Twilight…not mine (sigh).

So, I'm putting my Author's Note at the beginning since this is the final chapter of Mafia Princess. Thank you everyone for taking the time to read the ramblings from my head. I truly love writing and it's the way for me to find solace in the crazy, hectic pace of my life. Anyhow, there will be a lot of photos with this one. They will be on both my blog and tumblr. Links for those are on my profile. You can also find links to them on my Facebook page: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation. I will also post a PDF on that page once the final chapter is up, probably around Thanksgiving (last weekend in November).

A few things about this story: there won't be a sequel. At least, not yet. I may do some future-takes, but we'll see. Secondly, this chapter/epilogue will be a full-length chapter, not a drabblish chapter. We've got a lot to cover. Finally, I will be flipping between points of view. I normally don't like to do that, but in order for me to have one epilogue, it's how we're going to fly. ;-)

I do truly appreciate everyone for reading this, especially since I pulled it from that other site (that shall remain nameless, but you all know who I'm talking about, right?). Thank you everyone for their support! Big squishy hugs.

Chapter 201: Epilogue

Two Years Later

BPOV

"Bella, you look beautiful," gushed Esme as she fluffed my wedding dress. I was at my final fitting before the big day. Two years after Edward dropped to his knee, we were finally getting married in a wedding fit for royalty. Mafia royalty. Snorts. Despite my father's decision to separate himself from the organization, he still had to uphold the same ideals from before. Minus the illegal activities. However, a lot of the families we were close with were invited to my wedding and shockingly, most of them were coming. Edward and I wanted a small wedding, but that wasn't happening. Nearly four hundred guests were going to be in attendance of our nuptials. "I was apprehensive when you said you wanted a light pink wedding dress, but it's so unbelievably beautiful."

"You and I both know that I'm not virginal," I quipped, giving Esme a wink. She chuckled. Turning, I looked at my dad's fiancé, Sue Clearwater. "Do you think my dad will like it?"

"He'll be crying like a baby," she said, walking over to me and taking my hands. "Thank you for inviting me, Bella. I know I'm not your mother…"

"You're not but you make my dad happy. I wanted you to be a part of this," I said, hugging her. "You are going to be my step-monster."

Sue rolled her eyes and kissed my cheek before sitting back down. She sipped her rose champagne while I scuttled back into the dressing room, removing my princess-like wedding gown. It was light pink with crystals, sequins and sparkles sewn all along the bodice. Over the top of the tulle was intricate lace work. The strapless dress hugged my body, flaring out at my hips. I couldn't wait until Edward saw me in this, wearing my tiara, veil and jewelry. Squealing quietly, I dressed back in my street clothes. The attendant hung my dress up carefully and wrapped it in a garment bag. Paying for the rest of the dress, we left the bridal salon. Sue took my dress with her. We were going out later in the week for my bachelorette party, which was being hosted at Sue and Charlie's new home in Bellevue. Plus, I was getting ready at Charlie's new home before having pictures taken at Emmett's house, Charlie's house and finally, at the local Catholic parish.

My dad got out from prison after a year and half for excellent behavior. He was placed in a halfway house and worked with Emmett at the club. It was still booming. My dad used his business and accounting degree to work on the books. While he was out, he dated Sue, who had been widowed a few years earlier when her husband, Harry, died suddenly of a stroke. She was really good for him; kept him on a tight leash. Charlie was also good for her, making her laugh and have fun. He helped her act like a woman who was forty-five, deserving a new start, not a widow who was undeserving of love. Leah, Sue's daughter, was pissed at the coupling but when she saw how happy her mother was, accepted Charlie.

My relationship with my dad was very strong. He was an amazing man who loved his family deeply and instilled that in me. We met once a week while he was in prison and now that he's out, we have twice-weekly daddy/daughter dates. I think part of this is due to his absence while I was trying to heal from my horrific injuries while I was in Aro's clutches. The other part was due to his guilt that I was even placed in that situation in the first place. I reassured him that I was fine and that he didn't have to do this out of guilt or sense of obligation. He vowed me that he wasn't, but I could still see the underlying sadness in his eyes.

I was driving back to my condo when my phone rang. "Hello?" I answered.

"Piccolino," came my favorite voice. "How was the final fitting?"

"Excellent. My dress fits like a glove and I just know that you are going sob like a baby when you see me," I quipped.

"Probably," he chuckled. "Anyhow, I just got off the phone with our attorney. We got the house."

"Shut the fuck up? Really?" I squealed.

"And a closing date," he said. "It's this Friday."

"Wow, that happened fast," I said, turning into my place. "Do you know why?"

"The family has an emergency to attend to where they're moving. Since we're paying cash for the house, they can use that money to deal with the emergency," Edward explained. We had put an offer on a fairly large home on Mercer Island. It was too big for us, but if I had my way, those bedrooms would fill up quickly with babies. Plus, Edward is turning thirty this year. He's feeling his 'biological clock' ticking, too. Suffice it to say, I got off the shot at the beginning of the year, switching to birth control pills. We're planning on starting a family on our wedding night. Or at least trying.

"When do we need to go to the bank?" I asked, parking my car.

"I'm taking tomorrow morning off. We just need to authorize the transfer of the money to their account and show up for the closing," he explained. "As soon as we're back from our honeymoon, we can move out of our respective condos and into our first home together, Little One. Start working making mini Little Ones."

"I want to start now," I purred.

"We promised, Bella. I love you and damn it, I want to make love to you, but we promised that we'd abstain from sex for at least a month prior our wedding. We've got less than two weeks, baby," he whispered.

"Kay," I sighed. "I love you. So much."

"I love you more, Bella," he breathed. "Do you need help packing?"

"Nah. Rose and Alice are coming over along with Leah and Seth's girlfriend, Vanessa. We're going to work on the kitchen," I chuckled.

"Yeah, I have no business in there. Have fun, piccolino. I'll see you tomorrow morning," he said. I hung up with him, getting out of my Mercedes. We decided that even though we were engaged, we would live separately until we got married. We had our share of adult sleepovers and vacations, but for the most part, we lived apart.

I was a best-selling author for Simon and Schuster. My semi-autobiographical erotic novel, Il Principessa del Mafioso, hit number on the New York Times best seller list within a week of being published. I was under contract with them for at least five more novels, with a multi-million dollar signing bonus. I wrote under a pseudonym: Marie Swan. Ever since the trial and my abduction, I didn't want to be famous. Yes, my picture was on the back of my novels and I did autograph signings, but I was always under my assumed name, Marie Swan.

Edward worked with a technology company as a chief legal officer, plus he acted as a consultant for the FBI and was talking with Phil Dwyer about possibly joining the US Attorney's office. He graduated at the top of his class at Harvard, giving the speech at his graduation.

Walking into my condo, I plopped down on the couch, groaning at the disarray of my home. I couldn't wait to be moved in with Edward and to start the new chapter in our lives. I wish I could snap my fingers and have everything packed, but alas, life doesn't work that way.

Damn it.

EPOV

I was pacing outside of the bank. I was anxious and excited to transfer nearly a half a million dollars to this family so we could purchase their home. Unfortunately, I had to go directly to work because I had a meeting with the CEO regarding some patents that they wanted to acquire. My job was easy, really. A little too easy. That's why I helped out the FBI with consultation and why I was in discussion with Phil about working at the US Attorney's office. They were in need of a few good lawyers. Prior to working at the technology company that hired me, I worked at a small firm. I handled their pro-bono cases and was a skilled civil attorney. I never lost a case, earning my clients substantial payouts. But, it wasn't rewarding. Nor was my work at the tech company.

Hopefully, after I interview at the US Attorney's office in Seattle, I'd find something to truly sink my teeth into. I had that interview just before Labor Day. It was just after my birthday. Bella and I were getting married on my mom's birthday, to commemorate her. We would return from our honeymoon to Ireland, England, France and Italy on her mother's birthday, three weeks later.

