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The next morning, Esme kept me in bed per Edward's orders while he was at work. Guilt rolled through my stomach as she came and went, mothering me all while taking care of all my daily chores. I was sure that Carlisle didn't approve of this, and I couldn't blame him. Edward and this house were my responsibility, not hers. And once again, because I acted like a spoiled, rotten child, Esme had to step in and take over.

The third time she came to check on me, I decided that enough was enough.

"Esme, I'm-" I started before she cut me off with a click of her tongue.

"No talking, Sweetie," she said gently, sitting beside me on the bed. "You really do need your voice for tomorrow."

I sighed in frustration, but nodded my head in defeat. It wouldn't do any good if I couldn't say 'I do.' Plus, tomorrow was going to be one of the biggest days of my life, and I wanted to have nothing but positive memories of it.

"Edward had arranged for you and me to go shopping today for a wedding dress," Esme said casually as my head shot up. "But because of recent events, he said that was no longer allowed…"

I felt tears sting my eyes as I looked back down at my hands. Once again, I was being shown just how much my action affected everyone around me. I was selfish.

"So, I hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty in picking out a few dresses for you that I thought you might like," she said cheerfully, lifting my chin so that I was looking at her. "I brought them with me for you to try on. That is...if you would like to?"

I nodded eagerly, a wide smile splitting my face as I choked back tears of joy and relief.

Esme patted my knee and stood up. "I'll go get them."

Suddenly awake, I waited anxiously on the bed for Esme's return. I just knew that she had found the perfect dress for me to marry her only son in. I would be honored to wear whatever she picked out. I couldn't wait to become Edward's wife. It would make our relationship official, and I was giddy with excitement. I had waited all summer for this moment, and I refused to wait a minute longer after tomorrow. When Esme came back in, she was holding three separate white garment bags, folded in half over her arm. I sat up and clapped my hands in my own version of showing her my excitement.

"Well, come here, Child," she chided. "Your voice is out, but your legs still work."

Laughing harshly, I leapt out of bed and was by her side in three strides.

"Let's try them all on, and then you can decide which one you want to wear for your wedding," she suggested.

I nodded and eagerly helped her lift out the first dress. I gasped in shock and awe, before quickly stripping out of my pajamas, leaving me in only my panties. Too excited to be embarrassed about my lack of dress, I raised my hands as she helped lift the dress over my head. It was a pure white, simple dress, and while I loved it, it just didn't feel…right. I couldn't explain it, but something felt off about it.

Esme stepped back to take a look at me while I gawked at myself in the dresser mirror.

"It's lovely on you," Esme said thoughtfully, "but I pictured it differently. Let's try the next one."

I nodded as we made quick work of putting on the second dress. It was much puffier than the first, and definitely not a style I would have chosen for myself, but I liked it. Then again, I had that nagging feeling that this wasn't the dress either.

"I think I saved the best for last," Esme winked, pulling out the final dress.

I helped her maneuver it over my body and gaped in surprise. It was perfect! It had two straps that crisscrossed in the back and a plunging V shape over my breasts. There was some sort of design in the center right below my breasts, made out of diamonds - or what looked like diamonds - that sparkled when the light hit them just right. The dress was simple, yet elegant. She was right; she did save the best for last.

I turned around to see Esme with tears falling down her cheeks, her hand over her mouth.

"You look beautiful," she whispered.

I smiled back and wrapped my arms around her in a firm hug, conveying to her just how much this moment meant to me.

"I love you, Mom," I whispered to her, not caring that I wasn't supposed to talk.

It needed to be said.

"I love you too, my daughter," she said, her arms wrapped around me.

When Esme had managed to gain control over her emotions once more, she helped me strip out of the dress before hanging it up in the master closet.

"Edward knows not to look before the wedding," she explained with a chuckle.

The rest of the afternoon and early evening passed fairly quickly. There truly wasn't much for Esme to do chore-wise, so we spent the majority of the day lying in Edward's bed, eating snacks, and talking about the wedding and reception. Well, Esme was talking. I was listening and nodding along, or writing my responses in my notebook.

When Edward was due home about half an hour later, Esme sat up and wrapped her arms around me.

"My son has been very lenient with you these last few months," she said quietly. "Don't expect him to lighten up once you are married. If anything, he is going to become a lot more possessive of you, and punishments for bad behavior will become more severe. You are the source of his happiness, and he will do anything to see to your own happiness. You just have to let him in," she advised.

I took a shaky breath and nodded my head, even if it was hard to imagine the punishments becoming more severe. I shuddered, not wanting to let my thoughts travel down that particular path.

