Me: Mrs. Meyer. May I please, please, please, please own twilight? Please!

SM: Hmm let me think for a moment. Umm, NO!

Me: MEANIE!

Me: Can I at least have a certain sparkly vampire? *hopefully expectant*

SM: Okay.

Me: Really?!

SM: No, he's mine too!

Me: You're not nice!

See, there you have it. I don't own twilight. I grovelled juvenilely, but alas, she was adamant. Anyway, enjoy the chapter! I would like to thank everyone who reviewed, added me to their favourites, story alerts, etc. You're all the best!

BPOV

'We're married?' I repeated. This could not be happening. It made absolutely no sense. This was the kind of thing that happened in bad, low-budget teen movies. Why was Edward so calm? 'We can't be married. You're lying!' I accused. We barely knew each other. Oh my god, I can't believe that I lost my virginity to a complete stranger. The thought made me want to cry. I tried to stave off the tears and summon some kind of anger. I couldn't remember anything. He must have put something in my drink and taken advantage of me. If I was completely honest with myself, I knew that the notion was ridiculous and unreasonable. But I didn't care. I needed to blame someone, so I could attempt to get my head around the idea. 'IT'S YOUR FAULT. YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF ME. I HATE YOU!' I shouted. I then proceeded to storm into the bathroom and slam the door. I wasn't completely sure, but I thought that I heard him laughing softly at me.

Apparently, Edward had driven his car to Seattle. Which would explain why I had not seen him before the bookstore. He wasn't exactly someone you would forget. For some reason, the fact that he had brought his car bothered me. It was like he had known beforehand that he would need it. I tried to shake off such thoughts. He opened my door for me in a chivalrous fashion, while I simply glared at him. I was acting childish, I knew, but I couldn't seem to stop myself. I hadn't spoken to him since my storming into the bathroom. I had pretty much ruled out the option of him having slipped me something. He didn't seem the type. Besides, he wouldn't have had the opportunity. But why could I not remember anything?

I was sitting dejectedly, staring out the window at the passing scenery, seeing nothing, when Edward began to speak. 'So, Bella. What do you want to talk about?' Was he serious? What did he think I wanted to talk about? I simply glared at him and he seemed to get my meaning. 'Oh, you want to talk about last night.' He waited for my response, and when he received none, he continued. 'Well, I don't really remember all that much. But what I do remember is this. We were in the coffee shop; you told me that you had to go back to the bus so you wouldn't miss it. We rushed to get back, but it was too late. So I offered to drop you home myself and you agreed. You said that you wanted to go get a drink first. I wasn't too sure, but you insisted. We went to the nearest pub and you began to drink. I only had a little, but I never held my drink well. It is apparent now that neither do you. That's all I remember. After that, everything turns fuzzy.' That did not sound like me, but as much as I wanted to disbelieve him, I could not bring myself to. His dizzying smile was out full-force. Why could I not remember anything? It made no sense. He continued to smile down at me and squeezed my hand. My legs turned to jelly and the perpetual scowl on my face melted away. God, he was truly breathtaking.

I spent the remainder of the drive back to Forks contemplating how much my life had changed in just a few short hours. It was simply remarkable. I was married. Married. To a god. Why had he married me? Yes, he had said that he didn't remember it, and was probably, more than likely, incoherent at the time. However, he hadn't seemed completely disgusted at the fact that he had woken up next to someone like me. He actually seemed to like me. Me, plain old Bella. Was he insane?

We arrived in Forks and the panic began to settle in. Charlie! What would he say when he found out that I had married someone within hours of meeting them. At my age! Renee! She'd be even worse. She'd spent my whole life preaching the faults of marriage to me. What about the fact that I was married to, essentially, a stranger? I had known him for mere hours. The gossip we would be forced to endure! I could tell even from my short time at Forks that not a lot happened. And when it did, it was talked to death, and then a bit more for good measure. How long would a divorce take? Long enough that everyone would know, that's for sure.

I turned to Edward and asked him if he had considered any of this. He spent a while mulling it over and finally answered. We had arrived at my house by this point. I got out of the car and waited impatiently. 'Maybe I don't want a divorce. I'll pick you up for school tomorrow.' Then he simply drove off. Great. I'd married someone insane. Could things get any worse? The heavens then proceeded to open. I shouldn't have asked. I ran inside and attempted to prepare myself for Charlie's interrogation as to my whereabouts last night. I warily entered the kitchen to find a note on the table.

Bella,

Gone fishing. Hope you enjoy Seattle. Stay safe. Back in two days.

