I don't own Twilight, and vacation is officially over :(

Short A/N: I realized that in my last chapter I spelt 'wear' as 'where' and I am truly sorry. In my defense it was, like, three o'clock in the morning. d:

Bella POV

The second I woke up that morning I knew something was wrong.

I stayed still; eyes closed trying to comprehend what my brain was trying to connect together.

My head was rested against something. Not a pillow. Definitely not a pillow. It was hard, yet oddly comfortable.

And it was moving.

I pried my eyes open, slightly frightened by what I may be met with.

My eyes darted along the white piece of clothing my head was laying upon.

A shirt. Edward's shirt. Edward's chest!

I tried to sit up, startled by my new revelation but was even more surprised when an arm tightened around my waist, holding me there.

I panicked, trying to cease my erratic breathing, hoping not to wake him.

Hesitantly I stretched my neck up so I could see how asleep Edward was. See if there was a way of getting out of this predicament without waking him and having to coin a hasty explanation.

The sight that met me virtually knocked the breath out of me.

He was asleep, yes but it looked like such a peaceful slumber.

His bronze hair, a usual mess was now in complete disarray. Random pieces of hair – highlighted by the sun streaming through the window – stuck out, seemingly static against the pillow. My fingers itched to run through it and feel the softness it appeared to hold.

His eyes were closed, the long black lashes lightly brushing the skin beneath his lids.

My hands stretched out, my fingers lightly brushing against his arm sending a chill through my body.

I began to wonder why I had been in such a rush to release myself from this paradise.

I laid my head back down, relishing in the feel of his arms around me. It was slightly awkward in the fact that I barely knew this man whom I was laying with and was married to, but I had slowly gotten used to the idea.

I realized it was in my best interest to get up before Edward woke up, and so reluctantly I began to untangle myself from Edward's grip and start my day.

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The maid had come around half past eight, bringing with her sheets for my bed. I was a bit disappointed knowing that I would never again have the possibility of waking up in Edward's arms.

Speaking of Edward. I though as he walked down the stairs at that exact moment, sharing curt nod with Miss Emma, the servant.

He was elegantly laid out in one of his many suits; his bronze hair still a mess. His eyes met mine and I blushed, looking back down at the cup of tea in front of me as thoughts of this morning came rushing back into mind.

He didn't notice – or if he did he did a good job of hiding it – as he sat down across from me, taking his cup that Miss Emma had poured for him.

One thing I would never get used to is waking up and having almost all of the chores finished. My family was not very wealthy and so we never had a servant or butler, not that we needed one.

I had always been opposed to the thought of having a maid around, but I would never tell Edward that.

"I am going into town today to buy a new handle for the sink. Would you like to accompany me? The stand is beside a bookstore. You might like to purchase a new book?" I smiled, relieved in the fact that he would try to make this marriage work.

"Yes, that would be nice." He smiled back at me, relaxing more in his chair.

My heart fluttered at the thought of spending the day with Edward, though we would ultimately be going to different stores.

I looked away before he could see the excitement in my eyes as a smile threatened to spill over my face again.

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Edward POV

Bella walked along side me as we maneuvered through the unusually busy streets of the town. Many people seemed to be out and about, getting their last minute grocery shopping done before work the next day.

A man was walking by us, his hands full with a variety of fruits and vegetables. I briefly wondered why he hadn't requested some sort of bag to carry it all when Bella almost walked right into him.

I pulled on her arm quickly, just before a semi-fatal – for her, at least – run-in with the man.

"Sorry, Miss," the man muttered while walking.

A twinge of anger boiled inside of me and the idea that he hadn't the decency to stop walking and formally apologize for almost running into a lady, my wife no other.

"Are you alright?" I looked down at her, holding back a smile as her cheeks flushed a light pink, setting of the comparison against her pale skin nicely.

"Yes, it was my fault. I am not exactly the most coordinated person," I laughed out loud at her statement, candor filling the fact.

"I have noticed, believe it or not." She blushed again, and looked away.

The feelings she emitted within me were mystifying. I had never taken so much pleasure in seeing someone blush before. Bella didn't look pitiful when she blushed like others normally would. It was genial… adorable, even.

Reluctantly, I let go of her arm and we continued on our way to the corner where the bookstore and utility stand were.

I would always find myself unconsciously watching her out of the corner of my eye, or gravitating closer to her as we walked. It was as if she was a drug and my body couldn't get enough.

The stand came into view, along with the bookstore and I could physically see the excitement in Bella's eyes and stride as she picked up her walking pace.

I chuckled and she looked back at me, now having been a few steps ahead of me.

"Here," I put out my hand which held six coins for her. More than enough for two books.

Her nose scrunched up as she looked at the gold coins in my outstretched hand.

"Oh," my voice fell. "I have more money if you would like it. I can buy a handle some other time…"

She blinked, seemingly coming out of whatever preoccupation she had been in.

"No! It is plenty enough, but I don't want to spend your money…" she trailed off as I counted on the blush seconds before it graced her skin.

"Isabella." I shook my head at her constant worrying.

"My money is your money, too. We are married, so technically it is both our money."

"Well, we aren't officially married…" she trailed off, blushing furiously. It was the brightest I had ever seen her blush before. I was sure I had a hint of a blush on my face too.

I would have been amused in the way she avoided my gaze and hastily took the money, then scurried to the bookstore with an innocent apology had I not been equally as uncomfortable with her statement as she was.

No, we had not fornicated yet, and I was sure our marriage was going to be tense until we had consummated. It was not a conversation I was willing to strike up, nor was she. It wasn't something you could just plan – well, you could but I would rather it be something special. Not just something done because we feel that we have to.

I washed the impure thoughts from my mind as I realized I had been lingering by the stand for who-knows-how-long.

A lady walked by me then, a basket full of roses in her hand.

"Would you like to purchase a rose for your love interest? I saw you with that young gal out there. Pretty little lady, isn't she? I bet she would just love to receive this beautiful red rose."

Fingering the few coins left in my pocket, I realized that purchasing a rose would mean not having enough money for the handle. But even with that information, I still felt the desire to buy one for Bella to see what she would do. I knew she liked plants from the moment I saw her gazing at the small garden in front of the house.

A spark of excitement ran through my body as I handed over a coin, receiving the reddest rose I had ever seen that, though beautiful, fell dull in the comparison of Bella.

I looked at the petals, realizing with a growing gratification that I was slowly becoming smitten with Isabella Masen.

I'm sorry this has taken so long to post but my internet was down. Stupid laptops… DX