Good Morning, My Loves!

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Thirteen: Edward

June 24, 2022

Los Angeles California

"Edward," Bella tugs on my hand and I nod, looking at her. We've been trying to extract ourselves from our reception for the better part of half an hour now. I'm exhausted, and all I want to do is take my wife upstairs to our room and lose myself in her.

My wife.

Fuck, that just gets better and better every time I think it.

I turn to my Uncle Peter, who is still trying to talk to me, and cut him off. "I'm sorry. Bella and I are going to head out. But stay, have a great time," I say, reaching out to shake his hand. His eyes cut to Bella and he grins.

"Right, you kids have fun," he says, chuckling.

Bella tugs me away before I can get too embarrassed about any of it.

We have a few more goodnights from family before we are finally, finally, alone.

The moment we're in the elevator, Bella is all over me, her quick fingers tugging at my tie. I grunt, flipping her around and pressing her into the wall. My hand comes up, grabbing her throat, holding her head still as I devour her. She groans, her legs parting under the skirt of her wedding dress. I should slow down, savor her, but I'm so consumed by my love and need of her that I can't stop.

Bella tugs on my hair and I know that even if I could, she'd never let me slow down now.

The elevator doors slide open, and I let go of her, sweeping her up into my arms and making her squeak. She grabs onto my neck, grinning as I haul her out of the elevator and down the hall.

I lean her against the door to the honeymoon suite that we have for the night as I fish in my pocket for the room key. I can feel her fingers tugging the ends of my hair as she nuzzles my neck.

"Baby," I grunt, trying to focus. I've dropped her before, and I have no desire to do so now.

She giggles against my neck.

I finally manage to get the door unlocked, and I kick past it, carrying her across the threshold. Her fingers leave my hair and she gropes around for the light while I close the door behind us. She hits the switch, and the room is bathed in a soft glow. In this lighting, with her in my arms, it hits me like a freight train.

I'm fucking married to this increidble woman.

The feeling sweeps through me so hard, my knees tremble, and I have to lean back against the wall for a minute.

"You okay?"

I meet Bella's big brown eyes, and suck in a deep breath. "Yeah," I say softly. "I'm always going to be okay now that you're my wife."

Bella melts, her hands coming up around my neck, tugging my face closer to hers. Her kiss is tender and sweet in ways she almost never is, and I savor her.

I'm the luckiest bastard in the world, to get to spend the rest of my life with this woman.