To Be Whole
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet. Bella and Edward become whole. *Written before Breaking Dawn arrived. please, review!
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We walked into the Cullen house to find Alice, Jasper, Esme, Carlisle, Emmett, and Rosalie casually sitting around the front area, waiting.
“Bella,” sang Alice, as she sprang over to me. “How did everything turn out to you? Did I go completely overboard? Are you happy?”
I looked at Alice with a slightly bemused expression on my face. She looked so happy to be there and celebrating what was certainly one of the more momentous occasions in my life.
“Everything was amazing Alice,” I beamed at her. And I wasn’t lying. As much as I despised having to get married, she actually did make everything far more pleasurable than I thought it would originally be. “And yes, of course you went completely overboard, and I can’t thank you enough. For once.”
Alice laughed, and it sounded like bells. Rosalie sidled over to Alice’s side, and she handed me a small box, unwrapped, with a little gold bow on the top.
“I didn’t think you would want wrapping paper on it; we don’t want anything like…before,” she finished, smiling slightly.
I laughed uneasily, thinking back to my last birthday when I almost signed my death certificate by slicing my finger on the wrapping paper of one of my birthday gifts in the Cullen home.
“Thanks, Rosalie,” I smiled.
“Welcome to the family, Bella,” Carlisle smiled at me as he gave me a hug.
“We’re so glad you’re finally a Cullen,” Esme beamed at me. I couldn’t help smiling back. I was happy to be a Cullen. I stepped back and looked around at all of them, all five of the Cullen clan.
“Me too,” I assured her. “But can I please get out this dress and shower. It’s getting hard for me to breathe.” And it was, it came with a full bodice and corset.
“Oh, Bella! I forgot, your clothes are upstairs in Edward’s room,” Alice said to me.
She came forward and gave me hug. As did Emmett, Esme, Carlisle, Rosalie and Jasper. I hugged them all in return, a bit confused.
“We probably won’t be here when you get out of the shower, so I figure we should say goodbye now,” explained Alice.
“Where are you going?” I demanded, a bit confused.
“We,” Alice said, indicating to her, and everyone else except for me and Edward, “are going to visit Tanya in Denali for a weekend.”
“Oh.” I said. It was a lame response, but I couldn’t think of anything else to say. “Have fun,” I added.
“Don’t worry so much, Bella,” Carlisle added, smiling at me. “We’ll be fine.”
“Okay,” I said slowly, looking at Edward for the first time since we entered the house.
His eyes were on me already, and my breath caught in my throat as I stared into his eyes, which were a rich golden butterscotch. His expression was one that I knew, but couldn’t place at the moment, and it made me a little uncomfortable. I frowned, and he put his arm around my waist and held me to his cold side.
“Everything is going to be fine, Bella,” he said, mistaking my frown for worry about the rest of the Cullens leaving for Alaska.
“Okay,” I said simply. As I peeled my eyes away from Edward’s face, I noticed the entire family had donned backpacks.
“Well, we’re off,” smiled Carlisle, as he put his backpack on. The rest of the family followed. “Have fun you two,” he added, sounding a lot like Charlie.
I smiled as they walked out the door and into the night.
I eyed the gift still in my hand and looked at Edward, questioningly.
“Open it,” he said, bemused.
I slid off the bow and opened the box. Inside there was a long, thin golden chain, and a locket. It was small, and intricately made, with two roses intertwined with one thorn in the middle. The middle of each rose had a small gemstone in it, one a topaz and one a sapphire. I gasped as I opened the locket and found a picture of the beautiful family that I was now a part of on one side, and a picture of me and Edward on the other. It had been taken tonight. I thought back to the wedding frowning; I hadn’t noticed anyone taking any pictures, specially any of the Cullens. They were so sneaky.
“Do you like it,” Edward whispered, confused by the frown on my face.
“I love it,” I half sobbed. “Will you put it on?”
“Of course, Mrs. Cullen,” he replied lightly.
