The first few days, when we returned home as a married couple, Edward and I hardly came out of the bedroom. He showed me the pleasure that could be had between a married man and woman. I didn't know how I was going to ever be apart from him again. When I moved a certain way, and could feel the soreness in my girly areas, it gave me butterflies in my stomach. Especially, knowing that only Edward could do that to me. I had been really spoiled though with all the time I had gotten to spend with him lately. He had been taking a lot of time off work, and I knew that soon we were going to have to get back in to the real world of work and school.

Instead of having me cook for him, we had been ordering in. Either that, or Esme would leave picnic baskets of food on the porch for us. She would simply text Edward before she came, and would drop it off without us even knowing she was there.

On the third night back, we managed to venture downstairs to watch a movie. I didn't realize how much I had slacked around our home until Edward tripped over a pizza box. I stood in horror as I watched him step on the empty cardboard box, before falling toward the coffee table in the middle of the living room, stubbing his big toe. I rushed to his side to help him, all the while willing myself not to laugh as he hopped up and down on one foot, bit off curses flying from his mouth.

"From now on, we're ordering food that comes in a fucking bag," Edward growled.

Unable to hold off any longer, I burst in to a fit of giggles as he mockingly glared at me.

"Think my pain is funny?" he asked, stalking towards me.

I moved back slowly, shaking my head and trying to force my lips down in to a frown.

As soon as the back of my legs hit the couch, Edward pounced, causing me to scream in delight. His body collided with mine gently as he wrapped his arms around me while we both tumbled onto the cushions. Without another thought, my shirt was flying off, landing somewhere behind the couch as Edward showed me that not all the fun was limited to our bedroom.

~~~~~AOMM~~~~~

"There's no way we can continue to live like this," Edward said, kicking away yet another pizza box.

This one, though, had somehow made its way to our bedroom floor.

I giggled and pushed off the covers, making my way to the door, but being careful not to get trapped in the pizza box's clutches. It was time for my morning shower, but Edward was right: the house needed to be cleaned, badly. It had been neglected all week since I was otherwise...preoccupied.

"Shower, and then I need you to clean while I catch up with work from the office," Edward said, pulling me to the bathroom.

Once I was showered and dressed, I made my way downstairs to see where Edward wanted me to start. The entire house needed a good scrubbing, but I wasn't sure that I could do it all in one day. I found Edward in his office, flipping through a stack of paperwork.

"Edward?" I called out softly from the door.

He looked up and smiled, gesturing for me to come to him. Once I was beside his chair he pulled me onto his lap and kissed me soundly on the lips.

"Eat this, and then I want you to start upstairs," he said, handing me a pop-tart. "Do you want me to have Esme come over and help you?"

I nibbled on the edge of the strawberry pastry and shook my head. This was Edward's house, and I was Edward's wife, which meant that his house was my responsibility, dammit! I didn't need another woman doing my job.

"I can do it," I said firmly.

"Watch your tongue," he warned me, pinching the inside of my thigh. "I was just offering."

I bowed my head and nodded.

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine. Just get started."

Quickly finishing off my breakfast, I immediately went upstairs to get started, ideas of what to have for dinner floating around in my head.

~~~~~AOMM~~~~~

My anxiety grew each day as school approached. I was learning that being a wife was going to be harder than I thought. I had the whole house to worry about and satisfying my husband in the bedroom; and when I to added school to that? I was sure that I was going to get myself in trouble sooner or later.

As I went to Edward one morning after my shower, he showed me just how much things were going to change.

"Where would you like me to start?" I asked him, kissing his cheek.

To my surprise he just shrugged, his eyes not leaving his computer screen.

"Wherever you feel like needs the most work," he replied distractedly.

I opened my mouth to argue, but quickly snapped it shut. What did he mean by that?

"You always tell me where you want me to begin," I reminded him.

