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Edward Cullen

"Try a little of this, Isabella. I'm sure you will like it." I grinned and held up a small slice of kiwi fruit.

"It looks a little strange," she murmured in reply, but held her mouth open, nonetheless.

"It is, but my contacts have said that this is the next best thing to come into the country. It is full of goodness and goes so well in fruit cocktails." I laughed as her lips closed around the fruit and she pulled an adorable face.

"It's a little sharp," she finally replied when her face had finished contorting and she had swallowed.

"It is but think of it when it is mixed with sweet fruits such as strawberries and peaches. I think it will round out a dish quite nicely." I chuckled and took up her hand again.

We were currently walking around the large hothouse at the back of the palace for although we had been here a couple of days now, we had still not visited every room that the building had.

"When will we go to the beach? I know that we have to be careful on who sees us, but we do not have to hide," she said after a moments silence, and I felt terrible for hiding her away like I had been.

"How about when Mother and Father get here? It will give the snow a chance to clear, and the children will love to look at the Chain Pier to see all the fishermen bring in their hauls." I grinned, and Isabella nodded her head.

I could not believe that in just over a week would be Candlemas Day; the day I had thought would never get here, and that I would have been proposing to Isabella the following morn.

How everything had changed for us and changed for the better.

She was now my wife, and even though we had been married for over a month now, it still seemed surreal in so many ways.

"I would love to see the boy's faces when they see the live fish," she giggled in reply, but I was more excited to see Charlotte's.

"Charlotte would be better to watch, she hates all things dirty and slimy." I grinned before taking up Isabella's hand once again and leading her out of the great space toward the more private dining room for our afternoon tea.

…

"Jasper is far better at this than I am, I assure you," I said with a smile.

Our afternoon was being spent in the bedroom where there was a small pianoforte, and while Isabella rested on the bed, I sat at the small instrument and played silly tunes to make her smile and laugh.

"You are both talented with the pianoforte, but I have to say that you are better because you are my husband." She giggled, and it was enough to entice me to move from the instrument over to the bed.

"Mmm, I am glad you said that," I murmured, and let my lips lazily make a path up the outside of her thigh toward her hip.

"Will you ever get tired of me, beloved?" she mused, and I was relieved when I saw her smile.

It was not a serious question, I hoped.

"Never. How could I ever tire or bore of your company, your brilliant mind, or your beautiful body? God made you for me, and I for you." I smiled, and once my face was level with hers, I gave her a gentle kiss before settling onto the bed next to her.

"I am glad for that." She giggled again, and before I knew it, she was sitting across my lap once again.

When she first moved like this when we were back home, I had been so out of my depth about it, but once we talked and acted out what she wanted, I found that it was a very pleasurable position indeed to spend with my wife and it had fast become one of my most favorite places to have Isabella.

"I am glad of many things, but you especially," I smiled and lifted my hands up to capture her face with my fingers.

"Make love to me?" she asked, and who was I to deny her, or myself.

"Any time, my beloved." I chuckled against her lips while she fought to pull up her nightgown that she had been wearing this afternoon while relaxing.

When she growled because the fabric was caught under her knees, I made sure to help her ease her body from the fabric, and I knew I would never tire of the sight of my wife naked before me.

"I love seeing your form like this, your flesh is so soft and warm," I murmured against her lips, desperate to feel myself in her.

"I feel the same with you," she whispered in reply before angling her body to meet mine.

"Heaven help me," I whispered out a low, long hiss when her body slowly sank down onto me, filling my body with heat and lust that I could not measure.

I let my hands wander down her body slowly until they found purchase at her hips, and as my thumbs caressed her hip bones, I gently helped her rock and move against me, making sure I never lost eye contact with her.

The connection we shared, although always intense, was always stronger at times like this, like we were sharing something so magical, so consuming, there were no words for it.

"Edward, please help me," she whimpered and then gasped when I sat up fully, pulling her chest to mine and just held her there.

"There is no rush, just feel what is happening," I whispered.

And there was no rush.

…

"I cannot believe that the children will be here tomorrow. It seems as though as soon as we are around them, we go again," Isabella mused as I fed her a cream-covered strawberry from the bowl.

Although not typically in season, with the size of the hothouses here, growing anything seemed possible. Only this morning were we shown how the groundsman had been growing pineapple tops for the season to follow. Isabella had asked many questions on the cultivating of the fruit and wondered if she could make a jelly with it.

"Once we go home, we will be there for the foreseeable future. With the hunting party attending and with Alexandrina recently having baby Alice, the season will not start at least until June." I grinned and watched as Isabella relaxed a little.

I knew that she had reservations about society, but we had been talking about it and as each of her fears emerged, I quietly talked her through them.

Yes, she would be by my side, and with that came a level of responsibility, but it was also her chance to help carve and shape our future generations. With the times changing and the industrial path our country was on, now more than ever, things could be changed to help in all ways of our life.

"How will the children be, with all those strangers in the house? I will not settle for them to be cooped up all day and kept out of sight, Edward, that is their home," Isabella all but growled, and I adored this side to her.

She could be very headstrong, or soft and gentle, but when her mothering side came out, it was simply glorious.

"You are right, and I will not have them kept in the nursery, but that does lead me on to another issue that I would like to talk to you about. Obviously, we have a tutor coming in for the children, but with the family busy on the farm, I thought that it might be a good idea to hire a governess," I hedged.

"Not while I'm still breathing, we won't. I cannot abide having children being looked after by a stranger while the mother is off doing her own thing. If she has a child or children, it is her who should care for them," she hissed in reply and moved from the bed swiftly.

"It was just a suggestion, Isabella," I said carefully, but the anger in her eyes didn't abate.

"And you will do well to keep it as a suggestion only, Edward Cullen."

Isabella is such an angry little kitten, but with good reason. She's not like the upper classes. She won't tolerate a governess around the kids.