Morning! I decided to take a break away from the computer yesterday. I ended up watching Harry Potter instead lol.

Isabella Cullen

I was the future Lady Cullen, cousin to the Queen, and wife of Edward Cullen.

How did this all happen?

One minute I was Isabella Swan, farm girl and caregiver to my young brother, fearful of how hard life would be and now I was sitting in a shared bedroom with my husband and watching him while he slept!

As much as I tried, I found it incredibly hard to wrap my head around the notion of it all.

It was not so long ago that I was milking cows and tending to my family home with my young brother, and now I sat in a room that was covered in gilded furniture and beautiful paintings.

And it was our wedding day.

Our wedding day — albeit somewhat different to what was normally the done thing — was perfect in every way to me, and I would not have changed it for all the tea in India!

After our small service, Esme and Carlisle went to the kitchen to hurry along the large luncheon meal that Esme had planned, and Jasper and Alice sat with Edward, myself, and the Vicar and Alice's father.

They had expressed an interest at being married in town, but Alice knew that she had too many friends and family back home to see it through.

Edward had even offered at one point, for people to stay in his house here for the ceremony so they were going to ponder on it for a little while. As much as they were eager to be married, they also knew that it would only happen once, so they refused to be rushed until they had spoken about it together at length.

Even from my chair I could see how much they loved each other, and I was happy that my friend had found such a man as Jasper. I was sure that he would cherish her in the way she needed and deserved.

They were happy to live in the village that Alice did, so I knew that they would always be close to us and we would be able to see each other as often as we liked.

Jasper and Edward were happy to talk property and included Alice's father in their talk, but Alice and I talked about the children. I missed them so much and even though I knew that Charlotte and Henry were not mine, I thought and felt as though they were, and I could not wait to go home to see them and Charles.

Our meal was served quickly, and although I was sure that I would not be able to eat all that was put on my plate, the company and talking took my mind off the food.

"How do you feel?" I asked Edward when the talk died down. I was so worried that he would tire soon, and his improvements would be set back with his health. His smile was radiating into the room, but his eyes looked ever so tired.

"I am well and so happy, my love." He replied, but I knew better.

He was happy, that much I knew, but he was not well. It had been almost forgotten that he had been so ill and, in his bed, and I knew that it would not be long before he was back there — but not just yet.

No, it was time to celebrate with his — our — family.

I was still a little unsure of them despite everything they had done for Charles and myself, but I loved them, nonetheless. Thinking about it, it was not really them that made me feel like this, but their situation in life. Could I really stand up next to Edward and be the wife that he deserved?

I hoped that I could, because I knew that I loved him and that I could not live without him now.

"Edward, Isabella. Carlisle has booked us into a hotel for the night so that you can rest yourselves. I know from what Isabella has told us that you will not be able to travel until you are rested and healed, so make the most of it because I have already dispatched a letter to the children." Esme explained with a smile at both of us when the meal was over and done with.
I must have blushed a thousand different shades of red when Esme smirked at me and stood from the table.

Would that be expected of me when Edward was so ill?

"Isabella, as everyone is leaving, would you like to come to our room and maybe read for a little while as I rest? I would hate to be so far from you so soon after being wed," Edward whispered, and I found myself nodding my head.

Reading I could do.

And reading I did.

Out loud.

Edward had claimed that he loved to hear my voice, so I took a book from his study once we had said our goodbyes to everyone and then settled into what was now our room.

From the look of how it was set up now, Esme had wasted no time in moving my belongings out of the guest room that I was staying in, and into the now shared room.

To say I was beyond nervous was an understatement.

"Isabella, stop chewing your lip off. It is just me, Edward. The silly man who milked a cow," he chuckled softly as I stared at the large bed.

No longer did it house an ill Edward, burning up with fever and suffering.

Now it meant something so much more, and I could not find the words to describe how it made me feel.

I was scared, yes. Nervous, most definitely. But most of all, I felt loved by him and it was enough to calm some of my fears.

"I feel so out of sorts. I do not know what to make off all of this. I came to town to get you well, and now I am your wife," I murmured before looking at him.

He was still a little spotty, but nothing that would stop me loving him because I did not care for looks. He cared for me, made me feel safe, and loved me, I hoped, as much as I loved him.

"I was thinking this morning and maybe . . . well, I was thinking that it might be a good idea for us to wait until we are home before we find ourselves in an intimate position? I still feel somewhat uncomfortable with how I look at present, and I want to have my strength back – to care for you as a husband should," he whispered, his tone full of embarrassment along with a blush.

I sighed deeply in relief.

"I think that would be a good idea." I smiled and led him over to the bed.

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Edward Cullen

Isabella was my wife.

I could not believe that she had said yes, and we had exchanged our vows.

Could a man die from happiness?

I think I could have when we kissed in front of our loved ones and we were proclaimed husband and wife.

Not only that, but I was gaining another child into my life, and as much as I knew that Charles would not be my son but a brother-in-law, he was still too young to care for himself and needed a father figure around him.

I could not hold in the smile as we sat on the edge of the bed and we agreed to write a letter to the children ourselves before I rested, and she read to me.

I loved to hear her voice, even when she was a cross little kitten, and her claws came out in her words.

Though we knew that Mother had written to the children, we still explained that I had been ill and how we were wed this morning, and I made sure to give more details of Isabella's dress to Charlotte, knowing full well that she would demand them if we did not.

"Isabella, would you feel uncomfortable if I undressed? As much as I like to be dressed, the cloth is making my skin itch," I said carefully and watched her closely for her reaction.

I knew that she was terribly nervous about our intimacy, and I hated it. I hated to know that she was uncomfortable, so if she did not want me to undress, I would not. I refused to lose sight of the knowledge that while I had done this before, she had not.

"It is fine. I was hoping to rid myself of this dress, but I do not know how to do it myself and I do not know where your mother has put my belongings," she answered timidly.

"I could give you one of my winter nightshirts if you like, and I could, I mean I could help, with your dress, I mean, if you would like," I stammered, the nervousness of possibly seeing her with little on taking over my thoughts.

"Would you mind? Would it not make you uncomfortable?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I would prefer to know that you were comfortable above my own feelings, Isabella," I said as I stood up and held out my hand to her.

Not a moment later, and I was stripping down to my underclothes and handing them to Isabella to put down for me. I then went into my large wardrobe to procure a shirt for Isabella to wear.

Once I had taken my largest – and longest – shirt out for her, I turned and smiled at her hoping to calm her nerves.

She gave me a small smile in reply, and then turned her back towards me showing the laces on the back of her gown.

With nervous, trembling fingers I reached out and took the small lace cord into my fingers and tugged on it gently.

I was in my own personal hell.

Isabella is so nervous and I don't think Edward is much better. Today I will be researching materials to use to make some new products. It should be interesting lol.