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Thursday, April 11, 1912 – 8:30 a.m. – at sea, sailing from Cherbourg, France to Queenstown, Ireland
The next morning dawned bright and clear as Titanic steamed around the southern tip of England and headed for Queenstown, Ireland, where she would make her last stop before steaming west to New York. The ship was already a flurry of activity, from the postal clerks readying sacks of mail to be transferred onto the tenders for posting from Queenstown to the bustle of waiters, kitchen staff and stewards preparing and serving breakfast.
Edward's morning had been quite uneventful thus far, for most of his passengers had either decided to take breakfast in the dining saloon or were still abed. In fact, only two staterooms had opted to have their breakfasts brought to them: D-18 and D-20. Edward took extra care to ensure everything was perfect on each tray before he wheeled the cart through the busy Second Class dining saloon and into the corridor that led to the Cullen's two staterooms. He knocked softly on Dr. and Mrs. Cullen's door first, hoping to be able to spend a few extra minutes with Bella when he delivered her tray.
"Ah, good morning, Edward," Carlisle greeted him warmly.
"Good morning, Dr. Cullen. I have your breakfast tray here," Edward explained, carefully lifting the first tray and entering the room. "How was your night? Did you sleep well?"
"Very well, thank you, Edward." Carlisle answered. "Though I'm afraid Esme didn't pass the night as easily; she never does sleep well when she's not at home."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Edward set down the tray and began to set the small table where Mrs. Cullen was already seated, looking pretty if somewhat tired. "My mother was always the same way."
"Where do your parents live, Edward?" Esme asked, her brown eyes kind.
Edward swallowed past the lump that had formed in his throat at her question. Though it had been two years, it was still hard to think that his parents were gone. "My parents died a little over two years ago of the influenza, ma'am."
Esme gasped, her hand flying up to cover her mouth in shock. "Oh, Edward! I'm that sorry, how rude of me."
Edward shook his head, smiling at her. "No, you couldn't have known, ma'am. Don't worry about it."
"So you're all on your own, then?" Carlisle asked gently. "Do you have any siblings?"
"No sir, it was just me," Edward answered softly. "Mother nearly died with having me, and the doctor said she'd never have another."
Esme touched his hand, offering him what comfort she could. "I'm sure you'd make them proud, Edward."
"I hope to, ma'am." Edward smiled at her, touched by her gesture. "My plan is to continue with my studies as soon as I can."
"What do you plan on pursuing, Edward?" Carlisle asked.
"I was taking medical preparatory classes at Cambridge," Edward explained. "I'm hoping to continue on and become a doctor."
"You're planning to go back to Cambridge, then?" Carlisle wondered, impressed.
"Between you and me, sir, I plan on staying in America," Edward said in a low voice, terrified now that he'd finally voiced his secret ambition. But there was something about Dr. Cullen's kind eyes and manner that made him trust the man. "I'm not sure where I'll end up, but I know there's no shortage of good schools to pick from."
"I'd be more than happy to assist you," Carlisle offered sincerely. "My voice may not show it anymore, but I came to America for the very same reason."
Edward's eyebrows rose in surprise. He'd noticed a slight accent to some of Dr. Cullen's words, but had been unable to place it. "I would greatly appreciate any assistance you'd be able to give me, sir."
Carlisle smiled warmly at him and winked. "We'll talk more soon, I promise. In the meantime, I believe you have another breakfast to deliver."
Edward felt his cheeks flush but was unable to keep the smile off his face as he thought of Bella. He cleared his throat and opened the stateroom door to leave. "Yes sir, thank you."
"Thank you, Edward," Esme called out, a twinkle in her eyes as well.
Edward shut their stateroom door and let out a gust of air in relief. He checked his reflection in the silver tray in his hands, noticing that his ears and cheeks were indeed bright pink and that his hair had once again escaped his attempt to tame it with pomade. He sighed again and set down the empty tray, knocking softly on the door to Bella's stateroom. He could hear rustling and a few feminine-sounding giggles from the other side of the door. He distinctly heard a hiss of "Alice!" before the door swung open to reveal Alice, her dark brown eyes merry with mischief.
"Well, good morning, Edward," Alice grinned.