"That was back when you needed step-by-step instructions," he said, standing me up on my feet. "The house is your responsibility now, and I trust you to make sure that everything that needs to be done gets done in a timely order. Now get started," he said, slapping me on the bottom to emphasize his point.

I furrowed my brows and rubbed out the sting as I made my way out of the room. It looked like I was going to need to get myself on a cleaning schedule.

The next few days, Edward returned to work, which meant that I was alone. Knowing what was expected of me, I just from went room to room and did whatever I thought needed cleaning for the day. Esme came over occasionally, and I was able to talk with her about some of the negative feelings I was having about starting school on the following Monday.

"You don't need to make friends, but I'm sure you will have kids that you'll talk to," she said. "No one needs to know what happens in your home. Anything that goes on between a husband and a wife is a private matter."

I understood what she was saying. I knew that having friends wasn't an option, but I was okay with that. All I needed was Edward. I didn't think I ever really had friends before...I couldn't remember, though. That night after Esme left, Edward brought us up to the bedroom for our talk before bed. Talking about our days and menial things had become a sort of new routine with us that I loved. I lifted my arms as Edward stripped me of my clothes and then returned the favor for him, our lips locked passionately.

We tumbled in to bed, lying on our sides and facing one another. I hummed in content as he pushed a strand of hair behind my ear, looking at me like he couldn't believe I was in front of him.

"Your day will be starting earlier starting tomorrow," he said. "We will be up by five and in the shower. Then we'll have breakfast together. You will clean until seven-thirty, and then Mom will be bringing you to and from school..." he said, trailing off. "Do you have something to say?" I guess my face said it all.

"That's not fair to Mom," I said.

"It doesn't matter if it's fair or not; this is how it is going to work," he said as I bit my lip.

"I'm not questioning you, but I don't mind walking," I said as he laughed.

"As I was saying, Mom will pick you up after school," he said again, giving me a pointed look. "You can use your lunch time to do what homework you have from your morning classes. You are never to speak to boys. If I find out, the closet will be your only friend, and I don't care how loud you scream. Don't ask to do anything extra, either; the answer will be no," he said as I nodded my head.

"I understand," I told him as I looked at my hands. "What would you like me to do after school?"

"You need to do your homework while you cook dinner. What cleaning you need to do, needs to be done before I get home from work. Dinner will be on the table by six. After we eat, we will spend the rest of the night together if you have behaved throughout the day," he said as I nodded my head.

"What if I need more time to get everything done?" I asked as he groaned.

"We will work it out," he said, pulling me on top of him.

I giggled as his arms wrapped around me, only to be silenced as his lips found mine, his erection pressing in to my bottom. One great thing about Edward was that he seemed to always be hard. As we kissed and his hands wandered, I thought about the first time after the wedding where he showed me that there was more than sex.

We were still at home relaxing in bed, and I was feeling so tired after a day of doing nothing. I felt spoiled with spending so much time with Edward, but I liked the relaxing atmosphere. I was lounging on the bed wearing a skimpy nighty, while Edward brought up dinner. Edward said I would be wearing them often. He seemed to really like seeing me in them, so I didn't think twice about putting them on. We hadn't been together since the first night, but he had said there were other things we could do since I was sore. He never elaborated until after dinner that night. He had fed me, and we shared kisses in between bites. I loved being with him when he was so happy. After the last bite of food was eaten, he untied the silk strings that were holding my nighty closed.

"I want to show you how to please me with your mouth," he said as I looked to him in confusion.

"You don't like my kisses?" I asked, thinking that was what he was talking about.

"I love you so much," he said with a laugh.

Before I knew it, we were naked and I was on top of him. He brought my hand down to his very hard cock, and I wrapped my fingers around him, causing him to groan.

"Good girl. You make me feel so good."

I moved my hand up and down on him and he seemed to really like it.

"I want you to suck on me," he grunted.

I stared at his face, seeing that he was being completely serious.

