Edward and Bella stayed in their room for the next two days wrapped up in each other arms.  They even had Angela to bring all their meals upstairs, so they wouldn’t have to dress.  Edward was either buried deep inside of Bella hot pussy, or eating her pussy while Bella had Edward’s cock deep down her throat.  If they weren’t fucking or making love, they were talking about what had happened, and how much they were happy to finally put it all behind them.  They were not naïve to think that someone else might cause issues in the future, but, for now, they were enjoying their peace.

The day before Thanksgiving, Bella received a call from the Washington State search and rescue.  They informed her that her father, Charlie Swan, had fallen off the ferry, and they were unable to find his body.  Bella had been briefed on what to say, so she asked how they knew it was her father.  They said they had found his vehicle, his wallet, and an eye witness had seen him fall over.  Bella thanked them for their efforts, and stated she would like to send a note to personally thank them.  The officer gave her the address where she could send the note.

Next, she got a call from the Assistant Chief of Police in Forks.  Ray Wilson really didn’t know much about Charlie Swan’s daughter, other than the fact that he had one.  He never talked about her, and never kept a photograph of her on his desk.  The only picture that was on the Chief’s desk was a dark haired woman.  He once asked Charlie who it was, and he told him the love of his life, his wife, Renee.  Ray expressed his condolences from him and the entire force in Forks.  Bella thanked him, and said she had decided not to have a memorial, but wanted to give Charlie’s life insurance money to the department.  Ray thanked her for her generosity, and told her that she could contact him at any time if she needed anything.

Thanksgiving was spent at Carlisle and Esme’s home.  It was packed full of family members who enjoyed the wonderful food and each other’s company.   Bella was shocked when Seth walked in without a cane.   He had progressed remarkably well, and Dr. Malos believed he would be back to work in a few weeks.


Esme had planned a wonderful traditional Thanksgiving dinner with all the trimmings. Emmett ate so much that Rose had to help him from his chair and into a guest room to lie down for a little while.

After dinner, the men went into the media room, and watched the football game, cheering on the Seahawks, while the women were sitting in Esme’s sunroom talking about Bella’s baby shower.


They decided to wait until the first of February to hold the event.  By then, Sean and Elizabeth’s wedding would have taken place, as well as Alec and Maggie’s.   It was going to grand event with both the family and community invited.  At Bella’s next doctor’s appointment they hoped they would be able find out the sex of the baby.  Edward had been talking to her belly and calling their little bundle of joy Trey.  If, by chance, the baby was a little boy, he would be Carlisle Masen Cullen III or Trey.  Every time Bella tried to tell Edward that it could be a little girl, he refused to even entertain the idea.

The next morning, Carlisle and Esme were in the jet, and en route to Boston.


Esme wanted to be there to ensure that Elizabeth’s wedding would go perfectly as planned.  Edward, Bella, and many of the members of the family would be leaving next Thursday.  Sean had booked hotels around his home so everyone would have a place to stay.  Bella was going to be Elizabeth’s matron of honor while Maggie was going to be a bridesmaid.  Edward was Sean’s best man; Alec was a groomsman.


Instead of a huge wedding with all the families across the country invited, they were holding a small, intimate ceremony, but the reception would be open to all the families.

Sean and Elizabeth both wanted the ceremony where they joined together to be only close family and friends.  Sean knew that, being the Don of the family, it would be expected to invite other crime families to the event, so Esme planned an elaborate reception fit for the head of Irish crime family.   Every detail, from the centerpieces to the décor, was elegant and regal.    The RSVP list was a who’s who in the crime world.   Each family wanted to get on Sean’s good graces.   They knew that he was marrying someone who had extremely close ties to the Cullen-Volturi family, and no one wanted to be on their bad side.

The news of the strength of the Cullen-Volturi family had spread, and, at this point, no family in the country thought they were strong enough to make a play for their territory.  Not only was the family itself strong, but Coven, Inc. had gotten a reputation of professionalism and pure strength.

