I split this chapter. Again. So there is going to be one more chapter after this, plus the epi. I don't even know why I bother planning anything when it comes to writing.

This chapter may be my favorite.

Thank everyone for the reading and the review and the recing. It makes me so happy.

September 30, 2012

EPOV

"Bella?" I call out, neatly placing my shoes on the rack by the door and hanging my backpack on its designated hook. I run a hand through my hair and stretch my shoulders, tying to relax for the first time since I left our apartment at seven this morning.

"In the kitchen," she replies over the loud music. This, combined with the mouth-watering smells drifting through the apartment lead me to believe that Bella is cooking dinner. Thank goodness. I haven't eaten all damn day.

Grabbing a stack of mail off the coffee table, I move towards her.

Very little besides the architectural lay out remains of the apartment I moved into after finishing undergrad all those years ago. Since Ben moved out, Bella has reveled in having her own space to decorate. Slowly but surely she painted, found pieces at flea markets, and rearranged furniture. Our apartment now reflects her eclectic, exotic tastes as well as my need to have everything in place. The decorations are bright, bohemian, and a little bit weird, but uncluttered.

Bella transformed Ben's old room into a sort of study. It includes my large, old desk as well as a sofa where she prefers to do her work, and a whole wall of bookshelves. Most nights, we can be found there, me studying away for a perpetual array of brain melting tests and her, always writing. Bella does reviews for the arts and entertainment section of the Denver Post and has a weekly column in an electronic publication that is a favorite amongst those in our age group. Her fiction is also published regularly in a plethora of literary magazines.

Between all of that and her rent from Charlie's house in Forks, she contributes much more to our household than I do. I think this pleases her, especially after years of being finically dependent on others. My trust fund remains untouched except for my tuition.

Now, she is basically my sugar mama.

"Hey," Bella says, grinning over her shoulder from her place at the stove. She looks so damn beautiful and domestic in her simple outfit of jeans and a t-shirt with a spatula in her hand. I ditch the mail on the kitchen table in favor of wrapping my arms around her waist and laying my chin on her shoulder. She giggles and squirms but still manages to continue to cook dinner, which is a divine looking stir-fry, as I kiss her neck.

"Watch it, you horn dog," she scolds as I grind myself into her butt and slip my hands under her t-shirt. "I'm tryin' to cook your fucking dinner over here."

I ignore her and continue to run my lips over her skin. Bella shivers which pleases me endlessly. She has never been to good at pretending to be unaffected by my presence. With an irritated huff she yanks my face towards hers and gives me a quick yet heated kiss.

"Now," she says, scowling at me again. "Make up your mind. What exactly are you hungry for? Because if you continue this little seduction dinner is either going to burn or get cold, and I spent lots of hard earned money on local veggies so this meal would be particularly delicious and good for the environment and shit."

I just smile at her because she is so damn adorable.

"Well!" she snaps, finally losing patience with me.

"Dinner, then," I reply with an exaggerated sigh. Bella gestures towards our small kitchen table, demanding that I sit.

I do as she requests, going back to the mail because if I spend any more time looking at her, I'll probably change my mind about which type of hunger is more pressing, and I get the feeling that Bella would really rather eat first.

"How was the test?" she asks, continuing to move in front of the stove.

"I don't even want to think about it," I groan, dramatically letting my head fall to the table top. "My brain hurts. Three hours and thirty percent of our grade for one mid-term is just cruel."

Bella gives me a small smile and runs her hand quickly through my hair on her way to get something out of the pantry. "I'm sure you fucking rocked that shit," she says. "I've barely seen you at all in the last week you have been so study focused."

"Thus me trying to seduce you," I mutter. "But you were having none of that, if you recall."

"Later," she says, smirking at me over her shoulder as she adds chicken to the already full wok. "I'll make it worth the wait."

That's Bella code for blowjob. I'm totally getting a blowjob in the next few hours, and it's difficult for me to remain seated at the table instead of touching her.

"Don't even think about it, babe," she says, shaking her head with her back to me. "I want dinner first."

I just sigh and lay my head back down. I even close my eyes.

'That must have been some test," Bella muses.

"What do you mean?"

"You are actually letting us eat first," she says. I feel her near me and open my eyes as she places a huge plate of stir-fry in front of me. "You must be worn out."

"My eyeballs hurt," I explain. Somehow I conjure the patience to wait for her to sit across from me before I start shoveling food down my throat.

