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A/N: This will probably be my only 'BIG' author's note, so please take a minute to read.
Hello, everyone! I'm feeling a little rusty on the posting thing, so bear with me until I get back into the swing of things.
Many of you will recognize this from the We Love Mobward Contest back in March of 2017. It was the winner of the Favorite Mobward Award, judge addictedtofics 1st place pick, and judge FallingInLoveInDecember's 2nd place pick. It was always my intention to expand it, but this, that, and the other always seemed to come up and I never got back to it. But, here it is ... finally!
It's almost completely prewritten, with maybe another two or three chapters for me to write, so I don't foresee any delays in weekly posting on Thursdays. I plan to post the first three chapters over the next week, since about 90% of it is the original O/S. There will be new content, by way of some EPOV at the end of each chapter, though. Some chapters he'll have more to say than others.
A special thank you to LifeAndDeathLullabies, TheMetroDad for pre-reading, and Ninkita for editing the original O/S.
I hope it lives up to any expectations you might have! (*bites nails nervously*)
Come say hi in my Facebook group, Sunshine Fics, too! There are weekly teasers and chapter pics, and in this case, links to some of the songs I've been listening to as I wrote this one. For this chapter, Elvis Presley's Love Me Tender and So Glad You're Mine seem to fit the bill. ;) Links will be in the group.
And buckle up. This one is gonna be bumpy. ;)
Not the Boy I Married
The little church is so quiet you could probably hear a pin drop. In fact, I can hear Edward's little brothers, Garrett and Riley, spattin' back and forth. I think I hear Mrs. Cullen smack 'em both on the back of their heads, too.
"I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Edward Cullen. You may kiss the bride." The preacher's voice echoes around the mostly empty sanctuary. It's just Edward's family, including his six younger siblings, along with his uncle Tony, my foster parents, brother, two sisters, and their husbands here.
Edward lifts my veil, a silly grin on his face, and I can't help but grin back at him. The kiss is quick, just a smooch, but considering our audience, it's probably better that way.
Our family does their best to sound enthusiastic when they clap. Well, Emmett does more than his best. His whoops and whistles can probably be heard across town.
We pose for pictures, some more difficult to get than others. Edward's parents want a picture of all the Cullen kids together, but six-year-old Garrett and three-year-old Riley are making it difficult. After all of the pictures are taken, I can't wait to move things along. Making our way back up the aisle, I see the guarded happiness on Mr. and Mrs. Cullen's faces. I know they're happy for us, in their own way at least.
I mean, no one wants their son to 'have' to get married at nineteen because he knocked up his girl, who happens to be seventeen. It's not like my family could help me raise the baby, being torn up and spread all over like they are. They couldn't afford to send me away either. Daddy's a drunk, and Momma left us right after I was born.
I'm lucky my sisters and my brother could be here today, though. Jessica and Angela, along with Mrs. Cullen and Edward's sister, Alice, helped me get ready this morning, dressed in my hand-me-down gown that had been worn by both my sisters. My brother Eric walked me down the aisle and gave me away. Daddy was too drunk this morning to even show up. He must'a been out too late with my oldest brother, Tyler, probably drinking and gambling away what little money he had last night.
Daddy's been a drunk for years, and he couldn't take care of us. So us girls got sent off to an orphanage when the state stepped in. That is, until my sister Angela and I went to live with a foster family. Charlotte and her husband Peter were so good to us. I even had my own room there. Now I'm moving in with the Cullens.
All nine of them.
With me, my baby, and the one Mrs. Cullen is carrying, there'll be a dozen of us in one house. I don't know how we're gonna do it. I'm just happy that Emmett was willing to move out of the room he's shared with Edward so that we can have some space of our own. Well, at least until the baby comes. Emmett's gonna bunk with their younger brother, Alistair. He's twelve, and about the most annoying thing I've ever met.
Alice, who's sixteen, and just a few months younger than me, shares a room with Katie, who's nine. Garrett and Riley share a room as well. I figure Mrs. Cullen's newest little one'll share their room, just like ours will have his crib in our room.
Edward's arms wrap around me when we get to the back of the church, pulling me outta my thoughts.
"So, how does it feel to be Mrs. Cullen, Bella?" His smile is blinding. At least he's happy about being stuck with me.
"It feels pretty great, Edward. I love you." That comment gets me a more suitable kiss, being it's our wedding day. Someone must not think it's suitable, because the clearing of a throat causes us to pull away from each other.
"Congratulations, Edward, Isabella. I must say, you make a beautiful bride." Uncle Tony has always been an enigma to me. He seems friendly, but there's something about him, something that sets off alarm bells in my head. He seems … dangerous.
Reaching out, he takes my hand, placing a kiss to my knuckles.
"Thank you, Mr. Mancini."
