly, pushing a lock of hair back over my shoulder. His hand rested warmly on my bare skin, long enough to make my nerves hum with excitement, and then he trailed his fingers down my arm and linked them with mine, squeezing softly.

"I love you, you know." I squeezed back, lifting his hand and kissing it quickly.

"Good. Because I love you, too." He dropped a quick kiss on my lips, and it wasn't nearly long enough. I forced myself to look around, trying to keep my brain busy so I didn't drag him into the bushes.

No, Bella! We are making this legal, and we're doing it now!

They really needed to stay out of this. Prudes.

Finally realizing no one from his family was here, I asked, "You didn't tell them?"

"I called my parents, but since Charlie can't be here, I thought we should do this alone... We can let this be just for the two of us ― exactly how we want it, without any interference from anyone else."

"Are they mad?" Oh, God, this could be really bad.

He laughed, pulling me into his side as we turned to walk toward the torches that stood taller than he did. "No, Bella. Though they did say I'm the one who has to break it to Alice."

"Oooh, ouch," I winced. "Better you than me."

"Thanks for the support," he said sarcastically.

"I'll help you tell Alice, if you help me tell Renee."

"I was expecting your help with that. Don't act like you're so magnanimous."

I froze in my tracks, jerking Edward to a stop. "Wait a minute."

"What?" His tone was anxious, though his face didn't show it.

"Did you just use the word 'magnanimous' in a sentence?"

"Yes?" he answered uncertainly. "Why?"

Holy cow...his vocabulary...that voice...my lady parts... What was I saying?

"Don't act like you don't know that big words are like porn to me," I whispered, in what I hoped was a voice no one else could hear.

"I seem to remember something about that," he admitted as we started walking again, heading to stand in front of the officiant. I caught the tail end of his smirk, and I couldn't resist smiling back. Every time I thought I couldn't love him any more, he proved me wrong.

Getting married involved lots of paperwork. This, I remembered. The actual wedding was a different story. It wasn't like I didn't remember it, but it was blurry. I just remembered the nerves and the way it was so hard to speak above a whisper. I remembered being amazed that I wasn't crying, until I saw the little trembling at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't you do it," I'd mouthed at him, knowing if he cried, so would I, and he hated it when I cried. His hands had been stiff and a little clammy in mine, and I'd squeezed them in reassurance. But most of all, I remembered his smile when he'd leaned in to kiss me for the first time as my husband.

His face was so open, his smile so free and relaxed and joyful. He was the epitome of happiness, and in that moment, I was too. It felt very, very good to be Mrs. Cullen.

We're so proud of you, Bella. Now we won't have to birth bastard children.

Poor girls...they just didn't know when they were beaten. And while I couldn't rule out children in the future (the very, very distant future) on my own anymore, there would definitely be no babies for the next nine months at least. Because there was one more thing I'd remember about that night ― my period.

My brilliant idea to skip the placebo week of pills didn't quite work. Instead of my dream sex-filled honeymoon, I got a week more of hiking, swimming, and outdoorsy Edward things ― minus the usual illicit sex. We even rode bicycles down Mount Haleakala and posed for stupid, silly pictures on our bikes halfway down ― at the group leader's insistence that the "Honeymooners" needed some photo ops.

It wasn't nearly as fun. We laughed, and as usual, I had a great time because we were together, but there was only so much hiking I could do without the added...incentive. And it didn't escape my notice that Edward hadn't hesitated to call me his wife in front of the other tourists, but we still hadn't told Alice and Jasper. Though, the more I thought about it, I didn't exactly mind, since I really didn't want to deal with the fallout when Mount Alice blew her top.

Two days after the wedding ― two blissfully relaxing, incredibly sexually frustrating days ― we rejoined the rest of the Cullens, minus Meat Sweats and Rose, in Wailea. I drove the whole way, and managed to avoid getting sick. Edward complained and teased me for most of the drive, until I'd had enough and yelled at him about three-quarters of the way back. After that, we were both scowling, tense, and silent. I had a headache and needed the restroom, so a break from the road was our best option. We still had far enough to go that I didn't want to spend that much time fighting, but we were getting closer to Wailea, and the population increased as the land straightened out along the coast and the rainforest thinned. I pulled over at the next place that looked promising: a little trailhead and park with an air-conditioned store that had restrooms.

After taking care of our separate business, we met back up at one of two little picnic tables near the store. I sat on one of the long benches, smiling a little at all the carvings in the wood made smooth and shiny with time and...well...human butts. It reminded me of the parks of my childhood, when I'd always sort of wished a boy would carve my name on a picnic table ― as long as he wasn't calling me a slut or something bad like that.

The tables were covered with names, old and new, and they were decorated with lots and lots of hearts that enclosed what I assumed were lovers' names. Edward's shadow fell over me as he approached, and he held out a cold water bottle that was wet with condensation.

"Thanks," I said, squinting up at him through my sunglasses. He sat next to me, making it easier for me to see his face without the sun directly behind him. "I'm sorry I yelled."

"Uh...yeah. I'm sorry I wouldn't shut up. So, um...I accept?" he babbled sheepishly, and it reminded me of...me.

