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POV: Bella
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FIVE

Five months. Five months. I hated that number five. He left, in the middle of the night, the most romantic, lustful night of my life. I woke up that morning, alone. I suppose we weren't good with goodbyes. Just thinking about it made me want to scream in agony. My handwriting improved with letters. Letters I wrote in great detail until my fingers ached. One letter a day. My vocabulary increased, I found myself explaining things I could only physically understand, yet I was explaining to another person to the best of my abilities. I made friends at a post office.

I wrote a letter a day, and received one letter each month, which never was long enough, but enough to know I was wanted, that I was still loved, and unforgotten. That I still meant something, that someone was waiting for me, just as much as I was waiting for them.

My nights consisted of a phone call, my father; Charlie, or Alice and Rosalie, who were practically my sisters. We needed each other now. After a phone call, which normally lasted about an hour; I'd lock up the house for the night, dim the lights, and snuggle up on the couch, which seemed rather large compared to needless to say the amount of months.

I'd curl up in a blanket, his blanket, and watch a romance movie, clutching a pillow to my chest. I needed the closure. The blanket's scent was his. I couldn't wash it, I didn't want to, why? It felt like there was still a part of him here, with me, when I cradled myself against the fabric. This blanket was my closure, my only closure if I even had one.

Nights were rituals. Phone, movie, sleep, life going on the best way it could. I didn't know how I could possible be so strong, full of hope. I slept alone, occasionally glancing over my right shoulder to make sure this was real, this nightmare was happening- it happened. Sometimes, I'd wake up screaming, if not sobbing. Some days my throat was raspy, I was 'sick'. And on those lucky days, I'd wake up to a wet pillow, but that was just minor compared to others, no need to list, that was then and this was now.

But there were nights where I was content, so numb. I'd sit in bed, with hisshirt, with our song playing in the background. Clair De Lune, our song, my lullaby. I drifted to sleep, almost believing, maybe even feeling his arms wrap around my. His face buried into my neck, kissing me, leaving his mark. I was his and only his, for forever, which didn't feel long enough.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not depressed, never was, never will be. Just.. sad. There's a difference. I lived my life, I went out, I laughed, I joked, I sang and danced. I wasn't missing out on anything, un-important. However, I had my memories, and physical things to keep me at peace while I waited. His t-shirts, the brand of shampoo he uses, the cologne he wore, pictures of him. But most importantly his ring on my finger.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

My names Bella Masen, and I'm an army wife.

I've met him back in high school, I remembered it ever so clearly. I remembered the night he asked for my father's blessing. I was eighteen, and he was just a year older. We were so in love, there was no doubt in that, everyone saw it, the love we had for one another, it was no surprise my father granted us his blessing. Wither it was out of pity, for the love of me, or to just want me to be happy; for 'what I was getting into.' Either way, it happened, we happened, I was married.

Of course those thoughts haunted me every one in a while. What if? What if he didn't return to me? What if he would never come home? But he didn't allow me to think that way. Henever wanted me to think that way. I knew what I was doing- what we were doing. We had our goals and dreams, and together we helped full-fill each others. We shared the dream of being married to one another. His goal was to be in the army, ever since high school, and now he was. My goal, was to make him happy. And so, he was.

It was amazing, everything about marriage was. Yes, that includes sex. There hasn't been a room in our home that hasn't been, well you know.. There was so much passion, that's all I could remember with my faded memory. There hasn't been a moment where I didn't look into his eyes, and believe every single word. His touch sent me wild, his kisses made me breathless, and his embrace kept me safe.

Lonely nights, I found myself full of lust, and longing. I wanted, I needed him. I craved for his touch, the heat of his body hoovering above me, against me. I wanted to call his name in bliss, and know he was the only one to evertouch me. My way to release my lust was no match, however my imagination could have the chance to bare to stand in hisshadow, because I remembered everything clearly. I could not, and would not forget.

Of course there was always that type of question. 'How can you do this?' or 'How are you so devoted?' but the worst one was; 'How can you live like this?'

