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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 :)

21. Dinner Party

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~Isabella Marie Mason’s Point of View~

“Bella, Edward let us in. I hope you don’t mind.” I found Jessica and Angela walking into my library. I looked up from my book and at them,

“I don’t mind at all! It’s so good to see the both of you!” I grinned automatically, putting my book to the side and running into their arms.

“We’ve missed you, Bella.” Angela told me. I smiled, gesturing for them to sit down next to me on the bench.

“It’s been two weeks.” I laughed.

“We know.” Jessica shrugged, smiling.

“The house is beautiful. You will have to give us a tour-Edward apologized that he couldn’t. He informed us he was late for work.” Angela explained. It wasn’t like it mattered that he was late for work-he owned the bank. He couldn’t lose his job no matter how late he was. Edward liked to do his best at everything, though.

“Of course! Come on, I’ll show you the upstairs first.” I held out my hands and continued to show them everything.

“There are a lot of spare rooms, aren’t there?” Jessica murmured as we finally sat down on the porch swing in the back yard. I let out a gust of air,

“So you’ve noticed that too.” I bit my lip.

“Let me guess-his mother picked the house?” Jessica asked. I nodded,

“Yes, actually she did. But I love Elizabeth-and the house,” I shrugged, “she was just keeping our futures in mind.” I explained.

“Do you want to have children?” Angela asked me. I looked to her, and then looked back at the yard. I could picture little children playing here, with the same green eyes as Edward and brown curly hair like mine.

“Someday, perhaps.” I nodded.

“It’s not like you have to fill those three rooms any time soon, Bella.” Angela reminded me, “You have your whole lives ahead of you.”

“I agree.” I nodded again. I knew this already, but it was good to have somebody else say it out loud to me. It assured me that I was right.

“Does Edward like his job?” Jessica asked. I cracked a smile,

“I think he finds it a little boring-there isn’t much he has to do. He owns the bank, after all. He just has signatures and things of that nature to accomplish… I just don’t like being here by myself for the day…” I sighed. Children would keep me busy, I was sure-but even if I didn’t like being alone here I just didn’t think I was ready…

“I understand- Mike works at the outfitters store he now owns…but I’m all alone for the day. And I don’t particularly like doing house work.” Jessica made a face. I laughed,

“I know-Edward makes it easy for me. He helps out whenever he possibly can.” I explained.

“I feel left out. Can we carry on another conversation, please?” Angela pleaded. Jessica and I nodded,

“Of course, Angela.” we both grinned.


“How was your day?” I asked Edward as he came into the sitting room. I didn’t hear him arrive home. I stood up to hug him, but instead he put down his bag and picked me up, twirling me around. A smile was on his face,

“It was lovely-but it’s getting all the more better now that I’m with you.” he whispered, setting me down and kissing me. I had to pull back from lack of oxygen, but once I caught my breath he leaned down and kissed me again.

“I’ve missed you.” he told me. I smiled,

“I’ve missed you too. It’s been too quite here-but now it’s the weekend, and I can see you twenty four seven for the next two days.” I leaned my head against his chest.

“I love you, Bella.” I felt his lips press against my hair.

“I love you too.” I smiled, “the house party is tomorrow night.” I reminded him. His eyebrows furrowed together,

“That’s tomorrow?” he asked me.

“Yes-tomorrow. Did you forget?”

“No, I didn’t forget. I’m just marveling at how this week has flown by, is all. Any help you possibly need I can satisfy.” He assured me.

“Thank you.” I smiled and went to the kitchen, to start dinner. Cooking wasn’t that bad for me, I could cook for the two of us easily. Elizabeth had given me a lot of Edward’s favorite recipes, and I in turn tried to make them the best as I possibly could. I was better than most newly wedded brides-Poor Mike Newton suffered from lack of food because of Jessica’s cooking.

Tomorrow night was our house warming party. I had sent out the invitations a few days after the wedding, which gave people the minimum amount of days in advance to see if their schedules allowed a dinner party. It was mandatory that you show your friends and family your new home once you were married, and to portray the fact that you were doing okay.

I was a little delirious about the whole situation, though. I knew that we were hiring catering for tomorrow-for it was far too many people for me to even try to cook for. We were inviting twenty people-seven from my side of the family and eleven from Edward’s, plus the two of us. There would be my mother and father in attendance, as well as Angela and her parents, Jessica and Mike Newton. Then there would be Elizabeth and Edward, Edward’s Uncle George, Aunt Jane, and little cousin Diana, Collin Bennett and his parents, Leo Williams and his parents. It was a far greater number than mine, for I didn’t have any cousins. Both my mother and father were only children.

