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Master of Ceremonies

Please read A B.A. in B.S. prior to reading this one...it will help you quite a bit. This is the second part of a three part series. Edward and Bella have grown quite a bit since he left...to the point they got back together AFTER Edward earned Bella back and then proposed. And he did all this after they talked to Charlie! So, here comes the bride, the groom, all the wedding fanfare, and many suprises inbetween. Oh...and lots of lemony goodness too. Again, some OCC, but you'll likey. Please bear with the first 10-11 chapters as they are a buildup to a kickass twist in chapter 12! Update 8/12/11 I've just added 3 new chapters and I hope you enjoy them. There's a bunch of fun stuff starting and on it's way!!I've also added some references from one of my fav UK shows into one of the chapters. I hope I described them well enough so you know which episodes I refer to. I am loving the reviews I am getting...but I do wish there were MORE! C'mon peoples-give me a few clicks of the mouse, a few keystrokes, and maybe about twenty seconds of your time...you know you want to!


19. Chapter 19

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Edward and I were making such a racket in the kitchen that Charlie had his gun drawn despite the fact that Edward’s car was parked in front of the house. Edward was so focused on…let’s say putting his head and lips where it counts (wink wink grin grin), that he was not paying attention to the fact that Charlie had pulled up.

Edward finally heard him click the safety off while standing at the front door and it gave us enough time to look presentable and act as if we were picking a pot off the floor. I acted as if standing in the kitchen with the gun drawn scared the crap out of me even though Edward had told me he was here.

There was a big grin on his face once he got a whiff of Grandma’s Stroganoff. He went upstairs to change while I finished cooking with Edward wrapped around my waist. Edward excused himself from lunch stating that he just wasn’t hungry.

Instead he and Charlie chatted about how he just finished pulling over half the kids in the high school on his shift and that they did not understand rules or respect like his generation did; if Dad only knew about the rules regarding respect in Edward’s time.

We spent about three hours between the grocery store, travel, and Charlie’s. While we were at Charlie’s we explained that we left New Hampshire a few days ago and moved back into the old house as a surprise. We told Charlie that the rest of the family was unpacking and settling in because the first thing I wanted to do was see him. He almost blushed.

Edward made a slight edit to the story they were going to tell Charlie on our way to his house. Since we were going to see him today, the details about an accident we were going to have tonight just didn’t seem to jive with me. Edward suggested that we tell him we were on our way back from dinner in Port Angeles. He wanted to paint the picture that we were having dinner at the place we had our first date. I was devastated that I would never visit that restaurant ever again.

Things got a little creative when he noticed that Edward was wearing a ring on his ring finger. I had already come up with a story about only deeming it fair that if I had an engagement ring, he had to have one. I told Charlie it would up upgraded at the wedding. It hurt so much to lie to him, but I knew above all it was necessary.

The biggest problem was getting me to leave. Charlie thought it was very weird when I hugged him tightly and did not let go.

“Bells, is everything ok?”

“Yea, dad, everything is fine.”

“Then why the vice grip around my waist?”

I chuckled. “I just missed you…I missed being home, that’s all.”

“Well, Lord knows this house missed you.”

“Just the house?”

He chuckled. “Well I guess I missed you as well, Bells.”

I pulled my head back from his chest. I had been positioned it perfectly to listen to his heart beating. “What do you mean you guess?”

“Of course I missed you, Bella.”

“You better have.”

I put my head back on his chest and said, “I love you, Dad. I love you very much.”

I couldn’t see it, but I knew he was scowling. “You sure everything is ok?”

“Of course, dad…and NO I am not pregnant.”

“Ok, just checking. I love you, too, Bells. You’re the best thing I’ve ever done in this life and I could not be prouder of you.”

I had to pull every ounce of strength in me to keep from crumbling to the floor and balling. I pulled back from him and shot him my best, happiest grin. He smiled back at me and shook his head.

“You two should probably get back and unpack.”