We sit in silence for a bit, enjoying the wonderful meal. She seriously is a damn good cook. I am so fucking lucky in more ways than one. I get enough food in my belly to turn me back into a rational, thinking being.

"What did you do today?" I ask as Bella pulls at the tie holding her long hair in a messy knot at the top of her head. I watch, entranced, as the waves spill down around her shoulders, and it is harder than it should be to focus on her answer.

"I got a sneak peak at the latest exhibit at the Museum of Nature and Science which was pretty damn cool. It was just a handful of press and our own private tour guide which fucking rocked. Goddamn, I love museums." Bella always looks so gorgeous when she speaks about something she is passionate about and her whole face lights up.

"What's the exhibit like?" I ask.

"You'll just have to read the damn article like the rest of my adoring public," she says with a giggle. "Just because you are sleeping with a Denver Post underling doesn't mean you get the juicy stuff early."

"I was under the impression we were doing a whole lot more than simply sleeping together," I reply in what Bella has dubbed my nerdy professor voice.

Bella grins before abruptly standing, leaning across the table, and giving me another kiss, this one more tender and lingering.

"How's the column coming this week?" I ask when she returns to her seat and goes back to her meal. Mostly I ask because I'm genuinely interested, but I'm also trying to distract myself from the urge to clear the table with a sweep of my arm, sending plates smashing to the floor below, and taking her right here.

It's not like I haven't done it before. We'll with less plate smashing, but still.

Bella would kill me for wasting all this glorious food.

"Really good," Bella replies. "I'm doing another in the 'Perils and perks of dating a med student' series."

I roll my eyes at this.

Bella has a small but devoted internet following that readers her column weekly religiously. This does not surprise me. She loves it because she has the freedom to write about whatever strikes her fancy. Things she hates about the world around her, things she loves, things she observes, and things she can't get out of her head. Bella's commentaries are always full of a self-deprecating humor. She makes fun of everyone, herself included, in a way that is good natured and respectful.

I just with I wasn't such an inspiration sometimes.

"Is it a perk or a peril this time?" I ask with a chuckle.

"A little of both," she replies, biting her lip.

"Oh good grief, what is it this time?"

"I'm thinking about discussing anatomically correct dirty talk," she admits. "Which to me is a total perk. Your big old brain is so damn sexy. But some might think its pretty damn weird."

"I swear, Isabella," I say with a sigh. "My family reads your column. If we actually met any of your followers, I would die of embarrassment."

"I can write about something else, if you prefer," she offers sincerely.

"No, it's fine. I wouldn't dream of censoring your art." What would I tease her about if she didn't write such things?

"Good. Anatomically correct dirty talk it is."

Bella and I continue to chat about nothing in particular during dinner. We finish, lingering over a final glass of wine, and I absently flip through the stack of mail I left on the table.

My fingers pause on a letter when a return address Boston, and suddenly my care free, all be it tired, mood vanishes.

Bella continues to talk about something, and I have a hard time hearing her. She moves to clear the table, and I open the letter, feeling a bit like I might be sick.

I don't know what I want the letter to say.

BPOV

"What is it?" I ask as I continue to clean the kitchen. Although jumping my man's bones is a more immediate desire, Edward and all his wacko is unable to leave the kitchen dirty over night. Several times in the past, I've caught him sneaking out of bed, thinking I'm asleep, to tend to his OCD. I don't like him leaving after sex, thus the pre-fucking kitchen cleaning. Edward typically helps out. But the mail has obviously distracted him.

Edward – champion mutitasker – seems to have lost the ability to speak. I turn from my position at the sink as I put the last pan on the drying rack, pleased that the kitchen is now Edward-clean.

"Baby?" I venture again when he just continues to stand by the kitchen table, brow furrowed as he stares at the paper clenched in his hand.

I don't much care about the mail. Edward has not fucked me in five days. But now it is the end of the week and his big ass test is over. I made him a kick ass meal and then power cleaned the kitchen. A fucking letter will not stop me from having him.

Right the fuck now.

Edward mumbles something unintelligible, and I sigh, realizing that I'm going to need to be a bit more assertive here.

I grab his hand, leading him into the bedroom.

"This is a letter," he says as he blindly follows me, allowing me to push him down on the end of our bed.

