A/N: I don't own this, we all know who does. If I did, Rpattz would be telling me I'm pretty and that he never wants to leave. He's a little clingy, he's nervous that this whole thing is about over. Gotta say...I'll miss that man... :(
This is unbeta'd, so any and all mistakes belong to me. I own it, okay? I suck sometimes. Well...yeah. :D
This is for my wifey, Mrs. Robward. She's the Wilma to my Betty. She's the Lucy to my Ethel. She's the Thelma to my Louise. No wait, I wanna be Thelma 'cause she TOTALLY gets to bang Brad Pitt in that movie. Either way, she's my one, my only, my truth. I luvs her... :)
Thanks to Luxure & EdwardsBloodType for prereading this. "Now I've had the time of my life, no I never felt like this before, and I swear, it's the truth, and I owe it all to you..." Love you girls. So, so much... :) And mnp968...you're pretty wonderful too. :)
**disclaimer **
This story is a bit taboo. This part is sweet. I cried. Shocker...I know. :D
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… Chapter Sixty - Always … Edward …
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The day I never thought would come, the day I'd dreamed of. It's finally here. My fingers never shook as much as they did when I buttoned my shirt. My stomach never rolled as much as it did when my mother pinned the little flower on my suit lapel. My smile never felt so huge as it did when I saw you at the end of the aisle, Alex at your side and already taller than you.
And in that moment, every nervous feeling I had melted away. You were it for me. Are it for me. There will never be another that I want more, love more. You've always been my one.
Our vows are simple, easy. Just like us. The church is big, but our group is small. Small enough to fit in the frame of a picture, but almost everyone we love most.
I've never been so happy, signing my name next to yours on the marriage certificate. Of all the amazing moments in my life, this will always be right at the top of my list. Along with Claire's birth, and finding you again, making love to you for the first time, and for the second first time.
You cry when you see your parents there, sitting in the pews of the chapel. Your mother is excited, happy. Your father doesn't say much, but he hugs you. He shakes my hand. He almost smiles when he meets Claire, and then Becca, Kim, and Alex. Your mother weeps, laughing through her tears.
There's a dinner we planned, for everyone at a restaurant down the street. Mrs. Cope is there, with a date. Claire laughs when she introduces him as her boyfriend, Liam. You smile at her, giving her a knowing grin and happy. Happy that she's not alone anymore. Happy that love can find someone even when they're in their later years. Happy that your family is growing larger and bigger, when not so long ago it was just you and our daughter. Alone.
You watch your children, and I can see it in your eyes. You miss Leah and Seth. I know you sent a letter to Leah, telling her about the wedding. Inviting her, but letting her know that you understood if she couldn't come. We've talked to our therapist about it. I know it hurts you still, so much. It always will. But you hold my hand, kiss me, assure me that you're happy. That you love me.
And I know you do.
My parents stay with Claire for the night, giving us time alone. They'll be at our new house. So will your other children. We just moved in. You've already asked you mother to help with the flower beds you'd like to plant.
She's excited.
And your dad's excited about teaching Claire to fish. I think it might be fun, maybe I'll go, too.
The hotel is nice, nicer than we've been to before. I wanted that, for this to be special. The baby's kicking so much now, I want you to be able to relax, take it easy.
Your doctor worries about your age, that you've had so many children, but you never had a problem until Claire. You say you'll be fine.
I can see in your eyes that you fear otherwise.
Laying on the bed, I wait for you. You're changing your clothes, freshening up for me. As if I care. As if any clothes you put on are going to stay on. I want you bare for me, naked and in nothing except the ring I put on your finger.
When you walk around the corner, my eyes nearly bulge from my head. The green thing you're wearing is skimpy, see through in certain spots. Your tits look huge, all pushed up and creamy white over the emerald smooth fabric they're wrapped in.
Your dark hair swirls around your shoulders and I'm mesmerized. Captivated.
Just like always.
There's music playing, soft and quiet. I stand up, go to you, pull you into my arms and begin to sway. We dance at home sometimes. It makes Claire laugh to see us, but we love it. I love it. Holding you against me, it calms me, centers me. I need it. And I know you love it, too. Though our son is making it harder for me to get close enough to you.
We know he's a boy. We're naming him Garrett, we both like it. The middle name is undecided, but we have a few more months to worry about it, figure it out.
My lips find yours, wet and soft and warm. As I kiss you, one hand bunching up the fabric on your back, one gently gliding over your neck, your jaw, your cheek, into your hair, I'm overwhelmed with love for you.
"Thank you," I whisper, in between hungry, loving, desperate, tender kisses.
You smile. "For what?"
"For loving me. For wanting me. For being Mrs. Cullen."
You half laugh, half sob as your eyes fill with tears.
"Always," you mouth, your voice so soft I can't hear it.
I kiss you again, pulling you to the bed, where I intend to show you just how much I love you. Adore you. With your clothes on the floor, I cover you with kisses, every inch of your body. You bend and twist, moan and sigh with every touch. You voice calling my name like a prayer, over and over again.
As I sink into you, connecting us, making us one, I stop. My eyes on yours. Drinking in the moment, the perfection of us. I tell you I love you. I always will.
You're my Bella. The one I've always wanted. Always dreamed of. The one person I'll always come home to, always wait for. The one I'll wake up to each morning, and go to sleep with each night. For the rest of my life, and hopefully even after. Eternity isn't long enough for all the things I want to do with you, the time I want to spend with you.
But one thing I can promise you is this. For as long as I'm breathing, as my heart beats, as my spirit exists, I'll love you.
I'll want you.
I'll worship you.
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A/N: Pass the tissues. My freakin' kids used all mine up! Dang them...
Outtakes. There will be outtakes. I'm thinking 7 will be directed at specific people, whatever they want, because I love them. So if your name starts with Mrs. Robward, Luxure, EdwardsBloodType, mnp968, KennedyNicoleCullen, ssherrill115, or kitkat681...be thinking. Anything you want. :) And other than that, I think I'll do like 6 more? So if you got something you want to see, let me know! Write it in a review, leave it at the FB group, email it to me, twitter me, whatever! I'm making a list and we'll see what we come up with. :) Please don't make me say goodbye to these characters just yet. I'm not ready... :(
Only the epi to go. I'm so gonna sob this afternoon. Good thing I have to make a pie for hubs. That'll distract me a little bit. :D
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