"Welcome to the family, dear. And please, call me Uncle Tony." I only nod, just his presence making me nervous. Looking between us, he continues. "If you two ever need anything, don't hesitate to come to me. Capisce?"
"Of course," Edward politely agrees.
"Wonderful! Now, here's a little something to help you two set up house." He hands Edward a plump envelope. "Now, wait till you get home to open that." He leans in close to Edward's ear. "That's just for the two of you."
It's no secret that Mr. Cullen has tried to distance himself from his wife's brother. He went so far as to move his family out of the city, away from Tony, to this small town. The rumors floating around are enough to scare anyone, family or not.
"I got it, Uncle Tony. Thanks for coming today. Will you be joining us for the dinner?"
"No, I've got ... work tonight. You two have a great night." His wink causes the blush to rise in my cheeks.
"Eddie, Bella? It's time to go on over to Peter and Charlotte's for the meal. Are ya' ready to go?" Mrs. Cullen's voice breaks up our conversation.
"Yeah, Ma." He turns back to his uncle. "Thanks again for coming." After exchanging handshakes and a final kiss to my cheek, and one to his sister's, Uncle Tony excuses himself. Edward turns back to me. "Come on, Mrs. Cullen." He gently pulls me along by the hand, toward the door, his silly grin still in place. I just giggle at his silliness as Mrs. Cullen tries to hide her own grin.
She's been just great about this whole thing. Without a Ma of my own to go to when I thought I was expecting, Mrs. Cullen was the one I turned to. Of course, she cried when I told her, but she helped me get to a doctor, and was there to soften the blow when we told Mr. Cullen. He didn't jump off the sofa and congratulate us, but he was understanding and offered for us to live with them. I really do love my in-laws.
Just as we turn to leave, Alice comes bounding toward me.
"Can you believe it? We're finally sisters!" She's squeezing me in a hug before I can say a single word.
"Alice, stop! You could hurt the baby." Edward's last word is said under his breath, as if Jesus himself is gonna hear that I was pregnant out of wedlock and strike us down for brazenly walking into his church as sinners.
"Oh, it's fine. She's fine. Come on, I wanna ride with you in the car, Bella." She's pulling me along now.
We all gather our coats from the coat room on our way out of the church and head out to Edward's '56 Chevy Bel Air coupe parked out front. It was a birthday gift from his uncle Tony when he turned sixteen. When I turned sixteen, my foster parents gave me a new pair of shoes.
Emmett zips past us and makes a show of opening the passenger door.
"Your chariot awaits." He bows in an exaggerated fashion. "Pop said it might be nice if you had a driver tonight. So, I guess you're stuck with me." His grin is contagious.
"Be careful Em, you're driving precious cargo." Edward gives him a friendly pat on the cheek as I climb into the back seat. He follows behind me, his hand tryin' to go up my skirt as he does.
"Edward! Stop it!" I whisper yell. "Somebody's gonna see."
"What? You're my wife now. I'm allowed." That goofy smile is still on his face, and I can't help but laugh.
Emmett and Alice climb into the front seat, and we're off to Peter and Charlotte's.
Edward's got his lips on my neck, not too subtly trying to start something. Then he whispers in my ear. "This is where this all started, huh?"
Knowing that the backseat we're in is the very spot where we fumbled our way through our one and only time together, giving us the reason for the occasion today, is a little weird with our present company.
I'm so focused on his lips, I completely miss Alice asking me a question. Emmett's laugh, though, does get my attention.
"Forget it, Allie, they're neckin' back there." Edward slaps the back of his head for that.
"Watch it, Em. That's my wife you're talking about." Everyone settles back down, and we manage to keep our hands to ourselves.
Thankfully, the ride through town to Peter and Charlotte's is short, only about fifteen minutes of driving through hills and around the twists and turns that make up our small part of town. Edward waits for Emmett to flip the seat forward so we can climb out; Edward first, then he offers his hand to help me out of the car.
Walking up the path to the house, my husband has a firm grip on my hand, guiding me over the snow-dusted steps. He's been really protective of me since he found out I was expecting. He won't even let Emmett pick me up for hugs anymore like he used to. But, I let it go. There are more important things to worry about.
Like how we're going to pay for a baby. Edward works at the bowling alley in town, but his pay isn't that great. I offered to work, maybe take in some laundry or mending from the neighbors, but he told me, 'no wife of mine is going to work.' So, it's going to be difficult. We decided together that he would hold out for something better, not taking one of the available positions at one of the steel mills. He's talked about maybe enlisting in the military, but I'm against it ... for now. Though, I think that may be a safer option than the mill.
His uncle owns the bowling alley, and he promised Edward more hours, so we're going to see how it goes. I'll probably be spending a lot of evenings alone, but at least I'll have help with the baby. That's one advantage to living with family. Between Edward's mom and sister, I'm sure things will be okay. Alice is over the moon excited about being an aunt.
