“Tanya is here.”

Alice’s voice was panicked as she poked her head in our room at sunrise.

“Great, have fun visiting with her. I’m going to stay up here with my wife.” Edward said flatly.

“No, she wants to talk to you.” Alice countered,

“I am fully aware of what her intentions are on this visit, and I can assure you, Alice, that I want no part in them.” Edward replied.

“I really don’t want to visit with her.”

“Well, I’m sorry Alice. At least she isn’t here to profess her undying love for you and try to convince you to leave your wife…err, husband.” Edward pointed out.

I stiffened in his arms at his words. Tanya was here to steal my husband?

“Edward…”

“NO, Alice. I will not put up with her.”

“You’re going to have to someday, why not now?”

“Because right now I intend to make love to my wife. You have my full permission to relay those exact words to her, too.” Edward said coldly.

Alice groaned in defeat and marched back down the hallway.

I looked up at him with my eyes full of questions.

“No, Bella. We are not making love with a visitor in the house. I just wanted Alice to tell her that.”

“That’s not…. I mean, that’s fine, but……”

He raised his eyebrows at me.

“She wants to steal you from me!?” I blurted.

“Yes. She is rather fixated on it in fact.” He chuckled, obviously amused with the situation.

“Its not funny.” I pouted. “I am rather offended by it.”

“Oh Bella,” He tightened his arms around me and placed his lips on my collarbone. “She doesn’t have a chance. I told you, I prefer brunettes.’

“Yes, because hair color would definitely be the final deciding factor.”

“Bella, there is no deciding factor. There is nothing to decide. You are my wife, nothing in this world is worthy enough to compete with you for my love. All that I am belongs to you. She is pathetic for even coming here and entertaining this notion.”

“Why didn’t she just object at the wedding if she was so adamant about it?” I scowled.

“Believe me, she thought about it. She thought about it loudly, too. Her screaming thoughts were trying to draw me away from the beautiful woman I was being married to at the moment. She failed, of course. And as it turns out, she didn’t object. it’s a pity, really. I would have loved to knock her out and give her something to object to.”