"As his wife, you'll have more rules that you are expected to follow, and I feel like you're going to have an even harder time with them because you're still in school," she said, running her fingers through my hair.

I fumbled with pen and paper and wrote hastily on it. Maybe she could help me with this.

I don't want to go to school. I asked to continue with my homeschooling, but Edward said no because he has to work. But what if you could do it with me?

I watched as her eyebrows furrowed together before she looked down and gave me a small smile.

"Why don't you want to go to school?" she asked.

Not safe. I wrote. I want to stay here.

Esme pursed her lips for a moment before speaking. "Is it just school that you believe is unsafe, or is going out in general?"

I thought for a moment before I began writing. Putting my thoughts into words, though, was harder than it should have been.

I guess it's going out in public. Even when Edward is with me, I still get anxious and nervous that I'm going to mess up, or that someone will take me from him.

"Bella, Sweetheart," she said gently, "you can't live your life in fear. What about when you need to go grocery shopping for your family while Edward is at work? What about when your child wants to go outside and play, or has a doctor appointment? Are you going to live your life in your home, neglecting your wifely and motherly duties?"

Shaking my head, I realized that she was right. I couldn't live my life that way. Not when Edward would be depending on me, and especially not if our child needed me to go out.

You're right, I wrote. I'm just nervous about being in a new school.

"You're going to be fine," Esme encouraged. "You only have two years left. You're there for an education and that's it."

I nodded once more, still feeling a bit of dread in my stomach at the thought of two years in another school.

"Let's go downstairs and wait for Edward," Esme suggested, bringing me out of my dreary thoughts.

Esme popped in a movie as we both sat on the couch waiting for Edward to finally come home.

"Dinner is in the oven," she said a few minutes before Edward was due back. "Just pull it out and serve it up. I'll be over early tomorrow morning to help you get ready for your big day. Remember to do exactly as Edward says. There are going to be some extra people here at first, helping with the set up, so make sure to stay out of their way."

"I will," I rasped, closing my mouth quickly when she shot me a dirty look.

I smiled at her sheepishly and turned my attention back to the movie. At that moment, though, I heard Edward's car pull into the driveway and I jumped up from the couch to meet him at the door. When I made it there, he already had the door open and his arms wide, ready to embrace me.

"Hey, Sweet Girl," he said, lifting my face so he could get a good look at me. "How are you feeling?"

I nodded and smiled at him to show him that I felt fine, and sighed in relief as he wrapped me in his arms once more.

"I'm going to go talk to Mom and then I'll be back," he said, moving away from me. "Why don't you get dinner set up for us?"

I nodded once more and made my way back to the kitchen, duly noting that I would be glad when I could use my voice again; this nodding thing was getting redundant. As I was placing the lone plate on the table, Esme waved to me from the front door, calling out that she would see me tomorrow. I waved in return, and then went to the fridge to grab Edward a beer and a glass of iced tea. Edward rarely drank alcohol, but when he did, he usually only indulged on Friday evenings when he wasn't expected to be at work the next day.

"Let's eat," Edward said as he strolled into the kitchen. "I'm starving."

I giggled at his playful pat on his belly, and stood on my tip toes to kiss his cheek. "It's ready," I whispered.

Once he had seated himself on his chair, I made my place on his lap and waited for him to eat a few bites before asking for some of my own.

"Mom said that you did really well today," Edward said, making conversation.

I beamed at him in response as he fork-fed me some of Esme's amazing lasagna.

"I'm so proud of you," he whispered, leaning down and pressing his lips gently to mine. "I want to hear nothing less ever again."

I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck, smiling widely. Edward's praises meant more to me than anything else in this world. My goal was to prove to him that I could be good - that I wanted to be good for him. I knew that I wouldn't do anything that could jeopardize our wedding day. It wasn't just my day, but it was Edward's as well. I was going to make it memorable for him.

When we had our fill of dinner, I cleaned the kitchen while Edward sat at the table and sipped on his beer. Once I was finished, he swept me into his, arms causing me to giggle loudly.

"Let's go to bed early tonight," he said as he made his way up the stairs with me. "Tonight is the last night we go to bed as boyfriend and girlfriend. After tomorrow, we go to bed as a married couple."