Edward and Bella had taken care of the family business the first part of the week, and were now getting ready to land in Boston.  As soon as they stepped off the plane, they were met by the advance security detail and a large SUV with darkened windows.    Jasper and Emmett escorted Edward and Bella to the vehicle, and waited until they were safely inside before going back to the plane to get their wives before following in the other vehicle.  Many of the Coven team members who were not on a job had made the trip to be part of Elizabeth’s celebration.  After this weekend, she might be Sean O’Leary’s wife, but she would always be in the hearts of the Coven team.


They arrived at the Boston Harbor Hotel, and quickly checked in.  Sean had book an entire floor just for the Edward, Bella, and their family.  The next few days were filled with dinners and last minute plans.

Tonight was the bachelor and bachelorette parties.   Both were being held in the hotel in separate suites.   Unlike the bachelor party where the alcohol would be flowing, the bachelorette would be, for the most part, alcohol-free, due to the fact that both the bride and matron of honor were pregnant.

Edward was leaning back in the chair with a tumbler of Jameson in one hand and a Cuban cigar in the other.


It felt fucking great to not have someone trying to kill you just for a little while.  Glancing over, he saw that Sean had several empty glasses in front of him, and was currently talking loudly about that Elizabeth had been wearing his dick raw.  Yup, the fucker was drunk.


“Ed, my man, I have been hiding at the office.   I lock my door, and take my pants off so the poor thing can get some air to heal.   However, the day before you arrived, she showed up at the office, begging for my cock.  I quickly came up with the idea that it might be special if we waited to have sex on our wedding night.   Oh my God, she started yelling and screaming that I was fucking someone else because I thought she was fat.”

“What happened next?”  Edward asked.

“Fuck, then she starts crying, I mean really crying, and when I wrapped my arms around her to console her; she reached in, took my motherfucking gun, and pointed it at my dick.”

“Holy shit.”

“She said that if her dick was getting wet in some other pussy, she couldn’t allow that, and would just shoot it off.   I fucking was scared out of my mind.   Never in my life did I beg as much as I did that day.   And you know what she did next?”

Edward shook his head as he tried his best not to laugh, because this sounded just like Bella.   Hell, he had begun hiding her gun and knives.

“She fucking ripped my clothes off, did this fucking ninja move where she took out my legs, and I fell on the floor, where she proceeded to fuck me hard.   I got a damn carpet burn on my ass.   Look.”  Sean said as he stood up pulled down his pants, and turned around for Edward to see.

Carlisle, Michael, and Peter looked over at this point.  They had been enjoying getting to know each other a little more.  Peter had been mending his relationship with his daughter.   There had been great discussion about who walk her down in the aisle, and, in the end, it was agreed that Anthony Servillo would walked her down the aisle, but Peter would do the father of the bride toast at the reception.  She would have a two father/daughter dances: one with Anthony and one with Peter.

“Sean, what the hell are you doing?”  Peter called out.

“Showing Ed my rug burn.”

“Pull your damn pants up, and sit down.”  Peter said.

Sean huffed, and pulled up his pants.  Flopping down in the chair, he grabbed his glass, and took another big drink.  Carlisle, Michael, and Peter walked over and sat down beside Edward and Sean.

“So, Sean, are you getting excited about getting married?”  Carlisle asked.

“Yeah.  Never thought I could love anyone else, but, in walked Elizabeth, and, bang, I forgot all about the other girl.”

“What other girl?”  Peter asked.  He had been around Sean all his life, and never knew about any other girl.

“Damn, I am going to sound like fucking Charlie Brown, but I fell in love with a little redheaded girl when I was like seven years old.”  Sean explained.

Peter tried to remember what Sean could be talking about, and then it hit him.  It must have been the family picnic.

