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In My Time

In My Time by Awsomealice94 Thank you Marauder by Midnight for the banner Isabella Marie Swan and Edward Anthony Mason were just sixteen and seventeen before they met, their destinies never seeming to cross paths. Living in the very outskirts of Chicago, Bella doesn’t want to be married as quickly as society wants. Edward wants to help assist President Wilson by fighting in the World War. Plans seemed to all change when, unexpectedly, with one little spark, a fire seemed to ignite the both of them. Through troubles beyond comprehension, the times of properness and society, influenza on the rise, and abhorrent losses- perhaps even their own deaths, the two of them must concur them all. But can they? A love story to the fullest-but of course, even the best love stories have tragedy and losses nestled inside. (2nd most favorite on the site! Thanks guys! Also-In My Time was on display in Waterstones Bookstore, located in Oxford,United Kingdom for a twilight event)

- alright, I have a VERY good feeling about this story, and I am hoping you will too. Disclaimer- I own nothing, I just write fan fic, and I love doing it :)

17. Bella's Feelings

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~Isabella Marie Swan’s Point of View~

“Ms. Bella-aren’t you excited for tomorrow?” Angela asked me, she looked so happy. We were both sitting in my bedroom, putting the flower bouquets together for Jessica, Angela and myself. We were also getting some of the major flower arrangements out of the way, like the bouquets that would be placed on dinner tables at the reception. Though we could have somebody else do it, us girls decided it would be fun to do for ourselves.

“Yes…and nervous…and ecstatic all at once.” I answered as I hid my now red face behind the flowers. She laughed and so did somebody else.

“Well, that’s to be expected. I felt the same way.” Jessica walked in and sat down on the floor next to us. “Your mother said you were both up here.” She explained.

“Oh yes, I remember how you felt. All though, as I recall it you were more nervous than anything else.” I raised an eyebrow.

“You say potato I say patato.” She waved it off as Angela and I both rolled our eyes.

“How is married life?” I asked her, smiling as I set the flowers I was holding down on the floor next to me.

“Nice, actually. Mike is a really wonderful husband.” She smiled, “you will enjoy it.” She assured.

“This is so unfair. I will be the only one of the three musketeers not married!” Angela exclaimed. I smiled at the three musketeer’s reference-we used to call ourselves that.

“Oh that’s right, what is going on with you and Mr. Cheney, Ms. Webber?” Jessica asked, picking up flowers to put in a bouquet.

“Well,” she smiled even wider and started to blush, “I don’t really know…” she pretended to inspect a white rose.

“Oh, please,” Jessica said sarcastically as she threw a flower at her, “you do too know.” She accused.

“Angela, we are your best friends.” I said to her, nudging her lightly with my elbow, “you can tell us anything.” I promised her.

“I think Ben might propose tomorrow night, after the ball. Though that’s just an assumption.” She confessed. Jessica and I sat gaping at her,

“I do have to say one thing, Ms. Webber-you and Mr. Cheney make quite an adorable couple.” Jessica giggled.

“Well, I hope your assumption comes true for tomorrow night.” I said, reaching over and patting her hand as Jessica nodded in agreement.

“Why thank you.” She smiled.

“Bella, you said you were nervous. Pray tell?” Jessica asked.

“I’m nervous because…” I sighed, “what if I trip walking down the aisle? Or if something goes terribly wrong with the wedding? What if Edward doesn’t want to marry me anymore? What if I am doing the wrong thing by getting married so early? And then there is after the wedding and ball too…” I trailed off.

“Wow.” Angela said.

“Bella, first of all don’t be nervous. You’re Father will be holding your arm down the aisle, so even if you trip a little bit he will hold you up and support you.” Jessica explained.

“And we will try to make sure that nothing goes wrong with the wedding.” Angela added.

“And Ms. Bella, come on! Have you ever noticed the way Edward looks at you? It is like you are some type of angel! All you see is pure love in his eyes.” Jessica assured.

“And it’s the same when you look at him-you’re not doing the wrong thing with marrying him. Just think about him, and you will agree.” Angela promised. I thought about his green eyes, his smile, and the touch of his lips on mine…

“I don’t feel nervous anymore.” I whispered.

“You’ll be fine.” Jessica assured as she and Angela nodded their heads.


“Wake up!” I awoke and sat up quickly. Still squinting from the sudden bright light I looked at my mother and one of our maids hurry into my room.

“Why so early?” I groaned holding my head in my hands. I had stayed up a little late with Angela and Jessica, which meant that I had gotten very little sleep.

“My dear Bella, will you please smell the roses!” my exasperated mother told me. I muttered,

“I did last night already.” I hid a smirk as she rolled her eyes,

“Don’t go getting smart with me, young lady. Your wedding is today, Miss-you need to wake up for it. Now come-breakfast is on the table. Don’t worry too much about your hair or what you’re wearing today-you will only be in public before the wedding for two minutes, in and out of the car.” she explained before walking out with the maid.

“Ugh.” I laid my head back on my pillow and closed my eyes…what had she said? My wedding was today…I opened my eyes, rather startled. This would be the last morning waking up in my bed, in the house I grew up in, under my parent’s roof. The last time I would wake up to the name of Miss. Bella Swan. The last time I would be single for the rest of my existence.


I couldn’t stay in bed any longer-my heart was pumping too fast and adrenaline was making my head spin. I put on an ivory dress and brushed through my hair before putting it up carelessly in a bun. I walked down the stairs, and sat down at the dining room table for breakfast.

“Well, that was rather quick.” Mother greeted me-she didn’t look surprised. She knew me better than anyone-when I’m nervous or excited, I can’t stay still. She knew that to get me up and out of bed. Father didn’t look up from the paper until he handed it to me,

“Your name repeats several times, dear.” I grimaced and glanced over the cover. It had the highlights of today, and then upcoming events on the cover. Edward and I’s wedding was the first thing on it; it included almost every detail of what should happen today-from ceremony to ball.

I gasped when I read the upcoming news-‘New draft of war announced’. I bit my lip and glanced over the names, my heart sinking when I read the two names I knew but hoped wouldn’t be on it- Collin Bennett and Leo Williams.

“Oh, no.” I whispered…most men didn’t come back alive from this war.

“I should talk to Edward about this.” I muttered, getting up from the table.

“And just where do you think you are going? The bride doesn’t see the groom before she walks down the aisle today-you know that.” Mother said to me. I sunk back in my chair-how was he taking this?

“The draft-they’ve announced it.” I told her, giving her the paper.

“How Nancy and Martha must be taking this, I don’t know.” she murmured, talking about their mothers, before setting the paper down on the table beside her. I took a sip of my orange juice, and tried to eat a few pieces of fruit before leaving the table. My stomach was in knots just thinking about the wedding, and about the future of others-I couldn’t eat without feeling nauseous.