A/N: For those of you who have never heard the song TRUE COMPANION, I have a You Tube link on my profile

A/N: For those of you who have never heard the song TRUE COMPANION, I have a You Tube link on my profile.

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True Companion lyrics by Marc Cohn

Twilight characters by Stephenie Meyer

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So don't you dare and try to walk away
I've got my heart set on our wedding day
I've got this vision of a girl in white
Made my decision that it's you all right
And when I take your hand
I'll watch my heart set sail
I'll take my trembling fingers
And I'll lift up your veil
Then I'll take you home
And with wild abandon
Make love to you just like a true companion
You are my true companion
I got a true companion
True companion

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I sat on the edge of the bed and waited. And waited.

And waited.

Then I sighed.

Bella was in the bathroom getting ready. I'm not sure what it was about women, after year of living with Esme, Alice and Rosalie, you'd think I'd be used to it. Of course, maybe she wasn't taking that long. Maybe I was just nervous.

Me. Nervous.

I almost laughed.

Instead I twisted my new wedding band. The shiny gold stood in stark contrast to my pale skin. It felt odd to have it on finally. Now, after what seemed like months of waiting, I was married. To Bella.

Bella was my wife. I mouthed the words a few times, testing them. My wife. Bella was my wife.

I glanced at the bathroom door. What was taking her so long?

I leaned back on the pillows and replayed the day.

Alice had done a remarkable job of keeping the vision of Bella in her wedding gown out of her mind. Unfortunately for her, Renee and Charlie had no such knowledge anything of the sort was needed. Still, the visions I saw from both Renee and Charlie didn't do justice to the breathtaking goddess who had made her way down the aisle towards me.

And then she was at my side, shyly glancing up at me from beside Charlie. When her father kissed her cheek and handed her to me, I noticed her trembling.

I knew I'd said my vows - funny how I couldn't remember them now. I did remember exchanging the rings. Bella's warm hand in mine, slipping the band on my finger with just a hint of a tremble left. And my own hands, gently sliding her band on. I was certain the temperature would have chilled her, but when she shivered, I knew it wasn't from the cold.

A loud crash sounded from the bathroom.

"Bella?" I called, hoping she hadn't hurt herself, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" She let lose a series of curses. "Nothing's broken."

"Do you need any help?" I wondered briefly if we hadn't set ourselves up for trouble. Too much pressure on tonight. Maybe she should just sleep; we could try tomorrow.

"No." Something else fell to the floor. "Don't come in here. I'll be out in a minute." She sounded worried, nervous.

That settled it, tonight was a bad idea.

I leaned back against the headboard and closed my eyes, at peace with my decision. She'd just sleep tonight and we'd try tomorrow when she was rested. The plan made complete sense. I listed the numerous reasons why in my head: she was tired, we had an early flight out in the morning, she was too nervous, we needed time to adjust to being married, and we'd both feel better without so much pressure.

The plan was perfect. It would take some convincing on my part, but I was certain I could sway her. I could be persuasive when I needed to be.

She entered the bedroom then - a tantalizing swirl of freesia and blue silk.

I forgot my plan.

I forgot my own name.

She was beyond beautiful with her hair falling softly around her shoulders, the delicate fabric of her gown hugging every curve she had. She stood still, an angel bathed in candlelight. For a long minute I just sat and stared.

She blushed and looked down at the floor.

"Don't," I said, finally coming to my senses and moving to stand before her. With one finger I lifted her face. "Don't look down. Look at me."

She peeked up, heart racing. "But that's the problem. I can't look at you." Her voice broke and she waved at me. "It's too much."

I glanced down to see what she was talking about. I still wore the tuxedo from the wedding, although my shirt was untucked and undone. I was completely ordinary compared to her. "Don't be absurd."

"Ha," she said. "You stand there looking like a Greek god and I'm the one being absurd."

I took her hands and leaned in to inhale the smell of her, to kiss her. "Yes," I whispered against her lips, "you are."

She shook her head slowly. "Please. Next to you I'm so . . . insignificant."

"Careful now," I said, capturing her face in my hands and forcing her to look in my eyes. "That's my wife you're talking about."

Her heart raced faster, but I felt the tension leave her body as her lips found mine. Her hands moved across my chest, tentative at first, but slowly growing bolder. The shirt slipped from my shoulders.

I pulled back briefly, a hunger I'd never experienced pounding through my body. "My turn," I said, gently sliding a finger under the flimsy strap on her shoulder. A soft sigh escaped my lips as the gown slid over her glorious skin and fell to the floor.

I held a hand out to her, "Come to me, Bella Cullen." Her face flushed a tantalizing shade of red at her new name. "Let me show you how beautiful you are." I took her hand. "Let me love you."

She finally smiled and I felt the heat of a thousand suns race through me. It would be all right, I thought as she wrapped her arms around me and I drew her down to the bed.

Everything would be all right.

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Later, she lay with her head on my chest, I felt . . .

Words couldn't describe what I felt. I just knew that I was complete at last. After almost of century of a loneliness I hadn't even recognized, I was complete.

It had been wonderful, she had been wonderful and together – well – I was surprised the world still spun.

"Edward?" she asked, lifting her head and smiling at me.

"Yes, love." I ran a hand down her back and her shudder was echoed in me as she trailed a hand down my chest.

"I know once was enough to satisfy my request, but. . ." Her heart raced. "Do you think. . ?"

I smiled in the dark. "Would you like to do it again?"

She nodded wordlessly.

"It would be my pleasure," I murmured, gently rolling her to her back. "My pleasure, indeed."