I was able to handle it, obviously. I was devoted because I was, and still am madly, and deeply in love, and the third question was pretty much knocked out with the answer to the second. Love had, and has no boundaries, it has no label as wrong or right. But it certainly involved a choice. Because Ichose to 'live like this', I chose to marry for love. Until death due us part. Nothing about my marriage was different from anyone else's. Except for one thing, my husband being home for a short amount of time, but that only made me cherish, and worship what I had. Because I had something others didn't, and for that I was, and still am forever grateful.

I refused to acquire the knowledge of his next short visit, my heart couldn't bare it. To be excited, and long for something, but at the same time know that it couldn't last was heart-breaking. I was better off knowing last minute, when my mind was focused on other things, like being caught up in the moment so to speak.

The timer on the oven rang, it echoed through my ears, waking me out of my numb moment, minute, hour. I lost track of time with moments like these.

Today was one of those days. The day's I'd stay inside, and war nothing but his socks, his boxers, his blue flannel pajama pants, and hiswhite wife beater. Basically, hisclothes. The weather outside didn't help either, the rain beat against the kitchen window, which was directly above my oven, with my dinner; which was probably burning by now.

I grabbed a cloth and pulled out a very bronzed turkey. Today, was Thanksgiving. I wanted to give my thanks, I had so much to be thankful for. I was relieved that I decided to celebrate the holiday alone. My father insisted on me joining his friends, and himself, but I denied, and assured that I would most likely spend the day in bed anyway, which I didn't. Rosalie and Alice also offered, even something simple as Chinese take-out, but I denied that too. I hadn't had Chinese since, hewas home. And of course so did his parents. They all respected my wishes to be alone, and went out and about their plans without me. At least I didn't interrupt their plans with my sulking, which I was perfectly content with. They were better off without me.

Tonight's plan was turkey, the movie: Titanic, and sleep.

I set the burning hot pot into the sink, keeping the lid on. The cold water of the faucet ran freely over the black pot causing steam to blur my vision. My hands instinctively swept the heated mist away. I let the pot linger under the cold water for a minute or two, before turning the water off, letting the pot sit there.

The kitchen table was set, for two. Two red candles in the center of the table, along with side dishes, hisfavorites. Mashed potatoes, Cesar salad, cranberries, and pumpkin pie. I distinctively set the dishes across from each other, like we always ate. I even learned how to fold the fancy red napkins I bought, and I placed them atop the plates. The forks and spoons lied perfectly in order, or so I think they were, I tried my best.

I really don't know what had gotton into me when I set a bottle of champagne with two glasses off to the side of the table. I wasn't expecting anyone, I was to dine by myself. But his presence still lurked here, as I wanted it to. And by that, I had Clair De Luneplaying softly in the background, I enjoyed it. It soothed me.

I turned back to the sink, and slowly set the pot down in between the two candles. I'd have to admit, the table looked like something straight of HGTV, I knew I should take a picture for future laughs, but this was a memory I wanted my heart to remember, not a piece of rubberized, sticky paper.

Of course there was a slight stray of hope that lurked in me, that he might come home for a bit. That I might not be alone tonight. But that was something I could not, should not think of, not tonight. Especially not when I had a beautiful place setting, this was for me- for him. I promised him that I would live on, not sulk. So that's what I was doing. I made us dinner.

I retrieved my turkey knife, and opened the pot, to witness the delicious looking turkey again. I tossed the lid into the sink, and began to gently carve through the turkey cutting out pieces, and hisfavorite pieces, setting them on our plates.

I heard a slight sound, but it was quickly muted over the rumble of thunder, of an upcoming thunderstorm the news had warned about for this evening. Another reason, I never washed his blanket, tonight I'd clutch on to it.

After I placed the cutted up pieces on our plates, I turned to quickly wash the knife, when I heard the front door open.

Five things happened at once.

My eyes closed, hoping. Hoping I was just going into the numbness again.

I dropped the knife into the sink, loosing the feeling of my grip.

I opened my eyes, and took a deep breath.

I instantly flung myself around to face the unknown.

And then I screamed. "EDWARD!"