"Sorry I'm late," Bella apologized, jogging toward me. Her long chestnut hair trailed behind her like a cape. "Felipe was going over edits with me with my new novel."

"It's okay," I said, holding my arms out for her. She fell into them, nuzzling against my chest. Her petite body felt so perfect against me. My dick, the perverted bastard he is, roared to life. "Hmmm, you smell good, Little One."

"So do you," she said, looking up at me and kissing my lips softly. "Though, seeing you in a suit is so incredibly sexy." I chuckled as I palmed her ass. "Hmmm, you are a frisky, Mr. Cullen."

"It's been a month since I've made love to you, Miss del Cigno. I miss you," I said, pulling away. "But, fondling you in broad daylight, in front of a bank, not the smartest idea. Let's go inside and sign away a large sum of money."

"For our first house," she said, twining her fingers with mine. I beamed, kissing her temple before going into the bank. We met with a personal banker, making arrangements for the transaction. A half hour later, the money for the sale of the house was en route to the family and all we needed to do was sign the paperwork when met up for the closing. Before we went our separate ways, Bella and I ate breakfast, flirting coyly with each other in a small coffee shop. We fed each other morsels of muffins and sipped coffee before going back to work.

The rest of the day flew by. My meeting with my boss went by swimmingly. I got all of the information from them and started filling out the information for the patent application. I also looked over some paperwork about possible lawsuits against the company. Based on what I read, it would not go to trial since the allegations would not hold up in court. Some people are just eager to make a quick buck and stupidly believe that 'suing' someone bigger than them will get them that cash. Out of my nearly two years at the company, I'd gone to court once. However, that was due to my predecessor. He was older than fuck and didn't care about his job at the end. I got the case thrown out at the first meeting with the judge and other attorney.

When I got home, I changed out of my suit and went down to the gym in the building. Running had become my refuge due to lack of sex. I ran eight miles before my cell phone ran in the cup holder. It was Emmett. Picking up my cell, I hopped off the treadmill. "Yes?"

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I was just finishing up a run, Em. Why?"

"Well, go get showered and changed. Your groomsmen are kidnapping you tonight for an impromptu bachelor party," Emmett hollered.

"Emmett, I do not want a bachelor party. I don't want strippers. I definitely don't want to be drunk and hung over because I have to work tomorrow," I growled angrily.

"Bullshit," Emmett laughed. "Edward, from the way you talk, you're only getting married first. Let us take you out and have a good time. I assure you that there will be no strippers. Dress casual. Jeans will work perfectly. Later, bro!"

He hung up before I could respond. Huffing out a frustrated breath, I darted up to my condo and showered quickly. Dressing in a pair of dark wash jeans and a black button-down, I waited for my goofball groomsmen to come to my condo. I had four of them. Leslie, Felipe and Jasper were my groomsmen while Emmett was my best man. Bella's bridesmaids were Leah, Alice, and Rose. Her matron of honor was Irina who had formed a close friendship with Bella after she stopped seeing her as a therapist.

Emmett banged on my door and I opened it up. My four groomsmen sauntered in along with Jacob, Seth, Carlisle and Charlie. They were all wearing Seattle Mariners gear. Even Felipe, Bella's very gay boss, was wearing a Mariners jersey. He clucked at me. "That will not do, Edwardo," Felipe said, grabbing my hand. I tensed up slightly but followed him back into my bedroom. "Too dressy. Wear this." He thrust a bag into my hands. I opened it up and it was a matching jersey to the one he was wearing. "We can be twinkies!"

"Felipe, you are an odd duck," I snickered, unbuttoning my shirt and tossing it onto the bed.

"That I am. And I must say that Bella is one lucky woman for marrying you," he said, leering at my torso. "Ripped and tatted? Hmmmm, child, if only you were gay."

"Look all you want, but my heart belongs to Bella," I said, pulling out a black undershirt and tossing it onto my body. "Besides, don't you have a boyfriend?"

"I do, but just because I do doesn't mean that I can't fawn over my best girl's soon-to-be hubby," he said, tossing his arm around my shoulder.

"Well, between the two of you, I'm dressing much better," I quipped, elbowing his ribs and putting on the jersey.

"That you are, Edwardo," Felipe smirked, staring at my ass. I rolled my eyes, dragging him out of the bedroom and into the living room where the rest of the guys were drinking beer and raiding my refrigerator.

"Make yourselves at home," I snort.

"Don't mind if I do," Emmett said, his mouth full with some roasted chicken.

Carlisle shuddered, handing me a beer. "Don't be too mad at them, Edward. I know you didn't want a bachelor party. Emmett was adamant on going to a strip club but it was Leslie who got the tickets to the Mariners game tonight."

"I can handle that," I said, sipping my beer.

"You better," Leslie laughed. "I'm on vacation and I want to see my former protégé. I was looking forward to strippers and naked girls, but baseball will have to do."

"We can go to a strip club afterward," Emmett replied, spraying his snack all over my countertops.

"You guys can. I have to work tomorrow," I said. "Meeting at eight in the morning."

"Buzzkill," Emmett grumbled, wrinkling his nose.

"Not everyone has jobs that they work all night and sleep all day, Emmett," Charlie said, smacking Emmett's back. "Come on, boys. The opening pitch is happening in an hour. I want to get to my seats." He rubbed his hands eagerly. We left my place, tossing empty beer bottles into my recycling bin. In front of the building was a stretch black Hummer. Clambering into the car, we drank more beer until we pulled up to Safeco Field. Just outside of our limo was a petite woman. She led us into the park, guiding us through the bellows until we were on field.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Which one of you is Edward Cullen?" the woman asked.

"Me," I responded, arching a brow.

"Well, your friends have arranged for you to throw out the first pitch." She handed me a baseball cap and flipped a baseball to me.

"Wow, this is awesome," I smiled, looking at my friends and family.

"It's time, Mr. Cullen," the handler said, guiding me to the edge of the field. Some a cappella group was singing the National Anthem and then I'd throw out the first pitch to the catcher of the Mariners. Hearing my name over the loud speakers was pretty cool and seeing me on the jumbo-tron was nerve wracking. God, I hope I at least get it over the plate. Shaking hands with the catcher, I got my picture taken and I jogged out to the pitcher's mound. With a smile, I wound up, whipping the ball to him. The speed of my pitch registered on the big screen. I beamed at sixty miles an hour. It wasn't a major league fast ball but I got it over the plate and didn't make an ass of myself.

The handler led us up to a posh suite, filled with every sort of food imaginable. It was Mecca for Emmett. Free beer, unlimited food and baseball. The only thing that was missing were naked girls and if he had his way, he'd get that after the game.

The game was great. It was close and exciting. I also spent time talking with Leslie, who was in town for vacation and my wedding. Plus, I think he was looking to move out to Seattle. He'd been out several times since I moved back after my graduation from law school. Yes, he was a close friend, but he must have ulterior motives for visiting so often. He didn't disclose while we talked, but the glint in his eyes indicated that he was up to something.

Once the game was done, we went back into the limo. Emmett was still trying to convince us to go to some high-end strip club, but none of us were taking the bait. Charlie was trying stay on the straight and narrow. Carlisle was moderately repulsed with the idea of a strip club. He'd only ever seen Esme naked in the flesh and the idea of seeing another woman made him sick. Jasper was somewhat keen on it, but when he texted Alice about going, she ripped him a new one. Felipe wanted us to go to some gay bar because naked girly bits were not his thing. Leslie said he'd go with Emmett. So, once everyone was dropped off, the two of them went to the strip club.

I only prayed that Rose didn't find out.

She abhorred strip clubs! Found them to be demeaning toward women. Emmett is going to lose his balls.

