Time Together Is Just Never Quite Enough Chapter 3, a twilight fanfic

Hello!

A few things before we start:

kudos to i heart quil for knowing where the title came from.

And if you want to read a good story, I must recommend "I Walk In Shadows" by Jude Mackenzie. It's one of those fics you are sitting on the edge of you seat, pulling out your hair, not knowing who to trust, love, or hate. It's on my favorite stories list, so check it out. Hokay?

I don't own Twilight. But I do own a poster of Robert Pattinson that I taped to the ceiling above my bed. I lay there some times and hope the scotch tape will give out. Ha!

Recap:

Edward: "Now, my gorgeous friend, what are a couple things you want to accomplish before you die?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Come on, there has got to be something you want to do before you die."

"Well, I'd like to do everything that people do every day."

"Like…?"

"Have a few more birthdays, have a movie star kiss, witness a love bigger than I've ever known, get a tattoo, get married, make a person's day, and essentially die in a prom dress."

"You want to die in a prom dress?"

"Why not go out in a bang?"

"Give me ten minutes," Edward said standing up. "Don't move." I looked at him with confusion but he was already running out the car's door. I started cleaning up the car, knowing that if people came in here they would know that we had sex. So I got my bag organized and my bench tidy enough for more than two people to sit on it comfortably. I moved Edward's stuff around so he had more room too. Why I cared for this man's possessions so much, I had no idea.

Because you care for him.

Shut up Conscience.

I sat back down on my bench and Edward walked in, with about seven people in tow, grinning like the Cheshire cat.

"You know, I'm scared when you smile like that," I said hesitantly as I looked at the posse behind him.

"Well love, I found an official to marry us."

Excuse me?

"Excuse me?"

Yes, I'm an intelligent one, I know.

"Babe, we're getting married!" He said swooping me into his arms.

You're supposed to play along, dumbass.

"Oh, that's fantastic!" I said mocking fake-cheer. He kissed me and I tried to remember to breathe as he set me on my feet.

"I don't normally do this," the man said to us both, chuckling.

"Thanks again," Edward said politely.

"What are the others doing here, honey?" I asked.

"You'll see," he said with a wink.

Oh boy.

Edward started moving people in, sitting them in any available space they could fit. I was suddenly happy I went all OCD on our stuff and moved it around.

We were in sync.

Edward placed me by the window and went and stood up by the man officiating this wedding.

Wait, what?

I'm getting married.

Legally.

And strangely, I was okay with it.

I swallowed and took a breath as I saw one of the guests take out a set of drums he was holding and start to play the small instrument.

Edward had his hands in front of him, clutching one another as he smiled proudly at me. I walked up to him, captivated by the look on his face.

He was just as sure as I was that this was the right thing to do.

"Dearly beloveds," the man began.

"Actually, can we skip all the unnecessary parts?" Edward asked. "We're on a time limit."

I smiled because I wanted to skip them too.

"Sure," the man said unsure. "Um okay, Edward Anthony Mason Cullen, do you take—"

"Your middles names are Anthony and Mason?" I asked surprised. The officiator looked at me in surprise.

"Yes, and yours is Marie," Edward answered.

He knew my middle name.

Oh sweet glorious God.

"Okay, so Edward Anthony Mason Cullen, do you take Isabella Marie Swan to be your wife?"

"You know, I think I do," Edward replied.

"And Isabella Marie Swan, do you take Edward Anthony Mason Cullen to be your husband?"

"I don't have a choice."

"Oh nice one Bella, our kids will love that story."

Our kids?

"I mean," I said clearing my throat. "I do."

Could Edward's grin get even bigger?

"I now pronounce you husband and wife; you may kiss the bride."

Edward held out his hand and I took it, he pulled me against him, and then softly took hold of my lips with his own. The world became a little hazier and the lights didn't seem as bright.

I heard clapping all around us and broke away to see happy faces smiling at us.

"Congratulations", "Best Wishes", and "Lovely service" was all said to us as Edward hooked an arm around us. He turned toward my ear and whispered "One down."

Then it hit me, he was accomplishing my list.

I launched myself at him and kissed him fervently. His back hit a wall and his arms enclosed me to him. I giggled and then whispered thank you into his ear.

"You're very welcome," he whispered back.

"So what's next?" I asked with a grin.

"Sam?" Edward asked to a person behind us. I turned and look at the man he was talking to and saw Sam pull out a few muffins out of his apron pockets. He stuck tall candles in them, ones you see on tables during romantic dinners, lit them and then everyone sang happy birthday to me.

I looked at the candle and silently wished and then blew out the candle.

"Happy 30th birthday!" Edward cheered. I looked at him in confusion and then Sam lit another candle into a muffin and the whole group began to sing again.