"You want me to put it in my mouth?" I asked as he sucked one of my nipples in to his mouth.

"Yes. It's one of things we can do when you can't have sex," he said as I bit my lip.

He maneuvered himself so he was lying down and I was on my knees beside him.

"What if I do it wrong?" I asked as my heart stared to race.

"As long as you don't bite me, you'll do fine," he said as he put his hand on the back of my neck to guide me forward.

I let him push my neck until my mouth was at the head of his cock. I licked my lips out of nervousness, and my tongue swiped the tip of him. I flinched back when his erection twitched against my lips.

"I didn't mean to flinch. Why did it move?" I asked.

Every time I talked, my lips brushed against him.

"Because my cock wants to be in your mouth," he said with a crooked grin.

I took a deep breath and opened my mouth. Edward took that moment to push himself into my mouth to the hilt, causing me to choke. He did this a few times, and I felt something salty on my tongue. I swallowed the taste and he groaned as he watched me. I was curious, so I ran my tongue along the back of his manhood. Edward moaned loudly and I smiled around him as I took him in my mouth once more. I closed my lips around him and lightly sucked. Every time my tongue swirled his cock, he would thrust into my mouth as far as he could go.

"Keep sucking and swirling your tongue. I'll move in and out of your mouth," he said with a groan.

As he pushed in and out of my mouth, my saliva was running out of the corners of my lips. I tried to wipe it away, but he told me no. He took my hand that was resting on his thigh and placed it at the base of his long cock.

"Stroke what you can't fit into your mouth," he said, sounding breathless.

I did as I was told and he started to move faster.

"Swallow...swallow," he grunted as my mouth started to fill.

My eyes grew large as I looked up to him. He seemed to be happy with me, so I swallowed everything that was in my mouth. I could see the sweat beads on his forehead, and when my mouth was empty, his body slumped onto the bed fully.

"Are you okay?" I asked, licking my puffy lips.

"You're such a good girl," he said as I smiled brightly.

He took my hand in his and pulled me to his lap. He had me straddle his lap as he kissed me passionately. His hands rubbed up and down my naked body, and I was responding to his every touch. I could feel him growing hard again, and I moved against his semi-erect cock, moaning in to our kiss as Edward clung to my hair. It seemed that whatever Edward did, made me want him more. He broke our kiss with a heavy breath, and his hands went to my hips. He stared in to my eyes as he lifted me slightly. I looked down between us, and saw that he was lining me up with him.

"Are you still sore?" he asked, biting his lip.

I shook my head no.

"Is it okay if we go slow, though?" I asked as the head of his cock entered me.

"Yes," he said with a long moan.

I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the burn, but it never came. There was the feeling of uncomfortableness, but it didn't hurt. A smile spread across my face as I felt the pleasure that came from him being inside of me.

"I love you," I moaned as I buried my face in his neck.

He moaned loudly as I licked and nibbled at there. I didn't know where my boldness was coming from, but I just needed more of him. I kissed and nipped his neck and jaw as I moved myself up and down on my husband.

"Good girl. You are being such a good girl," he said as he pulled my body back so he could get to my breasts.

"Am I doing it right?" I asked with loud sound. "Does it feel good?"

"Yes, Baby. You are going to make me fill your pussy. Keep riding me until I tell you to stop," he said, squeezing my ass with his hands.

I moved faster and faster, and he met me thrust for thrust. I did as I was told, and bounced on him until he stopped me. He kissed me soundly before I fell asleep on his chest.

As Edward roared out his climax, I followed him, swiftly being brought out of my thoughts.

"Wow, Baby, that was great," Edward said as I moved off his lap.

We were both sweaty and satisfied.

"Where did that come from?" he asked breathlessly.

"I don't know," I said with a giggle. "I like being on top."

"I like you on top, too," he said, nipping at my lips as we cuddled together. "Get some sleep. Tomorrow we are going to the school for a tour and to do some final paperwork."