"I can see that," I reply, smoothing out the wrinkles in his forehead with my thumb. Holy Krishna, he is so fucking adorable when he is flustered. This piece of paper has him seriously flustered, and I do want to know why. Just later.

"It… um…. It, uh, ah." His stuttering is so damn adorable.

I kick off my shoes before dropping to my knees to remove his as well, doing the same with the socks.

"This is a letter from— What are you doing down there?" I smirk up at him, pleased that his voice is all husky and that I finally have his full attention.

"What do you think, baby?" I ask, basically purring at him as I run my hands over his calves then around to his inner thighs, following the seam of his neat jeans.

I palm the wonder cock and Edward lets out a little yelp, the letter falling to the bed beside him. His eyes glaze over and I suppress a shiver. I love getting on my knees for Edward. His reactions make me feel powerful and sexy. He is totally at my mercy and it's such a turn on.

Except this time, when I move to his zipper, his hands stop me.

What the fuck is in that letter?

I scowl up at him, seriously considering punching him in the thigh.

"Wait," he says, somewhat breathlessly. "Shit...uh. Damn, Bella. You're making it very difficult for me here."

"By difficult do you mean hard?" I ask, giving him a squeeze through the denim and waggling my eyebrows.

He lets out a groan, his head falling backwards for a moment before he once again stops me from unleashing the beast.

With a loud huff, I sit back on my heels, crossing my arms over my chest. It is clear that I will probably get what I want quicker if I just let him spit out whatever is so important he is turning down a blow job.

A Bella Swan Blow Job.

What a freak.

"The letter is from a hospital in Boston," he bursts out, his brow back to furrowed.

"Okay…" I say, this information pretty much useless to me.

"I was accepted into their surgical internship program," he says quietly, avoiding my gaze. Damn, my boy looks a wee bit guilty.

"I thought you were planning on doing your internship here, I say, wary.

"I was," he insists. "Am. Was. Am." Edward stutters, his face fluctuating comically with each word as he changes his mind.

"Edward…" I say, laying a hand on his knee, trying to get him to focus him. "Do you want to do your internship in Boston?"

"I just… It was a total long shot, my application. That's why I didn't tell you. I never thought I'd get into this program but Carlisle convinced me to try. They only accept something like twenty applicants out of the hundreds that apply. I'm so sorry I haven't said anything but I honestly haven't thought about it in months."

I roll my eyes because he is in full on freak out mode with the babbling and the hands in the hair and the panicky lookin' eyes.

"Edward!" I shout to get his attention. I can't help but giggle at the horrified look on his face. "It's okay. I'm not mad. Calm the fuck down."

I wait for Edward to take a deep breath before continuing.

"This program in Boston, is it a top notch intern thingamajiggy?" I ask, failing to find the right words. Thingamajiggy? I am a disgrace to writers everywhere.

"Thingamajiggy?" Edward replies, amused. At least my pathetic vocabulary has relieved Edward of his tension a bit.

"Well, is it?" I demand.

"Yes," he says, grinning now. "One of the best in the country." Edward then progress to gush about a whole shit ton of doctor crap. His whole face lights up and he is all cardiology this and world famous attending that. He gestures with his hands and his eyes are bright.

"So it looks like we are movin' to Boston," I say, smiling up at him from my position on the floor.

"What?" he snaps, gaping at me in shock.

"Bean Town," I continue. "Former hot bed of revolutionary spirit! Place where our founding fathers chilled and shit. The Boston Tea Party probably happened in Boston right? Give me liberty, or give me death!"

"What?" he repeats.

"It's good that we're decided upon this now. That means we have like seven, eight months to figure out shit before we move right? Because you still have to finish this last year."

"What? I mean…we uh…I thought…" He clears his throat and composes himself. "Shouldn't we talk about this? I mean, we planned to stay here. Our lives are here. Your work is here. We should discuss this."

"Edward, when you talk about the programs here your face never lights up and your voice never gets all excited. You want to do this. I haven't seen you this enthusiastic about anything in for fucking ever." I tell him. "Besides me, of course."

Edward just stares at me for a long ass time. Like he is still trying to figure me out.

"Just like that?" he asks finally.

"Yeah," I reply with a grin and a shrug. Is it really so surprising that I would do anything for him? He has done so much for me. Like waiting till I'm ready to get married, for example, when he wanted to tie the knot right after we got back together over a year and a half ago.

"But—"

"I can write anywhere," I say, anticipating his first argument.