I blushed and looked at him shyly. I couldn't wait.

~~~~~AOMM~~~~~

The next morning, the sound of a doorbell ringing throughout the house woke me up. I sat up in bed groggily and rubbed at my eyes. When I looked over to Edward's side, I saw that he wasn't in bed with me. I didn't have long to ponder where he went, because a second later, our bedroom door opened, revealing the man of my dreams.

"Yes, Reverend," he said, checking his wrist watch. "How about in thirty minutes? Okay. Okay, great. See you then."

I looked up at Edward confused as he snapped his cell phone shut.

"Let's get you showered and dressed," he said nuzzling my nose with his. "We are set to be married in about two hours. I let you sleep as long as I could. You won't be getting any tonight," he said, chuckling darkly.

"Why won't I be getting any sleep tonight?" I asked, confused and a bit taken aback by his tone.

Instead of answering, Edward just laughed louder before pulling me to my feet.

"Your voice sounds much better," he commented. "Does your throat hurt?"

I shook my head.

"No."

"Good," he whispered huskily, bringing me up to his level and leaving a soft kiss on my lips.

I pressed against him a little harder, loving the feeling of his body against mine.

"Bathroom," Edward whispered, turning me around and giving me a sharp swat to my bottom.

I jumped in surprise and shrieked, quickly making my way to the bathroom. I debated briefly whether I should take the time to wash my hair or shave my legs, but my hair won out in the end. It was simply too long not to wash it. I was halfway through with my second leg when Edward opened the door. Looking up at him, I smiled briefly and held up the razor, showing him what I was doing.

"May I have a few more minutes to finish my leg?" I asked.

I smiled in relief as Edward chuckled and leaned in to kiss me on the lips. "How much more do you have to go?" he questioned.

"Just the top part of my leg."

"Five minutes," he warned.

I nodded and immediately got back to shaving. Remembering how the last time went when I threw a complete fit over needing more time, I smiled in triumph. Not only did I remember to ask, but I got what I wanted. He was completely rational about it, and didn't make me feel bad over needing more time, or even try to make me feel guilty. When my leg was done, I poked my head out of the door early, seeing Edward leaning on the sink across from me, his arms folded in front of his chest.

"I'm finished," I said.

Edward smiled and wasted no time in shutting off the water before pulling me out of the tub. I shivered slightly as he dried me off, his fingers lingering at the sides of my breasts. I heard him swallow audibly, and I glanced up to see him staring at me in a way he never had before.

"Are you alright?" I whispered.

He shook his head as if trying to clear his thoughts before capturing my lips with his. His tongue pushed its way in to my mouth that I had opened eagerly for him. His taste surrounded me as the towel fell from his hands and to the floor. I gripped his shirt in my fists and forced myself closer, the tiny trails of water that he missed soaking into his shirt and pants. Neither one of us cared though, as our tongues continued with their tango. A few timid knocks on the door had us breaking a part quickly, gasping for air.

"Edward, the Reverend just pulled up," Esme called from the other side.

Edward let out a quiet curse before glancing at his watch. "He's early," he mumbled.

"One second, Mom," he called. "I need you here."

He looked back at me and took my chin in his fingers, lovingly placing a tiny kiss on each of my closed eye lids.

"You'll be with my mom the rest of the afternoon," he explained. "Please behave. I don't want to have to postpone our wedding any longer."

I shook my head vigorously. "I'll be good," I swore. "We will be getting married today."

"That's my girl," he praised. "I will see you in a couple of hours."

He wrapped the towel back around me so that I was covered before opening the door and leading his mother into the room.

"She needs her hair dried," he explained hurriedly as the doorbell rang once again. "I'll see you two at the altar."

He leaned down and placed a kiss to Esme's cheek before shooting me another quick smile. Then he was gone. Off to do...I don't even know what.

"You excited to get married today?" Esme asked me, taking another towel out of the closet and bringing it to my hair.

"More than you could possibly know," I whispered.

"Let's get you ready then, Mrs. Cullen."

I sat obediently on the toilet cover while Esme blow-dried my hair, thinking of the rest of the day. Edward and I would be married very soon, and then I would begin school. I jolted in shock as a random vision played across my eyes.

"Mom?" I asked tentatively.

"Yes?"

"Girls my age don't usually get married," I stated quietly, afraid that I was about to offend her somehow.

I felt the brush still in my hair for a moment before she resumed with her strokes.

"No. No, they don't," she replied just as quietly.

I nodded my head but said nothing more. Not marrying Edward wasn't an option. Edward and Mom said I was there to get an education before I became a full-time, stay-at-home wife and mother.

"I guess I'm just lucky," I whispered with a smile.

I felt Esme exhale against the back of my head as she placed a kiss to my hair.

"Yes, you are."

