Warning…they have a small fight here which may offend some, but it's nothing too horrible!

Two weeks went by, and the wedding was just a few days away. Knowing that James would be showing up soon was putting me on edge, though Edward wasn't freaking out like I thought he would be. I was starting to wonder if maybe he had forgotten. Edward and I had been great and we were on a perfect streak. We were cuddling and fucking whenever we had the chance. I really loved the little honeymoon stage we were in, and I was being extra attentive, hoping it would help his mood once James arrived.

My face looked pretty good, and I wasn't going to need very much makeup to cover it up. The cut had healed nicely, and Edward kissed the scar every chance he got. I knew he felt bad, but it was his mark on me, so I think he liked it at the same time. The night before James was supposed to arrive, Edward and I were sitting on our couch. I had my legs stretched out and my back was resting against the arm of the couch. Edward had his head on my stomach and one of his hands was rubbing my legs while the other was wrapped around my waist. I was a little uncomfortable, but he was content, so that was all that mattered.

"Do you want some popcorn?" I asked as my stomach grumbled.

He shrugged his shoulders, but I knew he would eat some if I made it. I rolled off the couch and Edward slapped my ass as I started to walk away. I popped the popcorn, and just as I dumped it into a bowl, I heard the doorbell. I knew Edward would answer it because he was the man of the house, so I grabbed two sodas, and headed back into the living room. When I got there, Sue was walking in.

"Hey, Bells," she said with a nervous giggle.

"Hey, whatcha doin' here?" I asked as Edward glared at me.

"I was just on my way home from the store and I wanted to talk to you without your dad around," she said, sitting down.

"Okay, can I get you something to drink?" I asked as Edward plopped down on the couch. I knew he was annoyed.

"No, but thank you anyway. We are all going out to dinner tomorrow and I just wanted to give you an invite," she said quickly.

"Who all is going to be there?" Edward asked; I already knew the answer.

"My sister and her family. I know you may have a problem with it, but I would really love for everyone to get along. My sister and her family are all I have left of my extended family. It's my wedding, and I really don't think that is too much to ask," she said quickly.

I looked at Edward and he just rolled his eyes.

"Don't worry about a thing, we will be there. I give you my word that there will be no problems. I'm happy for you and my dad," I said with a smile.

I knew Edward was going to have something to say, but I knew I would win. There was really no need for anyone to fight.

"Okay, I'm going to go, but we will see you tomorrow. I'll text you where we are going. Your dad is being picky," she said as we laughed.

My dad was weird when it came to going out to dinner. I thought it was crazy that he was even thinking about it for the simple fact that we almost always ended up going to the Lodge; it was his favorite. I walked to the door with Sue and she stopped before she left.

"I'm sorry for stopping by like this. Edward didn't look too happy," she whispered.

"Don't worry about it. He's probably more pissed he had to move off the couch," I laughed.

"I know it will be uncomfortable, but the two of you are married now, so there shouldn't be any problems, right?" she whispered again.

"I have no problem with James, and James has no problems with my relationship. Edward will get over it, I promise," I said, trying to reassure her.

Once she kind of believed me, she left. I took a deep breath before heading back into the living room. I acted like she hadn't even shown up; I knew that was the best way. I picked up the bowl of popcorn and sat close to my husband.

"We aren't going. If there was a way to get out of the wedding, we wouldn't go to that, either," he said as I ate more popcorn.

"You don't have to go," I said as he laughed without humor.

"You say some stupid shit sometimes," he snapped.

"Edward, I know how you feel about this, but it's not going to change anything. I'm going with or without you," I said as he shifted so he was facing me.

"I'm your husband!"

"You are," I agreed easily.

"You will do as I say," he said, slapping the bowl out of my hands.

As the popcorn scattered across the floor, my anger rose. I would be the one cleaning that shit up.

"If you don't want me to go alone, you will go and you will not cause problems. Do you understand me?" I asked, getting in his face a little.

"I don't want to have dinner with your ex!"

"He'll be my cousin soon, so you really have nothing to worry about," I said as Edward smashed his hand into my face. I hated when he did that.

"Don't talk to me like it's no big deal! How would you like to have dinner with one of my ex-girlfriends?"

"I wouldn't care!" I said, half lying; I knew it would probably piss me off. "You are mine and I know it! I swear to god, I will get your name tattooed on my ass if that would make you less jealous! Why don't you trust me?" I asked with a pout.

"I do trust you! It's him I don't trust," he yelled as my eyes filled with tears.