"Okay," I said with a yawn.

~~~~~AOMM~~~~~

The next morning, we were up and showered before six-thirty. I could hardly keep my eyes open in the shower, and on numerous occasions, Edward had to switch the water on cold to wake me up. Needless to say, as I was getting dressed, I was a shivering, annoyed mess. When I came to the bed, I was surprised to see jeans and a long sleeved shirt waiting for me. Normally, Edward liked me to wear dresses, so I wasn't sure why he changed the style. As we drove to the school, Edward gave me fair warning to behave. I knew he was nervous about school just as much as I was, though he was much better at not showing it. I wasn't going to let him down; it was my mission. I loved making him happy, and being a good girl and doing what I needed to do, was going to make him happy. As we got out of the car, I held Edward's hand tightly in mine. Soon, we were buzzed into the school and we headed straight to the office. Walking in, I immediately saw a woman behind a long counter. She looked to be in her thirties with short, choppy blonde hair. Our eyes met, and her mouth popped open. I furrowed my brows as she came together and smiled at Edward, not taking her eyes off of him.

"We have a meeting with Gerard Banner," Edward said aloud, since it looked the woman was just going to stand there and stare instead of actually trying to help us.

Her eyes met mine once more as a voice rang out from behind us. "Edward, how are you?" a man's voice asked as I was pulled out of my staring contest with the woman.

"I'm well, Mr. Banner," Edward said, shaking the man's hand.

"So, I heard you were taking care of your sister; is this her?" he asked as I gasped.

His sister? That kind of pissed me off, and I couldn't keep the look of hurt off my face. I looked back to the woman behind the desk who was still staring.

"No," Edward said, clearing his throat. "This is my wife."

"Oh, my mistake. You know how everyone talks in this small town. I thought I heard she was your sister. I'm very sorry I assumed," he said as he had us follow him to his office.

"I'm sure there has been a lot of talk, but I do hope your staff will protect our privacy," Edward said as we were seated.

"Of course. There should be no problem regarding such a matter," he said as he looked over the paperwork in front of him. "Everything seems to be in order here. I just need to make a copy of the marriage certificate."

Edward produced the piece of paper showing that we were married, and Mr. Banner looked over it for longer than I thought was necessary. He stood and made a copy of it for the file, handing Edward back the original copy.

"Here is your class schedule, Isabella," he said, holding it out to me.

I reach out my hand, only to have Edward's hand grasp my fingers as he took the paper first. Edward scanned the paper as both Mr. Banner and I waited for him to make his final verdict. I folded my hands in my lap while Edward hummed and hawed over the piece of paper.

"Is there a way for her to have a study hall at the end of the day instead of first thing in the morning?" Edward asked.

"I can check," Mr. Banner said as he clicked away on his computer. "I'm sorry; all of our classes are already full."

"That's fine. It all will work out," Edward said as he held on to my schedule.

I didn't miss the look that Mr. Banner gave Edward. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he held his tongue.

"Okay, If you will follow me, I'll show you around our school, Isabella," he said as I stood.

Edward took my hand and we headed out to the main hallway.

Mr. Banner showed us where all my classes would be, and I was confident that I could find them easily enough on the first day of school. He also showed us where I could sign up for after-school activities. I just nodded in understanding but said nothing. After-school activities would not be happening for me. Even if Edward did allow it, I wasn't sure I was comfortable with being away from home more than what was strictly necessary.

"Here at Forks High, we have over ninety percent of the student body in some sort of extracurricular activity," Mr. Banner informed us as we walked the halls of the high school.

Edward and I both nodded but didn't reply. Could that possibly be because there was nothing else to do in this small town? I wondered.

I didn't care what everyone else did. I was only at school to learn and get my education before moving on with my life as a wife. I didn't ask any questions as we walked around the school. I had a feeling school was school, and I was pretty sure they were all the same.