“Angela is coming early to help me figure out where all of the tables and chairs are going to be set-it will be someplace in the back yard. Then there are the linins to be pressed and plates and-oh no! I forgot to write the seating arrangements down-” I was explaining to Edward as we sat at the dinner table.

“Bella, please don’t stress out about this. There are people we are hiring to do all of this for you. The worst case scenario is you choosing between ivory table clothes and white. You will be fine.” Edward assured me again.

“I’m obsessing over this, aren’t I?” I groaned, setting my glass down. Edward cracked a smile,

“Just a little.” He held my hand.

“I just want everything to be perfect.” I mumbled.

“I know you do-and it will be. I trust you. Besides, it’s not a dinner party for the governor. We invited family members and friends-and they aren’t going to judge you.” Edward pointed out.

“You’re right,” I sighed, “I know.” Edward and I took our plates to the kitchen sink. I washed them while he dried. By the end, we were both soaked in soapy water from flicking it at each other. We laughed and went to change.

*A few hours later*

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to bed?” Edward asked, half asleep as he wandered into my little library room. I was hard at work making name tags for where people were going to sit for the party tomorrow night. My pen moved lightly across the cards, writing Angela’s name with calligraphy in black ink.

“I need to get this done. You go ahead-I’ll be in shortly.” I murmured, looking up from my desk.

“Alright.” He yawned and shuffled his feet to the room across the hall, left kitty corner to this. He would be sleeping soundly within five minutes of his head hitting the pillow. I sighed and picked up another card, writing Leo William’s name on it.

I looked towards my seating chart list-Elizabeth would be the last card I had to make before following Edward. My eyes burnt from being awake longer than I should. I stifled a yawn and rubbed my eyes once. I looked to see that it was pitch black outside through my window. It was most likely past midnight.

I set the pen down and walked to the door, flicking off the lights. I tried to make very little noise as I crept into the room I shared with Edward, careful not to disturb him and cause him to awaken.

I changed into my night clothes blindly and took my hair out of my bun, letting it fall around me. I felt my way to the bed; Edward’s light breathing the only sound in the house. I thought I was actually going to make it to the bed without waking him, until something caught my foot.

I let out a squeak as I fell to the hard wood floor, clumsiness getting the best of me. My hands were stinging from hitting the wood with so much impact-I had put my hands out automatically to not fall on my face.

The light flicked on and Edward was by my side, helping me up. I was sure he was squinting, hardly able to see at first. But his eyes adjusted quickly. “Are you alright?” he asked me.

“I’m so sorry, Edward! I was trying not to awake you but-” I began to apologize.

“Bella, you didn’t need to do that. Plus, your night gown is on backwards.” Edward stifled a laugh as I looked down. I couldn’t help but smile as I fixed it.

“The dark doesn’t help the uncoordinated.” I told him, crawling into bed. He flicked the lights off and joined me. He kissed my forehead and folded his arms around me.

“Did you hurt yourself?”

“No, I’m alright.” I assured him.

“Thank goodness for that.” his voice became slower the more sleep took over, “Good night, love.” he whispered.

“Good night.” I told him, relieving my burning eyes by finally closing them.


“Before you have a heart attack, please relax!” Angela announced bustling into the house, not bothering to knock on the door. We both had given her a key.

I wiped around, away from one of the chef’s asking me if the meal he was going to prepare was okay with me. I felt way too stressed and I was thankful that some help had arrived.

“Oh, Angela! Thank god!” I hugged her, “Can you please pick the table cloths? I couldn’t decide-white may be too bright but then the ivory may look different and I-” I began to explain. It was annoying that Edward was right-this was one of the hardest decisions I had to make tonight.

“Okay, I’m on it. No worries!” she walked swiftly to the back yard. Luckily the sun was shining bright, and the weather looked amazing for a dinner outside. I turned back to the chef,

“Whatever you are preparing is fine-just make sure that a smaller plate is prepared for my husband’s little cousin.” I told him. He nodded,

“I’ll get right to it, Mrs. Mason.” I smiled and thanked him, moving on to get the seating arrangements from upstairs.

I wasn’t good at this sort of thing. I didn’t like hosting big parties-even if there were only twenty people. It wasn’t my cup of tea-and this was the first event I would be hosting at my home being married. It was the most important-it was to see how a new wife would do from now on, and how much they had learned while being in society. Needless to say, I was freaking out. I was about to head back downstairs when I heard voices coming from Edward’s office.

“Edward, we’re leaving in a couple of weeks, you know.” Collin Bennett’s voice echoed from the room. I bit my lip and stood by the closed door, listening. Normally, this would be an evasion of privacy. It was…sort of. But that didn’t stop me from eavesdropping.

“I know, Collin.” Edward sounded sad.