It was summer that Sean was seven years old, and Elizabeth had just turned six.  He hadn’t brought Elizabeth around to many of the events because he was always on detail, and didn’t have time to keep and an eye on her and her baby sister.  But Sean’s father convinced him to bring them to the event.  During the day, Sean came running over to his father crying, holding his bloody nose.  They asked what happened, and he said that a girl hit him.  Peter looked over to where Sean was pointing, and Elizabeth stood with her hands on her hips, just like her mother used to do when she was mad.  He motioned for her to come over, and she stomped over. 

“Lizzy, what is the meaning of this?”  Peter asked.

“He deserved it.”  Lizzy huffed.

“I did not.”  Sean barked.

“YES, YOU DID!”  Lizzy yelled.

“NO, I DIDN’T!”  Sean screamed even louder.

“Sean. stop that this minute.  Now tell me what happened, Lizzy.”  Sean’s father asked.

“He came over, and said I was pretty, and he liked my red hair.  Then he pulled my pigtail, and then he kissed me, and gave me cooties.  So, I socked him one.” 


Sean’s father and Peter couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Son, why did you do that?”

Sean’s head was down, and he was moving dirt with his foot. 

“Sean?”  His father asked sternly.

“I think she is cute, and I love her.”  Sean whispered.

“Oh.  Well, it is not nice to pull little girls’ hair, and kiss them without permission.  Now apologize, and then go take her to get an ice cream cone.”

“I’m sorry.”  Sean mumbled.

“Fine, but I want strawberry.”  Lizzy sassed.

Sean smiled, and they took off toward to the table where the ice cream was.  A little while later, they were found walking across the field holding hands.

Coming out of his thoughts, Peter replied “Sean, are you talking about the little redheaded girl at the picnic that hit you in the nose?”

“Yeah, never saw much of her after that, but, damn, I loved her for years.”

Peter threw his head back, and bully laughed.  When he finally was able to catch his breath, he leaned over to Sean, and slapped him on the knee.  “Son, that little redhead was Elizabeth.”

Sean’s eye grew large, and his mouth fell open.  “You mean my Elizabeth was the little redhead girl?”  Sean stuttered.


“Well, fuck me.”  Sean exclaimed.

“But I thought your dick was sore?”  Edward questioned, chuckling at his friend.

“Fucking asshole.”  Sean said, before bursting out in laughter.  All the years he had thought about that fiery little redhead, and now he was going to married her.  Fuck, he had a great life.



While the guys were getting drunk, the women were enjoying their time together, spilling the dirt on their men.  When the subject turned to sex, Maggie turned a bright shade of red.

“Maggie, are you all right?”  Bella asked.

“Yes.”  She said softly.


Alice smiled wickedly, she had three, no, four glasses of champagne.   “So Maggie, tell us about Alec.   Is he great in bed?   I mean, the quiet types usually are.  Jasper is so quiet in public, but, damn, he is a wild tiger in bed.”

“I don’t know.”  Maggie whispered.

“What do you mean?   You have been engaged for a while now.”  Alice asked.

“We haven’t made love.”

“Why?”  Rose questioned.

“Alec wants to wait until our wedding night.  But…”  Maggie responded, holding back her true feelings.

“What is it Maggie?”  Bella asked worriedly.  Was she wondered what was wrong with Maggie and Alec?  She had so wrapped up with the baby, work, getting Edward better, and, finally, Charlie, that she hadn’t spent any quality of time with either of them.

Maggie looked up at Bella, and willed her nerves to settle down.  She didn’t want to complain, but, damn it, she was so frustrated.  By the look of concern in Bella’s face, she knew she was only worried about her and Alec.  “I don’t want to wait.  I am so worked up that I think I will bust.   We kiss and touch, outside the clothes, never underneath, and I can tell that he is excited, because, oh my God, I can see the huge bulge in his pants, but when I try to go further, he stops me every time. I have had so many cold showers over the last few months.”

“So, why does he want to wait?”  Bella asked.

