Twilight without the complications

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen:

***Edward's POV***

I hugged Bella close and she cried slightly into my shoulder, "My Bella," I cooed.

She giggled lightly, and whispered, "My Edward."

I laughed. "I miss Vanessa," She whimpered, and was suddenly overcome by emotion again.

"Come on," I said, and, although it wasn't our wedding, I picked her up bridal style while she cried, clutching at my shirt.

I knew that, just like me, Bella had missed me every day of those one hundred years, and it was agony to be away from each other.

The rest of my family went back to the wedding as I carried Bella back to the house, all except Alice, who darted forward to open the door.

"I'm sorry for shouting, Bella," Alice apologised, but Bella just shook her head.

"It's fine Alice," She murmured after a minute.

Alice smiled; she had missed Bella almost as much as me.

When we were on the sofa in the living room, Bella let go of me, and I was disappointed until I saw her simply fall the other way into Alice's open arms. As if they were best friends, although I could see that relationship forming already.

"I missed you Alice, and so does Ness," Bella grinned.

"We all missed you Bell," Alice replied sisterly.

Then Alice handed her over to me, and Alice left to go to the wedding.

"Let's go and dance," I said, pulling her with me.

"Aw please!" She exclaimed.

"Not a chance," I smiled slyly.

She moaned, but let me drag her to the dance floor.

When we got there I spotted Michael singing, he winked at Bella and she smiled at him, her eyes shining with glee.

The rest of the couples from my family were dancing too, Jasper and Alice were dancing out of time of the music, in the style of the 1920's. In fact, no one was in time with thr tune; Carlisle and Esme were doing the waltz, and Emmett and Rosalie were doing the fox trot.

Bella and walked to the side of the dance floor and started a fox trot slightly faster than Emmett and Rosalie's. We skimmed the edge of the dance floor, and started dancing so in sync with each other it was as if we had had months of practice. We were so lost in each other that we didn't notice when everyone else had stopped dancing and sat down to watch us; we didn't notice when Michael changed songs to one with a rhythm that matched our steps. We didn't notice when everyone sighed when we said,

"I love you."