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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)

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20. New Life

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~Isabella Marie Mason’s point of view~

“How is your toe?” Edward asked me, winking as we left the ball. It was a rather long night, but surprisingly the ball didn’t tire me out completely. Father and I had danced the traditional father daughter dance, and Edward and I had danced our first dance as a married couple. City Hall was down the road, so Edward had helped me into the car. Angela and Leo Williams were in the other car behind us-they would sign to be our witnesses for our marriage license.

“You heard about that.” I mumbled-I was walking into the room I was supposed to get ready in at the church and ran into a chair…it wasn’t my proudest moment. I only stubbed my toe, but Elizabeth was there watching the whole entire thing. She must have told him. Edward kissed my forehead,

“It was relatively small for what you’re known for.” He laughed as I lightly smacked him on the shoulder. I smiled,

“That was very funny, Edward.” I told him sarcastically. He grinned and the car stopped. He quickly hopped out and walked around to my side to open the door. He held out his hand,

“Shall we, Mrs. Mason?” Edward asked. I smiled back at him and took his hand, trying to gather up as much as I could of my gown to avoid tripping.

“Bella-here.” Edward could see that I was having trouble, so he put his hands around my waist and lifted me out of the car, setting me down on my feet.

“I think we have just avoided me falling flat on my face-so thank you,” I laughed. Edward held onto my hand and waited for Angela and Collin to catch up.

“You ready, Ed?” Collin asked. On his right was Angela, she was smiling at me.

“After you.” Edward gestured for me to go up the stairs to the main doors of city hall. I started walking, and then he followed. Once we were inside and had the marriage license in front of us, we began to fill the small paper out.

“I didn’t think they needed this much information.” I murmured filling it out. Edward nodded,

“Isabella Marie…” he whispered, looking at my full name as I signed. I smiled up at him,

“I was given the middle name of Marie from my grandmother.” I told him.

“It’s very beautiful.” He put his hand on my shoulder.

“Where did ‘Anthony’ come from?” I asked him as I handed him the pen. He filled out his current residence and birth place.

“I believe it was my grandfather’s name.” He chuckled, and signed his name in a scrawl that looked not swirly but slanted...his print was so unique and balanced.

“Isabella Marie Mason, we are now legally a married couple.” He handed the marriage license to Angela and Collin to sign.

“You two go ahead, we’ll take care of this.” Collin told us. I smiled,

“Thank you.” Angela nodded, grinning as Edward and I turned around and walked back outside to our car.

“A married couple…” I repeated what he had said in the building as the car started. I pondered over it…and with Edward sitting next to me, the thought made me absolutely elated.

“Bella, I have something to show you.” Edward said after a few minutes in the car. I was puzzled at first, as he helped me out of the car. I took his hand, and hopped down-my shoes clicking against the sidewalk that was under us. I turned around, and I gasped. It was the most beautiful townhouse I had ever seen. It was in the good part of the city too-so I knew mother and father would more than approve. It was white, with a wraparound porch. There were beautiful and detailed designs carved into the wood. It was illuminated by lights, making the house stand out in the night, like the stars above us.

“This is our home, Bella.” Edward told me, wrapping an arm around my waist as we stood on the sidewalk looking at it. In some way I understood that, but it was completely different to hear. I took a few steps forward, opening the gait and looking at the front yard. Edward followed me,

“All of our things have been moved in, even furniture. Mother was persistent on having flowers in the front garden as well.” He explained as I smelled a rose.

“Edward, it’s…” I was at a loss for words as I spun around to look at him. He was smiling-a smile only worn on him when he was truly happy.

“Shall I show you the inside, then?” he asked me, holding out a hand. I nodded, taking it, as I knew I always would for the rest of my life. Before I knew it he knocked me out from under my feet gently. I didn’t even have time to yelp in surprise before I was being carried in his arms. He walked towards our front door, and I smiled up at him. This was where we would start everything-our new lives together. He opened the door and carried me over the threshold.


I awoke to birds chirping, just as I would when I lived in the home I grew up in.

I opened my eyes, expecting Edward to be next to me. But the side of the bed next to me was cold. I stretched and looked around. There was a bit of sunshine trying to break into the room through the window.

I looked up at the ceiling and closed my eyes again, opening them slowly. Could it have just been yesterday when I woke up in my childhood home? Could it have just been twenty-four hours ago that I bounded down the stairs to have breakfast with my parents, as I did every morning?

I wiped my eyes, sitting up. I looked to my right, still puzzled on where Edward could be. I looked at the small table next to me and found my brush lying on it. I felt my hair going in tangles down my back. I combed through it before braiding it so that the braid went down my left shoulder loosely.

“Good morning, love.” Edward smiled at me carrying something in his hands. He set it down and opened the curtains to reveal the beautiful view beneath us.

“What’s this?” I asked him, clearing my voice. He kissed my forehead as I sat up. He put a tray that was used for having breakfast in bed. There was toast, orange juice and eggs, as well as a tiny vase with a single red rose from the garden outside placed in it.

