Three Years of Bliss

I knew there was no way that Edward would forget the significance of this day. As much as he prodded me, insisted on the formality and bartered with me, no… blackmailed me into marrying him, he simply could never forget the day that we wed. Nor could I. Much to my surprise, three years ago today became one of the happiest days of my life.

I walked into the cottage after having taken Renesmee to the main house for the night, intent on tracking down that gorgeous husband of mine for a little celebrating. The parlor was dark, nearly black in its emptiness. No fire burned on the hearth, no candles adorned the mantle. I peeked into our near abandoned kitchen tentatively; no Edward there or in the dining nook either. I shrugged, not really disappointed, but a little less certain that he had remembered after all… And that’s when I caught the glorious scent.

A slight breeze from the yet open front door wafted the bouquet of roses to my nose. I breathed in and smiled; closing my eyes and inhaling their delicate perfume. Upon looking down at my feet, I now noticed dainty pink petals dancing across the floor, leading me down the dark hall. At the end of the corridor, our bedroom door was practically closed; just the shimmering outline of the lighted portal beckoning me. Leaving the front door ajar, I virtually ran to reach the end of the hallway.

Gently, I pushed the door open. The room was full of burning candles and white light; it seemed to glow from the walls to the crisp linens. Hundreds of rose petals adorned our bed and cascaded all around the room. This was not the quintessential dimly lit romance of the movies; it was as if I had stepped into the sun itself and was surrounded by its brightness. And there, amidst this pseudo-sunshine, was my husband… sitting on the end of the bed, dazzling in his beauty and holding a single blush rose.

Smiling, I took one step into the room towards him and in a moment, I was off my feet and tossed onto our bed. Giggling, I closed my eyes as Edward hovered over me. I could feel him studying me. I opened my eyes to gaze into his. “Do you like what you see, darling? Or have you just realized that you made a terrible mistake three years ago today?” I laughed a little and pretended to pout.

His hand brushed the side of my face, warmth and love radiating from his entire body. “No, Mrs. Cullen, not at all. I was simply memorizing you. Three years ago today, you made me the happiest man possible. And each day I have spent by your side since that moment, is simply one more gift you have bestowed upon me.” He flashed my favorite crooked smile and his lips descended onto mine.

And the rest of the night and into the morning…. well, that was pure bliss.