Hey guys! I'm sorry I've been gone for such a long time. To make it short, my depression has-once again- gotten the worst outta me and I didn't want it to affect the story.

Place a kiss on my cheekbone
Then you vanish me
I'm buried in the snow
But something tells me I'm not alone
But lovers hold on to everything
And lovers hold on to anything

-Ellie Goulding, Figure 8

I stared at him at him completely bewildered. "Did you just say… I should…?"

He grinned. "I may be considered a horrible man by many, but I won't stand in the way of my only daughter's happiness."

Squealing I threw myself into his arms.

"WHAT?!"

I turned around and saw Edward looking at us in shock.

"You want me to marry Bella? Bella to marry me? Like… like… say our vows… in a church… in front of a minister?!"

His words stung me in the worst way possible. They ripped at my heart like nothing else… He had told me he wanted this… me… so many times… and now?

"I suppose you shouldn't have a problem with that? Considering the inappropriate amount of time you spent in her room… at night. Because trust me if there is I will destroy you. It may not be the 19th century anymore but among us rich…"

Edward started grinning, which cut father of imidiently. "You're really serious? We can get married?"

"I already said that, didn't I? God son are you deaf?"

"No. Just dreaming. You really are serious, aren't you?"

Father just nodded.

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To say we raised many eyebrows with our statement 8 days later would be an understatement. The servant and the swan, they called us. Of course there were also many rumors. Some said I was pregnant, others that Edward was simply using me for my money. Our wedding was set for August the 13th 1939, more than a year after our engagement was announced. I suppose father still hoped I would change my mind and leave Edward. Yeah as if I could. I had never felt the way I did with him. It was completely consuming, intense even scary at times, but most of all it was wonderful. I felt as if I could never get enough of him. He was my forever and if his behavior towards me was any indication then I was his.

He was there for me in the following year like nobody else ever could. The day my father died he held me the whole time. He never left my side, refusing to eat or drink until I did. The funeral wasn't much different. Every single person my dad had met in his short life probably came to see the great Charles Swan being buried 6 foot under. Edward never left my side, holding my hand like the perfect fiancé he was. It was only weeks after that I caught a terrible flu. He looked after me the whole time, although he was ill himself. Only after Esme threatened him with peeling potatoes in the kitchen all day-something my Edward hated with a passion- did he actually lie down. Which meant poor Esme had to watch after both of us.

Although it may not seem like it, our life together was perfect. We spent our days planning our wedding, both of us waiting eagerly for the when we could finally say our vows.

We really had a great life. Until war came and changed everything.

Hey so I know this is shorter than my other chapters but I wanted it out there as fast as possible. I'm really, really sorry for the delay but I can't promise you it won't happen again. I'll start working on the next one right away though.

Till next time. LYA