"Do you have any questions for me?" Mr. Banner asked, looking right at me.

"No, Sir," I said politely.

"Okay then. My door is always open. If you have any problems with any of the teachers or students, you can come to me," Mr. Banner said as I nodded my head.

"Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to show my wife around. She's very nervous about starting school," Edward said, shaking his hand.

"Not a problem. I hope you enjoy being a student here," he replied.

When we walked out to the car, Edward seemed to be on edge. Once I buckled my seat belt, Edward took off out of the parking lot. All the way home, he talked about how the life of a husband and wife is a private matter. I wasn't sure what his fear was; our life was no one's business. That's what he, Esme, and Carlisle had driven in to my head, at least. I mentally shrugged my shoulders and hummed in agreement. Maybe he just needed to reiterate that fact.

That night, Edward sat on the couch, pulling me down on his lap after dinner. I curled in to him and rested the palm of my left hand on his chest, feeling it move up and down with his breaths.

"Why do we keep our private life, private?" Edward asked, his lips brushing against my temple.

"Because it's private," I said, a little confused. "Our marital life is between us as husband and wife. What we do behind closed doors is for us only," I elaborated.

Edward hummed, his kisses raining down my jaw line. "Do my mother and father need to know about our married life?" he asked.

I shivered in his arms as his kisses became wet as he added his tongue. "N-no," I stuttered.

"That's right, sweet girl," he whispered. "Our life is just that. Ours. If you feel like people are trying to pry for information, you stand your ground and let me know as soon as possible. I'll take care of the rest," he promised.

"I will," I promised as he pulled his lips away.

I wasn't really planning on talking to anyone anyway, so I knew that I would more than likely be ignoring the questions instead of standing my ground. I really didn't see what the big deal about us was. We loved each other, and we both wanted to get married. It was as simple as that.

Once Edward was convinced I understood fully of what he expected of me, he brought us in to the bedroom and stripped me of my clothes. I saw him sigh slightly as he left my panties on, placing a small kiss to my stomach just underneath my belly button. Earlier that morning, both Edward and I woke up to a horrible surprise, and it seemed Edward was still a little bummed about it.

"Holy shit, Bella! Get up!" Edward yelled loudly, causing me to sit up straight in surprise.

Not fully awake, I looked over to Edward to see his jaw clenched and his eyes filled with sadness. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and immediately gasped in pain. I clutched at my stomach as a wave of nausea rolled through me. My eyes widened as I looked down, knowing what to expect.

"Oh my god," I breathed, looking at myself and the sheets, both of which were covered in red.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked back to Edward. "I'm sorry," I cried, "I didn't realize it was that time. I swear it."

Edward seemed to snap himself out of whatever daze he was in as he scooped me up in to his arms.

"It's not your fault," he whispered, bringing us both to the bathroom. "It's a completely natural thing, and I knew you were due for your period soon. I had just hoped…" he trailed off.

I blinked in confusion, but he didn't elaborate as he brought us both in to the warm shower. I scrubbed myself thoroughly with the loofa while Edward did the same for himself, both of us lost in our own thoughts.

"I had hoped that you would become pregnant right away," Edward said, finally looking to me as he rinsed off. "But it wasn't meant to be this month."

"I'm sorry," I whispered, tears falling down my face, mixing in with the shower water.

Edward lifted my chin so that I could see him before placing a loving kiss to my lips. "It's not your fault," he reiterated. "It will happen in time. In the meantime, you'll be wearing panties to bed."

I giggled as Edward pulled me on top of him on the bed, and immediately took my place between his knees. His rock hard cock was standing straight up under my nose. Since I was out of commission, this was the next best thing that he said I could do for him and I happily agreed. After he came and he was all cleaned up, he seemed a little happier. I hated to disappoint him. I crawled to my spot in our bed, feeling strange. It didn't feel normal wearing panties to bed. I had been sleeping naked since our wedding night, and having to wear even a pair of panties felt different.