BPOV

"Rose, you've got to forgive him," Alice said. "Emmett is all torn up."

"Yeah. His lazy, fat ass is sleeping on my couch. Let him back into the house, Rose," I said, pinning my hair up for my bachelorette party.

"He knows how I feel about strippers," Rose snapped. "Yet, he still went. Even your boy went home."

"That's because Edward is still slightly afraid of anyone besides me," I quipped. "He can handle the touch thing and meeting new people, to an extent. However, going to a strip club would be like sensory overload. He'd probably want to clean everything."

"In a way, it's a blessing in disguise," Sue said. "If Emmett is out of the house, it will be spotless for pictures in a couple of days for the wedding."

"This is true," I snorted.

"Carmen does a fine job of cleaning. Usually, Emmett keeps his nastiness contained in our bedroom," Rose responded.

They had been dating since my trial. She moved into my old home a year after that and they were content to live in sin. Emmett had no intention of ever proposing, nor Rose of ever agreeing to said proposal. For the most part, they were happy but the most volatile couple when they had disagreements, such as this one. Emmett went to a strip club for Edward's bachelor party, without the bachelor. He came home shortly before dawn, covered in booty dust and smelling like a swill. Rose let him sleep it off before giving him a bag, kicking him out of the house. At first, he went to Edward's place. Edward couldn't keep him since his place was now a big mess as mine with boxes filling every corner. His guest bedroom was now the storage for his stuff. So, Emmett was staying with me until the night before my wedding. If things didn't improve, he'd be forced to stay at his parent's place or at the hotel. "I'm probably going to see if he wants to come home tonight. If, he apologizes for acting like a douche!"

"Trust me, sleeping on my futon, he's ready to apologize," I said. "So, are you girls going to tell me where we're going?"

"Dinner and then we're going to see a show. We know that you don't like going to clubs anymore," Alice responded. I nodded, frowning slightly. Shortly after our engagement, in Italy, Edward and I tried to go to a club but anytime someone touched me that wasn't my fiancé, I panicked. I ended up passing out from a severe anxiety attack and had to be admitted into a hospital in Positano. Edward felt so guilty and I regressed slightly, having to go back to see Irina twice a week for about two months before I got over that. After that incident, I didn't step into a club unless it was my father's old club, Twilight. Even then, I stayed up in the offices.

"What show are we seeing?" I asked.

"Once," answered Esme. "I've heard amazing things about it. I think you'll like it."

"Oh, I've heard of that. I wanted to see it, but Edward and I couldn't get tickets. How were you able to get them?" I asked.

"My firm had tickets and the partners were unable to use them. So, I bought them for tonight," Leah replied.

"Thank you, Leah," I said, shocked at her generosity.

"You're welcome, Bells," she smiled, hugging me.

"Ladies, we've got to go. We have reservations at Sky City and then the show," Alice said, clapping her hands. We grabbed purses and went down to the street level of my building. Parked outside was a party bus. Alice giggled, leading me inside and plopping a paper bachelorette tiara onto my head. "Wear that for dinner but take it off for the show."

Pictures were flying all around along with shots. It was a lot of fun. When we got to the restaurant, we rode up and saw that the floor had been closed for my party. A few of the girls that I worked with at Simon and Schuster were there along with Angie, Jessica and people from my past. They were here for the dinner but not for the musical part. Conversations with them were stiff and stunted. Angie never really forgave me for giving her the brush off prior to my college graduation. Jessica was a little better, but she still harbored some resentment toward me. They were only here because their mothers were invited by Sue at the insistence of Charlie.

We sat down, eating delicious food prepared by the chef from Sky City. Afterward, I opened up the slew of presents that were brought. They were really quite risqué, varying from see-through negligees to sex toys to, gulp, and handcuffs. When I saw those, I paled and shot up from the seat. I trembled, trying to keep my tears at bay.

"Bella, sweetie, talk to Edward," Irina said, finding me on the observation deck.

"How did you know?" I asked, tears falling down my cheeks.

"Lucky guess," she said, hugging me tightly.

She snuck away and I held the phone to my ear. "Edward," I whispered.

"My sweet girl," he crooned. "Irina called me and told me what happened. Who would give you handcuffs?"

"I think it was Angie," I frowned. "Why would she be that cruel? She knew, to some extent, what I dealt with!"

"I don't know, Little One. If I could, I'd have her arrested," he growled.

"For what? For making a bad decision? For being a moron? Neither of those are crimes punishable by the law, Mr. Attorney," I quipped.

"They should be," he sulked. "I wish I was here to make it all go away, Bella."

"Just hearing your voice makes it better, prottetore," I sighed.

"I love you, piccolino," he said. "If you need me to save you, I'll be there in a heartbeat. I promise."

"I'm fine, Edward. I just needed to get myself in order. Talking to you made it much better. I love you, too and I'm going to go back inside. There's a penis cake with my name on it and I want to partake in it."

"In comparison to me, bigger or smaller?" he chuckled.

"It's bigger than you but yours makes me feel amazing while this probably make my hips big," I laughed. "Thank you for talking me down, baby."

"Anytime. Go enjoy your penis cake. Lick that bad boy for me and send me a picture. I need masturbation fodder," he snickered.

"Say goodbye, Edward," I giggled.

"Goodbye, Edward," he retorted. "I'll see you at the church tomorrow."

"Bye." I hung up the phone, slipping it back into my pocket and walking to the restaurant. Inside, I noticed that Angie was chastised and the handcuffs were gone from the table. I shot her a withering glare, finishing up opening the presents. Shortly after that, we needed to leave to go to the theater. I hugged everyone, but ignored Angie. She had crossed the line. Yes, it was childish, but she knew that I was held, tethered to a metal table with handcuffs. It was splashed all over the damned papers.

In the party bus, we had another round of shots and everyone felt it necessary to give me sex advice. I don't need any help in that area, thank you very much. Edward and I have a very healthy sex life. I just smiled and nodded, taking everything they said with a grain of salt. We arrived at the theater and sat in some kick-ass seats, about ten rows back in the center of the auditorium.

The show was amazing and I knew that Edward would enjoy it. I made a mental note to try and get tickets for us once we got back from our honeymoon. After the show, we got back on the party bus, driving to my condo. We had some water before the party broke up and fell asleep, dreaming of my man and anxiously awaiting our wedding which was happening in two days. On July 11th, 2015, I was going to become Mrs. Edward Cullen.

I was expecting pleasant dreams, but nightmares ruled. My time in the warehouse came barreling back into my subconscious. God damn it, Angie!

EPOV

"Cullen," I barked into my phone at o'dark thirty.

"Edward, it's Emmett. I'm at bambina's place and she's screaming something awful," he hissed. "I tried to wake her up but she was thrashing about on her bed."

"Fuck, I was afraid of this," I said, heaving my body out of bed.

"What?" he asked.

"At her bachelorette party, Angie gave her a set of handcuffs," I snarled, pulling on a pair of jeans.

"That bitch!" Emmett growled. "Angie has turned into something that I do not like. No wonder Ben dumped her ass."

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes, okay?" I sighed. I hung up with Emmett, throwing on a t-shirt, hoodie and a baseball cap. My hair was probably a hot mess. Dashing out of the condo, I sped to Bella's place, parking next to her Mercedes. Once inside of the condo, I could hear Bella's whimpers. Emmett was sitting on the couch, his hands thrust into his hair. "When is Rose going to let you back in the house?"

"According to bambina, hopefully tomorrow," he answered. "In a way, I'm glad here, though."

Bella let out a scream. I scowled and gently slapped Emmett's arm, ducking into her bedroom. I took off my hat, shirt and jeans, slipping into the bed. She was tossing and turning. Gently, I wrapped my arms around sweating and shaking frame, cradling her to my chest. "Little One," I cooed, pressing her ear right above my heart.