When we walk through the door, we're greeted with hugs and cheers. Edward helps me out of my coat, and I'm quickly whisked away into the kitchen by Charlotte, my sisters hot on our heels.
"Oh Isabella, you looked so beautiful in your dress. You made such a beautiful bride." Charlotte is practically gushing. My sisters are quick to jump in and agree.
"You certainly did, Bella. Eddie is a lucky guy." Angela has an arm around me, while Jessica is busy working on the food.
"Thank you, Charlotte. I felt beautiful. And things look great here." I try to divert the attention away from me to the spread she has laid out for us all.
"Aw, thanks." She looks over the platters and dishes of food spread out on the counters. "It was the least we could do for you, sweetie. You and Angela were such a treat to have stay with us. Three years just wasn't enough." She reaches up, smoothing her hand over my hair, tears in her eyes.
I wrap her in a hug before she starts really crying, I'm not sure I can handle seeing that. "Thank you, Charlotte. You and Peter made me feel so welcome, so loved. This was a great place to call home." I haven't let her go yet; I'm worried that if I do, I'll start sobbing.
"Excuse me, ladies. Mind if I steal my wife away for a moment?" Edward's voice breaks up our hug, that goofy look still on his face.
"Of course. You go on and see what that man of yours needs." She shoos us out of the kitchen.
Eddie steers us away from the crowd gathered in the dining and front rooms, and around to the stairs at the back of the house; the stairs that lead up to the room that was mine until this morning.
I whip my head around to see if we were spotted or if we were being followed. My voice comes out as more of a hiss. "Edward! What do you think you're doing?" He's pulling me up the stairs now.
"I want a few minutes alone with my wife, that's what!" We've made it to the top of the steps now, and he pulls me close, whispering in my ear. "The way I see it, when we get home, there's gonna be a house full of people, and I, for one, know exactly how thin those walls are." He's kissing my neck now.
"Wait! You wanna ...? Here? Eddie, this isn't my house anymore. We can't do that here!" I know I'm whisper-shouting, but I can't help it. He's being ridiculous.
"Give me one good reason Bella, and I'll stop." His kisses down my neck are distracting me. "We'll go right back down those stairs and have lasagna and cannoli." He's reached the spot behind my ear that he knows drives me crazy, and all reasonable thought escapes me. Before I can stop myself, I'm dragging him into my old room.
He's got his hands up the skirt of my wedding dress and his fingers tracing my garters before I've switched the lock on the door, grabbing and pulling at whatever gets in his way.
"I love you so much, baby. Please let me have you right now. I need to make love to my wife." He's got my panties pulled down just enough that he can get his fingers where I want them.
"Oh, Eddie." I'm breathless, sounding more like one of those floozies that hang around the bowling alley where Edward works, than a respectable married woman. My hands are wrapped around his suspenders, pulling him to me.
"I know. Hang on Bella, I'll take care 'a ya." And I know he will. He's gotten very good with those fingers of his.
His left hand has disappeared up my skirt, all while he's fumbling with his belt buckle with his right. He gets it all undone, and his boxer shorts pulled down enough to let that monster of his out, and before I know it, I'm being lifted up and carried over to the bed, his hardness pressing against me.
"Tell me this is okay." His voice is pleading, almost desperate. I can't seem to find mine, so I only nod.
I'm soon swimming in a sea of lace and tulle, my husband disappearing under my skirt, which seems to have been flipped over my head. He slides my panties down as far as they'll go with my garters and stockings in the way. I feel his fingers find their way into me, so gently coaxing pleasure from my body. When I feel his tongue, I'm surprised and shocked. He's never done that before. I gasp, then let out a moan, the feeling indescribable.
"Shh. Baby, we don't want anyone coming up here to see what's going on. You gotta be quiet." He disappears under my skirt again, and I'm soon falling over the edge of ecstasy. As I float back to earth, I feel him tugging on something and mumbling to himself. When I hear him ask a question, it takes a second for my mind and mouth to cooperate.
"Huh?" Apparently, they're only just barely cooperating.
"How do I get these damn things off?" That's when I realize he's tugging on my panties.
"Oh, I'll have to take off the stockings first." I reach down to undo them, but he swats my hand outta the way.
"Like hell, you will." That's when I hear the quick rip of fabric, my panties falling away from me. The look on my face must be one of shock. "I'll buy you more." With a wink, he dives in for a kiss. I can taste myself on his lips, and I don't even care. He settles himself between my legs and gets into position.
As he pushes himself inside of me, I'm reminded of our first time together. There isn't pain this time, but it's still a strange sensation. Rosalie Hale, Emmett's girl, told me that it gets better with time. I'm still skeptical.