“It’s your breakfast.” he explained. I laughed, blushing,

“Thank you, but you didn’t need to do all of this.” I told him. He sat down on the bed next to me, putting his arm around my shoulders.

“Of course I did.” He disagreed. I didn’t argue-I was starving. At the ball I didn’t eat much.

“It’s surprisingly good.” I remarked as I swallowed my first bite. His eyebrow rose,

“Surprisingly?” he repeated smiling.

“Yes, surprisingly.” I said, taking a bite of my toast. I picked up my glass of orange juice and took a sip. I grinned at him and he laughed,

“Didn’t know I could cook, did you?” he asked.

“No, I had no idea.” He kissed me and played with my braid while I ate.

After I was finished, Edward took the tray back downstairs to the kitchen. I took that opportunity to change. I opened up one door that linked off from our room to find a bathroom. That wasn’t what I was looking for. I moved quickly, my bare feet touching the cold floor as I walked.

I opened up the other door and found a walk-in closet. I sighed, trying to find the light switch. I ran my hand up and down the wall next to me until I found it. I flicked it on, and looked around.

The left hand side was all used for Edward’s things, so I looked to my right. All of my dresses were there, including some I didn’t recognize. I thumbed through them, picking out a simple house dress, a dark blue, and slipped it on. I buttoned it down, and then I picked shoes. It was a new dress, and I wondered who had gotten it for me.

Dress styles were changing drastically-not that I watched it closely. The war made buttons and buckles, military braiding, and dark colors of the moment. I liked how the dress length had shortened to mid calf, making it easier so that I didn’t trip from the dress tying around my ankles as I walked.

I unbraided my hair once I flicked the light switch to the closet off. I stood in front of the mirror, taking my brush away from the bedside table and to the dresser. I found all of my hair things in a drawer, which made it easy and convenient to pull my hair up.

I walked out of our bedroom and towards the stairs. Our room was at the end of the hall, six more rooms branched off from it besides ours-one being a bathroom to my right. I continued to explore, looking in the first one to find that it was Edward’s study. He would use it for his job, being owner of one of the two banks his father owned.

I stepped inside and looked around. There was a fireplace, which looked like it was two sided, so I expected to see another fireplace in the room next door. There was a framed picture of Edward and I on the mantle. I took it down and looked at it-it was taken at my birthday party. I smiled, putting it back up.

There was a mahogany desk in the middle of the room, two more picture frames sat on top of it. I sat in the seat behind the desk and looked at them. There was one with Collin, Leo and Edward playing baseball. In the picture Edward was pitching, and Collin was up to bat. Leo played catcher. They were all grinning. I looked at the other picture to find that it was just me-taken at the Newton’s ball. Mother must have given him that one.

I stood back up and walked to the hallway, looking in the room next to Edward’s study. That was when books caught my eye. I walked in and found all of my old books were placed on built-in shelves. There were new ones as well-the ones that I was looking at when Edward took me to town before my birthday party.

I smiled-there was so much to read. There, on the mantle of the fireplace, was a picture of Angela, Jessica, and I that must have been taken a year before this. How very different everything was then compared to now. There was a small desk too, not as extravagant as Edward’s-though his would be used for his work.

It was definitely clear that this room was made for me. I sat on the bench of the bay window and looked towards the backyard-which I never laid eyes on. There was another garden, and a stone bench. It was large and open.

I got up and walked back to the hallway again, looking at the room next to my room at the end of the all it was, for the most part, empty. I passed the start of the stairs to the room across from this noticing that it too was empty. The seventh and final room that was in-between the empty one and the room I shared with Edward was empty as well. It became crystal clear, as I ventured down the stairs, that this house was designed for a family with three children at least. The yard was open, for children to play in. The three empty rooms were there to be changed into bedrooms.

I walked downstairs, seeing the small greeting room by the front door, and the formal sitting area branching off from it. There was another room, branching off from the front, which was on your right when you stepped in the house, with a large white grand piano. I smiled, excited to know that Edward’s piano playing would be heard in this house too.

I passed the dining room, complete with a beautiful table and chairs to match. There was a room with two double doors-and that was basically empty as well. It was there to serve as a play room. I gulped-that room would stay empty for a while. There was a door leading to the back yard, the wraparound porch holding a porch swing. I walked through a small hallway which had a closet and bathroom, to find the kitchen. Edward was just putting the now washed fork that I had used for my breakfast away. It had a table for sitting down in it as well, with an opening that connected to the dining room.

“You look beautiful.” He told me walking over and kissing me.

“Thank you.” I smiled, leaning my head against his chest and listening to his heartbeat as his arms were around me.

“The house is wonderful.” I whispered.

“I’m glad that you think so.” I felt him nod.

“You wouldn’t happen to know how so many new outfits and books found their way in here, would you?” I asked him. He shrugged,

“I don’t have the faintest idea.” I grinned, looking up at him,

“That’s what I thought-and thank you.” I added.

“Anything for you.”