"Good morning, Miss Cullen," Edward couldn't keep from smiling back at her; she had a smile that was infectious. "I have your breakfast ready."
"Come in, come in!" Alice insisted, moving aside to allow him into the room. Edward set down the heavy tray carefully and looked up into the beautiful face of his angel. Bella's hair fell over her shoulders, loose and unadorned. The soft yellow of her morning gown made the golden highlights in her eyes and hair glow, but the dazzling smile she had for him put everything else to shame.
Bella felt her heart clench at the sight of Edward, his soft green eyes bright and his answering smile making her breathless. She stared into his eyes, trying to decipher the emotion that smoldered just under the surface. He gazed back, and they might have stayed that way forever if Alice hadn't giggled, bringing them out of their daze.
Edward felt his cheeks heat as he ducked his head and went about setting up the small table, trying to remain focused on his task. He finished setting everything up and stepped back, pulling out a chair for Alice to sit, and then repeating the action for Bella. Her eyes once again met his and for a moment he allowed himself to drown in them.
"Is there… uh… is there anything else I can do for you before I leave?" Edward stammered nervously.
"Must you leave so soon, Edward?" Bella asked, her stomach dropping at the thought of his leaving already.
The sound of his name on her lips did strange things to Edward's body. His heartbeat quickened and he shook his head, wanting nothing more than to stay with her forever. "I can stay a few more moments."
Alice clapped her hands, startling him slightly. "So, Edward – where are you from?"
Edward laughed. "London, I grew up there. But I've been living in Southampton for the last couple of years."
"Do you like working on ships?" Alice wondered, ignoring the kick that Bella gave her under the table.
"Um… it's alright," Edward replied. "It pays decently and I get to travel for free."
"So you plan on doing this for some time?" Alice asked, now blatantly ignoring the looks of warning Bella was giving her.
"Well, no, I don't," Edward answered, trying not to laugh at their antics. "I'd like to finish my schooling; I want to be a doctor."
"Excellent!" Alice beamed at him, shooting her own look at Bella, who was shaking her head in embarrassment. "You know, our father is a doctor, Edward."
He fought to keep the smile off his face. "I did know that, thank you, Miss Cullen."
"Please, call me Alice," she waved away his formality.
"Alright, Alice," Edward smiled, then frowned as he checked his pocket watch. "I'm sorry, but I do have to get back to my work." He met Bella's eyes, hating the look of sadness that was in them.
Bella swallowed her disappointment, silently chastising herself – she knew that he had work he had to do. "It's alright, Edward, we understand."
"May I call on you this afternoon, Bella?" Edward opened the door to leave and steeled himself, meeting Bella's eyes, hoping that she'd agree. He had a small break that afternoon and wanted nothing more than to spend it with her.
Bella drew in a stuttering breath, her pulse quickening. "Yes, please," she sighed.
Edward let out a sigh of relief and smiled. She'd said yes. "Til this afternoon, then."
"Bye Edward!" Alice waved at him merrily, winking at him before he disappeared behind the door.
Bella rounded furiously on her sister as soon as they were alone. "Mary Alice Cullen, you are incorrigible! Whatever has gotten into you this morning?"
Alice blinked at her sister innocently. "Dear sister, what could you possibly mean?"
Bella narrowed her eyes at Alice. "Don't you dare play innocent with me, missy. You… you… I can't…" She spluttered helplessly.
"Yes?" Alice smiled knowingly at her sister.
"What were you… why… you're impossible!" Bella laughed in spite of herself and her anger left her in an instant, all of her thoughts now focused on the fact that she would be seeing Edward again in a few hours. "I love you, you know."
"I do," Alice leaned in and squeezed Bella's hand affectionately. "And I love you, too. I think you should wear your cream and green dress, the one we bought in Selfridges last week. I'll lend you my peridot earrings; they'll go nicely with the trim."
Bella shook her head and laughed. "As if I have any say in what I'm wearing?"
"Are you complaining?"
"No," Bella giggled. "It wouldn't matter even if I did."
"Not really, no." Alice smiled prettily and tucked into her breakfast.