"Happy 40th birthday!" Edward said enthusiastically. Another candle was lit. The song sang again.

And the exercise repeated.

Again.

And again.

And again. By this time I was celebrating my 90th birthday and I had made seven wishes.

All the same one.

The people clapped just as enthusiastically as the first time as I blew out the last candle. Sam took out the candle and handed me the muffins, seven of them now sitting on my bench we were using as a table. I thanked everyone again and hugged each one of them.

They felt more like a family than I had ever known.

A couple of them left after the birthday party and I looked at Edward who was still grinning at me.

"Now what?" I asked skeptically.

But inside, I was a four-year old girl jumping up and down.

"Now, we get a tattoo."

"I don't think—"

Edward shushed me and sat me down on his bench, pulled out a pen out of his journal's spine and grabbed my wrist. He put the pen to the area below my thumb and started drawing. I tried to watch but I couldn't figure out what it was until he was completely done.

A music note.

Only half of one.

"What about the other half?"

Edward gave me his hand and the pen.

My heart threw up a little bit at how happy I was.

I put the pen to the same area on him, only the opposite hand, and drew the same image. After I was done, Edward grabbed my hand and held it with his, making the two halves into a whole musical note.

It might have been the best moment of my life.

No, the sex was.

I smiled at him and stared at the picture, amazed at how much had happened these last few hours.

"Holy fuck, we're married!" I screamed.

"Relax, we'll get it annulled." The man who had officiated the ceremony looked at us sternly.

"Calm down, Rev.," Edward spoke.

"What if I don't want to get it annulled?" I whispered. Edward's face spun to me and searched my eyes.

"Then I guess I need to know something," he replied.

"What's that?"

"Where do you want to go on our honeymoon?"

"New York."

"So we're on our honeymoon?"

"I think so."

"Maybe we should start kicking these people out so we can get to the honeymoon part," Edward said seductively.

"What about my list?"

"It's all complete."

I looked at him confused.

"We got married, had a movie star kiss, well I think we had a few of them, we got you a tattoo, made a person's day, witnessed a love bigger than you've ever known, and we had a few more birthdays."

"I never made a person's day and I certainly didn't witness a love bigger than I've ever known."

"You made my day, Bella."

"Since when did you become the romantic?"

"Since I met you."

"So I'm the one to blame."

"Yep," he said popping the P.

"Well what about the other one?"

"You're right," he said his brow furrowing. "Looks like the sexin' is going to have to wait."

Oh shit.

Stupid.

"I didn't—" I said quickly, trying to backtrack.

"Thanks everyone for helping me out, I owe you all big time," Edward said as he stood, still holding my hand. They all put up water bottles, coke cans, and thermoses in the air and drank to us. A few of them shook Edward's hand, hugged me, and went back to their lives. An older woman placed her hand on my cheek, kissed it, and then whispered in my ear.

"Don't let this one go." I barely heard it. I smiled at her and watched her grab her husband's hand and lead him out.

I wish I could grow old.

Soon the cabin was empty, just Edward and I, sitting and nibbling at the muffins.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"Don't thank me," Edward replied.

"Why not?"

"Because you get to be selfish today."

"I'm still thankful," I said after a few minutes. We sat silently for a little bit, until Edward decided to go find some drinks for us.

"I'm sorry you're married to me," he winked as he closed the door behind him.

"I'm not," I whispered to no one.

"Okay so what's your answer?"

"Do it, pull the plug," Edward answered.

"Really? You'd want them to pull the plug and let you die?"

"Yes."

"Me too."

"Did you tell your sweet Jacob that?"

"Yes."

"What'd he say?"

"He said he wouldn't."

"That's bullshit," Edward rolled his eyes. "Okay, my turn. Your husband is dying, he's in a lot of pain and he is weak. He asks you to help him die. What do you do?"

"Help him kill himself."

"Really? Just like that? You don't even want to think about it?"

"Nope."

"Usually when I ask that question, people take a moment to think."

"But am I like most people?"

"No, you're different."

"What about you?"

"I'd help her kill herself."

I nodded.

"It's not that I wouldn't want them around, but I'm selfish in the way that I don't want to remember them as the sick, slowing dying person they've become. I'd rather think of them as the happy, healthy person I met and fell in love with," Edward paused. "Does that make me a horrible person?"

"Not at all."

"I feel like that was a horrible thought."

"But I'm sure she'd want you to remember her that way too, not just the sickness."

"What were you like before the cancer?"

"Selfish," I smiled.

Edward laughed and it became my new favorite sound.

Stop, Bella.

"You still are selfish," Edward smirked.

I still want to punch that smirk.

And then lick it.

And then punch it again…then maybe lick it again.

"Right back atcha, buddy boy."