I untangled myself from his arm and turned around so my back was to him. I lifted my curls, and felt his cold hands on my neck as he quickly worked the clasp. A chill ran down my spine as he lightly kissed my neck.
I turned to Edward and rotated till my face was buried in his shirt. I wrapped my arms around his waist and breathed in, a little too much. I was suddenly overpowered with a sweet, intoxicating scent that breathed Edward Cullen. He fluidly wrapped his arms around my waist in return, and buried his face in my hair, blowing cool air onto the top of my scalp, making me shiver. He lifted his head and I looked up at him, smiling stupidly. He looked at me with an unreadable expression, and before I knew what he was doing, he crashed his lips against mine in an urgent sort of need.
It took me a minute to understand what was going on, and then my lips were pressing right back into his, my hands roaming up his back, as his found their way into my hair. His lips were so cool and smooth, and I dipped my tongue onto his bottom lip and swept it across in a line, feeling the smooth surface, almost like polished metal. He tasted so good, I didn’t understand it, and I could feel myself begin to lose the already limited amount of oxygen I possessed.
Then he surprised me. Under any other circumstances, I would have returned my tongue to my mouth and continued to kiss him, adhering to the limits we so carefully placed on our physical relationship. But his lips caught my tongue in a frenzied sort of pull, and for the first time in two years, my tongue ended up in his mouth. I gasped, and realizing I had no more breath to take in, I jerked my head back for air.
Damnit, I cursed myself as I regained some of my senses. I looked at Edward, feeling dizzy, and he had a look of hard frustration on his face. I frowned again, and pulled back a little to look at him better, but he kept his arms lock firmly around me, preventing me from moving too far. I stared at him with wide eyes, and he looked away.
“What…” I began, but he stopped me.
“I’m sorry,” he replied. “I should have controlled myself better.”
“I don’t mind,” I said, still half dazed.
He gave me a hard look, but smiled slightly. “I know. That’s the problem.”
I nuzzled into his shirt and sighed. I could get used to this.
“Go shower, Bella,” Edward instructed, suddenly releasing his grip on me.
“Why?” I asked.
“You said less than ten minutes ago you wanted to get out of this gown and take a shower,” he pointed out.
“Oh. I guess I…forgot.” I replied sheepishly.
He gave me another smile, kissed me quickly and the next moment I was in his arms. We were in his bedroom within three seconds.
“I could have walked,” I scolded, as he put me down at the foot of his golden, king sized
“You could have. But I decided to take a more convenient mode of transportation,” fixing his eyes pointedly on my four inch heels.
I looked down and smiled wryly. I guess he had a point.
“Alice left your things over there,” he said, pointing to the black couch that I took to sleeping on whenever I was kidnapped by Alice when Edward went hunting. I took off my shoes, and walked over to it, looking for pajamas and my toothbrush. What I found were definitely not my pajamas. I pulled out a silk power blue camisole with matching shorts, and underwear. I silently cursed Alice, instantly taking back my happiness at her “overdoing”. I just wanted my sweats and t-shirt. Something familiar. I would have to speak with her when she returned. I did not wear clothes like this.
My thoughts were interrupted when Edward turned on his massive stereo system and began to let Glen Hansard’s melodic voice drift into the room. I loved this song.
As I finished gathering all I would need for my shower, I saw Edward out of the corner of my eye, already lying on the massive bed, looking like a personal God sent to me from the heavens. His bronze hair looked slightly windswept, and he had his eyes closed. His face was still, he looked like a statue. His lips were uncharactistically parted slightly, and I felt my heart jump.
Calm down, I scolded myself. He looked so peaceful, breathing deeply, completely succumbed to the glorious beauty that was all his. All mine. He was my husband, after all. I watched his chest rise and fall, as the form fitting shirt he wore distracted me from his face. I smiled to myself as he opened his eyes and stared at me.
He eyed me questioningly, as I straightened up and smiled sheepishly at him, then left the room and walked down the hall to shower.