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"Oh, the placement looks great. I'm so excited," I said with a big smile as I inspected the tracing in the mirror.

I lay on the table, exposed, while the needle scratched across my skin, marking me permanently.

It wasn't my first tattoo. I'd gone with Edward the last time he'd added to the sleeve on his right arm. All I'd gotten was a small, stylized caduceus on the back of my shoulder. But Edward said the first time is rarely the last time, and he'd been right. I wanted more.

And this one would be perfect.

With such a hectic day ahead of me, I went to the parlor early in the morning. I wanted to be able to take the bandage off that night when we were finally alone together.

When I arrived at the hotel suite we'd rented for the day, Alice flitted around, barking orders, nipping, tucking, zipping, and fussing.

I was waxed, plucked, buffed, and curled to within an inch of my life. But I had to admit, the results were amazing.

I smoothed my hands over the ivory silk that hugged my curves, swishing back and forth a little in the mirror. Alice gave me a knowing smile, and I blushed and smiled back at her.

A big wedding wasn't something I thought I wanted. After Edward proposed on our first anniversary, I'd just told him we could hit the courthouse whenever he was ready.

The more I thought about it, though, and the more Alice hinted around that Edward might want a nice wedding, the more the idea grew on me.

Luckily for Alice, she'd grown on me as well over the time Edward and I had been together. Our personalities were far from similar, but she didn't put up with crap from anyone, even me, which I could appreciate. Our friendship now was rock-solid, and I was honored that she'd be standing beside me when I married her cousin.

I knew the wedding would be bittersweet for her even though it had been several years since she'd lost Jasper. She was strong, though. And we all knew he'd be there with us, watching and smiling. I obviously hadn't known him, but between Alice and Edward, I felt like I did. They kept his memory alive and often reminisced about the good times they'd had together.

I hoped Alice could find a love like that again. A love like Edward and I shared.


Seeing Bella walking down the aisle toward me in her wedding dress was fucking surreal.

She looked incredible, and I wanted nothing more than to grab her and haul her into the nearest room with a flat surface.

The passion we had for each other hadn't faded one bit. In fact, it seemed more intense than ever, and I had a feeling it would keep going that way for many decades to come.

The physical need I'd always had for her was just compounded and multiplied as I fell in love with her. And now she was going to be my wife.

I was a lucky son of a bitch. That's for damn sure.

Getting Bella over her trust issues was hard at first. She wanted to trust me, but that douche of an ex of hers really broke her. Those walls of hers were about ten feet thick and made of titanium.

And topped with barbed wire.

One night after we'd made up from an argument about some girl who flirted with me at the bar, which happened constantly, I'd finally gotten Bella to fully open up and tell me about what happened with her ex.


I wanted to kick that motherfucker's teeth in.

Not only had he treated her like shit while they were together, demeaning and degrading her, but he'd also lied and cheated and was generally a miserable excuse for a human being.

She said he was handsome and charismatic, much like me. Her words. Women were all over him constantly. He was going to be a hot-shot surgeon after all.

She'd been blinded by his charisma and smooth talking and never once suspected that he was unfaithful.

Bella had hated herself for staying with him for so long. After everything he'd put her through, she'd still stayed until she'd caught him red-handed, fucking the TA from one of their classes.

After she explained everything, I was even more grateful for the fact that she overcame her fears and took a chance on me. And I would never make her regret it.


It hurt me to hear how much he had hurt her and how much she'd loved him, even though we didn't know each other at the time. But she explained that once she fell in love with me, she quickly realized that what she'd felt for Riley was completely different. It was a naive kind of hero-worship type of love—an unhealthy dependency. Nothing like what she and I shared, which after we got past all the bullshit, was open and honest and respectful and fun. I thought I'd been in love in the past too, but like her, I'd realized it had been nothing compared to how I felt about Bella.

And asking her to marry me was the best decision I ever made.


The ceremony went by in a blur.

What I remembered most about it was staring into Edward's eyes while the minister spoke. His love for me was always so clear in his emerald gaze, and I let that ground me. He'd never given me reason to be nervous about marrying him, and I held tight to that fact as I said, "I do."

The smile that broke out on his gorgeous face at those words made me want to say them a million times over.

I remembered the ink on his left wrist peeking out of his sleeve as my shaking hand slid his ring on, making him my husband for as long as we both shall live.

Hearing the minister announce us as husband and wife filled me to the brim with warmth, and the tears I'd kept at bay finally spilled over, joy radiating from my wide smile.

