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Chapter 1

At the age of seventeen I met the man I was going to marry. He was a little reluctant at first but I had convinced him in two short years to marry me and at the ripe age of twenty, I was married to the man of my dreams.

My husband, I smiled even thinking it, was frankly the most beautiful man in the world. The ancient Greeks would have used him as a model to carve their gods. Everything about him screamed sex and yet he was level headed about it and dare I say even modest.

We had been married for two weeks and I couldn't wait for the rest of my life to start. I changed my name and had practiced signing Bella Cullen for the month leading up to the wedding. I wanted to have it just right.

I felt a little bit of pressure becoming a Doctor's wife, but he had assured me that nothing would change. I would just move into his house and we would continue our lives as before. We would just do it together. He was so sweet that way, always reassuring me no matter how silly my fears were.

My Dad, Charlie was a little less than thrilled with the idea of me getting married. He said that I was too young and then continued to go into great detail of his divorce from my Mom. She had left with me when I was two and he never got over it. The thing that he didn't seem to realize is that my marriage was going to work because we both felt that way about each other. It wasn't a lopsided love as it was with him and my mom.

My mom had gotten remarried to a baseball player 10 years her junior so she was a little more relaxed with our age difference. How can you put an age restriction on love anyways? Still my Dad did suck it up and he walked me down the aisle. It was nice to have all of my family there because my husband's family was mostly unable to attend. He shrugged it off, but I know it hurt him that they didn't make the effort.

I glanced down at the king sized bed in our room and thought back to our wedding night. He was so gentle and caring with me as it was my first time. After we made love he held me and told me how much he loved me and that he couldn't wait to start our lives together. I hobbled to the kitchen the next morning and prepared him breakfast in bed. He laughed at me for going to the trouble but moaned while he ate so I knew that he enjoyed it.

We spent the next ten days in Fiji on our honeymoon. Now in Washington, where we live, there is not much sun shine so we had never really been swimming together. I had seen him in various states of undress before but never in the sun. My husband in a bathing suit was enough to send the villagers into a tizzy. His body glistened in the sun; I would say it almost shimmered brighter than the two carat diamond that he had bought as an engagement ring.

I came back to the present, breathing slightly erratically from the remembrance of the last two weeks. The phone was ringing and I wasn't sure how long that had been going on. I ran to the phone tripping over the corner of the bed and face planting on the floor. I quickly got up and grabbed for the cordless.

"Hello," I said out of breath.

"Hey, baby, how are you?" my Adonis answered back.

"Much better now. How is your first day back at work?" I asked him trying not to pout. I wanted to keep him home with me all the time.

"Slow, some days I miss the buzz of the ER."

He had left the hospital to go into private practice. He said it was because the money was better but I knew the real reason.

"I know, but the regular hours are certainly better for me," I teased. "Do you want to meet for lunch?"

"I'd love to but I can't I'm meeting with a new doctor today. You remember I told you I was looking for another pair of hands around here."

"Right, okay. I'll see you later then?"

"You bet, I love you, Bella."

"Love you too, Dr. Cullen," I said giggling. It always turned him on when I called him that.

I hung up and headed down to the kitchen. Our place was freaking huge. I grew up in a small house that was maybe 1300 square feet and this one was easily 4500. I felt a little intimidated in it to be honest but I never wanted to tell my husband that because he loved this place.

The kitchen is what tided me over. It was stunning. It had stainless steel appliances with dark cupboards and counter tops. The island had bar stools on one side and a sink on the other. The over-sized fridge always made me laugh, why would a bachelor who doesn't even cook need a bigger fridge than the average American household?

I pulled out the ingredients to make a cheesecake for that night. I didn't have to go back to work until the next day and so I was planning on making a big meal for us. I worked for three hours in the kitchen preparing everything I could ahead of time. I looked around and thought that maybe we would be eating leftovers for a week.

I went into the living room and sat down flicking on the television. After deciding that soap operas were not for me, I turned off the TV and went to find a book. The phone rang before I could get far.


"Hello, sweetheart, it's me again. I need to ask you a favor."

"Sure, anything," I responded.

"Well I think I am going to hire this new Doctor and I would like to invite him over to have dinner with us. Would you be able to fix something?"

Even though I made dinner almost every night he sounded like the thought of cooking would put me out.

"Of course, I've already started and there is more than enough for another. Heck if he has a wife and a dog he wants to bring I can feed them too," I said smiling.

He chuckled before responding, "Actually he is single and good looking, so don't get any ideas."

"There will never be anyone for me but you. You'll always be the sexiest Doctor I know," I purred over the phone.

"Bella, I need to go now before I am unable to attend my patients in my condition."

It was my turn to laugh before letting him get back to work. I hung up the phone and felt a little sad. I was looking forward to having my guy all to myself that night. Maybe even just wear my apron to dinner. I guess that wouldn't work now.

I headed back upstairs to our room and slipped into the en-suite. I looked at myself in the mirror. I had always thought myself on the plain side. Long brown hair, brown eyes, average height and a small build. But being with the sexiest man on the planet and having him tell me that I am beautiful several times a day makes you reevaluate. When I am with him he makes me feel beautiful and sexy and as I look at myself I can tell the effects are starting to linger. I wasn't being vain, but I felt pretty and self confident.

I got myself cleaned up for the evening and popped the fish into the oven. I took a look at the clock and realized that I had an hour before they would be here. I decided to give my best girlfriend a call. I hadn't had a chance to talk to her since the wedding.

"Hey Alice," I said as she picked up the phone.

"Bella, how's married life?"

"Perfect," I responded.

Alice was the best friend a girl could have. With my mother living in Florida, she helped me plan my entire wedding. She was helpful and yet never overbearing, letting me know what had to be done but kept the final decisions up to me. She went above and beyond the maid of honor duty.

"Hey the guys and I are going out this weekend, do you want to come or are you already chained to the bed?" Alice teased me that I was, not a wife, but a young sex slave there for my hubby's desires. These were the only types of jokes she ever made about our age difference.

"I'll think about it," I said not wanting to commit to time away from my enchanting husband.

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard that one before," she said. "Listen I have to go but call me about the weekend okay?"

"Will do, later Alice."

"Bye, Bella," she replied hanging up.

I went back into the kitchen and turned on the rest of the dishes. I finished setting the table just as I heard the door open.

I ran over to the door and threw my arms around him, giving him a big kiss.

"Whoa," he said, "I missed you too, baby"

"Oh, Carlisle, I don't know how I'm going to stand to spend these days away from you"

He just smiled at me filling me with warmth. With that the door opened wider and a young man stepped into my home.