2 p.m. – at sea, sailing west from Queenstown, Ireland to New York
Edward smoothed his hair and nervously straightened his jacket – he felt a bit odd in his everyday suit while technically still working – but he would be far less noticeable in his gray serge suit than in his uniform of a white broadcloth jacket and black wool trousers. He started cautiously down the corridor, but grew more confident as he walked by passengers who greeted him as if he were one of their own. By the time he reached Bella's cabin, however, his nervousness had returned tenfold. Taking a calming breath, he knocked softly on the cabin door.
Almost immediately, the door swung open to reveal Bella, whose smile was radiant. "Hello, Edward."
"Hello, Bella," Edward grinned, holding out his arm to her. "Would you care to take a walk with me on the promenade?"
"I'd love to," Bella took his arm, the familiar thrum of electricity passing between them when she touched him.
The pair walked quietly down the corridor and up the stairs to the Second Class Promenade on the Boat Deck, each of them sneaking glances at the other. They both blinked at the sudden brightness when they emerged on deck, the sun shining down on the ship as she steamed west toward New York.
Edward cleared his throat, earning a smile from Bella. "So… come here often?" She bit her lip, giggling at his lame joke. "I'm sorry, that was terrible."
Bella laughed out loud at that, making him smile. "No, not that terrible. You actually reminded me a bit of my brother; he makes jokes like that, too."
"Glad to know I'm not the only one, then," Edward chuckled, tucking her arm more tightly into his own. "Does your brother live in Seattle, too?"
"Yes, he's married and has a little girl, Lily, and Rosalie – that's his wife – is expecting their second child in July," Bella replied. "They live just a few streets over from our house, so we get together quite a bit, and Mama insists on all of us being at dinner on Sundays."
"That must be nice, having a big family," Edward smiled down at her, enjoying the way the sun brought out the reddish highlights in her hair.
"Most of the time it is," Bella admitted. "Mama told me about your parents, I'm so sorry. It must have been awful to lose them like that."
"It was," Edward admitted. "But I'm glad I had the opportunity to say goodbye before they were gone." He paused before asking her another question. "How far apart are you and your brother and sister? Are you close in age?"
Bella sighed in relief, glad the conversation wasn't so gloomy anymore. "Emmett is four years older than Alice and I, and her birthday is three days before mine."
The look of puzzlement on Edward's face was comical – and typical for whenever anyone asked how old she and Alice were. "How… I thought… aren't you twins?"
Bella giggled a bit before answering. "Not exactly. My birth mother died while having me; Papa was the doctor who delivered me and since Mama had Alice only three days before me, he brought me home with him."
"And your birth father?" Edward asked cautiously.
"When my mother died, he gave Papa and Mama guardianship over me," Bella explained. "Charlie was a policeman and a few weeks later, he was killed during a robbery he was trying to stop. But neither he nor my birth mother, Renee, had any family, so Papa and Mama petitioned to adopt me fully. Alice and I may not be twins by blood, but we were essentially raised that way."
"How extraordinary," Edward murmured. "You really do take after your parents quite a bit, even though they're not your birth parents."
Bella smiled. "I know; Mama loves it when people compare us to one another. Emmett and I look a fair bit alike also – we both have the same hair and dimples. Papa laments that none of us look like him, though Emmett does have his eyes. Which of your parents do you take after?"
"I look like my father, though I have my mother's eyes and hair," Edward laughed, thinking of how his mother's hair would practically glow in the sun, sure that his was doing the same now. "She said our hair was as bright as a new penny – and she had just as much trouble taming hers as I do mine."
"I like it," Bella sighed, reaching out and combing her fingers through it, then blushing furiously as she realized how inappropriate she was being. "I'm sorry-"
"Don't be," Edward's cheeks were red too. "I… I liked it."
Bella's heart beat erratically as their eyes locked, her hand resting on his chest, where she could feel his heart beating just as quickly. "Edward, do you feel it too?"
He swallowed the lump in his throat, and tried to think beyond the way the warmth of her hand felt against his chest. "You mean this… thing between us?"
"Yes," she nodded slowly, her eyes searching his emerald ones for an answer. "I've never felt this way about anyone before…"
"Neither have I, Bella," Edward slowly cupped her cheek in his hand, relishing the softness of her skin.
The sound of the ship's whistle broke the pair from the spell they were under, and Edward cursed under his breath when he checked his watch and realized he needed to head back to prepare for tea.
