I am posting this one early since I won't be around on Monday to do it. :( No Daddyward this time, but I kinda liked him anyway. :)

Penname: kyla713
Creative Original or Derivative Fiction: Derivative

Rating/Warning(s): M

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Prompt: Phrase Catch: Headstrong

"No... No! I said I needed it delivered by today, not Monday. That would be an ultimate waste of time, since the dinner it's meant for is on Saturday!" she exclaimed into her bluetooth, pacing around the bedroom as she got dressed. "Look, I have seventy-five guests coming, and they will not all fit around the table in there now, let alone the food to deed them. Fix it!"

I leaned against the doorway of the adjoining bathroom, restraining a smirk as she ended the call and threw the phone and the earpiece onto the still rumpled blankets on the bed.

"Baby, don't you think you're taking this a little too seriously?" I chuckled, walking over to her and sliding my arms around her as she put her earrings on.

He eyes rose to meet mine in the mirror, my gaze holding hers as I lightly kissed her neck. "Actually, no I don't. This is our rehearsal dinner, Edward. This is almost as important as the wedding and reception, it has to be perfect."

"Would you like me to call them and try calmly talking to them to find out what's going on? You sounded a bit like a raving madwoman."

"I am not a raving madwoman. I am just determined to have everything associated with this wedding to go off without a hitch."

Normally, I loved the headstrong personality of my fiancee, since without it, we might never have met as I was always too shy to talk to her. But for the last few weeks, as the wedding was quickly approaching – now only a week away- it had made her frantic, causing her to become nearly unapproachable.

"Bella, if you don't relax, I'm going to be forced to drag you to Vegas to elope before you give yourself a coronary."

When her eyes widened and met mine in the mirror again, I braced myself for another explosion. With detailed explanations of the painstaking process over the last year and a half for this picturesque wedding, how inconsiderate I was to dismiss our families' desire to watch us marry, and last but not least, what I'm sure were her own dreams of a fairytale wedding from the time she was a little girl.

Imagine my astonishment when I reopened my eyes after several moments of silence, finding her facing me with tears in her eyes. "Really?"

My brow furrowed as her gaze turned almost hopeful as she looked up at me. "What?"

"Would you really do that?" she asked, placing her hands on my chest.

"What about the wedding?" I responded, still gazing at her in disbelief.

"I don't care about that!" she exclaimed, tears finally slipping over her lids and down her cheeks. "This is what my parents want, and what your parents want. No one has stopped for five minutes since the moment we announced our engagement to ask what I want, or what you want, and it's our damn wedding!"

I slowly wrapped my arms around her shoulders as she buried her face in my chest, crying into my shirt. Not once in all the years I'd known her had I seen her break down this way, over anything. She was the strongest woman I knew, never showing a moment of vulnerability to anyone, not even me. So to feel her crumbling in my embrace as our bodies sank to the floor, he arms gripping tightly around my waist, was baffling me and breaking my heart all at once. I was at a loss of what to do.

"What do you want, Bella?" I whispered into her hair as I cradled her in my lap.

"To marry you, Edward," she said softly, turning her cheek to rest on my chest and tracing slow circles on my shirt pocket with her fingertip. "I don't want the heavy, uncomfortable dress that I'm paying an arm and a leg for, to wear it once. Or to be surrounded by hundreds of people, of which I only know a handful. And for these same people to sit around waiting for me to cry while I'm reciting my vows, or dictating when I kiss my husband by obnoxiously clinking their glasses. I don't want any of that. I just want to marry you and start our life together. Why does it all have to be so complicated?"

I gently stroked her hair as she vented, pressing my lips against her forehead as she hugged herself against me again. "How fast can you pack?"

Her tear-filled eyes rose back up to look at me. "Yeah?"

I leaned down to give her a gentle kiss. "You pack for a few days away, and I'll call the airline."

She brought her hands to the sides of my face, pulling my lips roughly to hers and straddling my lap. "I love you so damn much."

x-x-x

24 hours later

Lying on the king size bed in the honeymoon suite we'd booked for the weekend, our legs tangled together under the sheets while my hand ran through her hair along her back. She smiled contentedly as she gazed at our laced fingers, bringing them to her lips and gently brushing them over the gold band that now resided on my left hand.

"What are you thinking about?" I whispered as her body pressed more firmly against my side before she looked up at me.

"About how pissed off our families are going to be," she replied, chuckling into my shoulder and gently kissing the skin there, then propping her chin on my chest. "And how much I don't care right now, it was worth it. That ceremony was everything I could have ever wanted. Just you and me, it was perfect."

Her lips pressed against mine, sucking gently at my bottom lip as her fingers trailed down my abdomen, taking my length into her hand. I groaned softly as her fingers wrapped around me and began their slow, purposeful movements.

"And how much I'd really like my husband to make love to me right now."

Her tongue slid between my lips, kissing me deeply as each movement of her hand brought my erection to life even more. After four years together, she knew how to work my body even better than I did at times; and this was one of those times.

Rolling her onto her back, I settled between her leg as her hands held onto my shoulders in anticipation. "Is that so?"

She nodded slowly, tracing her fingertips along my shoulder blades and her eyes staring intensely into mine. "I love you, Mr. Cullen."

"I love you too, Mrs. Cullen," I murmured softly against her lips before sealing them with mine as I entered her again.