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Devotion
“I still find it extremely unnecessary for Alice to insist on keeping us apart tomorrow.” I whined.
“She just wants to make this special” his hand found my chin and pulled it up until I met his deep golden eyes with my own I broke off the gaze as soon as I could without offending him. I was not going to let him dazzle me out of my stubborn complaints.
The silver Volvo slowed to a gentle halt in front of my house. As I surveyed the complete normality of my simple small white house, I was suddenly flooded with realization. This house would no longer be my home after tomorrow. After tomorrow, my home was the Cullen residence. After tomorrow, my home was wherever Edward was. Edward, my husband. The words shocked me even in my mind, though I was getting much more used to the idea of marriage. Charlie, however, had been less than thrilled when I broke the news of our engagement to him. At first, he was entirely opposed to it. His face took on an abnormal shade of purple as he growled “Bella Swan, I expressly forbid you to marry that boy!”. It took a couple of weeks for him to speak to me after that, and even then he entertained to intention of attending the ceremony.
“What are you thinking?”
His soft velvet voice shook me from my thoughts and I wondered how long he had been studying my face trying to interpret what was going through my mind.
“Nothing.” I replied too quickly
“Second thoughts?” I could hear the pain in his voice.
“No, Edward, I just wish there was a way that Charlie could be happy too.” I confided.
His beautiful eyes held mine for a moment before he disappeared from the drivers seat and appeared almost simultaneously at my door. He helped me out in a very gentlemanly fashion with a look of pained determination across his perfect face.
“Charlie will come around” He assured me.
As we approached the door, his grip tightened around my waist. I looked up at him imploringly, but he avoided eye contact and reached forward to turn the handle and let us into the house. Charlie stood waiting, his arms crossed in the entry way.


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