"I'm sorry, but I have to head back," he apologized, taking Bella's arm once again and escorting her back inside.
"I understand," Bella sighed, sad that their time together was so short.
"Would you allow me to come see you again tonight?" Edward asked as he stopped in front of her cabin door.
Her answering smile was breathtaking. "Of course I will."
He bowed slightly and touched his lips to her hand. "Until then, Bella."
"Until then," she replied, turning to watch him as he walked back down the corridor.
Bella swiftly entered her cabin and shut the door, doing a giddy dance of happiness once inside. She was unable to keep the smile from her face as she thought about their afternoon together, though her heart sank a bit when she realized how little time they really would have to themselves. Remembering her earlier conversation with Alice did lift her spirits somewhat, for she knew that despite his duties, Edward would find ways to be with her whenever he could.
Feeling lighter and determined to remain optimistic, Bella washed up and repinned her windblown hair before going next door to her parents' cabin, knocking softly on the door before entering.
Esme looked up from the crocheting she'd been working on and smiled warmly. "Hello, love."
"Hi Mama," Bella bent down and kissed her cheek before joining her on the sofa. "Where are Papa and Alice?"
"They've gone to tea in the saloon," Esme replied, tying off her last row and setting the piece aside. "I've rung for ours to be brought here; I thought we might enjoy a chat."
Bella flushed, knowing exactly what her mother had in mind. "All right, that sounds nice."
"So how was your walk with Edward?" Esme asked knowingly.
Bella bit her lower lip, attempting to keep the grin off her face and failing. "It was wonderful, if much too short."
A knock sounded at the door then, and Esme rose to open it to allow Edward to enter with their tea tray. "Good afternoon, Edward," she greeted him warmly.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Cullen, Bella," Edward replied, his eyes never leaving Bella's.
As Edward began setting the table, Esme studied her daughter carefully, her keen mother's eye missing very little. She watched the way her daughter's eyes tracked every movement he made; the way the pair of them moved in synchronization without even knowing it – like magnets, each following the other's motion effortlessly. She didn't miss the small sigh from Bella when Edward finished, knowing that it meant another separation for them.
"Is there anything else I can get you two ladies?" Edward inquired, a pained look on his face.
"Thank you, Edward," Esme shook her head, "nothing else. I trust we'll see you after dinner?"
"Yes, ma'am," Edward tore his gaze away from Bella, closing his eyes briefly before meeting Esme's. "Mrs. Cullen, may I call on Bella again this evening? I'm finished with my duties at 10 o'clock, which I know is late-"
"Edward, that's alright," Esme cut him off, smiling. "Dr. Cullen and I trust you."
"Thank you," he replied sincerely, touched by their kindness. He picked up the empty tray, nodding to Esme and smiling when he looked at Bella. "Good afternoon, ladies."
"Bye," Bella watched Edward until the door shut behind him, and sighed.
Esme picked up the teapot and poured them each a cup, before sitting back and watching her daughter with a smile. "Oh my darling girl, you have got it bad, don't you?"
"Hmm?" Bella hummed, absentmindedly fixing her tea.
Esme chuckled. "Bella, love – you've just added salt to your tea instead of sugar."
Bella started and made a face, emptying her cup into the slop bowl and pouring herself a fresh cup. "Ugh. I'm sorry, Mama."
"It's quite alright, love." Esme reassured her, laughing. "Believe me, I understand just where you're coming from. When I first met your Papa, I was much the same."
"I've never felt this way about anyone," Bella admitted, glad her mother understood. "But my head keeps telling me that it's too soon."
"Too soon for what, dearest?" Esme wondered.
"To be feeling this way. I mean…" Bella searched for the right words. "Mama… my heart tells me that this is more than just an infatuation. I know we've only just met, but the way I feel about Edward – surely people don't fall in love this fast?"
"Well, I knew that I loved your Papa almost from the first time I saw him," Esme replied, smiling at the memory.
Bella sank back into her chair with relief. "You did?"
"I did," Esme confirmed, laughing. "I was eighteen and it was at my cousin Maria's birthday party. I was hiding from my father, who wanted to introduce me to one of his associate's sons – Charles Evenson – a horrid, boorish boy." She made a face before continuing. "I was attempting to duck behind a large potted palm and I ran smack into your Papa."
