For those of you who follow me on Twitter, you may have seen that the last few days have been seriously non-productive for me. Wherever the muse last week came from, apparently she has returned there. But I am attempting to coax her back, so that I may finish updates for Late Night Encounters, Only You Can Save Me, and Don't Ever Forget. And since it was VERY difficult for me to keep this under the 500 word limit, seems that things are looking up *fingers crossed and knocks on wood*


Penname: kyla713
Creative Original or Derivative Fiction: Derivative

Rating/Warning(s): M

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Prompt: Binding Blurb: Write a blurb or a short entry—no more than 500 words on the given topic: Cheating

The world had gone completely crazy around me. Mike had left Jessica after he caught her in their bed with her aerobics instructor. Ben took off to California with another woman, leaving a devastated – not to mention, eight months pregnant – Angela in his wake.

Did no one believe in fidelity anymore?

Here I sat on the eve of my wedding, with more than the normal pre-wedding jitters. Yesterday, there was no doubt in my mind that we would be different. Edward loved me.

But was that enough?

Slipping out of the bed, I looked make sure Alice was sound asleep and snuck out of the house with my pure and shoes, heading out to my car.

To hell with superstitions, I needed him.

Hurrying into the house, I heard the shower running inside the master bathroom and glanced down at my watch. It was two in the morning. Why wasn't he asleep?

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, turning the doorknob, almost afraid to open them again. The sounds emitting from him were not promising.

Just how much fun did he have at his bachelor party tonight?

"Oh fuck," he breathed out heavily and I finally opened my eyes to find him alone.

Sighing in relief, I sat down on the toilet seat and buried my face in my hands. You are so paranoid, Bella.

"Baby?" I heard his voice, looking up to find him wrapping a towel around his waist. I smiled weakly, embarrassed by my assumptions. "What are you doing here? Are you okay?"

Gripping the edges of the toilet, I broke my gaze from his and looked down, nodding quickly.

"Bella, you're supposed to be at Alice's. What's going on?" he asked gently, crouching in front of me and taking my face in his hands.

"I couldn't sleep. I can't without you there anymore," I stammered softly, leaning into his touch.

"This is the last night you'll have to," he spoke softly, brushing my lips with his.

"Promise?" I replied, searching his eyes.

His head tilted slightly as he gazed at me and shook slightly. "Is that what this is about?"

His tone was soft, but I still bit my lip and looked down, unable to respond.

"Bella," he whispered, pulling my lip free with his thumb. "I love you. And I wouldn't be taking those vows tomorrow if I wasn't in this for forever. I want you with me always."

"Then don't let me go. Not even tonight," I replied, running my fingertips along his jaw.

"What about Alice… and traditions," he asked in between kisses.

"She'll survive and I don't believe in them anymore," I murmured, removing his towel and wrapping my legs around him.

"Me either," he replied huskily, lifting me up and carrying me to our bed.

Ten years and two beautiful children later, he still had yet to leave my side once.