Unfortunately, sleep did not find me easily that night. I was nervous to start school the next morning, and kept picturing horrible scenarios in my head. As I tossed and turned, Edward always had some part of his body on mine. Whether it was his arm, leg, or head, he always had something on me, which brought me comfort. Even in his sleep he was drawn to me. I knew it took hours for me to finally fall asleep, and I did not want to get up when Edward shook me the next morning. I couldn't even open my eyes. I just needed a little bit more rest.

"Let's go. It's time to get up," he said as I rolled to my side to get up. Once I was on my side, though, I got comfortable again. "I'm not saying it again!" he said harshly.

"Morning," I mumbled in to my pillow. I was trying to show him I was awake, but that still wasn't enough.

He roughly pulled the blanket back, and the cold air rushed my warm body.

"Now!" Edward yelled, making me flinch.

I slowly sat up and put my legs over the side of the bed.

"I'm so tired," I said with a yawn.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Edward go to the end of the bed and sit on the chest. Immediately, I felt my eyes widen as the tiredness seemed to vanish from my body. He only ever sat on the chest when he was about to give me a punishment.

"Let's go; you don't have all day," Edward said as tears filled my eyes.

I stood up and slowly walked towards him, my hands wringing together.

"I'm sorry," I said as I started to cry.

"When I say get up, you get up. Do you understand?" Edward asked as I lay myself across his lap.

"I understand," I said with a cringe as he started spanking me.

It was too early to be spanked, and I knew I wasn't going to disobey him first thing in the morning again.

After my punishment was over, we started our morning. While Edward made breakfast, I cleaned the living room and dining room. I knew this new routine was going to be hard to get used to. Just as I was putting the vacuum away, breakfast was done. We ate together as he gave me one more lecture.

"You know what is expected of you. You've already gotten yourself in trouble as it is, so please don't make me spank you again today," he said as he fed me some toast. "This cell phone is for you. You are to keep it on you at all times. The only time you are to use it is at lunch to check in with me. My number and Mom and Dad's number are the only numbers allowed on this phone. I have already texted you, so you only have to hit reply," he said, handing me a black phone. "When do you check in with me?"

"Lunch time," I said as he nodded.

"You are at school to learn, not to have a social life," he said with a pointed look.

I nodded in understanding, agreeing completely with him.

"I'm counting on you to behave."

"I'll be good, I promise," I said as I leaned in to kiss him.

"I have to get to work," he said, standing up and fixing his uniform.

I smiled at him and stood by his side, handing him his belt. He smiled in thanks and wrapped it around his waist as I stared. I could look at him all day. He was so handsome, and he was all mine. I also loved the way his arms looked...I couldn't explain it. He was too delicious for words.

"Here is some lunch money," he said, handing me a five dollar bill.

"Thank you. I hope you have a good day," I said as I walked him to the door.

"My mood will depend on your behavior today," he warned, placing his hand on the back of my neck.

"I'll be good," I said, reassuring him. "I love you."

"I love you, too. See you when I get home." With one more kiss, he was out the door and I was on my own for forty-five more minutes.

Within that time, I was able to get everything done. I knew I would double check after school, but I was confident that I had done well. Exhausted, I sat on the couch and lay my head back. I was so tired. I closed my eyes for what felt like a minute before Esme was waking me up. I flinched awake, knowing I had slept for a little while.

"Sorry, I didn't know I fell asleep," I said, rubbing my eyes.

"Rough night?" she asked as she looked around.

"I was too worried about today to sleep, and then I got myself in trouble first thing this morning," I said as she shook her head sadly at me.

"Do you have everything you need? Are you ready, or do you need help?" she asked as I stood.

"I'm ready," I said, grabbing my backpack.

"You're going to love it. You have nothing to worry about," she said as we headed to her car.

I looked at her disbelievingly. I highly doubted that.

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