Bella giggled, picturing it. "I'm sure that got his attention."
"It certainly did," Esme laughed. "Carlisle grabbed my arms to steady us, I looked up and knew my life would never be the same."
Bella nodded in understanding, knowing exactly what her mother was talking about.
"My father had other plans for me," Esme continued. "He was determined to pair me off with someone suitable – someone that wasn't 'a Mick fresh off the boat,' as he put it. Carlisle asked permission to court me but Father refused him, forbidding us to see each other."
"But he must have relented at some point, right?" Bella wondered.
Esme shook her head. "No… he didn't. Two weeks later, I met Carlisle at the train station and we left, traveling to Maryland, where we were married later that night."
"Mama!" Bella gasped. "But what did your father say?"
"He was furious, of course," Esme sighed, taking a sip of her tea. "He ranted and railed, saying that no one in Chicago society would accept us, that I was ruined and not to expect any help from him."
"So what did you and Papa do?"
"Papa had received word from a classmate of his that they needed doctors at the hospital he was working at in Seattle," Esme replied, smiling. "I had some money that was left to me by my mother, so we packed what little we had and went west. Father died a few years later, just before Emmett was born."
"Did he ever accept Papa?" Bella asked.
"No," Esme said ruefully. "But I've never regretted the decision I made, love – the heart wants what the heart wants, and logic has very little to do with it."
Bella nodded, swallowing past the lump that suddenly appeared in her throat. "Mama, I think I love him."
"I know you do, dearest," Esme reached out and touched her daughter's cheek softly. "And he feels the same, I'm certain of it."
"But what about-"
"Things will work themselves out, Bella," Esme cut off her daughter's protests. "I promise."
"Thank you, Mama," Bella hugged her close. "It means the world to me that you and Papa approve of Edward."
"Papa likes him immensely; you should have heard them at luncheon, talking about different medical texts," Esme chuckled. "We may have to institute a no-medical-discussions-at-meals policy."
Bella made a face. "I can't say I'm sorry I missed that, but I'm glad Papa has someone else to discuss medical procedures with – though I think he learned his lesson when Alice got sick while he was going over the finer points of the amputation of Mr. Banner's gouty foot last summer."
"I'd quite forgotten about that incident," Esme grimaced. "Alice still can't bear the smell of asparagus, and I could never get the stain out of that tablecloth."
Bella's afternoon went quickly, despite her eagerness to see Edward again. She'd enjoyed her tea with her mother and afterward, they took a turn around the enclosed promenade on C Deck with Alice. Bella consented to allow Alice to play with her hairstyle for dinner, which always made her sister happy, and she had to admit that once it was finished it did look rather elegant. Alice's own dark hair was pinned up and decorated with a wide embellished ribbon that exactly matched the silver and pink of her gown. Bella's gown had once belonged to her mother, though it had been made over into a more modern style, with beautiful silver beading and beaded fringe along the hem of each layer of the skirt.
During dinner, Bella caught herself watching for Edward as different stewards passed the table on their way to and from the galley; a light blush coloring her cheeks as she thought back to their almost-kiss that afternoon.
"Penny for your thoughts, Bella," Alice teased, causing Bella's blush to deepen.
"Alice," Esme gently chided her, "don't goad your sister."
"As much as she and Emmett teased me about Jasper, I think I'm entitled to a little goading," Alice insisted.
"Perhaps," Carlisle agreed, biting back a smile.
"Papa!" Bella protested, laughing.
"Don't look so innocent, missy," Carlisle grinned. "You and your brother were merciless; you're on your own."
After dinner, Carlisle and Esme went for a walk while Alice and Bella returned to their cabin. All teasing aside, Alice was glad that her sister had found her soul mate and the two chatted easily while waiting for Edward to arrive.
"So you enjoyed your walk then?" Alice asked.
"Yes, other than it was much too short," Bella answered, sinking down onto her bed.
"So did you kiss him yet?"
"Alice!" Bella hissed at her sister, blushing furiously.
"Well, did you?" Alice grinned.
"No," Bella scowled. "There was a moment when I was sure he was about to… and then the whistle sounded and he said he needed to get back to work."