Love,

Dad

He must have left it yesterday morning and I never saw it. Oh, thank god! I could hide the whole marriage thing from him for a little while longer. Not much, but a little. Today was Sunday. Tomorrow was Monday, which meant school. And questions as to why I was not on the bus on the way back. They would be easy enough to answer. I'd simply say that I had missed the bus and Edward had given me a lift. Which was technically true, with the omission of the marriage in between. Ugh, why had this happened to me? I was completely incapable of coping with it. I tired to busy myself, take my mind off my husband. How could I have a husband, it was ridiculous. It was a dream, that was it! This was all a dream; I would wake up in a cold sweat and feel relief at the fact that I was still unmarried. I closed my eyes and pinched myself. When I opened them, I was still standing in the same spot. However, I was unwilling to give up hope just yet. Then the phone rang. For some reason, this unnerved me. I answered it warily. 'Swan residence.' 'Hello, Bella. I know that I said I'd see you tomorrow, but is it okay if I come over?' I would recognise that velvety voice anywhere, my dear, darling husband. It was as if he had known the lines along which my thoughts were travelling, and had called to simply dash my hopes. 'Fine.' I said through gritted teeth.

He knocked on the door just minutes later. I opened it and there he was in all his glory. He seriously looked just like an angel. 'May I come in?' he asked politely. 'Of course,' I replied sarcastically, 'you are my husband after all.' I was acting like a brat, I knew, but cut me some slack. He didn't seem to take offence at my rude comment though, and simply stepped inside. 'Well,' I demanded. 'Why are you here? What do you want?' 'I am your husband, am I not,' he replied. 'Do I need a reason to visit my wife besides wanting her company?' What was his game? I sighed in defeat. 'Do you want to watch some television or a movie or something?' I asked. 'I would love to.' He replied. We ended up watching Scrubs. It was a good episode, but really which one was not. I was laughing at the comic genius that was the TV show when I sensed Edward looking intently at me. He had somehow slipped closer to me without my knowledge. I was startled at his sheer proximity. 'You're beautiful when you laugh, do you know that?' he breathed. My heart began to beat rapidly in my chest. I felt faint. His crooked, heart-breaking smile returned. Thank god I was sitting down, my legs were now useless. Unfortunately I slumped slightly. However, Edward caught me. The feel of his arms around me was…indescribable. Amazing, exhilarating, so many adjectives that didn't even come close. His face moved closer to mine. My lips parted of their own accord and my lids closed. My heart was hammering against my ribcage and I could've sworn that he could hear it, it was so loud. I had expected the sensation of his lips on mine, but I never received it. I opened my eyes in confusion. For a second, I thought I saw a pained expression flicker across his face, but it was gone so quickly I could not be sure. By the time I had blinked, his face wore an easy expression yet again and he abruptly changed the subject. I felt rejection rush over me. I repulsed him.

For the rest of his stay, I fought off tears. Of course I repulsed him. He was a god, whereas I was plain Jane. The conversation had turned to hobbies and interests and general things that normal couples learned about one another before marriage. Were we a couple? I guess so, we were married after all. He was perfect. A gentleman, funny, kind, beautiful. Perfect. By the time he left, it was dark. And I didn't want him to leave. Pathetic. I walked him to the door and thought that he would simply leave. However, he did not. He looked down at me intently, his eyes searching. 'What's wrong?' he asked. 'You're upset. Have I done something wrong?' How had he known? My thoughts took a complete 180 and I simply wanted him to leave. I didn't want him to see the tears that were glistening just below the surface of my eye-lids. If he didn't leave soon, I would be unable to hold them back and the flood gates would open. On second thought, this would probably happen even if he did leave. Though at least then he would not see them.

Of course, no such luck. I felt my chin being tugged up by his unusually cool fingers. My eyes were immediately drawn to his. Twin pools of gold that were darkening somewhat. I lost myself in the mesmerising orbs. I did not notice how we were gravitating closer to one another. It seemed unstoppable, like the sea toward the moon. Then, he spoke. 'What's wrong, Bella?' Suddenly, I burst into tears. It was unreasonable, I knew. But I'd thought he was different. Apparently, I was wrong. Now, I was embarrassing myself in front of him. And I'd thought he was insane. The thought made me smile sadly. I felt his arms wrap around me. Like he actually cared. I did not know why he was affecting me so much. It must be my period, I reasoned. It's coming up, making me emotional. 'Bella,' he sounded panicked. 'What's wrong?! Please tell me!' he pleaded. 'Do.. I … re-repulse .. y-you?' I questioned through my sobs. He looked at me uncomprehendingly, as if I had just said I was a Martian in some strange, foreign, alien language. Then he kissed me.