Edward's eyes are on me, a look of focused determination on his face. That's the moment we hear the knock on the door.
"Bella? Eddie?" It's Alice.
"Damnit!" He's dropped his forehead to my shoulder, mumbling into my neck. I can feel the tension in his body.
"You guys need to come on downstairs. They won't start eating without you. And the kids are getting restless. I'm pretty sure Mom wants to go before it gets dark. Just ... hurry up."
Edward pulls out of me, tucking, zipping, and buckling until he's all put together. I don't miss the look of frustration he's giving me. Taking his face between my hands, I kiss his pouty lips.
"I'm sorry, baby. But we do have tonight. And maybe we can finally do this without any clothes on." My giggle at least earns me a smile. Yeah, that first romp in the back of his Chevy was over about as quick as it started, our clothes never coming off completely.
"All right, you, come on, let's get this over with." After fixing myself in the mirror, we head back downstairs. Everyone is avoiding making eye contact with us, well, all except Emmett. He's grinning from ear to ear, practically vibrating in his seat. I know he wants to say something, but I can see he's trying to hold back. Just to make sure, I give him a look that stops him dead in his tracks. I may only be a few months along, but he's seen first-hand how crazy my mood swings can get.
We make our way into the kitchen to make our plates, and head into the dining room. The table is ready to seat twelve of us. Peter and Charlotte, Mr. and Mrs. Cullen, Eddie and I, Angela and Jessica along with their husbands, and Emmett and my brother Eric, all crowd around it. The kids are seated at the coffee table, Alice not looking pleased that she's there and not at the table with the adults. And no one does the pout better than Alice Cullen.
Conversation is kept light, that is, until Jessica's husband Mike decides to ask Edward about his work.
"So, I hear you'd rather work for your uncle than work at the mill like the rest of us?" I can't tell if he's being rude or if he's just blunt. I don't really know him that well.
"Well, it just seemed like it was best for our family." He reaches over and grabs my hand. "Bella and I talked it over, and this is what we decided." I give him a supportive smile because I know things are going to be difficult for us. I know he's doing this for me, choosing to stay out of the steel mill. I just couldn't bear the thought of the dangerous work they do there.
Thankfully, Mr. Cullen speaks up.
"Now, Mike, I think it's his decision how he chooses to support his family. The mills are a good, honest way to earn a living, but if it's not for Eddie, then it's not for Eddie."
It's the most he's said all day. I give him a smile, and I hope he can see how much his support means to me.
The rest of the meal goes quickly, conversation staying friendly. When all of the dishes are cleared away, Jessica speaks up.
"Eddie, Bella, I made a wedding cake for you two. I'd like to take a few pictures before we serve it, if that's okay?"
Jessica has always been soft-spoken, timid almost, but since marrying Mike, she seems even more unsure of herself.
"Sure, Jessica. Where do you want us?" Her face lights up, a hint of pride in her eyes.
"I'll just bring it out here to the table. Oh, I hope you like it." Her voice trails off as she heads to the kitchen. She proudly brings it to the table. It's a three-tiered cake, covered in ribbons of white icing.
"Oh, sis, it's beautiful!"
"You really think so?" Her voice is so unsure.
"Absolutely. I don't think even Mr. Esposito down at the bakery could've done a better job. Thank you so much." Our hug is interrupted by her husband's voice.
"It's all right. Now, cut the damn thing so we can eat it. I need to get home." I feel her tense in my arms, so I squeeze her tighter.
"It's beautiful, and made with love. I couldn't have asked for anything better," I whisper into her ear.
Edward and I cut the cake, feed each other a bite, and then Jessica takes over cutting it for our guests. We share a dance as husband and wife, and soon, we're saying goodbye for the night.
I never imagined the months I spent going steady with Bella would lead us to where we are today. The quiet, beautiful girl I fell in love with is now my wife. I know Dad's disappointed in us, in me, but I don't care how we got here. Yeah, Bella being in the family way wasn't planned, but I can't regret anything that led to making Bella my wife.
I know our road will be rough, making a decent living to support us. It's a lot on my nineteen-year-old shoulders, but I'm willing to do anything I have to do to give Bella and our baby the best life I can provide.
Maybe Uncle Tony's offer to do a few side jobs won't be so bad. Working for him at the bowling alley isn't as awful as everyone told me it would be. The hours are okay, and he promises to give me a few more, and maybe a little extra to look the other way when he meets with his associates. He says I could be managing it if I play my cards right. And maybe the side jobs will help, too.
All I know is if the five hundred dollars he gave us after the ceremony is any indication to what's possible if I do a few of those jobs for him, then he can sign me up. I can only hope it doesn't pull me away from my family. Above everything, Bella and our baby are my life now.
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