I held her in my arms all night and thankfully, my presence calmed her so she would be able to sleep. When the alarm went off around nine, she yawned, snuggling closer to my body but bolted awake, shocked that her pillow was a 6'2" red-haired man with tattoos all over his body. "What are you doing here?" she squeaked.

"Emmett called when you were having nightmares last night," I answered, pulling her back to my body. "Apparently Angie's gift affected you deeper than you realized."

"Ugh, I wanted to strangle her," Bella grumbled. "Yes, Aro was put to death, along with his brothers early this year, but the psychological trauma of his abduction is so fresh."

"Do you want to talk to your therapist?" I asked.

"Nah. I'm fine. I had the sexiest dream catcher in my bed," she quipped, kissing me sweetly. "But, I've got to go. I'm getting beautified for you for our wedding. New hair color…"

"It still better be this gorgeous brown," I growled, burying my nose into her long, mahogany curls.

"It will be, amore. Just some added highlights," she said, pushing on my shoulder, perching herself astride my waist. "Plus, I'm getting a manicure, pedicure, full body wax and a massage." She wriggled her lower body over my morning erection. "You'll enjoy it after our wedding as we make love as husband and wife, baby. My bare pussy gripping your cock…hmmm, I can't wait."

"Bella, you're awakening the monster," I choked out.

"You've got hands. Do something about it," she giggled, kissing my lips before hopping out of bed and into her bedroom.

"Tease!" I yelled.

"You love me," she yelled back.

"Yeah, I guess I do," I grumbled, looking down at my cock. "It's you and me, buddy. We've got two more days before the sexbargo is over."

BPOV

My beautification went by painlessly, for the most part. Afterward, we all went out to eat before getting ready for the rehearsal. The priest who baptized me, gave me my first communion and confirmed me was going to marry Edward and me. Father Michael was an older gentleman, but so sweet and kind. He held off retiring so he could marry me. To say that Father Michael was thrilled that was an understatement at my marriage. He totally approved of Edward and his honorable ways.

Once we were done with the rehearsal, we went to the same restaurant that we had Billy's funeral luncheon. However, it was a much more joyous occasion. We drank wine, ate phenomenal food, chatted with out of town guests, passed out the attendants gifts and reminisced about our nearly three year relationship. At the end of the rehearsal dinner, I left with Sue, Charlie and Emmett, spending the night in my childhood bedroom in Emmett's house. We made the decision to get ready there since it was 'home base' for all of us. Leaving Edward was tough. I was afraid that I was going to have more nightmares, but Edward promised me that he would come if needed. Traditions be damned.

Thankfully, I didn't need him.

Well, let me rephrase. I'll always need him, but I didn't have any nightmares.

When I woke up, Charlie strode in with a tray of breakfast goodies. "Good morning, principessa," he said, putting the tray over my legs. "You excited about today?"

"You have no idea," I said, sipping some coffee. "Are you excited about getting rid of me?"

"Bella, I'm never getting rid of you. I like to think that I'm gaining a son," he quipped, popping a grape into his mouth. "I'm glad that you and Edward are together. I love him and I know he's good for you, principessa. He grounds you and makes you see the logical side when your emotions take over."

"He does," I said, nibbling on some bacon.

"I know that you miss your mom, Bella," Charlie frowned. "I wish she could be here to see you, walking down the aisle to Edward. She would have adored him."

"She would have," I blushed.

"Well, I have something of hers that I'm certain she would have wanted you to wear on your wedding day," Charlie said, pointing to the black box on the tray. "She wore it on our wedding day. I had it restored and added some extra bling. I hoped that you would wear it with your veil."

Opening up the black box, there was a gold, pink and diamond tiara. I had purchased one, but this far surpassed what I had gotten. "Daddy, it's gorgeous!"

"It'll be even more gorgeous on your head, principessa," he said, plucking it out of the box and onto my head. "Perfect."

"On my bedhead? Sure, Dad," I deadpanned.

"Bella, I'm so proud of you," he said, cupping my face. "You are such an amazing woman; strong, beautiful, smart and so much like your mom. Be happy with Edward. Give me lots of grandbabies. Love each other. Grandbabies, lots of 'em. And, don't ever go bed to mad. Perhaps, you can make grandbabies as you have makeup sex."

"Subtle, Dad," I giggled. "We're going to start soon. I promise."

"Good. Now, the girls are downstairs getting done up. I was sent up here with instructions that you are to shower, but not wash your hair and be downstairs in a half hour," Charlie smiled, tweaking my nose. I nodded and finished my breakfast. Before going to shower, I sent a quick text to Edward.

T-minus eight hours until I'm your wife, Cullen – B

I can't fucking wait! I love you so much, Little One. Your wedding presents are in the house. I expect to see them on your body as you walk down the aisle to marry me, Mrs. Cullen – E

Are they lacy? – B

Some… ;-) – E

Are they sparkly? – B

Yep. Now, that's all the clues you're getting, baby. I'll see you at the church. I'll be the one in the monkey suit, made especially for me by Uncle Cenzo – E

I'll be the one in the light pink dress and a veil. Love you, protettore. Nuzzle Carino for me –B

Light pink? I can't wait to see your dress, baby. Love you more than my own life – E

I put the phone on the nightstand and padded to the bathroom. Taking a shower, I washed my body and made sure that I was still silky smooth under my arms and between my legs. I had everything waxed. And it was still smooth. I rubbed in lotion into my skin, focusing most of it onto my new tattoo on my ribs. I had married my old tattoo of a swan along with Edward's family crest. It was finished two weeks ago and was nearly healed. It started just below my left breast and followed the line of my ribs to just above my pelvic bone. Edward had me represented on his skin and I did the same.

"Bella, you've got to hurry up. Jeordano needs to do your hair," called Leah.

"Be right down," I responded, dressing in one of Edward's button-down shirts and a pair of shorts. Beaming widely, I skipped out of the bathroom, anxious to get to the church.

EPOV

I was dressed in a sleek, hand-made tuxedo with a white waistcoat, white tie and white pocket square. My hair was artfully styled by Felipe. As he fussed with my hair, he grumbled good-naturedly about how thick my hair was. I arched a brow. Felipe, the poor guy, had no hair. But it was due in part to the fact that he shaved it off. At least he had a good head for baldness. I knew for a fact that my head was lumpy and covered with some scars from my birth father.

"God, why can't time speed up?" I grumbled, pacing in the room for all of the groomsmen.

"The service is going to start in ten minutes, Edward," Leslie said, looking at his watch.

"I just saw Bella's limo arrive. It's only a matter of time," Emmett said as he adjusted his tuxedo.

"I want to see her," I said, straining to look out the tiny window in the door.

"You've got it so bad, Edwardo," Felipe chuckled. "Patience is a virtue."

"Well, I don't have a lot patience right now," I muttered, pawing at the door. Carlisle gently took my hand and led me to the couch. He arched a brow, daring me to get up. Huffing, I crossed my arms over my chest and waited.

Father Michael came in a few minutes later, dressed in his priestly robes. "It's almost time," he sang. "Edward, I need you to come with me. Gentlemen, you are to go to the back of the sanctuary to escort the bridesmaids down the aisle." I followed Father Michael to a set of stairs. We walked underneath the church sanctuary and waited behind baptismal font. When the organ began playing "Jesu, Joy of Men's Desiring," Father Michael walked onto the altar. I followed and was shocked at beautiful it looked. There were so many flowers, artistic lights and tulle on the pews, the altar and just above the entrance of the sanctuary. "It's almost time, Edward. Relish this moment forever as you watch the love of your life walk toward you in her princess gown to be your wife," Father Michael murmured.