"This marriage isn't going to work if you can't do this for me. I'm going tomorrow with or without you. If you are not there, we are over," I said as I headed for our room.

I was standing firm on this. Yes, it sucked that he had to sit at the same table as James, but oh-fucking-well. Edward and I were married. There was nothing more I could do to prove to him that I was his. I got ready for bed and lay down with the book I was currently reading. I couldn't really concentrate on it, though. I wished Edward would come to me, but he didn't. If this was the way he wanted it, then whatever. This was for my family, and I would do the same for him. I'm sure I would act like a brat, but I would go and be friendly if he asked me to. I would never demand that we not go.

After reading the same page five times, I gave up, tossing the book on my nightstand and shutting off the light. I hated that he still hadn't come into the bedroom. I refused to go find him, though. He was in the wrong with this, not me. When I heard movement outside the door, I rolled over on my belly and acted like I was asleep. Edward walked into the bedroom, being obnoxiously loud. He turned on the light and started slamming shit around. I stayed on my stomach and still acted like I was sleeping.

"I know you aren't sleeping," he said, yanking the blankets off me.

"You are being an asshole. It is what it is, there is nothing left to fight over," I said, sitting up to pull the blankets back around me. "I get it, I do, but we're married, and I feel like that means nothing to you."

He walked to me quickly, fisted the collar or my shirt, and pulled me close to him.

"Don't you ever threaten our marriage again. If you do, I promise you will regret it," he said, pushing me roughly down onto the bed. "I have every right to be upset over this! What if you see him and all your feelings come back? What am I supposed to do then?"

"That's not going to happen! I fucking love you! I married you, you stupid asshole!" I yelled as I lay back down.

Before I knew it, Edward was on top of me, his right hand gripping both of my wrists easily, while his left hand went straight to mouth, his fingers digging into my cheeks. I flinched automatically at the fast movements of his body flying onto mine, but if he saw, he didn't show it.

"You listen, and listen good," Edward hissed. "Don't call me an asshole again, or I'll do much worse than put a cut on your pretty little cheek. You might feel like I'm acting stupid with my jealousy, but I have my reasons. You need to learn your goddamn place here in our house, and it's behind me. I am the man of this house. I have control over you and where you go and who you see. I deserve respect. I will not allow for you to continue to try and walk all over me. You understand?"

"Yesh, Edward," I whispered as well as I could with my lips smashed against his fingers.

"Fucking you seems to be the only way to put you back in your place," he said, releasing my jaw and sitting back. "But that only lasts a week at most. Then your attitude comes back with a vengeance."

I was rubbing my sore jaw and watching Edward pace in front of the bed. He didn't look mad anymore; he looked...pensive. He seemed to be deep in thought about how to proceed next. He was confusing me because he kept talking out loud to himself.

"I don't understand," I said quietly, feeling like crap that I made him feel like I walked all over him.

I never wanted to disappoint him or make him feel inferior, but sometimes his way of thinking angered me and I lashed out. He didn't deserve my anger for the most part, but he was right: I had been walking all over him - using his new-found kindness over my injury to my advantage, and that was wrong.

"I mean, while fucking you into submission is fun and great, the effect doesn't last long enough," he replied, glancing my way. "I need a new way to get through to you. I need something that will make this stick in that pretty little head of yours."

"I was fucking angry," I spat. "That doesn't mean I don't submit to your will ninety-nine percent of the time!"

Edward chuckled darkly and pulled me up by my arms so that I was on my knees on the bed in front of him, eye level with his abdomen.

"How could you have handled your anger better?" he asked, looking down on me.

"Excuse me?" I asked incredulously.

"How could you have handled your anger better?" he repeated.

"I don't understand."

"What could you have said differently, to get your point across to me, in a better way that wouldn't have ended in a fight like the one we just had?" he asked, talking to me as if I was a child.

I sat back on the heels of my feet and thought about that.

"I don't really know," I said, trying to think back on the last thirty minutes. "I shouldn't have gotten in your face, but I was angry that you threw the popcorn out of my hands...you shouldn't have done that."

"I'm not asking you what you think I should have or shouldn't have done, Isabella," Edward snapped. "I'm asking what you could have done and said differently."

"Gee, I don't know, dad," I said icily. "Stop treating me like a child."

"Then stop acting like one! Now, answer the question before I turn you over my knee," he said calmly while getting in my face once more.

Knowing that the threat was not an idle one, I thought about what he wanted me to say.

"I should have spoken to you more reasonably," I began. "Asking you to talk to me, instead of making my own demands."