The front door was wide open, and he stood in the doorway, with the pouring rain pounding outside behind him. I saw the water flood out of the house gutters. Hewore a dark pair of jeans, with his moody army boots, and a dark blue button down shirt. If I didn't know him any better, he must've changed on the way here. Hishair was shorter, as it was supposed to be, but it still had that strange autumn color to it, the color I loved. His bag was tossed off to the side, under the shelf of picture frames, full of pictures of our marriage, and life together.

We stood like this for another half second, when my numbness slowly subsided, and my brain began to comprehend what was going on. He was home. His arms were spread wide, waiting for me.

"Isabella." He whispered in his smooth velvety voice.

Then it hit me, my husband, was home.

I let out a loud sob, and darted across the connected rooms, straight into his arms. I buried my head into his chest, taking in as much of his scent as humanely possible. His arms held me tightly against him, stroking my back, rocking me side to side to calm my tears.

"Shh, my love." His voice croaked.

I couldn't say anything, I pulled away to look at him, I needed to see his green eyes. His beautiful green eyes, then- I'll believe it all. This nightmare, this dream from hell. This was all too good to be true. I did not deserve this, no matter how long I longed for it all to finally happen. No way, no how could this be possible.

His eyes glistened in the darkness.

"Oh Edward!" I threw myself back at him, and gripped tightly around his torso sinking into him. His grip tightened rocking me, humming my lullaby to me, which only made me cry more.

I didn't know how long we stood there, but I was numb again, but not that way. I didn't know what to say or do.

"Breathe Bella." His voice cleared my thoughts instantly, and I took a deep breath, and instantly calmed down, enough to breathe at least, but the tears still silently flowed down my flushed cheeks, I felt as if they were burning.

I rested my head against his chest, and began the calming process, his smoothe stroking of my back eased my pain. His touch hasn't changed, and neither has his scent, or his voice. Nothing has changed. He was to come home, and everything would be like it was, until they'd take him away from me again.

He kissed my head, and pulled away, to coax my chin up to meet his gaze.

"Bella, sweetheart..." His eyes were full of tears, how badly did I want to kiss them away. "I'm home." His voice cracked in his small whisper.

My arms were wrapped tightly around his torso, afraid that he would vanish into thin air. The only sound was the thunder, and the heavy rain beating against the pavement just outside our front door's porch. I'd sit on those front porch steps, waiting. Clair De Lune was just a minor sound in the background, almost muted.

I found myself airborne then. My head instinctively rested against his chest, as he cradled me in his arms. He kicked the front door to a slamming close, and completely ignored the kitchen, passing it for the flight of stairs, or at least I think, my eyes were closed. I was taking in as much of him as I can. My hands snaked around his neck bringing me closer to him.

I was numb again, because I felt my back slam into my- our bed. I darted my eyes open and saw my angel hoover above me, pressing against me.

"Ed-Edward what are you doing?" I kept my hands locked tightly around his neck, I didn't want him to leave me again.

"What I should've done months ago." His voice was husky, and his eyes were full of lust.

His lips crushed against mine, and I responded running my fingers through his short smooth hair. His tongue licked against my bottom lip, and I accepted his entrance. His silky hands rubbed my sides under his t-shirt. I felt the air hit against my bare stomach, as he was pulling the shirt higher. We broke away, I threw my arms up in the air, and he pulled the shirt off throwing it across the room.

I was getting eager, and impatient. The love of my life was home, and we were making up for missed time. I felt emotions crawl through me again. Passion, love, lust, everything.

My hands quickly darted to his shirt, and I pulled it off him. As soon as I tossed the shirt aside, my hands quickly went to his jeans. My hands shook impatiently as I pulled the zipper down. He laid off to the side pulling off his jeans, and boxers, quickly. I whimpered missing his warmth around me. We were both sexually frustrated.

He pounced back onto me again, breathing huskily, and I let my back press back against the bed sheets. He began to kiss my neck, biting, licking. I moaned in pleasure.

"You like wearing my clothes when I'm not around?" His voice was full of lust, and demand. I loved it, I missed it.