"And—"

"It's only for a year. And I've always wanted to do the whole east coast thing. We are long overdue for an adventure," I tell him.

"But do you understand what it's going to be like?" Edward continues. "I'm going to be working crazy hours and I won't be around much. You won't know anyone."

"I make friends easy," I reply with a shrug.

Edward just gives me a pointed look and I laugh.

"Edward, it will be great," I assure him. "I'm a big girl. We'll figure it out."

"We'll think about it," he says, being all Edwardish and thinky.

"We're doin' it," I counter, being all Bellaish and impulsive.

Edward just sighs heavily, like I'm trying his patience. But he has a little smile playing around his lips, so I know he is pleased with my reaction to the letter.

"We should get married first," I hear myself say. The words just seem to pop out of my mouth. I'm not sure who is more shocked by them, Edward or myself.

He recovers first.

"Are you proposing?" he asks finally, his face unreadable.

I decide humor is the way to go.

"I'm down on my knees, aren't I?" I quip.

Edward smirks, leaning down from his position on the bed to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "I believe the phrase is down on one knee. Where's my ring?"

"I'm not that traditional."

"Obviously," Edward says with a chuckle.

And then there is silence. Very tense silence.

"Come here," Edward murmurs, offering me a hand and pulling me to sit next to him on the edge of the bed. "Do you mean it?"

Do I mean it?

I glance over at Edward, who is managing to look both nervous and elated at the same time. I think about how fucking great the last year and a half has been and about how much I've come to depend on him. I try to imagine my life without him in it and totally fail.

Yeah, I fuckin' mean it.

"It's just before when we've talk about it." Edward continues, stuttering now. Apparently I took too long to answer because now his babbling has started. "I just thought we were planning on waiting till I'm a real doctor."

"Yeah, well, you are going to be crazy busy being a real doctor and with the moving and the graduating… it just makes sense to do it now," I say, turning bright fucking red because that is the least romantic marriage proposal I can think of.

"I want to be married to you yesterday," Edward states, turning my face towards his. "Do you want to be married to me?"

"Yes," I reply, flushing from roots to tits. "I love you."

"So, we're really doing this?" he asks, the very beginnings of the crooked grin reserved just for me on his face.

"Yes," I manage to squeak out before he kisses me, pushing me back on the bed.

I've known for a long time Edward was meant to be with me. And I him. Now, it's time to make it official.

Just like that.

October 8, 2012

We attend dinner the next week with the crazies in Boulder and we have yet to tell anyone. We are enjoying having a little secret.

Tomorrow we see the Cullen parents for lunch to make the announcement, but we never really talked about telling the rest of the brood. We probably should seeing as I want to get this sucker done as quick as possible.

Rosalie is being all show-offy with her giant, ready-to-pop belly, and Alice is being all show-offy with the now eight-month-old Henry James Whitlock, who really is pretty fucking cute.

Somehow, I get all caught up in their battle of domesticity as all of us relax after dinner with a bottle of wine. Okay, several bottles of wine.

"Alice, are you free to go shopping at all next week?" I ask. The gasps are audible as all heads snap towards me in shock.

"You are willing going shopping with Alice?" Rosalie demands incredulously. "What the fack? I thought you said you found shopping with Alice torturous? Why am I not invited?"

"You wouldn't fit in the dressing room," Emmett says, laughing loudly at his own joke. A single look from Rose silences him.

Idiot.

"I'm free," Alice replies cautiously. "Why?"

"I need a new dress," I say, flushing as I realize that this is a ridiculous way to make this announcement. But I'm committed now.

"What for?" Alice continues.

I glance at my betrothed. Edward raises an eyebrow at me, taking a deliberately slow drink of wine. I guess I'm on my own here. "Oh. You know," I say casually. "Edward and I were thinking about getting married within the next couple weekends."

My faked nonchalance is met with stunned silence for a moment before they all freak out at once. Alice and Rose are shrieking at me, Jasper is singing jovially, and Emmett is shaking Edward's hand with an unhealthy amount of gusto.

"Shut up!" Alice yells. It's startling because she is so damn small. "Bella," she demands when everyone immediately quiets. "Did you just say what we think you just said?"

"Yes," I reply with an extreme blush.

A chorus of "finally's," "'bout time's," and "oh, thank God's," ring out from around the table.

