A/N: This is chapter 2 of my version of the sequel to "Healing Her Wounds." The wonderful characters are owned by Stephenie Meyer and the original that inspired me is the ingenious work of Raine Delmont.

BPOV

Alice had decided that the wedding should take place in Forks, the place where Edward and I met, and in the meadow where Edward and I had spent so much time. She had instructed Esme to design a beautiful, small chapel for the ceremony, and had forced Carlisle, Emmett, Jasper, and Edward to volunteer their services to construct it.

Edward turned me to face him and lowered his face to mine. His lips gently brushed my nose and each of my cheeks before his lips found mine. No matter how many times he kissed me I would never get used to the electricity it sent through my body. "Let's go," he said, flashing me his crooked grin. When he smiled like that at me I would pretty much agree to anything.

We ran east for a while, just enjoying the rush of the wind and the sounds of the woodland creatures that were brave enough to be in hearing distance of us. Running with Edward made me feel so free, so alive. After a long stretch of dense trees we caught the scent of some mountain lions, Edward's favorite. I had taken a liking to them as well, they tasted so much better than the deer and elk that Edward had me start out with after my change. I think it scared him to think of me with anything that could be considered dangerous to a human. After all, he was used to protecting me, not watching me handle predators as though they were children's toys. It was getting easier for him, though. Once we had both satisfied ourselves with our prey we decided to go to our meadow. Edward said he wanted to show me the progress on the chapel, and I was happy to oblige. I was even happier to prolong my next shopping trip with Alice to yet another florist or rental company.

As would happen often, my thoughts turned to Allie. She had been gone a year now, although I could not remember any details about how that happened. I'm sure my face must have reflected my thoughts, because Edward soon asked "Are you thinking about Mike again?" He never asked this in an accusatory way, just in understanding of the sad confusion I felt. He of all people knew that I never loved Mike. I was aware that I was forced into marrying him after being forced upon by him, resulting in our daughter. At the time it didn't really matter to me who I was with if it wasn't Edward. "How can I truly think about someone whom I know nothing about?" I whispered, my gaze drifting down to my hand, back to my ring. "I can't even remember his face."

"I doubt you'd want to," Edward reassured me, his hand sliding slowly down the length of my back. A pleasant shiver ran down my spine in reaction to his touch. "He was an ugly person, Bella, inside and out. I'm still trying to get him out of my head."

"I was thinking about Allie, actually." A new kind of understanding look came over Edward then. "Sometimes I feel like I need to remember what happened to her, but at the same time I'm scared."

"Bella," Edward said tenderly, "you don't need to torture yourself like that. You know in your heart that terrible things were done, and that your mind chose not to remember to protect you. I cannot bear to see you go through that pain again when there is no need."

"Tell me," I said. "Tell me again about when you met her." I loved the story of how Allie fell in love with Edward instantly. She had taken to the Cullens as if she were born into that family instead of to a cruel father that never loved her. I loved the way Edward was with her, willing to do almost anything just to win a smile from her. "Okay love, if you wish."

We sat in the meadow and I listened to happy stories about the only other female that had captured Edward's heart. I loved to hear about the afternoon that Allie met Edward and Auntie Alice. Edward actually ate almost a whole bowl of ice cream just to see Allie smile. I knew it was less than appetizing and that he would have to throw it up later, but he didn't even flinch because it was what she wanted. She knew instinctively that she was safe with him, that he loved her as if she was his.

"Feeling a little better, love?" Edward asked. "Yes, for now. Thank you." I looked deep into his eyes and reached up and stroked the side of his beautiful face with my hands before pulling him down to me so our lips could meet. As was his signature move, he started kissing me gently at first, then building up momentum until both of us were lost in our own world. Our kisses became more intense as he pulled me on top of him in the tall grass of our meadow. I remembered kissing him as a human, and this was so far from that. He didn't have to exercise control anymore. We could both let our passion lead us wherever it needed to.

Slowly he ran one of his hands down the side of my blouse while the other hand gently cradled my face against his. Slowly he raised his eyes to mine and whispered, "Bella, you are so beautiful." I smiled and that seemed to inspire him to continue on his journey down past my hip, then slowly on to the inside of my thigh. I couldn't help but let a little moan escape my lips. "Oh, Edward…" That seemed to ignite more passion, and the next thing I knew my blouse and his Polo shirt were all but wayward pieces of fabric about 4 feet away from us. My hands found their way across Edward's chiseled abdomen, enjoying the feel of his shape as it moved to get as close as possible to mine.

Swiftly Edward managed to negotiate the rest of our clothing safely off to the side, somehow remaining aware that we needed a few things to wear when we returned to the house. As I lay there in his arms, nothing between us, I could only concentrate on the feel of his skin against mine, one of his arms around my bare waist, the other exploring the contours of my breast, moaning slightly as his hand rubbed over my aroused nipple. Our lips never separated, our tongues eagerly exploring each other's mouths, our legs intertwined. I ran one of my hands down the side of his body, pausing at the spot where his thigh met his torso.

I could tell from the pressure against my abdomen that Edward wanted me as much as I wanted him at that moment. Finally, when neither of us could wait any longer, Edward gently flipped us over, positioned himself over me and brought our bodies together as one. Nothing ever felt so natural to me, so in sync. When we made love our bodies moved together as if we were simply two pieces of a puzzle, perfectly matched. The rhythm and movement continued until our simultaneous release, and we held each other for an hour, just enjoying the pure bliss and tranquility of our meadow. We would have been happy to stay there all day if it weren't for one thing. We were no longer alone.

OK – a little cliffie. More tomorrow! Please review – good or bad! I can take it. 