“We’ve learned about a possible emergency draft for the war-any man seventeen to thirty is eligible to be enlisted. But this is by force.” Leo told him. My hand automatically moved to cover my mouth as I gasped, my eyes widening.

“It was only a matter of time.” Collin said.

“That doesn’t mean I will be enlisted.” Edward pointed out, but his voice wasn’t confident at all.

“Right, you’re young to the government. If you were eighteen like us, it may be different, but you have just turned of age last June. Socially, of age is sixteen. But to the government the very minimum is seventeen-they tend to take eighteen year olds and up, though. Some men the age of seventeen are still finishing school and such.” Leo explained. I felt my heart racing as I continued to stand outside the door, threatening to collapse or drop what I was holding.

“What happens if I get enlisted? I can’t leave Bella here. I know I said that I wanted to go, before I met her. Now I want to stay with my wife-I don’t want to go. I hope I’m not sounding self conceded but-” Edward sounded completely defeated.

“We understand that, Edward. We aren’t here to judge you-you’re our best friend. But we came to warn you. You’re relatively safe right now, but if this war continues to go on past June 20th…we don’t like it any more than you do.” Collin sighed.

“There is nothing we can do as of moment-so let’s try to make the last two weeks count.” I heard Edward get up from his chair and I quickly bolted down the stairs. I couldn’t face any of the servers or chefs we hired, so I turned quickly to the empty room under the stairs. I pulled the double doors open quickly and shut them. I sat in the corner of the room and let the tears I had refused to spill over now freely roll down my face.

He couldn’t leave…the government couldn’t make him. It was just the fact that he could be forced to join the war that broke my heart. I would be living in fear for him from now on. Even if he was-I wouldn’t let him. He couldn’t go-that was final. Angela opened the door,

“Bella, I’ve been looking all over for you.” Angela came into the room and shut the door. “What’s wrong?” she asked me, sitting down on the floor beside me.

“I overheard Collin and Leo talking to Edward. They said there might be an emergency draft soon-and Edward is eligible to be on it-to be forced to leave and fight.” I explained, sobbing. Angela’s eyes widened,

“That doesn’t mean he is going, Bella. He’s not on a list-and he is not leaving.” Angela shushed me, putting her arms around me. I sniffled,

“But the possibility of him going-” I began.

“The possibility of him having to go is only a possibility. It’s not going to happen any time soon, if at all. Don’t worry about this now-it wasn’t meant for you to hear because Edward didn’t want you to worry with possibilities.” She explained. I wiped the tears from my face,

“You’re right.” I nodded.

“Right now, the only thing you have to focus on is making this dinner party possible. This reminds me, I chose white table cloths. It matched the house.” Angela shrugged. A smile appeared on my face,

“I didn’t think of that.” I laughed once. She got up and held out her hand,

“You can pull this thing off, Bella. Just go out there and make it happen.” Angela encouraged. I took her hand and let her pull me up.

“If you’re okay, I was going to do the flower arrangements, for the center pieces of the tables.” Angela explained. I nodded,

“Thank you-I could never do any of this without you.” she knew that I wasn’t just talking about the dinner party. She kissed my cheek and continued to the dining room, where the flowers were put.

I walked outside a little later to find that all of the tables were set up perfectly. The workers were just finishing setting the tables with my fine china. I looked at my chart and found the correct name tags, placing them where they needed to go. The sun was warm, and it was very hot for a Saturday belonging to October. There was hardly any wind. The weather felt rather like August.

“What do you think?” Angela asked me. She was holding a vase full of orange, yellow, and red flowers-the colors of fall. I smiled,

“It’s perfect.” I nodded. Her smile brightened as she set the vase down in the center of the closest table.

“The weather seems to be on your side, Bella. I’ve never lived through an October day so warm.” Angela told me as we went back inside, making more of the flower arrangements.


~Edward Anthony Mason’s Point of View~

“Does everything look okay? They’ll be here any minute.” Bella fretted. She kept on checking the back yard to make sure everything was fine. Then she would walk to the mirror and adjust something on her dress or her hair. I grabbed her hand and kissed it,

“Everything looks amazing.” I assured her, holding her still for once. I knew she felt nervous about this-showing our home and our new life to our family and friends. I was a little nervous too, but for her sake I didn’t show it.

We both turned our heads to the front door once we heard a knock. “You’ll be perfect.” I whispered, kissing her forehead before continuing to the door. I opened it to find Mother and Father.

“Edward!” they greeted me. Bella was next to me to take their jackets. Both had on light ones-it was in the seventies, warmer weather than I would have ever thought for an October night.