“Yea, you’re probably right.”

We started to walk out the door and I turned back to look at my former home. I took in every scent and sight I could. I didn’t want to encounter my father the cop with his suspicions always high, so I turned back around and walked the rest of the way out the door and stood on the porch waiting for Edward. Charlie tapped him on the shoulder in the doorway.

“I expect you to take good care of her. She may be an adult, but she is still my little girl. I can see how happy you make her and how you make her eyes light up. Just…just be good to her Edward. If you aren’t, I’ve got a bullet with your name on it.”

“DAD!” I knew Edward was bulletproof, but it was the principle.

“Just saying.”

“I would do anything for her Chief Swan. I would lay down my life for hers in an instant and without hesitation. She is my life.”

“Thank you, Edward and call me Charlie.”

“Ok, Charlie,” Edward nodded.

“You two get going-it’s supposed to storm tonight so be careful on the roads.”

“We will Charlie.”

I hugged him goodbye once more, kissed him on the cheek, and Edward walked us to the car. Little did my father know he was giving us safety tips about my fate which had already been written.

The ride home was brutal, absolutely brutal. I curled up in a ball in my seat and just bawled. Edward was unable to console me. He tried holding my hand, kissing my head, and caressing various appendages; nothing worked.

I tried to stop crying when I saw the effect it was having on him, but I no longer had control of my emotions. Edward was frantic and kept running his free hand through his hair. He didn’t just want me to stop crying, he wanted to comfort me and make me realize that everything was going to be okay. But that was the problem; nothing was ever going to be ok again.

Edward pulled off the highway and parked in an isolated, open field. He was instantly at my side of the car and scooped me into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and nestled my face into his neck and let the tears flow.

I could feel Edward zigzag between trees and branches as he ran. I didn’t know where we were going and secretly hoped he was taking me away from here, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen. Edward slowed down to walking at a human’s pace for a few steps then stopped.


I looked up at him from the place where his neck cradled my neck. He was glistening in the sun. I lifted my head a little higher and looked around-it was the meadow. We were in our meadow.

It was a little extra warm in the direct sunlight, but there was a wonderful cooling breeze. The wild flowers were fragrant and in bloom, the trees full and swayed with the wind, and there were actually birds chirping or singing around us. I wanted to look around and look for Thumper-I felt like I was in Bambi.

I failed to realize that while I started to take in all that was our meadow, my almost-hyperventilating breaths were now slowing down and my heart was no longer pounding through my chest.

“Oh,” I gasped, “Your pictures! I never gave you the—“

“Shhh, love. I know exactly where they all are. Esme unpacked them and thought they were magnificent. She wanted to know if it would be ok for them to be hung in the living room so that everyone could see them.”

“Absolutely,” I smiled, “as long as it is ok with you.”

“It’s more than ok with me, because I just got another idea. Well, I should say Alice did.”

“Alice? Alice is here? Where is she?”

“No, love,” he chuckled, “she’s not here now, but she was. Look behind you.”

I turned around and there was a blanket laid out along with a couple of pillows, a couple of facial wipes, three bottles of water, and Alice’s digital camera.

“Sneaky little pixie.”

“Yep, that’s our sister,” he whispered into my ear.

“We should take a picture.”

“Ya, think?”

“If I wouldn’t break my hand, I’d punch you in the arm right now smartass.”

“Hey, no violence allowed,” he laughed as he grabbed one of the face wipes and a bottle of water. He handed me the water as he tore open the facial wipe wrapper. I basically downed the bottle as he gently wiped the dry tears from my face. He also wiped some perspiration beading on my forehead then kissed me chastely.

“So what poses are you considering for our little photoshoot?”

“Photoshoot? Are you going to vogue now,” he joked.

“Not unless you want me to.”

“That’s tempting…but I have a couple of things in mind.”

“Such as?”

Edward proceeded to pull me into the center of the field and asked me to lie down. My hair was spread amongst the flowers as he stood over me with the camera. I smiled at him as he took the picture.