~~~~~AOMM~~~~~

"Okay, I have to go downstairs now and direct the last minute guests to their seats," Esme said, adjusting the straps of my dress one last time. "Carlisle will be up in just a few minutes to walk you down the aisle. Any last minute questions?"

I laughed and pulled her into a hug, willing myself not to cry and smear my make-up that she had just worked so hard on. "I'm fine," I repeated. "I'll see you downstairs."

Truthfully, I wasn't nervous. Not much at least. Marrying Edward seemed so normal...so perfect. I was already committed to him body, mind, and soul. Now all we had to do was make it official.

I sat down at the edge of the bed and waited for Carlisle. He was what I was actually nervous for. Would he try and convince me that I wasn't any good for Edward? Or worse...would he convince Edward that he could do better than me and have Edward call the whole wedding off?

I grabbed at my chest when I realized that I couldn't breathe. My chest heaved with the motions, but very little air was getting into my lungs. As the darkness began to close in around me, I made a last minute effort to hold it off by putting my head between my legs as much as my dress would allow.

"You're not getting cold feet, are you now?" A voice asked from beside me, a hand running up and down my back soothingly.

I jumped in surprise which caused my lungs to open up once more. I gasped for air, feeling the tightness that was in my chest lessen as I stared up into the piercing blue eyes of my soon to be father-in-law. I shook my head and tried to control my breathing.

"No, Sir," I whispered.

He smiled and moved away. "Good."

I watched as he walked around the room and took in the space around us. "I know that you can be a good girl, Isabella," he began. "But I also know how bad you can behave, as well. Throwing such a fit to the point where you lose your voice is not acceptable. But you're not going to have to be punished tonight, right? You're going to be a good girl for your husband?"

"Of course, Sir," I replied quickly. "I want nothing more than to please Edward and make this day the happiest of his life."

I felt the tug in my chest when Carlisle commented on my previous bad behavior, and I knew that I was going to have to earn his trust and respect again. I felt my breath hitch when he made his way over to my "special place." Without a word, he turned, looked directly in to my eyes, and opened the door slowly, as if he was gaging my reaction.

I began to shake uncontrollably.

"P-Please," I whispered. "I'll be good. I'll make you proud. D-Don't do this," I begged.

Without a word to show that he heard me, he stuck his head in the closet and came out wrinkling his nose.

"It's very small in there, isn't it?" he asked.

I didn't know if his question was rhetorical or not, so I swallowed against the lump in my throat and answered him, not wanting to risk his ire.

"It is," I agreed softly, barely speaking above a whisper.

Without shutting the door, Carlisle made his way back over to me, lifted my hands in his, and tugged up gently, showing me that he wanted me to stand. I hesitantly got to my shaking feet and gripped his hand painfully hard in my own out of fear.

"My son has been through a lot in his life, and it's about time he found someone to make him happy. I would do anything for him. I don't want to see an inkling of a fit today. If Edward says to do something, you do it with no questions asked. Don't ruin today for him," he said, glaring me. I took a deep breath, trying to get my shaking to stop.

"I'll on my best behavior," I promised with a shaky voice.

"I consider you my daughter," he said, smiling kindly at me. "You are a part of this family. You are a Cullen. Make me proud."

My eyes welled with tears as his words resonated in my heart.

"I will," I said, wrapping my arms around his back as he pulled me in for a hug. "Thank you for considering me worthy enough for your son."

We broke a part as soft music floated up the stairs and into the bedroom.

"That's our cue," Carlisle said, offering me his arm. "Are you ready?"

"Definitely," I laughed, grabbing onto his elbow.

Carlisle led us from the room to the top of the stairs, where he paused to allow me to take in the sights. I gasped at what I saw. It was like someone had turned our house into something from a fairy tale. The banisters were draped in white cloths, and rose petals were strewn about the hallway and down the stairs. Off to the right was where I knew Edward was waiting for us. On either side at the end of the staircase, there were two very large white candles that were lit, their flames flickering.

"It's beautiful," I whispered in complete amazement.

Carlisle chuckled under his breath while he held tightly onto my hand as we descended the last few steps. I looked down at my feet, taking extra precaution not to stumble or trip and take Carlisle down with me.

As we reached the final step, I finally looked up, and what I saw before me completely took my breath away. The living room had been rearranged, and instead of the usual chairs and couches, there were now white chairs lined up on either side of an aisle that looked like a white carpet runner, only fancier. Candles were lit at the corners of the room, and flowers decorated the walls. I vaguely noticed that there were about twenty other people in those chairs, but what my eyes were really trained on was the man at the front, wearing a black suit and a winning smile. Edward.

