Yet another chapter for you to enjoy.

Disclaimer, I do not own anything to do with 'Twilight' (sadly), it belongs to Stephanie Meyer. Nor do I own 'The Host' which also belongs to Miss Meyer.

I had moved after Edward to join him in the shower and maybe have some fun but he shut the finely crafted pine door almost in my face, although was too much of a gentleman to slam it or actually allow it to hit my face. I heard the lock click shut. Maybe he felt a bit ashamed about ruining his gorgeous clothes and staying away from me the whole night. I was just glad that he had returned safe and sound. I moved into the sitting room and sank gracefully onto the sofa, stylish and comfortable but fitting in with the quaint feel of the cottage, one of Alice's choices I was certain. I picked up a book from the side table, 'The Host', I was about halfway through, I had really enjoyed it, such an innovative idea, a love triangle involving two bodies, I wondered how the author had come up with such ideas. As I thumbed through the book trying to find my place I listened to Edward in the shower and the small, familiar sounds he made as he washed himself.

Slowly I felt myself relax.

Getting lost in the familiar sounds and scents.

Edward emerged from the shower and I shifted slightly so I could see him, his lower half was swathed in a fluffy cream towel. His chest was like virgin snow, a beautiful white expanse, the subtle contours of his pecs and abs defined by slight shadows cast by the midday sun that streamed through the window, water droplets sat on his chest, frozen to his cool skin. The book in my hands dropped slightly as my eyes moved up his chest to his face. His wet hair was plastered to his head but he pushed it up out of his liquid gold eyes with his large hands that were both strong and gentle at the same time, I shivered at the thought of those perfect hands on my body, no longer cold as ice. He met my eyes and gave me a small smile, just enough tooth shown between those perfect rose red lips to have me wanting more, before turning around, the towel riding low on his hips and the taught muscles of his back sliding under his skin as he reached for the door of our bedroom and opened it.

I returned to my book but I was to distracted by thoughts of my perfect husband to read, words blurred together into meaningless pictograms as I studied the same paragraph three times trying to string together a meaning. I was still struggling on that paragraph when Edward returned, clad only in a pair of jeans, they hugged his slim hips riding low like that towel, not low enough in my opinion but I would live. He kissed me gently on the lips.

'I'm sorry about worrying you.' He apologised quietly, sincerely. I smiled up at him, forgiving him instantly. He sat next to me and I curled up into his body. With one arm around me, his fingers running distractedly and distractingly through my hair he picked up 'Romeo and Juliet' thumbing to the Queen Mab speech. 'Mercutio really is an interesting character.' he muttered to me, his eyes moving quickly over the page.

'Yes, but I identify more with Juliet.' I replied, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

His neck twitched.

'Let's just enjoy reading together.' He replied gently, kissing my forehead before returning to his book. He didn't seem to realise how difficult he was making it to read for me, the feeling of his hard muscles pressed against my body, his perfect scent the only thing in my nostrils, the quiet sound of his breathing, although it wasn't necessary for him to breathe. I didn't need to read though, the plot wasn't as enrapturing as my perfect husband. I snuggled close to him.

Perfect.

We stayed like that until twilight came upon our beautiful cottage, I don't think I ever got past that paragraph, I was just content to lay in Edward's arms. I think he must have read the whole play. Finally he got up and stretched, lithe and cat like.

'Let's go up to the house, try and find Renesme' He held out a hand which I took.

He pulled me gently from the sofa before releasing my hand and walking to the door, his gait and infinitely more grace than I could muster, whatever he said. I followed him without a word, something I would do into hell and back. He was my Prince Charming, handsome, chivalrous, perfect really, no longer distant or cold like he was at first. We walked up to the house and as studied the back of his head, even that was beautiful, his russet hair grazing the top of his collar, never styled but never a hair out of place.

The sunset stained the house with pink and gold hues against the almost black grass. The sounds of cheery chatter reached us and I smiled. As I followed Edward into the house I left his side and joined Alice, Esme, Rosalie and Renesme in the kitchen, they were all admiring Renesme's new dress. Rosalie had bought it while shopping. It was pale pink with white lace and gold detaling. It was beautiful.

'Go try it on.' I urged her. 'Jacob and your father will love it.' She ran upstairs to try it on. 'Thank you Rosalie, it's beautiful.' Rosalie nodded and gave me a tiny smile. We had reached a tentative truce, she spoiled my daughter rotten and I only talked to my daughter, it kept the peace.

Renesme ran back into the room and twirled, the skirt lifting as she did. It looked fantastic on her.

'Come on, let's go show your father and Jacob.' I said as I took her hand and led her into the sitting room, Rosalie, Alice and Esme following me. As I entered I saw Edward, Jasper and Emmet in conversation while Carlisle and Jacob chatted in a corner. The look on Edward's and Jacob's faces as they saw Renesme would have made my heart beat faster, had it still been beating.

Jacob left Carlisle and picked Renesme up, spinning around with her as she squealed in glee. I moved to sit beside my husband and put a hand on his knee, as he watched Renesme. Our wonderful family.

Perfect.

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