"Ooh, lemme see your—" Alice stops speaking abruptly, glaring down at my still bare finger on my left hand. "Where's your ring? Edward, how could you propose without a ring?"

She leans across me to flap my hand obnoxiously in Edward's face.

"I didn't," Edward replies, smirking at me.

"Oh, was it too big?" Rose interjects. "Mine didn't fit. Em must think I have man hands."

"Aw, come on, babe," Emmett replies. "If you had man hands, I would have never let you near wee Emmett, and that's obviously not the care, am I right?" Emmett waggles his eyebrows at Rose's belly before she smacks him.

Emmett sucks at Rose being prego.

"Dude," I say, gaping at my brother-in-law to be. "You call your dick wee Emmett?"

"Please don't say dick in front of my son," says Alice primly, even thought little Henry – who I call Hank, mostly because it drives Alice crazy – is out for the count in his papa's arms.

"Why not, Ali?" Jasper asks. "Our little man is packin' some serious heat in the diaper department if you know what I'm talkin' 'bout!"

"Get some," Emmett yells, giving Jazz a high five.

Edward and I silently communicate our opinions on the deterioration of this "we're getting married" conversation. He rolls his eyes, and I flash him a rueful grin.

"The father's of our children, Alice," Rosalie mutters, gesturing toward Em and Jazz. "What were we thinking?"

Poor little Alice looks like her head might pop off, bottle rocket style.

"The ring!" she snaps. "Little twin, the ring!"

"Alice, relax," I say, patting her shoulder. "There is no ring."

"What? Why would you say yes to no ring? Didn't Beyonce warn you about this situation? Really, Edward," Alice continues, rounding on my fiancé – damn that's weird. "How could you?"

"I didn't," he repeats. We share a secret little look.

Edward thinks it's really fucking funny that I proposed to him. I guess I can kinda see what her means given my history as a commitment-phobe and what now.

"I don't get it," declares Jasper. Everyone murmurs his or her agreement.

"Bella proposed to me," Edward explains, beaming at me now. And my blush is back with a vengeance.

"No fucking way," says Emmett in apparent awe. I look around the table at my family and see disbelief in every face. Is my proposal really that shocking? "Bella Swan asked you to marry her?"

"Got down on one knee and everything," Edward says, grabbing my hand and kissing me knuckles. I scowl because he looks a little too pleased with himself.

"It was two knees and I was down there for a very different reason," I mutter, crossing my arms over my chest and getting all huffy.

Jazz and Em high five again, Rosalie snorts, Alice wrinkles her nose, and Edward rolls his eyes.

"Edward." Rose voices her disbelief this time. "How the hell did you manage to weasel your way into a marriage proposal and a blowie? How the hell does that happen?"

Edward clears his throat, looking uncomfortable. He is so fucking cute when he's uncomfortable.

"I never actually received any… uh…" Edward stutters, gesturing to his lap and doing this weird thing with his eyebrows.

"You're a soon to be medical professional," Emmett puts in. "You should be able to say blowjob. Say it!"

"He's a med student, not a hooker, Emmett," I reply dryly before turning back to Edward. "And holy fack! You're right! I owe you a BJ."

"Owe him?" Emmett sputters as Edward's cheeks get all red.

"Yeah," I reply, shrugging. "I can't remember why though. Oh! Right. I owe him because he let us eat the nice dinner I made before molesting me."

"So he get's a fancy dinner, a marriage proposal, and a blowie?" Jasper clarifies. "Damn, y'all are acting like newlyweds already."

"Enough," Alice says, beyond exasperated with us all. "Please just tell us the story."

"Well," I say, fielding this one because Edward is still all flustered from this talk of head. He is braving it like a champ. Perhaps he deserves two blowies.

Also, when did we start calling them blowies?

"Edward and I were just talkin' about him doin' his internship in Boston and—"

I'm once again rudely interrupted as everyone goes completely ape shit.

"You're moving to fucking Boston?" Alice finally manages to ask when everyone calms slightly.

"Yes," I say.

"Maybe," Edward replies at the same time.

"Edward!" I snap, scowling at him because I'm already tired of having this debate.

"Bella!" he whines back.

"Edward," I repeat, at the very end of my patience. We have been having this fight for the last week and I'm so done with it. "Boston is not only the best option for your career and for your future as a bad ass doctor, but it's what you want. You're all excited about it and you know we're going to end up there so why don't you just save us all the trouble and accept the damn enrollment. Now!"