I couldn't say anything, I nodded breathlessly. His hands squirmed behind my back unclasping my bra, his lips breaking apart from my neck only to pull my bra away; tossing it off to the side.

"My memory serves you no justice." He murmured, he began kissing and kneading my breasts. I threw my had back, he knew what this did to me. I closed my eyes.

"Edward.." I moaned. I hated it when he teased me like this. I needed him now, more than ever. I wanted him to take control of me, to throw demands at me, I wanted him to touch me all over.

"Yes my love?" He tugged the waistband of the flannel pajama pants I stole from him. I lifted my hips off the bed in response and he slowly, painfully slowly, pulled them off, tossing them aside.

"I need you." I whimpered.

He kissed his way back up to me, and I squirmed to his touch. I had yet to get used to it, it was too amazing to simply remember. His boxers, on my body; were the only thing keeping our bodies from not being connected. Edward growled and pulled them off me, nearly ripping them in the process. I instantly felt the length him press against me. He was bigger and longer than I have ever remembered.

"I'm not leaving you anymore. I'm home." Home forever. He implied. I felt myself going numb again, so I ignored what he said. Why? Because I knew he was telling the truth. His service, was now, over. I knew that months ago, but refused to get my hopes up, if I had hope at the time.

He now, belonged to me. No more interruptions, no more leaving without goodbyes. No more nothing.

He gave me a chaste kiss, and pulled away inches from my face, looking me in the eye. "I want you now.." I gasped as he began to rub against my womanhood. "Your mine!" He grunted the last part and slammed into me, began thrusting at a quick pace.

I shrieked, and spread my legs further giving him better access.

His thrusts were amazing, absolutely amazing, it was worth waiting all this time, for this. Edward may have been amazing at everything, but he was fanominal when it came to sex. His hands were on either side of my face, hoisting his body up so he wouldn't crush me, but yet enough of him was against me. The friction was breath-taking.

I lifted my hips up to match his thrusts, and moaned in pleasure. My hands raked his back, clawing at him during some thrusts. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to me. I felt more and more of him enter me. Our bodies clapped together, creating out own rhythm.

I threw my head back closing my eyes when he began nipping at my neck.

"Bella." He grunted, thrusting harder, and faster into me. "Loo-look at me." His face winced, he was near release.

I was about to explode. I bit my lip, and opened my eyes, to see him glaring down at me. "Say my name." His voice was husky. I felt my legs shake around him.

My walls enclosed on him, I needed to release, or else I'd go crazy. "Edward.." I moaned, my hips meeting his pace.

"Good.." He winced thrusting again, then moaned.

"Say it again!" His voice was full of passion, and lust. It was the sexiest thing alive, to know I did did this to him, that I was the cause of this.

"Edward!" He thrusted into me, harder than ever before. "Edward!" His hands kneaded my breasts, but I kept my eyes on his. "Ed...wa...rd!!"

My legs shook around him, as I finally released. I threw my head back and breathed heavily.

"Bella." He groaned, releasing not long after.

He slowly pulled himself out of me and threw himself down beside me, pulling me to close to him. My head rested against his chest, while he hitched my right leg over his waist. I drew circles on his chest, causing him to shudder.

"I love you, more than life itself." He kissed my forehead.

"I love you, Edward." I kissed his chest.

He pulled me away, and kissed my nose. "Thatwas just a warm up, Mrs. Masen."

That? That, was a warm up? Oh God.

He chuckled at me, and nodded. "I am no where near done with you.." He shook his head. "I leave you for months, and you expect me to come home and sleep on that?" He sounded offended now, growling and hissing at me.

"But- I cooked.. the food-" I whispered, he cut me off.

"-Fuck the food, I want you baby." He rolled us over, hoovering above me again. I felt his hardness press against my thigh.

"Now.. where was I?" He kissed my chin, and my collar bone, than slowly disappeared under the bed sheets.

"EDWARD ANTONEY MASEN!" I gasped.

I don't think the thunderstorm would be keeping me from sleeping tonight.