I'd been shattered by Riley, but Edward had helped put me back together, piece by little piece. And as he clasped my hand to walk back down the aisle, I felt that last shard slide into place and make me whole.


Standing outside the double doors that led to the ballroom where our reception was underway, I pulled Bella close, skimming my hands down her back to rest at the top of her ass. "You look gorgeous, Mrs. Cullen," I murmured into her ear.

A shiver ran through her. "Don't you mean Doctor Cullen?" she teased.

"Hmmm, yes. Of course, Doctor." I dipped my head and kissed her neck, eliciting another shiver from her.

I loved how responsive she was to me.

We heard the announcer say our names, and then the noise from the ballroom hit us full blast as the doors were opened. Making our way inside with clasped hands, we smiled at everyone clapping and cheering for us. Rose was on her feet, hugely pregnant again and absolutely beaming.

As we reached the dance floor, the announcer said, "The newlyweds will now have their first dance."

Bella blinked back tears as the strains of the familiar song began.

Pulling her close just like I had almost two years ago, I sang quietly in her ear. "Unforgettable… That's what you are…"

Her small hand squeezed the back of my neck, and she sniffled.

"That was when I knew, Bella," I whispered to her. "When we danced together that night at the benefit, I just felt it in my whole body. I knew you were it for me."

"Edward," she whimpered, trying to stifle her tears.

I didn't say anything else. Alice would have my ass if Bella's makeup got ruined. I just held her tighter against me as we swayed to our song, so thankful to have her.

After many more dances, some delicious food, speeches, cake-cutting, garter belt and bouquet tosses, and even more dances, everyone made their way outside to see us off.

Bella and I ran out through a shower of bubbles and climbed into a waiting limo, laughing and relaxing into each other.

It had been a great night.

If there was anyone on Earth happier than I was right then, it would've been a miracle.

"I can't believe you took my garter belt off with your teeth," Bella said with a giggle and a radiant smile. Her eyes were crinkled at the corners, and I didn't think I'd ever seen her so happy either. My heart threatened to burst out of my chest as it swelled even more for the beautiful woman next to me.

"I love you," I whispered, smiling back at her and stroking her cheek with the back of my hand.

She leaned forward and kissed me. "I love you."

"Mmm. I can't wait to have a whole week with you all to myself." I pulled her across my lap, kissing over her bare shoulder and up her neck to nip at her earlobe, smiling at her gasp. "You'll be lucky if I let you out of the hotel room."

Bella giggled again. "Who says I'll want to leave?"

Groaning, I tightened my arms around her waist and scraped my teeth across her neck. "You'll be the death of me, woman."

"Yeah, but what a way to go."

"Fuckin' right."

She laughed against me. "I have a surprise for you."

"Oh, yeah? What kind of surprise?" If she told me she was pregnant, I'd be ecstatic, but I had a feeling that wasn't it. We'd decided to wait another year or so before trying.

"You'll see," she said with a coy smirk.

I tickled her, and she squealed. "Tell me, wife."

"So impatient," she said, giggling and squirming. We pulled up to the hotel where we'd rented a honeymoon suite for the night. She leaned in and whispered hotly against my ear. "Get me inside, and you'll find out."

This time, I shivered.

Probably because I thought she said, "Get inside me," at first.

I'd be doing that as soon as fucking possible anyway.

Lifting Bella up into my arms was the easy part. The hard part was actually getting in the door.

I had her swipe the key card, which took a few tries. Then she had to hit the handle, and I had to spin around quickly to push the heavy door open with my back. But I was determined to carry her across the threshold.

I carried her all the way to the bedroom, where soft music was playing. Candles were lit all over the room, and rose petals were scattered across the bed.


We smiled at each other as I set her on her feet.

"She's so sweet. This is amazing," Bella said, taking everything in.

"You're amazing."

She smiled and shook her head a little at me. "Cheeseball." Leaning up to kiss me, she whispered, "Thank you," against my lips.

"For what?"

"For loving me. For marrying me. For being you."

"Now who's the cheeseball?"

"Shut up," she fired back as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close.

"Yes, ma'am."

Our lips met in a scorching kiss, our bodies pressed together as tightly as possible. We pulled at each other's hair. Tongues licked. Teeth scraped. It was as if we hadn't kissed in months. As if we were starved for each other.

