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Changes

Chapter One: Can't Stop This Feeling

It had been one glorious month since our wedding. Everything had gone…relatively to plan, but even with a few hiccups, it was beyond anything I had expected. I had been dreading it slightly—it was no secret I wasn't matrimony's number one fan. But I was happily proven to have misplaced my doubts. Edward was perfect, as usual, and somehow I had been lucky enough to look pretty darn good on our wedding day.

The night of the wedding probably went off even better than the wedding itself. That night, I knew Edward was nervous—in fact, he was probably more nervous than I was. I had to repeatedly reassure him that nothing was going to happen to me, especially since Alice had seen our futures beyond that night. We took it slow, but in the end…well, in the end, there was no slowing us down. It was beautiful, and perfect, and something deep within Edward had woken up. I think after all those years of suppressing himself; once he finally got that release there was no stopping it.

We spent every single day together, and within those days we spent every moment we possibly could together. It was kind of like we were introduced to each other all over again. Only, this time he wasn't plotting different ways to kill me; he was plotting different ways to pleasure me. I had never felt more attached, more "at one" with another being until that night. From then on, I knew that nothing would ever be the same with Edward and I. We had reached a whole other level in our relationship; one that transcended anything we could ever imagine. It was as if, after we had been with each other completely, we were just one—we were so fine-tuned to each other that we were a force to be reckoned with.

Everyone had noticed the change in our relationship, even people I didn't realize were watching. Charlie commented on how much we had grown with each other, just by being married. Even Rosalie noticed a difference between Edward and I.

One month had passed, and every day that I would wake up in my husband's arms, I knew how blessed I truly was. I finally had experienced something that I imagine is close to complete bliss; for once, nothing was going wrong. I knew just by thinking it, I was probably jinxing the situation, but how could I not think it? To not think it would be like watching the dawn break, but not being able to enjoy the beauty in the creation of a new day.

One particular morning, I woke up with a light shining in my eye. I tried to bury my head farther into Edward's chest, when I realized he was the source of the light. I drew my head back to get a better look. Before me, my husband, my Edward, looked like a diamond held in front of a light, throwing rays of shimmering colors in every direction. This was a sight that was rare but definitely longed for.

I giggled. "Good morning, sunshine," I teased. I rolled to lie on my back while Edward propped himself up on his elbow. He traced the side of my face with one, beautiful sparkling finger.

He chuckled. "Good morning to you, too," he said. He leaned forward and lightly kissed my lips. The gesture was awfully tame compared to the experiences we had had last night.

I rubbed my hands over my face, trying to wake myself up further. "Mmm, you're sparkling," I mumbled.

I heard Edward chuckle again as he stroked my hair softly. I looked at the perfect body that was lying next to me. His chest was bare, but at some point during the night he had put a pair of pants on. I ran my hand down his cold chest, feeling every rise and fall of his muscles. The light bounced off of his exposed chest, reflecting over my own skin.

"It's sunny today. Go figure," Edward said as he continued to play with my hair.

"Why do you say that?"

"Well," Edward began, "I had something planned for us today. After all, your birthday is tomorrow…"

My moan cut him off. I removed my hand from his chest and completely rolled over to my back again. I huffed. "Don't remind me," I said bitterly.

"Bella," Edward whispered. He ran his fingers down the side of my face and across my lips. "Don't be mad."

I turned my head and tried my hardest to glare at Edward. It was near impossible—the light that was shining through the windows was not only reflecting off of his skin, but off of his beautiful topaz eyes. "I know what you're doing, mister," I grumbled.

He smiled my favorite crooked smile. "What ever do you mean?" he asked, feigning innocence.

"You're dazzling me, and it's not going to work. I—" but before I could finish my sentence, a wave of pain in my lower abdomen hit me. I moaned, clutching the bottom of my stomach.

"Bella?" Edward asked, alarmed. "Are you okay?"

I tried to speak through the pain. "Yeah, just…some pain…in my stomach," I managed to spit out. Just as fast as the pain hit, it faded away. I sighed. "Whew, that was weird!"

Edward was now sitting up, staring at me with a worried expression. "Are you okay? Do you need something?"

"No, no…I'm good now. Probably something I ate, or something," I said. I sat up and propped myself up against the headboard. Edward moved closer towards me, his hand resting on my covered thigh.

"Are you sure?" Edward asked.

I narrowed my eyebrows. "Edward. I'm fine," I said. I ran my hand down his bare arm, and I could feel all of his muscles were strained. He was worried, but I didn't know any other way to tell him I was better. I sighed, trying to distract him. "So, what'd you have planned for today?"

Edward sighed too. He knew we were changing the subject. "Well, I was going to have us spend the day together, but it doesn't look like I'm going to be able to go outside in public much," he said, gesturing towards the sunlight that was streaming through the window.

I smiled. "Who said we still couldn't spend the day together?"

He smiled back; his teeth even sparkled in the sun. "No one said that. What do you want to do?"

Before I could answer, a sudden wave of nausea hit me. I didn't want Edward to see that I was feeling sick. Today was the last day before I turned 19, and I was going to have my fun. "Well, whatever we do, I need to get ready," I said as I threw the covers off of me.

Edward grinned from ear to ear, and I realized that I was completely naked under the covers. I blushed, and pulled them back over me. "Um…could you grab me something to put on?" I asked Edward.

He was still smiling like a fool. "No."

"What? Why not?" My eyes narrowed in confusion and anger.

"Because I want to watch you get up," he said matter-of-factly.

I huffed, and yanked the sheets from their folds. I wrapped the sheet around my body, and got up from bed.

"No fair," Edward mumbled. As I walked over to the bathroom, I turned slightly to look at him.

"That's what you get," I teased. I walked into the bathroom, and shut the door behind me. I let the sheet drop on the floor as I turned on the shower, getting ready to start my day.

As I let the hot water run down face, wetting my hair, something hit me. Black spots started appearing, and I felt so dizzy I had to grab at the side of the shower. I stumbled slightly, dropping the shampoo I was about to use. I felt as if the whole shower was moving in circles, and all I could do was grab something and hold on. Slowly, the shower stopped spinning, but I heard a loud knock at the bathroom door.

"Bella, you okay?" Edward shouted through the door so I could hear him.

I cleared my throat, not wanting Edward to know something was wrong. How did he know anyways? "Uh, yeah…yeah, I'm good. Just dropped the shampoo bottle!" I yelled back.

"Your heartbeat was crazy there for a second," Edward yelled.

So that was it; my heart was racing. "Oh, no I'm fine!" I shouted to Edward. I knew that wouldn't pacify him, but there was no response.

I continued with my shower, praying the wave of dizziness wouldn't hit me again. First, the pain in my stomach, then the nausea, and now this—what was happening to me?