As we drew closer to him and another man beside him that I assumed was the Reverend, I felt a light blush stain my cheeks at the way Edward looked at me. I hadn't seen that look on his face in a while, and while it looked sexy and made butterflies appear in my tummy, it also looked predatory - like he wanted to eat me alive.

Lost in a haze, I leaned over and kissed Carlisle's cheek as he said something aloud to the Reverend, who had just asked a question. Then Carlisle placed my hand in Edward's with a head nod and a smile before taking his seat by his wife. As one, Edward turned us so we were both facing the front, his fingers intertwined with my own.

The Reverend began to speak, and while I tried to pay attention, I found myself lost in Edward's gaze as he looked me. The magical words that would marry us flew around me, but I couldn't bother to try and make sense of them. They didn't matter. All that mattered was that this man beside me was going to be mine...just like I was his.

"Isabella," the Reverend said, forcing my gaze to him instead of Edward. "Please go on with your traditional wedding vow that you've asked to say."

I blinked in confusion before Edward pulled out a tiny notecard from his front pocket and handed it to me. On the front were the words: read from this, my beautiful wife.

I smiled as I flipped the card and cleared my throat.

"I, Isabella, take thee, Edward, to be my wedded husband. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish, and to obey, 'til death do us part, according to God's holy ordinance."

I blinked away my tears, and knew as I spoke them, that I would live my life doing my best to fulfill every one of these vows to my husband.

"And Edward, please go on with your traditional wedding vow that you've asked to say," the Reverend spoke.

"I, Edward, take thee, Isabella, to be my wedded wife. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, 'til death do us part, according to God's holy ordinance."

My throat closed as Edward spoke of his devotion to me, and I couldn't help the tears that fell as Edward placed another band on my ring finger before giving me his ring to place on his own finger.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Without wasting another second, Edward pulled me into his arms and kissed me like there was no tomorrow. I threw my arms around his neck and clung to him as his tongue sought out my own. Music from the background began again as Edward pulled away. I blushed as a round of applause rang out from around us. I had completely forgotten that we weren't alone.

With another light kiss to my lips, Edward took my hand and led us back down the aisle, smiling and waving to those we passed. We didn't stop until we reached the backdoor, and then Edward swung it open to reveal a large, white tent that had tables, chairs, and rows of food set up beneath it.

Edward brought us over the front of the tent and took me in his arms. "You are so beautiful, my wife," he complimented.

"I love you," I whispered, still overcome with emotion.

"And I love you," he said, pressing his forehead to mine. "I'm pleased to introduce you to my coworkers and family."

I looked at him confused until he turned me around so that I was face to face with people I had never met before.

"Allow me to introduce you to some distant relatives," Edward chuckled. "These are the Denalis."

My eyes widened as I took in the people in front of us.

"This is Eleazar and Carmen," Edward said as a young man with black hair and brown eyes stepped forward. His arms were around a beautiful woman with olive skin and green eyes. "And their kids, my cousins, Tanya, Kate, and Irina."

I smiled and shook hands with them as they each greeted me in a slight accent that I couldn't place.

"Welcome to the family, Bella," Eleazar greeted before moving over slightly to greet Edward.

"We're very pleased to meet you," Carmen said kindly. "You must come visit us in Alaska sometime."

I blinked in surprise before I recovered enough to smile and thank her for her offer.

Alaska?

A line formed behind the Denalis as they promised to catch up with us before they headed back home.

To Alaska.

I still couldn't get over that.

I hugged and greeted more of Edward's family and coworkers, surprised by how many people showed up for our wedding.

"Edward, congratulations!" Emmett boomed out as soon as he was close enough.

Edward smiled and clapped him on the back as he leaned forward and kissed the cheek of the woman that had come with Emmett.

"Thank you for coming," he said happily, pulling me closer in to his side. "We should all go out for dinner one of these nights."

As Edward and Emmett made plans, the blonde woman beside Emmett came over and wrapped me in a hug.

"I'm so pleased to meet you, Bella," she said. "Edward has been talking nonstop about you for months. My name is Rosalie, and you've met my husband, Emmett."

We both looked over to where the men stood, and laughed as Emmett flexed his muscles for an amused looking Edward.

"Yes, we've met," I replied, not wanting to go into details about how I was now leery of her husband because of what happened to me after we met.

As people made their way through the line to congratulate us, my head began to spin with information overload. I really tried to remember his family's names since they seemed so important to him, but I'm sure I forgot quite a few. I was happy when we were done and were able to finally sit for a few minutes. Not having been to any kind of wedding before, I had no idea what to expect. What we were treated to though, was Emmett and a cousin of Edward's named Jasper, giving "best man" speeches that had me so grateful that I ended up with Edward as my husband.