The train started slowing down and I knew our journey was just about over. I stretched my limbs and then stood, starting to get my things in order and all my belongings next to me.

"Looks like rain," Edward said looking out the window.

"I thought you didn't like that window."

"It's a pain in the ass, but you learn to love it," he said looking at me.

"I could say that about most people."

"They are all the same."

"Except me."

"Except you."

I smiled at him.

He smiled back.

Like he loved me.

It was beautiful.

The train finally slowed to a complete stop and I heard the passengers begin to descend.

"Looks like this is it," I sighed.

Edward chuckled to himself. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"I'm going to miss those sighs of yours, that's all."

The door opened and the conductor let us know that it was our turn to get off. I followed the man out, Edward behind me, and as soon as I had gotten on, I was off.

I set my bag on the ground and took a look around.

I suddenly missed the train.

"Where you headed?"

I squealed in fright. I whirled around to see Edward there, laughing at my squeak; his eyes bright and his lips crooked and gleaming.

"You scared the shit out of me," I sighed.

"Your face does that to me all the time."

"Always about you, huh?

"Absolutely." He paused, still smiling crookedly. "So where are you going?"

"You don't shut up, do you?"

"Never."

"Whoever spent the last few hours on that train with you is a poor girl."

"It was my wife."

My heart pitter-pattered.

Yes, pitter-pattered.

Like a fucking thirteen-year old.

Like a fucking thirteen-year old in love with the newspaper boy.

Edward was my newspaper boy.

"She's married to you? She's more desperate than I thought."

Edward laughed and nodded.

"The hotel down the street on the corner," I answered.

"It was a pleasure to meet you." I stuck out my hand. Edward raised an eyebrow and then crushed my body to his, dropping all bags and guitar cases as his lips met mine.

I heard the train whistle, but I thought it was my ears due to all the blood rushing to my head from the kiss. I felt dizzy and wonderful and hungry and messy and weak and thirsty and happy and strong.

I felt good.

His lips moved with mine, again we were in sync.

His tongue twirled with mine.

I secretly wrote the letters G-O-O-D with my tongue in his mouth.

Because that's how he made me feel.

Good.

Good like there had never been a bad night.

Good like there would never be a bad day.

Good like I was going to be okay.

His arms were around me, rubbing my back and clutching me to him. My arms were under his, clinging onto his shirt.

We broke away slowly, our lips almost touching as we looked each other in the eyes.

"Good," I whispered. His eyebrows creased but a crooked smile played at his lips.

"Good," he agreed.

"I've got to go."

"Me too."

"Then let go."

"I'd rather not," he whispered.

"Me too."

He kissed my nose and then picked up his guitar case and started walking for the door. I watched him walk.

He didn't look back and I was glad he didn't.

Or I would have run to him.

The realization saddened me.

You don't need Edward Cullen; you need to get to your appointment.

Right-o.

I watched him until he was out of sight.

And then I picked up my bag and got on with my life.

Never going to see Edward Cullen again.

I hailed a taxi, life seeming to be on auto play, and made my way over to the doctor's.

I felt nothing.

I was back to numb.

And nauseous.

I took out some crackers and chewed on them, not paying attention to anything.

Just in a stupor.

Life was beginning to go back to normal.

I hated normal.

I wanted normal.

I stepped out of the cab, paid the driver, and then went inside. I checked in to the front desk, the nurse looking at me with sad eyes, knowing why I was here.

There is only one reason why people come to this office.

"The Big C."

I could already hear her thoughts.

She's so young.

Poor dear.

Maybe she has a shot.

I took my seat and stared at the wall.

I sighed.

And then smiled.

And then smirked.

And then bit my lip.

And then I blushed.

But it wasn't the same.

I focused on other things.

Soon it was my turn.

My name was called.

"Swan, Bella?"

It's Cullen.

Stop.

I walked back with the nurse.

I answered her questions.

Yes.

No.

A few weeks.

Slight nausea.

Eight.

Maybe.

Not sure.

Yes.

I don't know.

Okay, I'll wait.

I sat on the crinkling paper as I waited for the doctor.

I counted ceiling tiles.

I thought about stealing ear swabs.

What happened if I walked out right now?

You can't do that.

Shut up, Conscience.

I waited some more.

I read all the charts and posters.

Memorizing the areas of the heart.

Aeorta.

Left Ventricle.

Right Ventricle.

The door opened and in came the doctor.

The doctor who was supposed to save me.

"Ms. Swan?"

"Yes?"

"How are you feeling?"

"Fine," I answered. He gave me a stern look like I should know better. "I have slight nausea and my head hurts a little. I haven't thrown up in two days and I feel dizzy at moments."

Like when I kiss Edward Cullen.

The appointment went on.

He asked questions, I answered.

Back and forth.

Question after question.

Machines were used.