My stomach clenched and my heartbeat raced. Leah and Leslie walked down the aisle first. The bridesmaids were wearing strapless gold dresses that were form fitting on the top and flared out just below the hips. Around their necks, wrists and in their ears were funky pearl accessories. Next up was Alice and Jasper, followed by Felipe and Rose. The last couple to walk up the aisle was Emmett and Irina. Once they took their spots on the altar, the music changed and the lights shifted. I chuckled at that. Only my Bella would have our wedding be a theatrical event. In some ways, she was so different from that catty, self-centered girl I met three years ago. In many others, she was exactly the same.

But, I wouldn't change it for anything because, she was mine. My best friend. My first real girlfriend. My first love. My only love besides my mother. My fiancée and soon she was going to be my wife and mother of my children.

The doors opened and everyone stood up. I stood on my tiptoes, trying to see a glimpse of my Little One. It was for naught. I had to wait a few moments longer. Pachelbel's Canon in D grew in intensity and just as she passed the mid-point of the sanctuary, I saw her. Her hair was curled and pinned away from her face, cascading down her back in rich chestnut waves. Pinned atop her head was a tiara with a long, cathedral length veil that floated around her, making my girl look like an angel. She was crying with the most beautiful smile on her face. I felt tears falling down my cheeks and I knew my expression mirrored hers. Her dress was the palest pink, covered in elegant lace and sequins. It hugged her perfect curves, flaring out at the hips with soft, flowy fabric. Around her neck and in her ears were her wedding present, a pink diamond necklace and a pair of matching earrings. I know that Charlie coordinated with me and got her two bracelets that she wore around both her wrists, hiding her faded scars from her captivity.

"Who gives this woman to this man in marriage?" asked Father Michael.

"I do, along with my wife who is watching from heaven," Charlie said, kissing Bella's cheek. "I love you, principessa."

"I love you, too, Daddy," she sniffled, hugging him tightly.

He smiled softly before taking her hand, placing it in mine. "Take care of my little girl, Edward," he murmured, staring at me.

"Always, Charlie," I said. I turned to my girl, tucking her hand into the crook of my arm. I stared at her, reveling in her beauty. "You are a vision, my Bella. Never have I seen anything as gorgeous as you."

"You are just as beautiful," she said, smiling at me.

Father Michael cleared his throat and we turned to him. Being perfectly honest, the ceremony was a blur. Esme and Charlie did readings before Father Michael started the wedding portion of the service. We said our vows, keeping with the traditional vows of the church and exchanged rings. It felt good to have a physical reminder that Bella was mine on my body. My platinum ring with rose gold accents hugged my left ring finger just as her rose gold eternity band hugged hers.

After we exchanged rings, we lit a unity candle and said prayers for our missing family members, our mothers. Bella cried quietly as I held her to my side. "She would have loved you, Edward," she whispered, tracing her mother's features on the picture sitting next to the candles.

"As my mother would have loved you," I said back. "It was like she handpicked you from heaven to be with me."

"That's because your mom's a genius," she quipped, giving me a cheeky grin. She plucked my mom's photo from the table, staring at her. "You look so much like her."

"I have her coloring," I said, missing my mom at that moment. "And her nose."

Bella snuggled against me and we walked back in front of Father Michael. We held hands, our fingers twined together as he concluded the service. He grinned impishly, staring at both of us, "It is with great pleasure that I pronounce you both husband and wife. Edward, you may kiss your bride."

"It's time?" I asked.

"Have at it, my boy," he laughed, clapping his hands.

I took Bella's face in my hands, staring into her endless brown depths. "It's official, Bella, we're married," I cooed.

"It is but I want my first kiss as a married woman, amore," she quipped, puckering her lips. Chuckling, I pressed my mouth to hers and suckled her lower lip between mine. She moaned, moving her hands to my hair and tugging on the strands lightly. She angled her head, deepening our kiss. Sliding her tongue between my lips, I moaned, moving my hands to her hips and holding her against my body. Father Michael cleared his throat, breaking us from one hot kiss. In a church. In front of our families.

Oops.

"I am honored to announce, for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Edward and Isabella Cullen," Father Michael called, holding his arms wide. Our families stood up, applauding us as we walked down the aisle. Outside, in the lobby of the sanctuary, I pulled Bella into my arms, hugging her tightly. She squealed, holding on to me.

"We're married," she said, taking my face in her hands.

"We are! Two years and two months later, we're married," I beamed.

"I love you, Edward. So much," she said, pulling me closer to kiss me.

"As I love you, piccolino," I whispered against her lips.

BPOV

We spent three hours taking pictures with the wedding party, family members and each other. The pictures happened in the church, a nearby park and finally at the hotel where we were having our reception, The Edgewater Hotel. After the pictures, we stood in the lobby and had a receiving line, as per the tradition of my family. Edward hated every moment of it. He had to shake hands and kiss so many strangers. He still had that fear of touch and having the receiving line was his own personal hell.

When everyone was in the reception hall, Edward had to step outside to gather himself. I stayed with him, holding his hand and murmuring my love to him. Fifteen minutes later, Edward was calm enough to go inside and we were announced by the DJ. Edward turned me elegantly, dipping me before we sat down at the head table. The colors of our wedding were gold, pink and white. The walls of the reception hall were draped with white, gold and pale pink chiffon. There were lights all along the base of the walls, uplighting the drapery with pink and white spotlights. We had varying centerpieces, all with pink, white and gold colors. Some centerpieces were tall, while others were close to the table. The room almost looked like it was sparkling with all of the gold and it could have been pretty tacky, but was fairly elegant.

We ate our meals of beef wellington and chicken cordon bleu before getting up to talk to each of the tables, yet another tradition from my family. It wasn't nearly as bad as the receiving line, but it was exhausting answering the same questions over and over again.

Are you going on a honeymoon?

Where are you going on your honeymoon?

Have you bought a house?

Any thoughts on starting a family?

Those same four questions popped up at each table. However, we smiled and answered them. We finished the rounds of the tables and went to cut the cake, located in the center of the dance floor, under a muted pink spotlight. We cut into the cake and fed each other morsels of the hazelnut deliciousness. Teasingly, I swiped some frosting on Edward's cheek. He gave me a crooked grin before kissing me sweetly.

We had our first dance after the cake, dancing to Enrique Iglesias' 'Hero.' Edward was my hero and he adamantly believed that I was his hero. We swayed slowly to the music, staring into each other's eyes. The love we felt for each other was apparent.

"I can't believe that today is actually here," he whispered, running his hands along my waist. "I never imagined getting married until I met you, Little One."

"I'm with you, Edward. Before meeting you, I was content on having relationships that were not meaningful," I replied. "Friends with benefits. Fuck buddies. Do you remember when we first met? At Verdant?"

"Yeah," he blushed. "I thought you were the most beautiful woman in the room, even though you scared the crap out of me." He smiled down at me. "Then, you touched me and I didn't panic. I knew you were special."

"When I saw you, I was looking for an easy lay because I thought you were sex on legs," I chuckled. "But, something about you intrigued me and I'm glad that we took our time. Edward, you are truly my best friend. I'm so lucky that I married my best friend. I love you. I'll always love you and I can't wait to start our future together."

"Hmmm, me neither," he said, dipping his head to kiss me. "Tell me that threw out your birth control pills, right?"

"Anxious, Mr. Cullen?" I giggled.

"Immensely, Mrs. Cullen," he growled, nipping at my ear.

"Well, your wife threw out her pills after she had her last period a week ago," I responded. "We probably won't make a baby tonight but if you don't wear a condom, the possibility of creating a new life is there in two weeks, Edward. But it might take time. I've been on birth control since I was fifteen."

"I don't care," he said, hugging me tightly. "The fact that we're going to try means more than you can possibly comprehend, Bella."

The song ended and the beginning of 'Butterfly Kisses' by Bob Carlisle. Edward tenderly spun me into my father's waiting arms. My dad held me tightly, clutching my hand to his chest. "I'm so proud of you, baby girl," Charlie murmured against my temple. "You may be married and grown up, but you'll always be my baby and I'll always love you."