Not deeply, or for very long, but it was…amazing. There were no other words for it. There was affection in the kiss. And withheld passion. As if he were afraid he would hurt me. His lips released mine and he smiled at me yet again. I liked to think that the smile was just for me, as crazy as that sounded. 'You do not repulse me, Bella. Quite the opposite, actually. I'm still deciding whether or not that is a good thing.' What was that supposed to mean? He was so cryptic at times. Then he kissed me once more, lightly, on the lips and left.

As I readied myself for bed, I continuously touched my lips. Could it really have happened, or was I truly insane enough to be hallucinating? No, my imagination was incapable of creating such a perfect character as Edward. I snuggled down into bed and pictured his face in my mind. My husband, Edward. The thought brought a smile to my lips. It sounded right. It felt right. I couldn't wait for him to pick me up. I then went on to have sickeningly sweet and sappy dreams about Edward and I. I enjoyed every last second of them.

I woke up feeling more refreshed than I had felt in a long time. I thought of Edward coming to collect me and felt my mouth curve into a wide grin. I rushed to get dressed and ready for school. However, I made more of an effort than I usually would have on my appearance. I was unsurprised to see Edward standing outside by his silver Volvo as soon as I exited the door. He seemed to have an uncanny ability to know exactly when to show up. It was almost as if he could read minds. It seemed that the extra effort this morning had paid off. His eyes trailed appreciatively up and down my form, and I could distinctly see his eyes darkening. I wasn't certain, but I thought that I saw him lick his lips. Good god, was he trying to kill me? Of course, he looked criminally good. Unfairly so. He stood up from the car and I admired how tall he really was. Well over six feet. He came over to me and bent down to plant a chaste kiss upon my lips. It sent shivers up and down my spine. He opened the door for me and I got in. On the way to school, we held hands and spoke about inane things. Though he seemed distracted, troubled even. I asked him about it, but he simply denied it. I decided that it would be best to leave him alone. We arrived at the school and he turned to me with my smile on his face. He got out and proceeded to open my door. I got out and he put his arm around my shoulders.

This received many stares, but Edward made them easy to ignore. 'It's time to introduce you to my family,' he said. He had told me of his brothers and sisters, who also attended this school. They were not related by blood and adopted by Doctor and Mrs. Cullen. Apparently, the other four were all 'together'. None of them had been in on Friday. They had gone hunting with their adoptive parents. Obviously, they were campers. I was quite wary of meeting them, to be quite honest. What if they didn't like me? Edward could see that I was nervous and reassured me. 'Don't worry,' he said. 'They'll love you.' I was in trouble. I was married to Edward. As if that wasn't bad enough, now I was falling for him, hard. I was a fool.

We reached them and the knot in my stomach tightened. Suddenly, I felt a miraculous wave of calm rush over me. How peculiar. 'So, Bella. Firstly, this is Alice, my adoptive sister. And her boyfriend, Jasper.' He pointed to a petite, pixie-like girl with spiky black hair. She smiled at me kindly, but there was an underlying current of sympathy in her expression. 'Hello, Bella.' She seemed to shake off whatever had been bothering her and started to bounce around like a fairy hyped up on crack. Ohkay. Her boyfriend, jasper, was extremely tall with blonde hair. His expression was impassive and he nodded at me in acknowledgement. 'This is Emmett. And his girlfriend, Rosalie.' Emmett reminded me somewhat of an overly sized teddy-bear. He was absolutely huge and rippling with muscles. But his face held a kind and childlike expression. He was grinning goofily and boomed, 'Great to meet you, Bella. Good to see Eddie-boy here getting some action.' Edward shot him a warning glance, which seemed to have a deeper meaning which I could not decipher. They continued to shoot each other glances, as of they were somehow having a silent conversation. Rosalie was a statuesque blonde. She was beautiful, to say the least. Simply being in the same room as her would bruise a girl's ego. She sneered at me superiorly, as if she knew something that I did not and was better than me for it. She seemed like a stuck-up bitch to be quite honest. 'Hello,' she said indifferently, as she flipped her hair carelessly. I wonder of they knew of Edward and my nuptials. 'Oh yeah,' Emmett began, 'Welcome to the family, Bella. I have a feeling that we'll have great fun.' His eyes twinkled. I guess that was yes then. Thankfully, nobody but us heard him. I was not ready for that quite yet. Edward and I bade his family adieu and set off for class. Apparently, we shared identical timetables. How convenient.

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