Penname: kyla713
Creative Original or Derivative Fiction: Derivative

Rating/Warning(s): M

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Prompt: Dialogue Flex: "We have to finish this project today."

Edward sat at the kitchen table, sipping his morning coffee and trying not to laugh as he watched Bella frantically trying to organize the cabinets. It was obvious that she was nervous, with their wedding set to take place the following day, despite her insistence that she was fine. "Baby, it's only nine in the morning. Can't this wait until you've at least eaten something?"

Bella sighed heavily and placed her label maker on the counter, turning around to face him and leaning back against it. "I've had a coffee, I'm fine. We have to finish this project today. The house is still a mess and we're leaving tomorrow night, and I don't want to have to still be sorting this stuff out when we get back. I thought I'd have this done by now."

"Bella, come here," Edward said gently, reaching his hand out for her and she made her way toward him. He slid his arm around her waist and guided her to sit down on his lap, brushing a soft kiss on her shoulder. "You're going to hyperventilate if you don't relax."

"That's just not an option I have right now, Edward. I wanted everything to be perfect to start our life together, and I'm running out of time," Bella replied, resting her elbows on the table and covering her face with her hands.

"It already is perfect. A few stray pots and pans or an unlabeled shelf isn't going to change that," he whispered against her skin and she turned her eyes to him. "We are getting married tomorrow. You are going to be my wife, and that's all truly matters to me. And I'm going to love you every single day for the rest of my life, with or without a perfectly organized house. I don't need Donna Reed, just Bella Swan."

Bella smiled and grazed his cheek with her fingertips as he gently kissed along her neck. "You're sweet, but I still need to finish, Edward. Otherwise, I'll be completely distracted the whole week we're in San Diego."

"Baby, if this is what you're thinking about on our honeymoon, then I'm really going to need lessons in the husband department," Edward teased, his lips moving across her cheek to her mouth. She hummed softly and rolled her eyes, but returned his kiss with fervor until he parted from her. "I'm going to take Bilbo out for a walk and then finish up the living room. And you, please eat something."

"Yes, dear," Bella groaned sarcastically, rising from his lap and grabbing a muffin from the pan on the counter. She took a bite and gave him a pointed look as he hooked the leash onto Bilbo's collar. "Happy?"

"Very. Thank you," he replied and pecked her cheek lightly as he passed to head out the door with the dog. "Love you."

Edward chuckled at her muffled "love you, too" around a mouthful of muffin and a smile stretched across his face when he stepped outside. He'd been waiting all week for the nerves to really kick in, but they still had yet to do so. At that time the following day, he would be walking out that same door to head to the hall, where he would be marrying the love of his life, and all he could feel was pure elation. He would miss sleeping beside her that night, as she would be heading to his parents' home in eight hours, which only made him more anxious for the next morning to arrive. Yet, the anticipation of the next time he would see her, walking toward him in the dress she had painstakingly chosen, would make the wait worthwhile.

She would be his, and he would be hers. And then, of course, was what would follow once they got to their hotel room.

A month before, Bella had thrown away her birth control pills in hopes that, in addition to enjoying their wedding night, they would be beginning the next stage of their lives as well—parenthood. They felt no need for the adjustment period to marriage, as they saw no difference between that and what they had already been sharing together for months, with the exception of the piece of paper. And they were eager to start a family and hoped for a honeymoon baby.

When he walked back into the house ten minutes later and freed Bilbo from his leash, he was still smiling with all the thoughts running through his mind. Marrying Bella, the image of the moment she showed him that white stick with two lines, feeling her stomach grow with their child—everything was going to be perfect.

A bark sounded at his feet and he watched Bilbo scamper through the house toward the kitchen, following him down the hall before stopping in the doorway. Bella was sitting at the table with her face in her hands, reaching down to pat the dog's head as he pawed at her leg with a whimper.

"Bella?" Edward said softly and her gaze turned to him, revealing the tears streaming down her face. "Baby, what's wrong?"

Bella shook her head and swiped at her cheeks with her fingers and he came to kneel at her feet. "Nothing. We're getting married tomorrow. It just really hit me that it's happening. Everything is going to change."

Edward lifted his hand to tuck her hair behind her ear and traced his fingers along her jaw. "Only your last name, Bella. Are you having second thoughts?"

"Absolutely not," Bella replied in a firm tone, taking his face between her hands and pressing her lips to his. "I was just sitting here thinking. Change used to scare the hell out of me. And so much more than my last name is changing tomorrow. I'll be your wife. We're going to be trying for a baby. And I'm going to have everything that I never truly believed I would. So much has changed in my life just in this last year, and I realized that nothing about it has really scared me. Everything with you has just felt right."

"And that makes you cry?" Edward asked, thoroughly confused.

"I'm happy, Edward. For the first time in my life, I am completely happy. It's an overwhelming thought, but in the best way possible," Bella answered with a radiant smile, running her fingers through his hair. "If I'm sad about anything, it's that tomorrow isn't here yet."

"Oh, thank God," Edward breathed out, lowering his head to rest on her thighs. "I thought the wedding jitters had taken up residence in my absence."

Bella wrapped her legs around his back to pull him closer to her, kissing the top of his head as his arms encircled her waist. "They aren't even a blip on my radar. I'll be at that altar tomorrow with bells on."