So sorry for the delay, I've been sick and lazy the past week or so.
Here's chapter 13
Age 24
It rains on the morning of our wedding.
It's still raining around noon time.
But as the ceremony approaches the rain stops and the sun makes an appearance.
Our wedding is relatively small and the sand is wet, but as long as I get to call you my husband at the end of the day I couldn't care less.
Charlie takes my arm and walks me to you.
You smile my favorite Edward smile, the one that involves your whole face.
Your eyes slightly squinted but shining so bright.
Your nose scrunched up.
Your cheeks lifted, pulling the corners of your mouth with it.
It's the smile that tells me your nothing but happy.
I want to make you smile like that every day.
The minister's words pass by in a blur.
When he asks, you say, "I do."
When he asks me I whisper, "I do" the words only for you.
When you cradle my face in your hands and kiss me, it's like our perfect first kiss, and all the other perfect kisses we've shared throughout the years all over again.
As we kiss, the sky's open up and it starts raining again, hard.
We pull away slowly and laugh as everyone else scrambles towards the reception tent.
We let them run; we're too busy kissing again.
We get completely soaked in the process
Someone must have finally noticed our absence and they send Emmett out to get us.
Later on when everything's settled down some we sway together, still damp, on the dance floor.
I look over your shoulder and see Alice and Jasper dancing together too.
It's only a matter of time before they get back together if they aren't already, I smile.
You see me smiling and smile too, then you kiss my smile.
The night dwindles down and everyone, especially the very pregnant Rosalie, is exhausted.
Everyone migrates to their cars until it's just you and I with the beach house all to ourselves.
We've already been here a week with everyone else.
They're all driving back home tomorrow and spending the night at a hotel in town.
We're staying an extra week before flying to Hawaii for another week.
You tell me you have a surprise for me as you carry me across the threshold.
You bring me to the living room and my heart melts.
You set up a tent just like we did when we were little.
With pillows upon pillows underneath and white Christmas light around the outside.
Except this time in the tent we don't tell stories all night.
We make love.
Later on as we lay under the tent you tell me you want to keep coming every year, you want to bring our kids every year.
"Of course" I smile at you.
So we do.
Only a few more to go.
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Thanks for reading.