“Because of what happened all those years ago.  Don’t get me wrong I appreciate the fact that he is caring about that, but I am ready to get on with my life with him.  He is everything I could ever want or need in a man.”

Bella came over, sat beside Maggie, and wrapped her arm around her.  “Maggie, you only have a few weeks left to go, and I can understand your frustration.  My advice is go see Rose’s shop.  Hell, we are having your bridal shower next weekend, and we can make sure you get some devices that will take care of your needs until your wedding night.”

“You would do that for me?”  Maggie cried.

“Rose, do you know if you have gotten in any really naughty devices at your shop lately?”  Bella asked.

Rose smirked, then a naughty gleam appeared in her eyes.  “I ordered some really wonderful new stuff from a new provider, and the girls in the shop say they are flying off the shelves.  When we get back to Seattle, I say we have a girls’ day, and do some serious shopping.”

After making Maggie feel better, the rest of the evening was filled with laughter and stories of their men.


The day of the wedding was surprising clear, but bitter cold.   The wedding ceremony was held, and there was not a dry eye in the church.  Sean O’Leary may be a big, badass Don, however, his voice cracked more than once as he said his vows to Elizabeth.

She looked like a princess in her ballgown with floral beading and crystals and a cathedral lace veil.


The lace had been part of her mother and her grandmother’s veil.  She was carrying a locket with a picture of her mother on one side, and her sister, Lisa, on the other.  Bella was moved by the ceremony.  The love that Elizabeth and Sean had for each other was very evident.  As they were saying their vows to each other, Bella didn’t break eye contact with Edward.  His bright green eyes blazed with love and want.  After the ceremony and pictures, the wedding party was in the vehicles traveling back to the hotel for the reception.

“You look fucking beautiful in that dress, but I can’t wait to get you out of it, and fuck you.”  Edward whispered in Bella’s ear, and proceeded to lick the rim of her ear.

“Don’t do that.  You know that I am only hanging on by a thin thread.”  Bella whispered harshly.

Edward chuckled, and leaned back in the seat.  It was going to be a fun night.

Esme had done an unbelievable job on the reception.  It was hard to believe she had pulled something off so grand and elegant in just four weeks, and from three thousand miles away.  The focal point of the room was the step up to the wedding party table that had an overhang of snow covered branches, crystal snowflakes, and a line of chandeliers.  Elizabeth had selected to have a range of flowers in different colors.  On the end was the massive, nine tier wedding cake, sitting on a round table covered in elegant pink satin tablecloth.  Each tier of the cake was decorated with fondant flowers, edible crystals, and edible gold.  Sean and Elizabeth had selected a different flavor cake for each layer, but the top layer would be Sean’s favorite, carrot cake.


Once the wedding party was announced, and seated at their table, the meal was served.  It was a delicious dinner of Prime rib, steamed vegetables, roasted potatoes, and buttery soft yeast rolls.  The guests oohed and ahhed at the wonderful dinner.  Sean and Elizabeth cut the cake, then the waiters and waitresses served the guests a slice.

During this time, the heads of the family came up to the table, paid their respects, and handed Sean a white envelope.  Sean would hand them to his Capo, who made sure they were secure.  After they paid their respects, they also came and said hello to Edward and Bella.  The other families in the country knew that the Cullen-Volturi family was the most powerful family in the country, and, knowing they have such a strong connection to Sean, made them even more so.

Edward kept caressing Bella’s leg under the table, and, every time she would look at him, he would lick his lips, and moan.  He knew that he was playing with fire, and he hoped that they would be consumed by the blaze of passion later on.  Finally, the reception was over, and Sean and Elizabeth were off to their honeymoon at Sean’s mountain retreat. Edward swept Bella up and his arms, and rushed to their room.  The fire of their desire blazed the rest of the night and into the wee hours of the morning.  Damn, what a fucking great wedding.





3 Comments on “

  1. Amazing chapter… I loved the whole part with Sean and Edward, I could so picture it. Love it and can’t wait for more .


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