Lemon

The I Do

Today

"Okay please be seated," Jasper smiles at Edward with pride.

I squeeze Edward's hand. He's trying hard to not burst. I can tell.

We both know a secret we can't share. Tightly we hold onto it through our ceremony.

"Bella. Your vows. Repeat after me," Jasper smiles at me.

Nervous I clear out my throat. I follow Jasper's lead grinning when I get to the 'I do.'

"It's my absolute honour and privilege to pronounce you husband and wife. Kiss her Edward," he grins.

Our guests laugh as he pulls me in for a kiss. It's sweet, passionate and filled with promise. A pledge to do life together.

Before I notice his lips pull away he is pulling me back down the aisle toward the house. I wave at whatever guests I can catch in my line of sight.

I notice some cousins, an uncle. My grandfather claps while whispering something to my cousin's husband. Everyone is here to celebrate our love.

When we arrive in the house Edward goes to gift me with a champagne but stops at the realisation.

"Oh. That," he smirks.

"So he gave you his note?" I smile.

"The one that said 'thanks for making me a big brother?" He raises an eyebrow.

"That would be it," I laugh as he pulls me into his arms.

"You waited till our wedding day when I couldn't hug or kiss you," he smiles, "but I was so excited. I didn't tell him. I wanted you to be there for that."

"I just wanted it to be special," I shrug.

"It was. I'll never forget it," Edward kisses me deeply, "on our first step toward forever we've already another way to show for it."

"This time please don't let me eat so many pickles," I whisper in his ear.

He laughs happily. The happiest I think I've ever seen him.

"Do we tell?" He asks.

"I'd rather not," I shrug.

"People might ask why you're not drinking wine," he offers.

"Well you can take sips from my glass when no one is looking," I smile, "oh but maybe refrain from telling Alice. I think it might crush her."

"I know. We can cross that bridge gently another time. I want this to stay our secret," he smiles, "we can tell Mason later. When he won't blab."

"Guys," Rosalie walks into the room beaming, "Come on. It's reception time. I want to dance with my beautiful bride."

"She is mine," Edward kisses my cheek.

The place looked incredible.

Emmett and Jasper had pulled it together fantastically. There were several round tables through the backyard. Plants and candles adding to my ordered decorations.

"It's incredible," I whisper to Edward.

He sat beside me at our own little table. My parents sat with Esme and Carlisle. Our bridal party also together.

"Like you," he kisses my cheek.

"Baby," I whisper, "thank you. For a while I didn't think we weren't going to get here."

"I was always going to marry you. Sun, rain or hail. There was no doubt," he kisses my hand, "now it's time for the rest of forever."

"Emmett watch it," Alice yells.

I don't need to turn and look to know the cake is on the floor. I know for a fact it is. The noise is enough. Edward looking over my shoulder in frustration is more than enough.

"He tipped the cake over," Edward whispers.

Hugging I look over.

Emmett lay on the floor with three tiers of cake covering his torso and face. He looks at me in panic.

I should be angry.

But after the week I have I just go into flight mode.

Laughter completely encompasses me. I laugh hard. At his face, at the laughter coming from my husband.

All I can do is just laugh.

Edward smiles down at me.

He'd driven us to the small forks airport and booked a helicopter. We'd flown to Seattle to land ontop of a large building. Once inside he led me to this massive honeymoon suite. The bed is a California king overlooking the entire city. It's stunning. It's perfect.

There's no better way to spend my wedding night.

Beneath him I lay naked ready to celebrate in the way I had been anticipating for as long as I could remember.

As his lips move across my skin he takes his time. Each second of time spent on the skin beneath them was cherished. When his mouth moves to my clit, he sucks and swirls his tongue. Time continued to be spent well.

"Fuck," I hiss.

He smirks into my vagina happy he is earning a reaction. Pleased I fling a leg over his shoulder. As he gets to work my body rolls into his mouth. Each time I squirm his hands hold me down become more firm.

"Hold still," he chuckles.

"Don't stop " I growl out.

He rolls his eyes playfully and climbs up my body.

"No," I gasp.

"Shhh," he covers my mouth with his hand.

Kneeing my legs apart further he leans over me on his forearms. Filling me completely he penetrates me like that. His body close to mine.

My eyes roll to the back of my head at the sensation.

"Oh god," I moan.

Deep and slow he makes love to me. Each thrust perfection. Loving.

"I love you," he mutters.

"Love you," I pant out.

He comes inside of me. But within 15 minutes we're ready to go again.

Over and over we spend our night physically displaying our love.

No matter how difficult everything gets. In planning a wedding, for a baby, for life.

We'd always come together.