"I love you, too, Daddy," I sniffled, laying my head on his shoulder. "I am so lucky to have you as my father. You've made mistakes, but so have I. Despite that, you never made me feel unloved. You were always there for me in every way possible. Thank you."

"I'll always be there for you. And just because I'm no longer in the organization doesn't mean that I will not hesitate to shoot Edward if he hurts my baby girl," Charlie chuckled.

"I doubt he'll hurt me, but I'm certain he knows."

EPOV

I watched as Bella danced with her father. Esme walked up to me, looping her arm in mine. She looked beautiful in a gold dress, similar to the bridesmaid's gowns. "You looked so happy dancing out there with your wife, Edward," she said.

"I can't believe I have a wife," I snorted, looking down at my ring on my left hand.

"I do. Despite your rough beginning, you always had a good heart and loving soul," she said. Esme looked at me, smiling nervously. "I know you didn't want to do the mother/son dance, but I spoke with the DJ…"

"Mom," I sighed, staring at my shoes.

"I know I'm not your mother by blood, but I wanted to honor her by dancing with her son."

The song that Bella and her father were dancing to ended. Then, the DJ announced, "Honoring Elizabeth Platt-Masen, please welcome the handsome groom, Edward Cullen and his adoptive mother, Esme Cullen to the dance floor." The smooth piano of Boyz II Men's 'A Song for Mama' filled the reception hall.

"Dance for your mom," Esme said, tugging on my hand. I stiffly nodded and took my adoptive mother into my arms, swaying to the music. It made me miss my mother, her smile, her green eyes, her laughter. I loved Esme. She was the mother I always wanted, but in a way, I felt guilty for loving her. She wasn't my mother. That's why I was hesitant on having the mother/son dance. I felt like I was dishonoring my birth mother by dancing with adoptive mom. I know it hurt Esme's feelings, but it was how I felt. I spoke with Dr. Molina, my old therapist from the bureau, about these feelings and he said that what I was feeling wasn't unusual. However, I needed to take into account the feelings of Esme along with my own. I never spoke to her about it again until now and I was feeling incredibly guilty.

"I'm sorry, Mom," I whispered against her curled hair. "I never meant to hurt your feelings with the dance…"

"I know, sweetheart," she said, looking up at me. "I understand why you didn't want to do this. Your father explained it to me, but I figured if I spun it as a tribute to your birth mother, you'd be more willing."

"You're right," I said, kissing her forehead. "I am sorry about making you feel…"

"No more apologies," Esme said, arching a brow. "I love you, Edward and that will never change. I may not have carried you, but you are my son and will always be my son. Now, when are you going to start on giving me grandbabies?"

I rolled my eyes and dipped my mom, earning me an anxious laugh from her. The song ended and the DJ announced that the dance floor was open. I moved to my wife, spinning her onto the dance floor and we stayed there for the entire time, dancing and laughing with our family and friends. We danced the Cupid Shuffle, trying to get Carlisle to move with the rest of the crowd. The man had zero rhythm, I tell you! Even Charlie, who was as stiff as they come, was able to dance the simple line dance.

We did the bouquet toss and garter toss. Rose caught the bouquet, much to her chagrin. Leslie caught the garter after wrestling Emmett and Jasper. I think he threatened them with a lawsuit or something and they jumped back. We danced until well after midnight when the DJ began packing up. Charlie, Sue, Esme and Carlisle shooed us out of the banquet hall and toward our penthouse suite.

Who was I to argue?

I wanted to make love to my wife!

BPOV

Edward was too adorable when we left our wedding reception. He had this wicked glint in his evergreen eyes. He knew that he was going to get some. Hell, I was just as anxious to be with him. I loved our wedding. It was amazingly fun, romantic and perfect.

But, I wanted to make love to my husband.

I wanted to realize my happily ever after.

We'd had our ups and downs with our relationship. Most of our downs happening around the time of my abduction, but we'd overcome them. The biggest down, after my diva-princess moment when I pushed everyone away, was our separation while he completed his law degree, while the biggest up was his proposal at my college graduation.

We'd been by each other's side throughout everything. On his mother's birthday, after we got engaged and after he took his Bar Exam, he wanted to introduce me to his mom. We flew out to Chicago and it was an emotional trip in both good ways and bad ways. Some good memories of Chicago included Navy Pier, a horse-drawn carriage ride around the Loop and late nights at the hotel.

On the final few days, they were not so happy memories. Edward still had a lot of residual anger towards his birth father and for first and only time, Edward lost control. He kept his temper under control and his true emotions never showed themselves on a daily basis. At the cemetery, Edward sobbed brokenly at the loss of his mother and his hatred for his father. He pummeled at his father's grave which was a few plots over, breaking his knuckles in several spots. He collapsed in a heap, falling into a semi-catatonic state muttering that he missed his mom and that he was sorry for not protecting her. My heart shattered at seeing him so broken. My Edward was infallible. He needed this to move on with his life and truly be happy. Trying to get him to the hospital was tough, but I did it and I stayed by his side. After that, he was better and he was more at peace.

Months of therapy also helped.

In regards to my life, Edward was by my side at my first book-signing and he even acted as my agent, making arrangements for my signing. I liked having him with me and I wanted him to stay on as my representation, but he didn't feel comfortable doing so. Instead, he got Leslie to act as my attorney during my contract negotiations but Edward was my rock as we combed over my contract from Simon and Schuster, making sure they didn't screw me over.

He was also my rock while I sat in the gallery while Aro and his brothers were put to death. I needed to be there as they died. I needed proof that the monster who tortured me for five days was never going to come after me again. When the EKG registered no heartbeat, I collapsed in Edward's arms, sobbing brokenly that the nightmare was over. Edward didn't say anything, he just rocked me as I came to grips with everything.

After that, everything was smooth sailing until today, our wedding day.

"Piccolino, why are you frowning?" he asked, cupping my face. "We're about to enter our wedding suite, to make love as husband and wife."

"Sorry, amore," I said, giving him a warm smile. "Just thinking about our journey to this day."

"It's been something," he said as he took my hand, walking us down the hallway to the penthouse suite. "But, I wouldn't change any moment of it. In the end, I got to keep you."

"That you did, baby," I said, leaning my head against his muscular shoulder. "What do you plan on doing to me tonight, counselor?"

"Making you scream in pleasure, Mrs. Cullen," he purred, bending down to gather me in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck, toying with the hair brushing the collar of his shirt. "You are so exquisite today, Bella. I've never seen anyone more beautiful than you, Little One. I can't believe that we're bound together forever."

"You better believe it, Edward. I'm never letting you go," I said, leaning forward to nibble on his earlobe. He growled lowly, walking faster to our suite. Barely grunting out to reach into his inside pocket, Edward had me take out the keycard to the hotel room. Eagerly, I opened the door, kicking it open with my foot. Edward stepped over the threshold, beaming at me. I stared into his green eyes, lost in their beauty and basking in the love I saw swirling in them. The door clicked shut and he placed me on my feet. He gazed at me, smiling crookedly. "Love me, Edward," I whispered.

"Always, Little One," he murmured, ducking down to brush his lips with mine. I pushed his suit coat off his shoulders and onto the ground. His hands glided along my arms. I shivered in anticipation. "Turn around, my gorgeous wife. I want to unwrap the most precious gift in front of me."

I moaned and turned around his arms. His hands continued their slow, languorous assault on my arms and down my torso. With each pass, I could feel my thong panties grow damper and damper. I arched my back, wriggling my ass into his arousal. "Tease," he chuckled, nipping at my ear.

