a/n: This was a new idea of mine that I had last night. And I just kind of ran with it. Once I got the idea to a more historic piece with Edward and Bella...well it seemed like the perfect idea. This is the kind of person I see Edward as, and I can just see Bella fitting in with this perfectly. There's a few minor changes to the characters that I did on purpose, like Alice is older than Edward, etc. Also please note that I am definitely no expert on World War 2. I only know what I learned in school, well I don't remember much of it. Most of this info is from wikipedia, so if I got anything wrong, or anything doesn't seem quite right, sorry, I'm trying! And I have it so Edward, Emmett and Jasper all joined the military by choice, so they'd be leaving before there was a draft or anything. Anyway, enjoy. :] Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. I'm just playing with them for a little while.
Also please note that I am definitely no expert on World War 2. I only know what I learned in school, well I don't remember much of it. Most of this info is from wikipedia, so if I got anything wrong, or anything doesn't seem quite right, sorry, I'm trying! And I have it so Edward, Emmett and Jasper all joined the military by choice, so they'd be leaving before there was a draft or anything.
Anyway, enjoy. :]
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. I'm just playing with them for a little while.
I could feel the strength of his arms around me, and his lips as they kissed my hair. He held me tighter than usual, as if he was protecting me from something.
I moved closer to him, putting my head against his chest and inhaling his scent, warm, comforting. Edward. He was mine, my everything. And I never wanted to let to go.
"I don't want to leave you," he murmured.
And I don't want you to leave me. "You don't have a choice."
"Promise me something," I said, my voice turning pleading.
"Come back. Come back to me, Edward."
It was a beautiful day in Forks, Washington. The sun was shinning-a rare occurrence here-and the sky was a beautiful shade of blue. It was warmer than usual, but a cool breeze drifted around us, keeping it at a pleasant temperature.
It would have been a perfect day, really. My best friends and I were sitting on the porch outside of my house, enjoying the weather while we talked. And it would have been great, except Alice Whitlock insisted on talking about the wedding. My wedding.
"What kind of flowers do you want, Bella?" she asked, her notebook sitting on her lap, her pen in her hand as she attacked the wedding plans with her usual enthusiam. Nevermind that she was six months pregnant, she was just as bubbly as ever.
I frowned. "Didn't we agree to letting you plan the wedding...so I wouldn't have to do anything?" I questioned. Problem was, I just didn't know what I wanted. I was never one of those girls that had a picture in their head of their dream wedding. I had never even really thought about it. Even when I had fallen in love with Edward, even when he had proposed, I still hadn't really thought about the wedding.
She smiled. "Well, yes, but I want to make sure it's what you want," she explained patiently.
Rosalie Hale, sitting in between Alice and I, smiled. She had a folded up piece of paper in her hand and was using it to fan her face. "I don't think Bella knows what she wants. or cares. She just wants to marry Edward. And besides, we know any wedding you do will be gorgeous, Alice. Just like mine was, just like yours was."
"Exactly!" I agreed, grateful.
Alice smiled. It was easy to win her over with flattery for her designs. "They were pretty great, weren't they? Okay, well, how about lilies? You like those, right?"
"Sure," I shrugged. "That sounds nice."
She nodded, scribbling on her notebook. After a minute she finished writting and set it down on the table, resting her hands on her growing stomach. "Just think, one more month and you'll be married."
"Yep," I agreed, trying not to sound terrified. I wasn't afraid to spend forever with Edward, no that part I was sure about, but the whole wedding and marriage thing did. And then there was the very real and close fear that they would have to leave to fight in the war...
"It'll be great, you and Edward will be so happy together," Alice smiled. Edward was her younger brother.
The Cullen's were our next store neighbors, and I had known Edward my entire life. He was two years older than I, but we had been the youngest on the street, and with our parents' being best friends, the two of us had played together often. I used to follow the Cullen boys-Emmett and Edward-around, joining in ball games and climbing trees and all that stuff, while dodging Alice's offers of tea parties and dress up whenever I had the chance. I had been a total tomboy, out to prove to them that I was just as tough as they were. Eventually I had gotten older and my mother-who was a bit exasperated that her only child and daughter was such a tomboy-had discouraged my playing with them, and I had begun to hang out more with Alice, and her friend-our neighbor on the other side-Rosalie Hale.
Two years ago Edward, Emmett and Alice's husband, Jasper h, had joined the military. They had gone off for their training together. They'd come back a few months later, and all of us, my family, the Hale's, and the Cullen's had gone to the train to met them. I was almost seventeen, and I'd been wearing my favorite blue dress. I stood back and watched my friends as they paced anticipation for their boyfriend and fiancee to get off the train. I had felt a little awkward, really, waiting for them, even though I wasn't related to any of them. I merely went along to support my friends and because our families-the Swan's, the Hale's and the Cullen's, considered ourselves all family.
Jasper had gotten off the train first. He was tall and blond and from the South, and his eyes had flown straight to Alice as he'd caught sight of us. As he got off they had met each other half way, and he'd swung her around in the air, kissing her before he'd come to say hello to the rest of us. Emmett's reunion had been much the same, though he'd only kissed Rosalie, murmured something in her ear and turned to hug his little sister and his mother. Edward had been the last off the train. My eyes had widened as I saw him. Edward had always been an extremely good looking boy, but now he was man, having visibly aged in his time in the military. Any roundness in his face was gone, and his face was harder. And he was handsome. Make-your-knees-melt, swooning handsome. My heart had been pounding in my chest as he stepped off the train, in his army greens. He smiled at everyone, going over to hug his mother, Esme, and then Alice. And then he had turned to me, his stunning green eyes meeting mine, and then he had hugged me. "Nice to see you, Bella," he had murmured, and I was sure that my heart was about to burst open.