"You're a lucky girl," Jasper said, raising his glass to me. "Edward is the best man I know, and I know that he will give you the world."

I wiped away a few tears that had fallen and raised my glass back at him as he saluted us.

Finally, after lunch, cake, and dancing with my new husband, Edward excused us, picked me up in his arms, and ran with me to his car, not stopping even as grains of rice fell over us. I laughed as someone called out that we were escaping as Edward deposited me in the front seat and shut the door quickly.

I watched him run around the car and jump in his own seat before peeling out of the driveway, grasping my hand in his.

"You're taking me out of the house?" I asked, unable to hold in my excitement any longer.

Edward nodded and kissed the back of my hand.

"It was a surprise," he admitted. "If you were on your best behavior, then I was going to reward you with a night at a special place of ours."

"And I earned it?" I asked, making sure that this wasn't a trick.

"You more than earned it, Mrs. Cullen," he smiled.

I smiled and turned back to the front, excited to be out with my now husband. I took in the scenery as Edward drove straight down the 101 and up into the mountains. No words were spoken as he drove, and it wasn't until we came to what looked like a secluded cottage that I finally broke the silence.

"Misty Valley Inn B and B," I read on the sign as we passed. "What's a B and B?"

Edward smiled and took my hand again. "It's where we will be having our first night as a married couple," he said.

I was so tired from the day's events, and I was ready to cuddle with my husband and go to sleep for a little while before maybe asking him if we could sightsee. I gaped in wonder as I took in the sights while Edward led us up the porch and to the door. There, he knocked and waited a minute before an older woman answered and pulled him in to a tight hug.

"Oh, Edward, you finally made it!" she said.

"I did," he laughed. "And this here is my new wife, Bella," he said, pulling me to his side and placing a kiss to the top of my head.

"She's beautiful," the woman said, grasping my hand. "I'm so pleased to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, too" I replied.

"Edward, you two are in the Dutch Room up the stairs and to the left," she said fondly, closing the door behind us.

Edward grinned, kissed her cheek, and then led us into the cottage.

It was positively beautiful and elegant, with nice furniture placed around the entryway as we came in. I didn't have a chance to really take in my surroundings, though, since Edward went straight for the stairs and up to the last door at the end of the hall.

Once we were in our room, he turned me to face him. Our smiles matched one another's as he gently cupped my face in his hand.

"I love you. Today was the best day of my life. My whole family was there, and you were such a good girl," he said right before his mouth covered mine.

We kissed slowly as our tongues pushed against one another. His fingers almost ghosted over my skin, sending chills up and down my spine. My eyes opened wide as I felt the zipper of my gown slowly move down my back. I don't know why the feeling startled me, but he had never undressed me while we were kissing before. Everything felt different. As my dress fell to the floor, his hand skimmed my bare back. His mouth left my lips, but not my body. His lips went from the corner of my mouth to my cheek then down my neck. His hands moved up my back, and I felt him unhook my bra. When he licked my collar bone, my whole body shook. I didn't understand my reaction to his touch.

"I think I just found your sweet spot," he chuckled, licking me again.

I couldn't help the half giggle/half moan that left my lips.

"Unbutton my shirt and take it off."

My eyes met his to make sure he was serious...and he was. My fingers fumbled with the buttons, and I started getting nervous when it seemed to take forever to get three buttons undone.

"We have all night," he said placing his hand over mine. "Take your time. Enjoy it."

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, and he moved his hands so I could finish what he asked of me.

Once I started again, I took his advice. I felt empowered at the feeling of taking off his clothes. Once I had his shirt unbuttoned, I placed my hands on his stomach and rubbed them up to his shoulders. I loved the feeling of his skin under my hands. I smiled as Edward threw his hand back and moaned. I knew from his reaction that I was doing something right. Once I had my hands on his shoulders I pushed his shirt down his arms.

"That was the sexiest thing a woman has ever done to me," he said as I smiled.

He put his hand on the back of my neck and his mouth was on mine again. His lips pressed harder against mine, but he still went slowly. His moans and groans were making me want to kiss him more...better. I felt like I needed so much more. He ran his fingertips down my neck and all the way to my bare breasts. As soon as his fingers reached my nipples, I flinched in surprise.

"No flinching," he whispered in my ear while still kissing me.

"I'm sorry," I said, kissing his shoulder apologetically.