"Give me an example," Edward demanded, pacing once more.

"I could have said, 'Edward, will you please talk to me about this and see if we can come to an agreement? Something that will please us both?'" I replied, questioningly.

"And what could you have said differently instead of threatening our marriage?" he asked.

I thought back to what I said and in what context I had said it. It wasn't easy. At that point I was running off pure emotions and adrenaline.

"I shouldn't have given you an ultimatum," I admitted. "I could have said, 'I wish you would go to the dinner, but as your wife, my place is by your side.' I shouldn't have demanded that if you didn't conform to my request, then we were over."

By now I had realized just how wrong I was in treating Edward the way I did, and it felt like someone had punched me in the gut - practically knocking the wind right out of me. Tears fell down my cheeks, and becoming embarrassed, I kept my head down. I behaved no better than the child he was treating me like.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Thank you, Bella," Edward said, coming to stand in front of me again.

This time though, he moved behind me on the bed and put his legs around me, so that my back was to his chest. I could feel his breathing and made mine match his. Slowly, my breathing evened out and my body relaxed - something that only Edward could do for me. He would bring me down from the emotional cliff that I was toeing. Edward may have been wrong in some of the things he said and did, but he only reacted to me. Every action causes a reaction, and only I was to blame for the results.

I leaned my head back against his shoulder as his hands made their way from massaging my scalp, down to my shoulders, and then slowly across my chest and down my stomach. I could feel my stomach muscles quiver underneath his fingers, and goose bumps broke out across my skin. No one could make me feel this way, and I prayed that it stayed like this forever.

"I need you," I whispered, running my fingers over his hands.

He tipped my head to the side and he kissed me slowly. Our lips were soft against each other. All we had done for the most part is fuck, and I was pretty sure we overdue for some love-making. My fingernails scratched his scalp and he moaned into my mouth. He broke away from my lips, but kept kissing down my neck.

"I love you," I told him as I moved against his hard cock.

"Mm, I love you, too," he said into my neck.

His hand went to the hem of my shirt and he pulled it slowly up my torso. My nipples hardened into tight pebbles as the cool air hit my bare skin. His hands softly ran over my breasts and we went back to our passionate kissing. It had been so long since we had done anything slow and I was more than ready for him. I loved the way his hands felt on my skin. There was no other feeling in the world that could compare. He broke our kiss again, and we just stared into each other's eyes. There was no more anger or rage in his eyes, and that made me very happy to see. I gave him a small smile and he gave me one in return. He was so handsome when he smiled; he really didn't do it often enough, but I was going to make sure that he smiled more often. I bit my lip as my hands went behind my back and tugged at his boxers. He lifted his hips without breaking eye contact with me, and I pulled them down just enough to free his cock.

He was so hard and ready for me. He started kissing my shoulder as he pushed my pajama pants out of the way. He ran his teeth across my skin, making my entire body shake. He knew just what I liked.

"I want to stay just like this," he said as he ran his finger down my wet sex.

I moaned and nodded my head in understanding. He lifted me up so I was hovering over his erection. I took it in my hand and lined us up perfectly, before lowering myself down on him, whimpering the whole way. He felt so good. I planned on keeping our pace nice and slow.

"So good," I moaned as I moved myself up and down slowly.

That was how I wanted it, and if he wanted it faster, he was going to have to do the work himself.

"Oh, baby," he groaned into my neck as his teeth scraped my skin again.

His hands were all over me. He moved my head to where he wanted it while rubbing my shoulder and arms. He would roll my nipples as his hands went down my front, and then he would rub my clit every now and then. I was falling apart in his lap, under his hands.

"Edward," I squeaked out as my climax approached.

My movements became faster when his hand wrapped lightly around my neck. As I came, he squeezed my neck and bit my shoulder. It was so intense that I felt like I was going to cry. That was what I needed.

"Fuck, baby…" he said, smoothing my ruffled hair. "So good, Bella. So fucking good," he said as he pushed himself into me. "You're going to make me cum."

"I love you so fucking much."

"I fucking love you, too," he said as our lips met once more.

Our kiss wasn't as slow this time, but it was full of all our love. I needed him to know how much I loved him, craved him, and needed him. "Bella…" he grunted out as he filled me.

"Oh Edward, that was great," I said as we slouched against each other.

"It's always great," he said as I lifted my head to kiss him. He rolled us over so we were lying on our sides as he cuddled in close to me. "Don't ever leave me."

"Never," I promised just before sleep claimed us both.

This is the start of the James drama! See you all on Friday hopefully!

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