“Perfection,” he whispered.

Next he was lying next to me and holding the camera above our faces. We both smiled as he snapped another picture. Next was a photo of us kissing, one of him kissing my forehead, next was one of him kissing my cheek, then one of my head on his chest and his arm around me. The final was a close-up of me looking into the camera; he wanted picture where he could stare straight into my eyes. I started to wonder how much of an affect my absence was going to have on him, but was interrupted by some very hot lips (so-to-speak).

His lips were smashing down on mine. His tongue invaded my mouth with passion and urgency. I understood what he needed, wanted, and the reason Alice had been there with a blanket. I rolled on top of him and straddled his body. Leaning over, I started to unbutton his shirt from the bottom up kissing up his stomach, abs, and chest with the unfastening of each one. With each kiss I felt him growing under me-thicker, longer, and harder.

I slowly kissed up his neck, on his chin, and slowly met his lips with mine. His hand reached behind my head and buried itself in my hair and his other hand wrapped around my back securing me to him. He rolled over to position us better on the blanket. With him on tip, he was in control.

My shirt was unzipped and lifted over my head and my bra unfastened. I hope he remembered where he had just thrown them because I didn’t pay attention. He massaged my breasts with his fingers and palms while he kissed up and down my neck and chest. He licked and sucked and flicked my nipples with his tongue. His cold body provided a new and welcomed feeling in this heat.

My capris were unbuttoned and unzipped before being yanked off my body and, again, were thrown somewhere unbeknownst to me. His hands ran up and down my body, but not before his lips and tongue explored every inch of me. My lace boyshorts were shredded as they were ripped off me.

Edward pulled back slightly and just watched me breathe in the sunlight. He grabbed the camera and looked at me with an almost ashamed look on his face. I nodded at him letting him know that it was ok to take a naked picture of his wife. I had positioned my hand across my belly and the other at the top of my chest as my wrist lie between my breasts. My lower half was turned slightly at the waist as I bent my knees and laid them on top of each other.

He tossed the camera to the side without a thump. Edward ran a hand between my thighs and my legs spread. He placed his legs between mine, but kept his hand between my thighs. He ran his hand up to my tuft of hair and ran his fingers over it lightly causing me to immediately moan.

He rubbed circles around my clit, inserted two fingers inside me thrusting them in and out, placed his mouth on top of my clit and flicked and licked it, found my most sensitive spot and caused me to reach climax at least three times and yearn and ache for more. I yearned for his touch, but wanted to feel him inside me more. After the last climax I pulled his head up from between my legs.

“Make love to me now, Edward. Please make love to me.”

In an instant he was thrusting in and out of me faster and harder than he had ever. I knew he came quickly when I felt his seed filling me up, but he did not stop. He slowed his pace and immediately made me climax.

He continued to thrust inside me as our tongues intertwined. I rolled over so I could be on top and ride him. I thrusted and rolled my hips as I sat on top of him slowly, strategically. I felt him climax again inside me just as I was rubbing my clit on his pelvic bone causing my climax. Again and again we came while rolling around on the blanket changing positions and screaming each other’s name. We didn’t stop until my throat was almost raw and I could scream no more.

Edward stayed inside me as we lay on our sides in each other’s arms. He handed me a bottle of water and I drank two-thirds of it. My body convulsed slightly under his arms from all the orgasms he had given me. He ran his hand through my hair combing it with his fingers as he kissed my head.

He broke our silent afterglow, “We should get back.”

“I know,” I said sadly.

“I love you, Bella.”

“I love you too, Edward.”

He gathered my clothing and brought it to me, sans my panties. We got dressed and afterward I gathered the blanket, camera, and the 2 empty and one full bottle of water. I hopped on his back for the last time and we departed our meadow. I loaded our things into the backseat of the car. Edward helped me into the car then got in and we drove off…Cullen-style.