I grinned at him. "I accept, too. And I'll try not to do it again."

"Me too," he pledged. "Not much, anyway." I laughed at him, playfully smacking his leg. He grabbed my hand, yanking me toward him and planting his mouth on mine. I'm sure we made a spectacle there on the bench, and I had to keep myself from crawling into his lap. We left about twenty minutes later...after Edward neatly carved our initials into a tiny bare spot in the wood.

I didn't even have to ask him to do it. That's how well he knew me.

So why was it still so hard to stop wondering what would happen once we got back to our real lives?

-w-

When we returned to Seattle a week later, both of us were tired, cranky, and more than a little frustrated with each other. Edward was pissy with me because we still hadn't had sex since we got married, and not without a lot of effort on his part. I was angry with him because he was mad at me. It was also an excuse to put off acknowledging the impulsive thing we'd done, despite how little a formality the actual consummation was ― considering the number of times we'd done the deed beforehand.

Don't call the Precious "little!"

God forbid. It wasn't true, anyway. Not that I'd ever measured it or anything. I knew it felt damn good, and that's all that mattered. I was pretty fucking happy with it. Wait, why have we stopped having sex again? Oh, yes, my goddamn period...and my own stupidity.

The coast had been clear for a couple of days, but I was acting too stupid to live. I kept putting him off, and bribing him with other sexual favors, enraging the girls in the process. They accused me of sharing the same view of sex as Bill Clinton.

Putting it in your mouth is sex too, Bella. You're still having "sexual relations" with that man, so you might as well "feel our pain," and get to the main event.

I didn't know why I was feeling so weird about married sex. Though, if I was honest with myself, it wasn't all about "married" sex...it was about making this whole thing real, in every way. And I was afraid.

The car was quiet as Edward paid the exorbitant fee for parking in the terminal garage, though I had to admit, being able to walk straight to the car without riding a series of packed buses to economy parking was very convenient. He didn't seem inclined to break our silence as he drove, and I was content to let him watch the road, since we'd brought rain to the Seattle area, apparently. Like any time I left the state, the sun had shined brightly every day I was gone.

It was dark and humid in the car, which only amplified my already frayed nerves. I was on my way to giving myself a stomachache, so I forced myself to close my eyes for the rest of the way. I hadn't slept much on the plane, and I really was exhausted from the long flight. A few times, I felt his eyes on me, but I never could catch him in the act. But I knew he was watching.

I was surprised to suddenly find Edward leaning over me to unbuckle my seatbelt. The car was already parked and he was pulling me from my seat, not really even giving me the option to walk. He left all our luggage in the trunk, only grabbing me and his keys. Too sleepy to argue, I relaxed and let him try to give himself a hernia. In the elevator, he adjusted me so I could wrap my legs around his waist and support myself a little. I kept my arms wrapped around his shoulders and rested my head in the crook of his neck.

He hadn't moved very far into the elevator car, and I could feel the cold doors behind my back. It wasn't obvious; he wasn't pressing me against them, but he was just letting me know he could. I wanted him to.

He shifted me slightly as the doors slid open on his floor, and I couldn't help squirming a little as he hitched me closer to his stomach. The only indication that he felt me, damp and hot low on his belly, was the way his breathing caught and his muscles tightened further, one arm holding my hips still, keeping me pressed firmly against him as he fumbled behind me with his keys. I heard the lock give way with a loud click, and the door swung open, but he didn't move forward until I looked up at him.

I knew what this moment was, and I smiled at him, because even though things were tense between us, he still wanted to have this. The new husband carrying his bride over the threshold, entering their new home for the first time as man and wife. It was very sweet of him...and when his eyes softened a little more and he returned my smile before stepping through the doorway, I was able to put my worries to the back of my mind. It was easy to just be with him most of the time, and that's why we were together. We fit, without thought or effort. But maybe that was what was so hard for me.

Why did I always have so many questions about the good things in my life?

Clearly, I'm a loon.

"Welcome home, wife," he said in a rough voice, startling me. Deep, dear green eyes pinned mine, and I was still smiling at him like some lovesick teenage girl. I think I kissed him first, but he certainly didn't appear to mind as he shoved the door shut with a bang, pinning me against the surface as he fumbled behind me to lock it. He moaned as he licked at my lips, and he smelled and tasted so good... Fisting my hands in his hair, I held him to me, becoming more aggressive than he'd been in the kiss.

Finally, the door was locked, and his hand was wandering across my back, drifting over my waist, and then closing over my breast. He pressed his palm hard against my chest, pushing up my breast. Sharp teeth closed gently over my lower lip as he pulled back, letting the slick, tingling flesh slip from his mouth. He ducked his head, trailing the tip of his nose over the cleavage he created, his lips following and burning a hot path up to my ear. The pad of his thumb circled my nipple; at the same time, he took my earlobe into his mouth, sucking gently.

"I love you," he whispered, sliding his hand up over my collarbone like he was trying to touch as much of me as he could reach. "Wife." The last part was lower and louder, and preceded a sudden lurch in my awareness as he yanked me away from the door and staggered to the bedroom. Then I was flat on my back, in the middle of the bed, and he was hovering over me, eyes dark.