"That's disappointing," Alice agreed, moving to sit next to Bella.
"It was… and it wasn't, Allie." Bella sighed in frustration. "Every moment I've been able to spend with Edward has been incredible, but still leaves me wanting more. Does that even make sense?"
"You love him," Alice stated knowingly.
"I do," Bella replied. "Mama said she knew she loved Papa as soon as they met; was it the same for you with Jasper?"
"I noticed Jasper the moment he walked into the house with Emmett," Alice smiled at the memory. "I was sitting in the kitchen with Mama and Mrs. Cope, and our eyes met and without stopping to make sense of what I was doing, I stood up and said to him 'you've kept me waiting a long time.' He ducked his head, like a good Southern gentleman and apologized." She chuckled once. "He smiled down at me and it was like nothing I'd ever felt before."
"And did you kiss him then?" Bella teased.
"Nearly," Alice laughed. "About ten minutes afterward, we were out in the backyard and Jasper turned to help me down the back stairs when I grabbed him by the lapels of his coat and pulled him to me and kissed him."
Bella giggled at that, shaking her head at her sister's antics. "You're incorrigible, Allie."
"No, I'm determined," Alice clarified, giggling as well. "But I got my kiss."
"That you did," Bella acknowledged ruefully.
For Edward, the remainder of the afternoon and evening seemed to drag on endlessly. He moved through his tasks like an automaton, making the appropriate replies and remarks to his fellow crew mates and passengers, but his mind on only one thing: Bella. He'd managed to sneak a few glimpses of her while she was at dinner as he passed through the dining saloon on his way to the galley; as ever, she looked lovely, her cheeks flushed as she chatted and laughed with her family.
At last, his shift ended and he was able to make his way to Bella's cabin. He knocked on the door and heard giggling before the door was thrown wide, and Alice appeared, looking mischievous.
"Hello Edward," Alice grinned, her dark eyes merry with laughter.
"Hello again, Alice," Edward grinned back, his eyes landing on Bella, who stood directly behind her sister.
"I'll just leave you two to it," Alice grinned knowingly. "I need to talk to Mama anyway."
As soon as the door was shut behind her, Bella ran into Edward's open arms. They stood together for a few moments, enjoying the closeness, before Edward pulled back slightly to look down at her.
"Bella…" His words failed him as he looked into her dark eyes.
"Edward…" Bella felt her cheeks warm, but she was determined not to let this opportunity pass her by. Feeling suddenly bold, she grasped the lapels of his coat and pulled him to her, touching his lips with her own.
Edward's eyes widened before his mind caught up to the fact that Bella was kissing him. He tightened his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, his lips moving with hers as he deepened the kiss. He held her close, his hands finding their way into her thick hair, which was just as soft and silky as he'd imagined it would be.
After what felt like hours, but was only a few moments, Edward gentled his kisses, and pulled back to look into Bella's eyes. As impossible as it seemed, this girl was now his whole world – he no longer saw a point to the rest of the world without her in his life. He struggled to find words to name the feelings that flooded through him, but nothing felt strong enough to describe them.
"Edward," Bella whispered, touching his face softly. "I love you."
Edward's heart swelled with a hope more intense than he could ever remember having felt before and he kissed her lips again gently, reverently. "As I love you, my Bella."
Bella hugged him close as the sense of conviction and rightness washed through her again, as she realized that no matter how sudden it all seemed, he was as irreversibly altered as she was. Edward kissed her gently on the forehead before reluctantly pulling back.
"I hate leaving you, but I need to get back before lights out," he sighed.
"I understand," Bella replied softly.
"I know it's a lot to ask of you, but I will find ways to be with you," Edward promised. "And once we reach New York-"
"I'm not worried," Bella reassured him, watching him as the anxiety slowly left his eyes and he smiled sweetly. "We belong together."
Edward was unable to resist kissing her one more time before he forced himself to pull away. "Goodnight, my love."
"Goodnight," Bella squeezed his hand before letting go, watching Edward as he disappeared around the corner of the corridor. As insurmountable as their odds seemed, she wasn't worried; she knew that everything would work out – somehow. Fate had brought them together and Bella was determined to never let him go.