"Tonight is going to be all new to you, Baby. There can be no flinching," he said, rolling my nipples between his fingers. "Just do as you're told and be a good girl." I nodded furiously, hoping that I hadn't upset him.

He lowered my back to the bed and my legs dangled off the edge. He leaned over me with his hands on each side of my head and smiled as he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. I gasped for air and my back arched right off the bed. I was sure my eyes were huge as his teeth grazed my opposite nipple. My chest was heaving, my heart was racing, and my hands hurt from gripping the comforter so tightly, but he kept going from one breast to the other. After a while, I found myself relaxing and really enjoying his touches. He kissed each of my very hardened nipples before smiling up me.

"You are so sexy. I'm so happy," he said, making me smile.

He stood up, keeping eye contact with me as his hands went to his belt. I could feel his eyes on my face, but my eyes were on his hands. Slowly, he undid his belt. He popped open the button of his pants, and my heart picked up even more as he unzipped his zipper. My chest started to heave as the pants fell off his hips. I had seen him naked before...his butt anyway, but in that moment I knew: he was going to have sex with me. I knew that's what he wanted. I remember learning about sex in school, but that was it. I trembled as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of the small pair of panties I was wearing.

I wanted to close my knees so that he couldn't remove the last barrier that was separating us, but I knew that would not end well for me. He'd seen me naked many times, but this time was different. The way his eyes watched me caused me to grow even more nervous.

"I'm scared and I don't know why. I trust you, but..." I started to say as he pulled his boxers briefs down, causing me to lose my train of thought. "Wow...are they all that big?"

"Oh, you sweet girl," he said with a chuckle. "No, they aren't, but you are never to look at or touch anyone but me."

"I only want you," I said quickly.

He moved my legs that were dangling off the bed so that my feet were flat on the mattress, my legs spread wide.

"Oh, Baby, you don't know how perfect you look like this," he said as he ran his hands down my open thighs. "This may make you flinch, but don't be overdramatic."

I nodded as I tried to hold still; I didn't want to disappoint him. He ran the back of his knuckles down the folds of my sex and he smiled when I didn't flinch.

"Good girl."

There was no way I could keep the smile off my face when he said something like that to me. He rubbed the outside of my pussy for a few seconds before he slid one finger between my folds.

"I'm sorry," I moaned as I flinched.

He rubbed my little nub, and I did my best to hold still. My breathing and heart rate were accelerating at a rapid pace.

"Am I being good?" I asked with a moan.

My body was on fire.

"So good, Baby; feel this?" he asked as he ran his finger around my opening.

"Yeah," I said with a shuddering breath.

"You're wet for me. That means you want me."

"I do!" I said enthusiastically.

He chuckled as he pushed his finger inside me, causing my back to arch off the bed. I couldn't help but flinch at the intrusion of his finger in my most private area, but I hoped he didn't catch it.

"Mmm...this is going to feel so good," he said as he pushed and pulled.

After a few minutes, he pulled back before adding another finger, stretching me out and causing me to flinch again. It wasn't painful per say, but it was definitely a new feeling.

"Sorry," I whispered as his eyes locked on mine.

"I told you it was okay this one time," he said with a smile.

"It feels...it feels...I don't know," I said, covering my face with my hands.

I was embarrassed because I didn't know what to say, and I felt like I should have said something.

"Just say what you feel," he said, biting his lip.

"Is weird the wrong thing to say?" I asked.

"No," he said with a chuckle. "I'm sure it does feel different."

He pulled his fingers out of me and he told me to move back on the bed. My heart started racing a mile a minute. This was it; this was really going to happen. He moved up on the bed in between my legs. He placed my legs over his thighs, and when he leaned into to kiss me, I could feel his hard flesh against me. It took all my will power not to move away from him. He moaned in to our kiss and I tangled my fingers in his hair.

"This is going to hurt, right?" I asked breathlessly.

"Just this one time," he said, kissing me again. "Just hang on to me and you can squeeze me as hard as you need to. I love you so much."

"I love you, too," I said as he rubbed my clit.

He lined himself up against me and I felt pressure at my opening.

"Oh my god," I said as he pushed more into me.

I grabbed his forearms as he continued to push forward even more.

"Edward!" I screamed as I felt a burning sensation like no other.

I could feel tears prickle my eyes. It felt like he didn't fit. I could feel everything as he pushed into me.

"Good girl," he chanted over and over.

Suddenly, his mouth was back on mine, swallowing my moans as his tongue pushed into my mouth. It felt cold on mine as the heat of my mouth encompassed his. As our tongues danced together, I was finally able to relax beneath him.

"This only hurts this time?" I confirmed as he wiped my tears away.