"That would be you, sir," I giggled airily. He laughed and dragged his lips along my neck as his hands reached the back of my gown. Unclipping the top part of my gown and slowly lowering the zipper, the dress loosened.

"I need to see my gorgeous wife," he growled in my ear. "May I see you, love?"

"Yes," I panted out, wanting him to look at me and see how much I wanted him. His hands slid in between my dress and my skin. He gently pushed it down until it was low enough for me to step out of. Since my gown was so tight, I didn't wear a bra. I was only in my white lacy thong along with my thigh high pantyhose. Edward turned me around, guiding me to the bed while he was kissing me. His hands were everywhere, touching and teasing my skin and working me into a frenzy. My legs hit the edge of the bed and he stopped. His eyes were black with desire. I smirked at him, climbing onto the bed, laying on the mound of pillows at the head of the bed.

"What's that?" he asked, pointing to my side.

"This?" I replied, rolling to show him my new ink. "Your wedding present…"

He sat down, staring at my Cullen Crest and swan tattoo along my ribs. Gently, he ran his fingers along my new ink, earning him a shudder. "Bella, this is amazing. When did you get it done?"

"I called your tattoo artist, Tanya, and gave her the two ideas about a month ago. She finished the last of it two weeks ago, adding the shading and some white to make the crest pop," I answered, running my hand along my ribs. "I wanted something to represent each other on my body. You have a swan on your chest and I have your crest on my ribs."

He moved my hand and traced the black ink on my pale skin. I whimpered as I watched him stare at my tattoo. His touch was reverent and his breathing was erratic. "Never in my whole life have I been more turned on, Little One," he growled, looking up at me. "There is no part of your body that will not be cherished and loved by my hands, mouth and body."

"Well, you're wearing too many clothes, Edward," I purred, reaching up to tug on his tie.

He growled as he crashed his lips against mine, working to remove his clothes while he feverishly plundered my mouth. "I need you, baby," he said against my mouth.

"One thing at a time," I said, pushing on his shoulder and straddling his hips. "We'll enjoy each other. We'll spend the night tasting each other and breathing each other in. But, like you, I want to unwrap my present." Slowly, I slipped his tie off his neck. His hands were massaging my ass and he was growling lowly. I popped open each button, revealing his muscular and inked torso. "You are perfection, Mr. Cullen."

"That would be you, Mrs. Cullen," he responded, pressing me closer to his arousal. I moaned loudly as it rubbed against my clit, giving me the most delightful sneak peak of the pleasure that was to come. His hands moved up my arms and he cupped my breasts. His mouth descended on my neck and he sucked, nipped and licked down to my tits. Leaning back, I watched him as his tongue flicked my nipple while his other hand rolled the other one. With a snarl, Edward bit down on my nipple.

"Fuck!" I barked, bucking my hips as the harshness of his bite went straight to throbbing clit.

"Be as loud as you want, Bella. We're the only ones on this floor. Scream as I make you come in so many ways, baby," he sang, running his flat tongue on my nipple that he bit. Kissing across my chest, he repeated his actions with my other breast. I was rocking against his arousal, needing, wanting more friction. I was so fucking wet.

In a flash, I was on my back and he was hovering between my legs. "My naughty girl," he smiled, running his finger along my swollen lips. "Trying to get off before I had my fun?"

"Baby, I'm aching for you," I moaned.

He smirked crookedly, tossing off his shirt. "How wet are you? If I touch your panties, will I find them to be ruined? Drenched?"

"Fuck, yes," I growled. "Touch my pussy, Edward. Feel what you do to me. Feel how sopping wet I am for you, my husband."

He moved his finger from my lips and moved it slowly, agonizingly so, down my body. My legs widened when he circled my navel. "So eager, Mrs. Cullen. Are you afraid that your husband won't make his wife come?" he asked, his voice deep and husky.

"Edward, please," I begged. "Touch me!"

He licked his lips, moving his eyes from mine and gazing at my panties. "These are ruined, Mrs. Cullen. You are so wet for me that your panties are beyond repair." He cupped my sex, feeling my obvious arousal. "So warm…so wet, baby. I can only imagine how badly you want my touch. Is this enough?"

"No," I sobbed. "Fuck me with those fingers, Edward."

"Such a dirty mouth, Mrs. Cullen," he chuckled. He crawled up my body and kissed me deeply, still slowly massaging my throbbing, aching core. With a nip of my lower lip, he tugged with his hand and my wedding panties were in tatters. "On your knees, Bella."

I loved when my husband commanded me. I rolled over and wiggled my ass for his pleasure. He massaged the globes of my butt. "Fuck, baby, you're so wet that it's dripping from your body," he mused. "I can't let any of this go to waste." He bent down and with a swipe of his tongue, he licked from my clit to my ass.

"Yes," I yelled, looking at him over my shoulder. Edward began devouring my core, sliding his tongue in and out of my pussy and then moving to ass, circling the puckered hole. I reached between my legs, using my middle finger to toy with swollen clit. Edward stopped his assault on my pussy and pulled me flush with his chest.

"My pussy," he growled in my ear. "Your orgasms are mine tonight."

"Please, Edward," I whimpered. "Make me come. Lick my clit and make come all over you."

He cupped my face gently, kissing my lips sweetly as he lay me back down on the bed. He was cradled between my thighs. "I'll get my baby off," he whispered against my mouth. "Trust me, Bella. I love you so much." He kissed me once more before kissing down my body and spreading my legs as far as they could go. My sex was bared for him. I watched him as he began kissing my inner thighs, tasting the skin there. My pussy clenched at the impending feeling of my husband's lips on my sex. I pleaded for him, begging for his tongue, his fingers…anything.

I didn't have to wait long. His tongue flicked my clit as he slid two fingers inside of me. The buildup caused me to come immediately. I screamed but it didn't abate Edward's tongue on my body or his languid strokes inside of me. My pussy hugged his fingers. My hips were moving of their own volition. Edward stopped thrusting in my body and he flipped his hand over, curling his fingers upwards. Whenever he did that, I always exploded in pleasure.

Literally exploded.

Everywhere.

"Come for me, Little One," he commanded, increasing his strokes. "I want to feel you come for me. I need it, baby."

"Oh, God," I panted. "Edward!"

"Scream my name, Bella," he said, suckling on my inner thigh as he circled my clit with his other hand. "Who makes you come, Bella?"

"You do," I shouted.

"WHO!" he growled.

"EDWARD!" I screeched as my body lit on fire with an intense orgasm zipping through me. "FUCK! FUCK!" I felt a gush of liquid between my legs and I knew he had made me squirt with his finger trick. I collapsed on the bed, twitching with aftershocks of my powerful orgasm.

"I will never get tired of seeing that," he said, laying behind me and tenderly running his hands over my super sensitive skin.

"I never knew I could do that," I quipped, turning over to stare into his eyes. His hair was slightly damp and his cheeks were pink from exertion. "You and your powers of the internet."

"It's a valuable tool," he said, kissing my mouth sweetly. "I promised I'd get you off and you did, right?"

"I did, but now it's your turn," I giggled, reaching for his belt buckle. "I want my own taste."

"Fuck, Bella," he moaned. "I'm wound so tight from not being with you that if your mouth comes near me, I'll explode. I want to be inside of you when I come. I love you and I love what your mouth does to me, but it's not what I want. I want to feel your pussy, baby."

"I will get my taste," I said, making quick work of his pants and boxer briefs. "But, I understand where you're coming from, Mr. Cullen. I want to feel you inside of me, too." I straddled his waist, kissing him gently. His hands were running along my back before taking purchase in my hair as he sat up. His arousal was trapped in between us. "I love you," I whispered, staring into his eyes.

"I love you more than you know, my Bella," he said as he lifted me up slightly. Guiding his erection to my core, he teased my clit before placing the head at my entrance. Looking at me, I slid down his length. We both moaned, feeling complete and full for the first time as husband and wife. Neither one of us moved. We just sat, staring at each other. "You are the woman who made me whole, Bella. I will always love you and that will never change."

