After the little cliffie I left you with yesterday, I hope this quick update will make up for it. Enjoy.

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Chapter 6

What I was currently holding in my hands, black on white was my birth certificate, explaining everything from my real full name, to the date of my birth, names of my parents... everything. The next paper was a proof of me really being his wife. That I was Isabella Marie Cullen.

As I stared at the evidence in my hands, there was one question that kept nagging me. A question I had to ask him.

"Is this forged?"

The look he gave me was a bit hurt but surprised I would actually think of asking something like that.

"Of course not."

It really was the truth. All of it. He really wasn't lying.

As I stared into those documents I just couldn't not think of how different things would be if the accident never really happened. If I would still be living in the past life, like nothing happened, happy, content -unlike this present life where I learned not to show emotions, to trust no one, to be my own island while living this pathetic, lonely life.

How many times had I imagined stories about my past life...that I'm a famous ballerina dancer. Or a wealthy,successful business woman, maybe even a teacher, or just as simple as a housewife. Well, I certainly got that last part right, it seems.

"I also have some albums...if you want to take a look?" Edward asked quietly.

"Yes," I answered just as equally light and calm, quiet.

The first picture that I saw as I opened the heavy album was me. And Edward. Dancing. Actually, it looked more like we were circling around each other, but what surprised me was the twinkle we both had in our eyes. Both happy, laughing. Looking at each other like we were...in love.

I quickly took a look at another picture of me, dancing again, but with a different guy this time. He was tall, even taller than Edward,his whole body big and muscular, with a dark brown hair and eyes, a teasing smile on his lips, while I was caught blushing. Another look at my dress informed me that this was in fact the wedding album.

The next one seemed to be a family picture of sorts. Edward and I were in front of the line,alone, while three other people behind us. The tall men with a mustache had his hand on my shoulder, a slight proud smile on his face. The other two were on Edward's side, a woman with the similar hair color as his, eyes green, and the blond man with the same smirk I would recognize on Edward, the shape of his face ;especially the jaw -one hundred percent the replica of the same face structure as his son. I could see it now. And if that was true, then that would mean this is...

"Is this ..."

"Your father? Yes."

"And these your parents?"

He nodded. "Yes."

I looked at him, the man that is my father. Except the same color of our eyes,and hair, I really couldn't see the resemblance.

"Are they still alive? My...parents I mean?" For some reason it was hard for me to ask that question. All of it was still so hard to comprehend.

"Ummm...no. Your mom died when you were little and your dad, um, died last year."

"Oh." The pain in my chest momentarily seemed unbearable. He was...dead? Was I never going to meet him again, see him except like this? In a picture?

A single, tiny tear escaped from my eye.

"How?" Was all I asked.

He seemed worried, his hand reaching towards me, my face, but after a reluctant moment, decided against it, putting his hand down.

Clearing his throat, he answered very quietly. "Charlie died while on the police duty. Some robber shot him in the chest while trying to escape. They tried to help him, but there was nothing that could have been done."

With a hard silent sigh, I turned the next page only to see a goofy, silly picture, yet sweet in its own way.

I was hugging two girls with a cheesy grin. One was blond, tall and beautiful, while the next was a little bit shorter than me, a short spiky black hair. The guys were behind, leaning against us, giving us pecks on the cheek. The blond guy in the middle, however was not able to do the same so he raised his hands, giving me, and a girl with the spiky hair bunny ears.

We all looked really comfortable around each other, close.

Without even asking, Edward spoke, explaining everything.

"The big bulky guy is Emmett, my closest, and favorite cousin, who is married to that blond girl, Rosalie, your best friend. The blond guy is her twin brother and a husband to your second best friend, Alice-the girl with the short black hair."

He suddenly sighed, smiling lightly. "It was a great day. Also one of my favorites. You really looked beautiful in your wedding dress, happy, giddy, the way I always wanted you to be. With me."

For the second time today, my eyes were getting filled with moisture.I blinked them a few times, trying to will them away.

"I don't remember any of it."

He gave me a soft smile. "You will. If not, we can always make other memories, right?"

He asked with such insecurity and hope, I didn't know what else to do but nod once, reluctantly.

We both yawned, exhausted, ready for some sleep.

"Come on, let's go to sleep."

"I have nothing comfortable to change into."

"I'll give you something of mine, don't worry. It will be big on you probably, but it's all I have until we buy you some clothes."

"And where will you sleep?"

He smirked just a tiny bit before answering. "Don't worry, I'll be a complete gentleman, and sleep in the living room."

"Oh. Right. But you'll be uncomfortable there..."

Wait,what the hell was I doing? Was I actually convincing him to sleep with me? Not in that way, of course but then the thought of...

I shook my head, trying to get rid of it.

"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

"Okay."

After lifting me in a bridal style and putting me to bed, he covered me with blankets, and wished me a good night with a small smile, a smile that lulled me quickly into a dreamless sleep.