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Four years later
As I was lying on the beach in the most comfy tanning chair I've ever felt, in an adorable bikini and floppy hat, I couldn't help but to reflect on how I got here.
A lot has happened in the past four years
I'll start from the beginning.
For freshman and sophomore year, Jake and I lived together in our dream apartment, with minor difficulties.
And by minor, I mean slutty girlfriends of Jake's who were too insecure to handle him living with another girl, who had a boyfriend of her own.
The only, and I do mean the only, girl who Jake dated since the beginning of college who didn't immediately ask him to move out, was Kate.
Yep. You guessed it.
They got back together in the middle of sophomore year and now they're engaged to be married two months from now, August.
I'm pleased to double as Maid of Honor and Best (Wo)Man.
It's going to be a super small wedding because neither of them likes the fuss of big events and so we're all going to a Sandals resort, and having a small affair with just the families and the closest friends.
I'll probably cry like a little girl, but come on. My two best friends of all time, getting married on the same day, at the same time, and to each other. I'm getting misty-eyed thinking about it.
During sophomore year, Kate moved in, and I moved out and into Edward's teeny tiny apartment. We learned by junior year that it proved near impossible to even breathe with that much of a limited space, so by October, we had moved into a much larger apartment. And by much larger, I mean, it was a three-bedroom place that was still smaller than my upstairs at home, but it was just the two of us, and it was nice.
It fits us nicely. We've made the necessary adjustments and it's simply us now.
Two months after moving into the apartment, Edward officially proposed, and I officially accepted.
We decided to wait until after I finished senior year, and got my major in human resources.
That's right, folks. You know Toby from The Office? Yep. I have his job…kind of. My jobs a little bit nicer and higher up, but yeah I'm the peacekeeper at my new job and it's wonderful.
It's wonderful because I work at Rosalie's modeling agency. She finally worked her way up to a V.I.P in the company and hired me shortly after. Emmett was still working at his fancy schmancy job. Alice had her own studio now, deciding she was ditching her efforts at ever becoming a doctor, and Jasper passed the bar exam, and is at a firm.
Jake and Kate majored in the same thing, film, and are working side by side at a production company. I fear they will butt heads, but at the same time, I think they kind of get off on it in a creepy way.
Life's going good for everyone.
No one has gotten pregnant yet though, and my mother, Renee is in an uproar about it.
She wants to be a grandma, dammit!
I was glad I was on birth control because I had worked my ass off, literally, to be in the best shape of my life like I was now. No way was I giving it up for a mini-me just yet.
Suddenly, I felt a cold glass on my arm, and was brought out of my inner musings, by an only board short wearing Edward handing me my drink.
"Your Sex On The Beach, Mrs. Cullen," He whispered seductively, sliding next to me on the chair.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Cullen. Cheers to us," I said lifting my glass and grinning like a fool.
We clanked glasses, sipped, and immediately started making out.
We weren't the best at subtleness.
See, right now, the Mr. and I were on our honeymoon in Hawaii. And it was paradise.
It was day 8 here, and we were mighty tan.
Our first night here, Edward attempted to take me on the beach, and we soon realized that that is better more as a fantasy, than a reality. There was lots of sad, obviously, and it doesn't make the best combinations of things. Know what I'm saying?
So far, we'd had sex around 14 times here. And I wanted more.
I was obviously a mutant, but so was Edward, so nothing was going to stop us now.
Unfortunately, we were returning back to our normal lives tomorrow; our plane was leaving this wonderful, wonderful place at 9 in the morning, which makes us having to leave our beautiful resort around 6.
I'm dreading it already.
Luckily, it's only 4:00 so we have some solid time left in the sun, and also in our bedroom later.
Two Months Later
I gotta say, it's weird being married.
I mean, even though I've lived with Edward for a good portion of my life, both in a relationship and out of one, there are still quirks that I've never picked up on before, that I am now.
Mostly, it's about money.
Since we share accounts now, we have to sit down every month and plan our expenses, and it's one of the most boring things I think I've ever participated in.
And I'm only finding out that there are even more adult responsibilities we have to take care of now.
It's stressful, and I'm pretty sure I hate being an adult. It's so bittersweet.
And now, it seems like everyone is asking me when I'm planning on getting knocked up, and I just stare at them speechless, because honestly, I've thought about it like twice, on my own, and I'm pretty sure a baby's head and body is not going to be able to come out of my vag.
In fact, I'm positive of it.
I mean, sometimes I still get tender after sex.
Luckily, Edward isn't pressuring me at all, even though I know he wants kids. But it makes sense that he'd be ready before me, he is almost 6 years older anyhow.
I just…I'm not even sure I'm cut out to be a mom.
Edward and I decided that we would keep using birth control and just let the fates decide when the time was right. But logically thinking now is not the time for children exactly. I'm basically a child myself.
Just the other day Edward had to explain to me how we pay monthly bills. Up until a few months ago, my parents had been paying for me.
And I mean, I had to call my mom yesterday and take her shopping with me so I knew whether or not I should get this pair of jeans.
I'm a hell of a lot more mature than I was 5 years ago, but I still needed my parents sometimes, and sometimes Edward being so much older, made me feel even younger. Sometimes in a good way, sometimes in a bad way.
He always won fights, and was the bigger person and all that shit, which only makes me madder.
I loved him so much though, and even more now that we were married.
The thought still boggled my mind. I'm married. Maaaarrrriiiieeeeddd.
Who would of thought? Not me.
I figured I'd die alone with a few cats by my side. The warrior's death.
But by the grace of God, Edward has somehow found some way to put up with me for this long, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed he continues to find ways.
Five Months Later
Married life just gets weirder.
I get home an hour before Edward does everyday, and the task of cooking is on me. I've cooked like three meals my whole life before I got married.
But now. I seem to spend all my free time in the kitchen. Edward is good about cleaning up though, so that's a plus.
I feel like we're the world's most boring couple, but it's a nice weird.
Today is finally Friday, after a long week, and Edward and I are staying in.
And you know what? I'm kind of thrilled.
We've both been so busy this week, and I'm just excited to throw on my jammies, don't worry, their sexy and from Victoria Secret, and maybe watch a movie or read, and then sleep.
Our sex is significantly less, but we usually do it at least three times a week, sometimes four.
Once I finally make it home from work, I immediately drop all my stuff in the small working area I've coined, and change into the silk cami and shorts that I've been lusting after all day.
After that, I order the Chinese Take-Out, ask Edward when he'll be getting home, and open my laptop, getting settled on the couch.
Edward responds saying an hour, so I proceed to do what any mature, 21 year old responsible women would do.
I blast 3oh!3 and get on Tumblr.
Sue me. I regret nothing.
All too soon, my hour of High School indulgence was up, and Edward arrived home, the take-out following shortly after.
The rest of the night was spent doing whatever we pleased, and it was the most relaxed I've felt in a while.
As we were lying in bed, Edwards arms draped around me, he kissed my head, whispering, "You're the best decision I've ever made."
I turned around, squinting my nose, kissed him, and said, "Ditto".
Thank you all for reading and hope y'all enjoyed this!
As of right now, I don't think I'll be doing any outtakes, although some time in the future I might change my mind.
Also, I've just started a new story called, "Bottled Up", so please check it out. :)