Edward sighs heavily, shaking his head at me and smiling slightly. I glare at him, my back thunking against my chair as I cross my arms over my chest.

"Holy mother of pearl," Alice mutters. "You're moving to Boston. I'm going to miss you both so much."

She lays her head on my shoulder, and I pat her dark hair, trying not to cry.

"It's only for a year," Edward says quietly. We make eye contact, and I know we are going to move across the country. I'm going to completely start over again. Except time the life we build will be ours. I'll be starting over with my husband.

"Aw, look at you two," says Jasper. "All grown up and heading out on your own."

"Congratu-fucking-lations!" Emmett booms.

"Huzzah!" shouts Rose.

Alice moves away from me, which is good because all of a sudden, I need to touch Edward. I lean over, wrapping my arms around this man that seems to be specially crafted just for me. It hits me that we are really getting married and planning our futures together. I realize how far I've come from the lost soul hiding in the party girl that first tumbled into Edward's bed. He changed everything for me. He made me better, stronger, happier. And now that we are all grown up, I have no more doubts.

Edward holds me, and I know I'm ready.

"So you are sure you want to do this so quickly?" Edward asks me as we lay facing each other and naked in bed later that night. I'm really enjoying engagement sex. It is so damn intense and emotional and fucking awesome. "We could do the whole wedding thing with you in the dress and the church and the whole bit."

"Naw," I reply, touching his face. "I don't want any of that shit. I already feel married to you and I just want it to be official, no frills necessary."

"I feel married to you, too," he murmurs.

"Let's get married in Boulder, somewhere outside," I suggest. "I'll wear something pretty and let's only invite the family."

"Sounds perfect, wifey."

October 15, 2012

I finally become Mrs. Edward Cullen a two weeks after my impromptu bedroom proposal. As per my request, it is a small, simple affair, attended by only by a few. Carlisle and Esme, Emmett and Rose, Alice, Jasper, and little baby Hank as well as Jake, Billy, and Phil watch as I stand across Edward in an open space against the back drop of the Flatirons.

It is one of the gloriously warm and sunny fall days, and I take the good weather as a sign from the universe that this union is destined to be.

To be honest, I don't really need the legalities or the ceremony. I feel married to Edward, soul married. I would have been fine bopping down to City Hall, but Edward deserves a real wedding so a real wedding I give him. It may be small and outside, but I wear a white dress and a little preacher man has us recite vows. Alice takes pictures with a giant camera, our concession to her since she was all pouty about not getting to plan a big party.

It is good to have them here. It is good to be surrounded by family.

But once I face Edward and he takes my hands in his and starts repeating words of love and commitment and forever, the man I love totally fills my head. I cry a little as he promises himself to me. He cries a little as I do the same. I cry a little more because, shit, I've come along way. Even a year ago, I still hadn't really figured out how to trust myself, how to forgive myself for hurting the people who love me.

But I have now. I'm confident in myself, just as I'm confident in Edward and us as a couple. Thus the whole marriage thing.

Holy fuck. I'm married. It's a bit surreal.

There is kissing and hugging and more crying on everyone's part, and then we go back to Alice and Jasper's to eat and drink.

We laugh and celebrate well in to the night. Esme starts referring to be as her daughter and I cry a little more. Edward and I dance on the back porch of the house where we first fell in love. My lack of coordination isn't so apparent when I'm in my husband's arms. He hums in my ear and whispers words of love, causing me to cry a little bit more.

Pleasantly drunk, Edward and I leave our family at the house on Goss and roam the streets of Boulder for the first time as man and wife. Well, we don't really roam. Edward made us reservations at some fancy old hotel off Pearl Street. I'm in not particular hurry to reach our destination. We now officially have forever.

But the walk and the cool autumn night and the fact that Edward is now mine in every sense of the word all seem to serve as the most potent form of aphrodisiac. By the time we stumble in to the lobby, I can't seem to keep my hands or lips off him.

I'm sure the hotel and our honeymoon suite is all very nice, but I don't notice any of it. Edward's presence is all consuming, from the way he kisses me in the elevator as if I'm precious, to the way he gently pushes in to me after lying me down on the bed in our room.

Our lovemaking is quiet, intense, and motivated more by love than lust.

He tells me he loves me and I tell him that I've always been his.

We don't leave the room for two days, and by the end I can't really even remember what I was waiting for, what I was so scared of.