"Yeah, Baby, but for me it feels so good. You are so wet," he said kissing me. "You are so tight," he groaned as he sucked on my bottom lip. "You're doing great."

His words were making me feel better, and knowing that he was enjoying himself helped me know that I was being good.

He started to move in and out of me again, and I could feel the burning sensation start to subside. I kept closing and then reopening my eyes. I wanted them closed so I could focus on not flinching, but I wanted to watch Edward as he moved above me. He was moaning and groaning while he bit his lip. He kept telling me what a good girl I was and a smile would play on my face every time he said it. He rocked back and forth a million times; I wasn't sure he was ever going to stop. After a while, the burning stopped completely, but I felt so full. Whenever he pulled out a little I was able to breathe, but when he pushed back in, I would let out some kind of noise. With every moan or groan I made, Edward would smile widely. I loved to watch his smile. My hands kept moving up and down his arms, and when he would kiss me, I would move my hands to his neck or face.

"I'm going to cum so hard, Baby," he grunted as he started to move faster.

"Ok," I said with another shuddering breath.

He pumped into me three more times, and then he laid his head on my chest as I felt his cock twitching inside me.

"Oh, Baby; that was the best I've ever had," he said, kissing the tops of my breasts.

I hummed in contentment as I rubbed his sweaty back. I could feel his warm breath on my skin, and my eyes grew heavy as we lay on the bed together.

My eyes flew open as Edward moved, pulling himself out of me. I hissed at the feeling; it didn't hurt, but I felt different without him inside of me.

"Move up to your pillow," he said, lightly tapping my thigh.

I sat up and looked around, noticing for the first time that there were pink rose petals scattered around the bed, floor, and us. I laughed as I reached behind me and began peeling the petals from my backside.

"We ruined the petals," I laughed as I pushed the rest of them off the mattress before making my way to the left side of the bed.

I flinched as I fully sat on my bottom.

"You'll be sore for a day or so, but there is other stuff we can do," Edward said with a quick grin, removing the petals from his knees and hands.

"What does that mean?" I asked with a yawn.

"I'll show you later tonight. I need sleep," he said with a chuckle.

"Um...you didn't get my pajamas," I said as he climbed in next to me, completely naked.

I wasn't against the idea of him going without clothes - he was my husband now, after all - but it still felt strange for me to be naked.

"Babe, things are going to change now that we're married. One of those things is wearing clothes in our bed. From now on, you will always sleep naked," he said as my cheeks turned pink.

I pulled the covers back and snuggled in close to my husband. He wrapped his arms around me, and with one last kiss to my temple, I was out.

I awoke sometime later to a dark room and sweat covering my body. I looked around groggily, trying to figure out what woke me when I heard it again. A low rumbling sound…like a growl. I looked down and held a hand over my mouth to stifle my giggle.

It looked like our activities built up an appetite inside my husband.

Feeling my own stomach rumble, I looked to the clock beside the bed and saw that it was almost nine at night. We missed dinner.

"Edward," I whispered, nudging his shoulder.

"Hmmmm?" he groaned, rolling onto his side, pulling me back down to him.

I giggled and peppered light kisses to his cheeks. "We're hungry," I announced.

Edward snorted and cracked an eyelid at me. "Don't you mean you're hungry?"

At that moment, his stomach chose to make itself known again, and I burst into a fit of giggles. Taking advantage of my not paying attention, Edward tackled me, bringing us to the floor with a bump.

"Damn woman," he growled, bringing his lips to mine.

~~~~~AOMM~~~~~

The next two days passed blissfully. It was like Edward and I were in our own little bubble, and I didn't want anything to pop it. I found that it was easier to keep my behavior in check with other things to occupy my time...namely Edward. When we weren't out sightseeing around our bed and breakfast, we were in our bedroom making love, as Edward called it.

We didn't hear from anyone while we were there, and didn't see anyone other than the woman who owned the B&B. We saw her in the mornings for breakfast and that was it. It was like we truly were secluded here, and it was just what I needed after being around all those new people on the day of our wedding.

All too soon, though, it was time to go. We hugged Mrs. Thompson goodbye and then made the drive home.

"What happens now?" I asked.

Edward looked over with a grin before settling his hand between my thighs. "Now we go home for another week, and then you start school."

I swallowed against the sudden lump in my throat. School meant being around other kids my age - kids that wouldn't understand me or my marriage. From what little I could remember of my last school, kids were just plain brutal to those that were different. And being a junior and married, I knew that I was as different as they came.

They were going to eat me alive.

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