"As I love you," I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. Rotating my hips, I took him deeper inside of me and reveled in his size. His lips were on my neck, suckling and caressing the soft skin behind my ear. Rolling us, Edward flipped me so I was on my back. He took my leg into the crook of his arm as he languidly thrust in and out. His eyes never left mine as he made love to me. Each stroke filled me to the brink.

"My beautiful wife," he panted. "My soul. My home. My love."

"My perfect husband," I replied, threading my hands in his hair. "My heart. My rock. My trust. My unending love."

"Oh, Bella," he breathed, crashing his lips against mine. His hips rocked deeper and I could feel him grow inside of me. My pussy was clenching around him and my clit was throbbing with another release. There was virtually no space between us. We were one body, one heart, one soul, one love. "Baby, I'm close. I need you to come with me, Little One."

"I'm with you, amore," I chanted. I raised my other leg around his hip, encouraging him to move faster. With a grunt, he obliged and the sound of his body smacking mine was our erotic soundtrack.

"Yes! Yes! My Bella! I love you," he panted out. "Baby, I'm…"

"Edward," I moaned, scratching my fingernails down his back. My pussy was quaking around him as he pounded inside of me. His lips found mine and with a low growl, he thrust in me hard, filling me with his release. I let out a silent scream as my body felt the most delicious orgasm, wrapping me in pleasure as I made love to my husband. Collapsing next to me, Edward gathered me in his arms as he tried to calm himself down. "Will it always be this good?" I giggled.

"I hope so, but imagine when we have kids. The times of us screaming in pleasure will be over," he snickered.

"You really are anxious for children," I said, looking up at him. I smiled at him softly.

"I am, Little One," he replied, brushing my matted hair from my face. "I want to give our babies the love I never had. I want to be a good father."

"The fact you said that, indicates you already are," I said, kissing him tenderly. "I love you, hubby."

"As I love you, wife."

EPOV

Two years later…

"I swear to GOD, Edward Anthony Masen Cullen, this is the ONLY child we are having!" Bella screeched. "Where in the hell is the anesth…OOOOOH! Fucking contraction!" She grabbed her very pregnant belly, moaning loudly.

"I'll go check to see where the doctor is," Esme said, darting out of the labor and delivery room. Bella had woken up experiencing back pain. When she was getting ready in the bathroom, her water broke and I rushed her to the emergency room. That was an hour ago and they brought up to labor and delivery.

"I'm sorry, Bella," I said, taking her hand in mine. "One baby is good."

"I know you want more but fuck, I wanted drugs," she whimpered, beseeching me to magically give her an epidural or something. "Where is the doctor?"

"Mom is checking," I said, kissing her forehead. "Charlie's on his way with Sue and Emmett."

"Mr. and Mrs. Cullen," sang Dr. Gionardi. "It looks like your little is ready to make their big debut. Let me take a look." She sat down and lifted the blanket. Her eyes widened. "Mrs. Cullen, you don't have time for any drugs. You're fully effaced, dilated and your baby's head is crowning."

"No drugs?" Bella cried.

"No drugs," Dr. Gionardi said. "Nurse Mallory, get everything ready. This baby is on the way. Bella, next contraction, you need to push."

"I want drugs. Dr. Gionardi, I can't do this without…OH SHIT!" Bella screamed.

"Edward, hold her hand," Dr. Gionardi commanded. "Bella push!" My wife squeezed my hand as she bared down. Her face was an unnatural red color. "Okay, breathe, Bella. We've got five or six pushes and the head will come out." My beautiful wife groaned.

"You can do it, Little One," I said, kissing her temple. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too. I'm sorry I yelled at you…OOOOOH!" she hissed. Dr. Gionardi coached her through the next few contractions. "Seriously, Cullen. Only one kiddo."

"You say that now," Dr. Gionardi quipped from between my wife's legs. "Once you hold your son or daughter, the pain you felt will melt away."

"Unlikely, Doc," Bella deadpanned. "I'm pushing out the world's largest baby through my hoo-ha."

"How many times have you heard that?" I asked, brushing Bella's hair from her face.

"More than you can imagine. Okay, Bella, with this push, you'll be able to pass the head. After that, I need you to hold off pushing so I can clear the mouth and nose. You ready?" Dr. Gionardi asked.

"No," Bella cried, threading her fingers with mine.

"Too bad," Dr. Gionardi snickered. "You're keeping your little one in your womb until their eighteenth birthday. Push!"

"ARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" Bella screamed as Dr. Gionardi guided the head out.

"Hold on, Bella," she said. Making quick work, Dr. Gionardi cleaned out the mouth and nose, wiping the baby's head. "Excellent, Bella. Now, three more pushes and you'll have your baby."

"Come on, piccolino," I encouraged my wife. Bella sobbed as she pushed until the sounds of our child crying filled the delivery room.

"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Cullen! It's a girl!" Dr. Gionardi sang, cradling a bundle of goo, pink and screams. Bella and I looked at her, tears falling down our face. "Come on, Daddy. Come cut the cord." Wiping my face, I took the scissors, cutting where the nurse showed me. "We're going to clean her up and then she'll be with you in a bit. Momma, you've got some more work to do but it's easy."

"Go with her, Edward," Bella said, giving me a smile.

"I love you, Little One," I said, kissing my beautiful wife's lips. "Thank you…"

"You had a hand in it, too, protettore," she said, giggling tiredly. "I love you, too, but go be with our baby." I nodded and walked over to the incubator. Nurse Mallory was wiping her down. She then handed me a soft towel, instructing me how to do it. I was a daddy. I had a daughter. Nurse Mallory put a diaper on her and swaddled her expertly. Picking her up carefully, she placed my daughter into my arms.

"Congratulations, Mr. Cullen," she said, smiling.

I looked down at the perfect pink bundle in my arms. The love I felt for her was amazing. I couldn't imagine hurting her like my father did to me. This angel was relying on me to protect, love and cherish her. Caressing her soft cheek, I grinned like a buffoon when her eyes opened, displaying ice blue with green swimming in them. "Hello, Elizabeth. I'm your daddy. I promise you that I will always be there for you. I will always love you and that you are the most important person in my life, besides your mommy." She cooed, gripping my finger. "No one will ever hurt you, principessa. You daddy owns a gun and knows how to use it."

I walked back to Bella's bed. She was cleaned up and I sat down next to her, placing Elizabeth, our Bethy, into my wife's arms. "Oh, my," Bella sobbed, staring at our baby. "She's perfect, Edward."

"Just like her momma," I said, wrapping my arms around my girls.

"Bethy, Momma loves you so much, bambina," Bella cooed, tears spilling on her cheeks. "You are a blessing and we're so happy you're here. A few rules though…"

"Bella, she's minutes old," I snickered, staring at my daughter.

"Hush," Bella chided. "Rule number one, the pout. It works magic on your father. If you want something…jut out your bottom lip and he'll melt like butter. Rule number two, the pout on Papa Charlie…same as rule one only a much easier target. Rule number three, no pooping out your clothes. Yes, we have more outfits for you than God, but ewww. Rule number four, no dating until you're at least…"

"Fifty," I quipped.

"Do you want grandchildren?" Bella asked.

"Okay, forty."

"Oh, Edward," Bella chuckled. "I'll work on him." I rolled my eyes, cuddling my wife closer to my body. "Last but not least, it's not a rule, but a fact of life. You are a princess, Mommy and Daddy's princess. We will love and cherish you forever. Nothing will ever change that. Momma loves you."

"So does Daddy," I said, kissing my girls. "I love my two princesses. My two Mafia Princesses."

"And don't you forget it, Cullen," Bella laughed, kissing my lips.

Fin