"I love you, too...husband," I mumbled, suddenly feeling embarrassed, which only made both sets of cheeks blush.

"You're not gonna tell me "no" this time?" His lips curved just the slightest bit as I fidgeted nervously with his hair, which I was still yanking on from earlier. I didn't want to tell him no anymore, but I wasn't quite ready to give in yet. Knowing how much he liked it, I bit my lip uncertainly, letting my eyes fall to his mouth in time to see him swallow. He blinked, his eyes staying closed for a long time.

I waited for him to look at me again, and then I shook my head slightly, grinning. "Nope."

It took him forty-five minutes to get us both completely naked, though by that time, he'd given me two orgasms. He kept insisting he owed me for the previous week, and who was I to argue? It was hard to even breathe when his hand was between my legs, and his lips made it impossible. This was so much better than no sex. Thinking was very, very overrated.

-w-

I woke the next morning with a smile on my face, and I think it had been there all night, from the way my cheeks ached. The heavy arm draped across my waist let me know Edward was still sleeping. I was wide awake and knew there would be no more sleep for me this morning, so I decided to wiggle out from under his arm and root around for something to fix for breakfast.

In the pantry, I found some pancake mix that only required water and an unopened bottle of maple syrup. There was frozen orange juice concentrate in the freezer, and we had the perfect non-perishable, post-vacation meal. I smiled to myself, wondering how Edward would like some breakfast in bed. I wondered which smile I'd get, if it would be sweet and innocent or wicked and tempting... Of course, thoughts of bed led to thoughts of sex, and when my mind circled around to the maple syrup, I made myself think about something else. It wouldn't do to burn these pancakes. About fifteen minutes later, I was just finishing up with breakfast, when I looked up to see Edward standing in his bedroom doorway.

"This is like some kind of domesticated wet dream," he said, blinking sleepily at me. "I'm still sleeping, aren't I?" He turned around and shut the door, and then reappeared a few seconds later, wearing a white wife-beater along with his boxers. Holy shit. I had to swallow the drool that accumulated in my mouth at the sight of him. Some part of me was a dirty little girl, because no man should look so hot in a garment with such a name, but Goddamn it...I couldn't help myself. "Awesome. You're still there."

"Of course I'm still here," I said, gesturing to the stack of pancakes I had resting next to the cooling griddle. "I was just making you some food." He came up behind me, his lips tickling the back of my neck.

"What a good little wife you are," he praised, low and breathy. But as much as his tone turned me on, his words pissed off a tiny part of me even more. I did things like this for him because I loved him, not because I thought it was expected of me. I did stuff like this before we were marri―...before we went to Hawaii! "What's wrong?" Shit. I must have stiffened or something, letting him know I wasn't completely fine.

"Nothing," I said, slipping away from him to put the pancakes on the table. "Can you get the syrup?"

Warily, he did as I asked and grabbed it from the microwave, meeting me at the table as I dished him a plate full of pancakes. I waited for him to use half the container before I poured syrup on my own and shoved a huge bite into my mouth so I wouldn't have to speak.

"Come on, Bella," he said, in between stuffing his mouth with food. The Stepford Wife inside me smiled in triumph, and I wanted to punch her in the face. The girls offered her protection, if only she'd do them a favor someday, no questions asked... "Thank you for breakfast, by the way. It's really good," he added, throwing me a miniature version of my favorite grin.

Damn! I can't even stay mad at him. His powers of persuasion are too great. I'm no match for Buttercup.

"You're welcome," I grumbled, my lips breaking into a reluctant smile. He looked too adorable eating huge chunks of pancake dripping with syrup and I had to try extra hard to keep my eyes on my plate. It was nearly impossible. But when he asked for seconds, I was done for.

-w-

Things were great for about a week after that...and then Charlie called. He wasn't too happy about the length of time that had passed between my return to the continental United States and its correspondence to my current lack of parental phone calls.

"When are you bringing your hubby home for a visit?" he asked, sounding way too excited to be my father. "Come on, don't make me start calling him Egbert again to get a response from you, kid."

"How do you even know we got married, Dad?" I was stalling, and we both knew it.

"Don't make me come to Seattle, Bella," he threatened.

"Okay, okay, Dad! I'll find out when Edward has the time off. But I can't make any promises," I added, hoping I could put him off until he forgot about it.

Fat chance, Bella.

I didn't tell Edward when he came back late that night. I didn't tell him the next day before he went to work, either.

I also didn't tell him that I went back to my apartment when he left for work both times. I didn't tell him how I panicked when I started packing my things to take to his place. I assumed that's where he wanted to live, and I would be the first person to admit his loft was a lot nicer than my place. But the more I tried, the more it seemed like packing all my stuff and moving in with Edward for good was my Kryptonite. Why I felt like I needed some sort of safety blanket, I still didn't know, but the longer I hid this from him, the worse it would become. I kept telling myself I'd talk with him about it the next time I saw him, but I never did. So I tried to ignore it, and he seemed content to do the same, in the meantime. I buried those feelings, and it worked, for the most part ― but I don't think they were forgotten by either of us.

I know, I know... I didn't write the wedding.

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