“Oh, dear- are we early?” mother asked once she realized nobody else had come yet. Bella shook her head,

“No, in fact you are right on time. Miss. Weber is already here, actually.” Bella turned her head to see Angela coming from the kitchen. I was very thankful for Bella’s best friend-for without her I would have to do flower arrangements and things of that nature. She saved me from doing tasks that were unfamiliar to me and Bella from going insane.

“Hello, Mrs. and Mr. Mason.” She stood beside Bella.

“Hello, dear.” Mother smiled.

“May I get you something to drink?” I asked them.

“Water would be nice, dear.” Mother nodded,

“I’m alright, thank you for asking.” Father told me. I nodded, turning to get the water for Mother, but Bella was already on her way to the kitchen.

Over the next twenty minutes, everyone had completely arrived. Uncle George, Aunt Jane, and Diana being the last.

“We’re so sorry, dear. This little one couldn’t pick a dress to wear.” Aunt Jane winked, holding Diana’s hand. I smiled,

“That’s quite alright.” I told her, leading them down the hall and outside.

“Pretty flowers!” Diana gushed, skipping lightly to the garden. I spied Bella walking up next to her, picking a flower that Diana pointed to. It was a light yellow, and Bella kneeled down to Diana’s level and handed it to her delicately. I watched as Bella laughed with Diana. Diana, in turn, threw her arms around Bella- all with the delight of making a new friend.

“She seems to be good with Diana.” Father appeared standing next to me. I didn’t realize I was staring at them. I felt my lips turning into a smile as Bella picked Diana up and spun her around, holding onto her.

“Yes, she most certainly is.” I murmured before walking forward, Father keeping step with me.

“She seems very attuned to Diana-does she love children?” he asked me. I shrugged,

“I don’t know…it seems to be that way, yes.” Why in the world was he asking me such strange questions?

He nodded once, and left me after that, walking in the direction of my Mother, whom had waved him over. I looked back at Bella. She caught my eye and smiled, meeting me in the middle of the yard.

“Everything seems to be going well.” She greeted me, Diana still in her arms. I looked around-the tables and decorations were flawless. Everyone was in a conversation, and dinner would be served any time now. I would have to leave and go join another conversation soon, since I was the host.

“Yes, you are doing a wonderful job.” I smiled, “how are you, Di?” I asked my baby cousin, brushing her soft blond curls from her face. She held out the flower to me,

“Edward, Bella picked a pretty flower all for me! See?” she grinned. Bella kissed her forehead.

“It’s very beautiful, just like the two of you.” I laughed and waved goodbye to them, joining Mrs. Swan, Mr. Bennett, and Mrs. Bennett in their conversation.

Once dinner was served we all sat down at one of the four tables. Diana, Aunt Jane and Uncle George were at a table with Mother and Father. Renée and Charlie Swan sat with Mr. and Mrs. Weber, along with Jessica and Mike Newton. Collin and Leo’s parents sat at the same table. Collin, Leo, Angela, Bella, and I all sat at the fourth table.

“The house looks amazing, Bella.” Angela told her. Bella beamed,

“If it wasn’t for you it wouldn’t look like this.” She told her friend.

“I hope you’re prepared for the paper tomorrow-although, with such a lovely dinner party they shouldn’t have one distasteful thing to report.” Collin told us. Bella’s smile grew,

“Thank you, Collin.” She took a sip of her water and set it down gently. After dinner was done, we all retreated into the house for coffee and dessert. Bella and I didn’t have any coffee though-we didn’t enjoy the taste.

“Bella, Diana wouldn’t stop talking about you the whole entire dinner. She is quite attached.” Aunt Jane mentioned as we sat in the sitting room. Diana placed herself on Bella’s lap, completely at ease there. I saw Diana’s eyes flutter open and shut, slowly drifting asleep.

“She is such a sweet girl, Jane.” Bella smiled, kissing Diana’s head.

“Thank you,” she smiled, “I hope you don’t mind if she comes to visit. I have a feeling she won’t rest until she does.”

“I have no objection with that.” Bella gently stroked Di’s curls. I looked up from them to see that Father and Mother were both smiling, staring at them too. I immediately understood what Father was talking about earlier. Bella was good with Diana, and Diana had taken an immediate attachment to her.

Bella was good with a child-which was implying that she would be a good mother. I let out a gust of air, and looked back up at Father, who locked eyes with me. He knew that I figured out what he was thinking earlier. But I didn’t think Bella and I were ready for that sort of step. I looked back down at Bella and Diana. She met my gaze and smiled. I smiled back and continued to talk with Aunt Jane and Uncle George. I could see a future with a little girl, falling asleep in Bella’s lap just as Diana was doing. But that future could be compromised with the emergency draft…Bella looked up at me again, and I tried to smile back.