The next weekend our families had gotten together for Sunday dinner. We had eaten outside-since there wasn't enough room for everyone in one house-and Edward had sat down next to me, keeping up a friendly conversation while we had eaten.
"You've changed," he informed me.
And I knew I had. "So have you."
He chuckled. "Probably so, but not for the better. You, however, are even more beautiful than you were when I left."
I wanted to tell him that he too, had changed for the better, but I was two stunned by what he had said. Edward thought I was beautiful? And he had said "even more than you were when I left." He had thought I was beautiful even then?
Of course Mike Newton had to show up right then, asking if I'd like to go for a walk with him, like he did nearly every Sunday. I had seen Edward's disgust on his face when I had accepted the offer-to be polite-and that made me smile. He was jealous.
I liked Mike just fine...he was cute and nice and could be funny. But something about him remined me of a golden retreiver, he was just...so eagar, and just...not right for me.
When I had gotten back from the walk he'd approached me again. "Is that your boyfriend?" he asked me, looking afraid of the answer.
I smiled. "Mike Newton? No. He's very nice...but not my...type."
There was a hint of a smile on his face. "But you are dating him?"
"No. Not anymore. I told him. "I told him that it wasn't working...and not to come by anymore."
Now he had smiled, a big wide smile that showed off his perfect white teeth.
The next Sunday he had offered me a walk, and things had gone from there. It hadn't taken long for us to realize we were in love. We were perfect for each other. He was everything I'd ever dreamed of...and so much more. Almost a year ago he had proposed, got down on his knee on this very porch and asked me to marry him.
"We will," I agreed with Alice, brushing a stray lock of brown hair from my eyes.
She grinned at me. "Speaking of which..." she trailed off and I looked up to see Edward walking towards us. Work was over, Edward was home. I stood up, walking down the stairs to meet him. He took me in his arms and kissed my forehead. "Hello, love," he murmured into my ear.
I could burst of happiness. "Did you have a good day?"
"It was fine." he shrugged. "How about you?"
"It was terrible, Alice keeps asking me about wedding plans." I said with mock horror, grinning in Alice's direction.
She rolled her eyes. "Nice, Bella. You'd better be a little more grateful. If it wasn't for me you guys might get stuck getting married at the courthouse or something," she threatened. She was teasing, but I could still hear the real threat in her voice for the last part. Alice probably couldnt imagine anything worse than us being married at city hall.
I laughed and Edward grinned, putting his arm around my shoulders.
"Are you coming for dinner tonight?" I asked him.
He nodded. "Of course, Bella. I'm gonna run home and clean up a bit first, though. I'll see you in a few," he kissed my cheek and smiled, heading towards his house next door.
"Well, I guess that's our cue," Alice said, standing up. "I'll see you later."
"Yeah, thanks for coming over, Al. You too, Rose."
Rosalie smiled. "Bye Bella."
I headed into the house, murmuring to my mother that I would be down to help with dinner a minute, and ran up to my room to clean up as well. I splashed water on my face and took my hair down, running a brush through it and leaving it down and heading back down the stairs.
I helped Mom set the table and finish dinner. We had just finished when I heard a knock on the door and I went to answer it. Edward was standing there, smiling, but it looked forced. His eyes seemed darker than usual, cloudier. Worried. Something was wrong.
I wanted to ask what was wrong, but he came in. "Smells great," he complimented, loud enough for my Mom to hear.
The door opened again and my father came in, in his police uniform. He greeted me, pressing a kiss to my hair and nodded to Edward, then went to say hello to Mom.
"What's wrong?" I whispered to Edward.
He shook his head. "It's nothing, Bella."
He wasn't convincing me, but he obviously didn't want to talk about it, so I said nothing further.
We all sat down for dinner. As usual, it was mostly talk about the war in Germany... I frowned and stared at my plate, trying to ignore the fear gnawing away at me. I knew that it was only a matter of time before Edward went to fight. We liked to pretend that that wasn't going to happen, that he'd be able to stay here, to stay with me, but I knew that it would happen, sooner or later. At this point I was just hoping it was later....
Even Edward didn't seem as into the discussion as usual. He still looked worried, distant, and that worried me even more.
"Want to go for a drive?" he asked me when dinner was over and I had helped Mom clean up.
"Sure," I agreed, grabbing my sweater and shrugging into it. Dad told me to be back by ten, like usual, and I smiled as I agreed. I would be married in a mouth and they still gave me a curfew. It didn't bother me, instead I found it amusing.
Edward was waiting at the door for me, and he held it open while I walked through. Outside he grabbed my hand and we walked next store, to his car. He held my door while I got in, and then headed out of town, on the usual route we took when we went on a drive.
We were quiet for a long time. We were usually comfortable with silence but today it seemed to be pounding in my ears, taunting me.
"Tell me what happened," I insisted stubbornly.
He sighed, looking at me, and then glancing quickly away. "I don't know how to tell you this, Bella...but well...when I went home to clean up for dinner, there was a letter waiting for me. And for Emmett...we're going to England, Bella."
A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it. I'm having fun writing this, if nothing else. I don't know how soon updates will be...I'm hoping to put out about one a week or so, maybe more if I'm not too busy and not experiencing writers block. Reviews are love.