My fingers fumbled at all the little buttons running down the back of her dress, trying to figure out how to get it off her as quickly as possible. Growling in frustration, I focused on my own clothes instead. I held my mouth to hers as I stripped my tux jacket off, going for the tie next and then my vest.

Fucking layers.

"There's a zipper," she panted against my lips.

Bella reached behind herself, breaking away from me and wiggling around a bit until she got the zipper exposed and started it going down.

"Here. Let me."

She turned fully around, and I lowered the zipper the rest of the way. As the dress slid down her body to pool at her feet, I groaned at the sight of her in her lingerie.

"White panties? Are you trying to fucking kill me?"

She only tossed me a wicked smile over her shoulder, and I stepped forward, grinding against her and bringing my hands around to cup her lace-covered tits.

"I'm sorry, baby. Alice has kept you away from me since yesterday." I kissed my favorite freckle on her shoulder and pushed my hard cock against her ass again. "We'll go slow later." Another kiss and a drag of my lips to her neck. "But I have to have you." Kiss "Right." Lick "The fuck." Bite "Now."

Her chest heaved under my hands as she hissed out a yes, and she reached back to grip my thighs. I walked her forward, bending her over the bed and sliding those damn white panties down her long legs, exposing her luscious ass to me.

I could've stared at that ass for hours, but I quickly snapped out of it and removed my pants and underwear, kicking them away and lining my leaking cock up with her entrance. She spread her legs a little wider for me, and I smirked.

Yep. Lucky son of a bitch.

Pushing inside her wet heat was like the first time all over again, only it was so much more now. This woman absolutely owned me from the inside out.

"Baby," I groaned as I slid all the way inside. I flexed my hips against her ass, and Bella's breathy moan was all I needed to hear. I gripped her waist, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back inside, eliciting a gasp from her.

I knew that gasp. It meant I hit her g-spot, so I kept us aligned just the way we were as my hard thrusts continued. I wanted to bring her as much pleasure as possible. I was tired, and I'm sure she was as well, but I put every last bit of energy I had into bringing out those gasps over and over.

Bella's curled hair tumbled across her back, and I sank my hand into it, pulling toward me and making her slender back arch. My skin slapped against hers as I fucked her, the sound of it mingling with my grunts and her gasps and moans.

I slid my left hand down over her hip to play with her clit, but my rhythm faltered when I felt what seemed to be a bandage there. Her breath caught, and she pushed her ass back against me.

"Don't stop, Edward."

"What is this? Are you all right?"

She let out a breathless chuckle. "I'm fine. It's your surprise."

My brows furrowed, and I pulled out of her, earning a growl of protest.

"Turn around."

Bella slapped her hand down on the mattress. "Fine. But you're finishing what you started."

"Of fucking course I am. But I want to see what this surprise is."

She lifted her torso and turned to face me, still in her white lace corset thing, and goddamn, she looked sexy. Hair wild and cheeks pink. Her dark eyes were teasing, as was her smirk, and she reached a hand down to slowly peel off the bandage.

I fell to my knees in front of her and slid my hands up her legs and over her hips, settling on her waist as she revealed her new tattoo. My forehead pressed into her stomach as I laughed. She giggled with me, and I kissed her belly button and then the fresh ink that curved around her hipbone.

Kissing my way up her body as I stood, I laid a lingering kiss on her lips and then led her back to the bed. I lay on my back and pulled her on top of me. "I want you to ride me." I nipped at her bottom lip. "Hard."

"God, yes."

I couldn't keep my eyes off her new ink as her hips rolled and undulated over me. It was just too perfect.

Our hands explored each other's skin like we were discovering one another all over again. We kissed and fucked like there was no tomorrow.

But thankfully, there was.

There were many more tomorrows for us.

And as I lay there that night, at the beginning of all of our tomorrows, with my beautiful wife wrapped around me, I was overwhelmed with the love I held for her.

She'd come into my life when I wasn't looking to settle down.

She'd challenged me at every turn.

She'd captured my heart without even trying.

She'd soothed my soul.

I smiled again as I thought of the tattoo she'd gotten for my eyes alone to see.

Mischief managed, indeed.

There are rules... but they said, 'fuck the rules' and lived happily ever after.

It's hard to say goodbye to these two. *sniffles* Thank you all so much for reading!

For those unfamiliar with Harry Potter, 'Mischief managed' is the counterspell to 'I solemnly swear that I am up to no good'. Big thanks to Iklepixie for planting that idea in my head way back when chapter four posted. :))

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