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Esme had been sent a notice and all I had gotten in return was she is coming to court immediately. I did not know when but I knew she would not let me down.

With all the women trying their hardest to be planning what was rumored to be the greatest wedding in history it was hectic. They wanted to boast they were part of planning a royal wedding.

For that reason Edward had insisted that guards now stand at my door's while the ladies that I had selected to help me were inside.

Elizabeth, Alyssa, Sarah, Jessica, Angela, and then my mother, sister and Rosalie were the ones I had asked to help me. They all agreed elatedly and now it was time for women's business.

"What are color suggestions?" My sister looked like my father, strict and completely serious. We were all gathered around the small table some on the couches, the chairs or the floor. Alice had a quill and pen ready with parchment.

Rosalie already had an argument for her cousin. "A foolish question if we know not the bridesmaids."

"Isabella, have you thought about this matter?" Alyssa asked me. She and I were sitting on the couch facing the bedroom doors and the other couch where Sarah and Rosalie were.

Alyssa and I were both extremely happy because of our ever growing bellies and we had truly become good friends because of her pregnancy. I was due only a month later then her, she was expecting in May.

I looked to my mother for direction, wishing Esme would be here as well. "How many would you suggest mother?"

"Six, possibly seven," she proposed. Renee sat lightly in her chair closer to Alyssa and Sarah and looked almost shy.

"Alice my sister of course…Rosalie my dear cousin," that was as far I had thought in that matter.

Turning to Alyssa I asked, "Alyssa would you?" I was not sure whether she would answer yes or no for she would be quickly approaching her due date.

"Of course, with honor."

"How is about you are all my bridesmaids?" I prompted for fear of singling one out.

Excited murmurs and nods answered me. I grinned and leant back while putting my hands over my bloated stomach.

"Now that has been decided we are back to choosing a color," Alice huffed impatiently. The way she said that had opened the discussion up to all the ladies in the room and all of their suggestions came at once.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I was confused as to who it was for I was not used to having guards at my door. Before I could raise from my seat the wooden door burst open and I could feel my face light up.

"Esme!" I exclaimed, getting up as quickly as possible from my seat and rushing over to her.

Esme's light brown hair looked impossibly younger and her green eyes were ablaze with excitement. "I promised you my dear." Was all she said before I looked past her.

The maid was carrying the beautiful silk gown in reverently. Her hands were supporting the heavy material and I clapped like a young girl once seeing it. It was my wedding gown.

Esme settled into our conversation as easily as she sat down next to me so I was in between her and Alyssa. The ladies and I were looking at her for direction, probably because of the excitement she casted when she was around.

Elizabeth, Rosalie and Jessica all went to admire the beautiful gown while the rest of us got to business…again.

"I recommend centering the wedding around Isabella's engagement ring perhaps." Everyone seemed to like her idea and they were all taken to her highly.

"Emerald green," Alyssa exclaimed and Esme nodded eagerly. They then looked at me for the final say in this.

"Splendid," I smiled though my thoughts had somehow wondered to warm bread with butter. My pregnancy had been doing that to me a lot lately.

"Perfect, now what shall those gowns look like?" Alice asked while furiously writing this down.

"Something simple and elegant would be appropriate," Angela said quietly. Esme and my mother nodded in agreement, making her smiled happily.

Esme looked over at me. "Isabella, I can work with you to design the gowns, I would always create my own dress patterns."

"That would be marvelous." I was thrilled to be able to spend time with Esme productively.

Everyone agreed and then we were onto a long debate over flowers. I could only be interested to a point. After I had listened to all of the girls ideas which they had defended they began to argue and I just sat back quietly.

Someone knocked on the door once more and I rose to go get it, desperate for an escape from their argument which Rosalie seemed to be winning.

"Enter," I said loud enough for the person of the other side of the door yet not for the ladies to even notice I had rose.

Edward slipped in through the door and wrapped his arms around my waist. I kissed him lightly before he glanced over at the bickering women and then back at me in bewilderment.

"Flowers," I sighed and shook my head with an eye roll, not wanting to say more about the subject. The king looked overly amused by this.

"It is not humorous I cannot get them to agree!" I exclaimed in a hiss while fighting my own smile at his childish amusement.

"I have the same issue with the council," Edward said sarcastically. I pretended to be annoyed and pushed his arms away.

"I thoroughly think mine is worse, they have been so absorbed they do not even notice I have come over here to you." The chuckling did not stop and soon it turned into silent laughter with his entire frame shaking.

"Edward!" I exclaimed.

"I'm sorry my love, I do agree yours is far worse." His apology was insincere but I did not care, I just rolled my eyes with an exasperated grin.

"Oh Edward, hello son, have you come to help us?" Esme turned her body so she was facing us now and the rest of the ladies startled when they noticed he was in the room. All but Esme jumped to curtsy.

I burst out giggling with Edward's grimace and quick thoughts of leaving. "I trust you mother, you are capable women." My hand's had to muffle my laughter and it was Edward's turn to playfully glare at me.

"Get away while still possible," I whispered to him in between my giggling.

The king did not need to be told twice, he rushed out of the room like a rabbit on fire. I silently laughed at the comparison of the rabbit while sitting back down in my seat.

In the end we had decided on two things. I had to be the one to make peace and try to combine everyone's ideas. The bridesmaid's bouquet was to be simply white Cali lilies with golden silk ribbons around the stems and flowing a little from the flowers.

My own flowers had while tiger lilies and pure carnations. There was to be some green plants that Esme assured me were beautiful and grew at Blackberry Ridge. Some other things were to be added as seen fit but I did not want my flowers to steal attention from my dress.

After a church was set we discussed the style of hair for women for we had agreed to discuss the wedding feast tomorrow. It was almost time for me to go to Edward's chambers and release my stress from the day.

I could honestly not tell you what they had decided for the bridesmaids, I just knew that I was to have my hair down with curls and some of my hair by my face pinned behind my head. No hat, hood or headdress was going to be worn either.

All the ladies left and Alice, Rosalie and Esme all went to their own bedrooms while I went to the king's, not even bothering change to my night gown.

Edward was waiting for me when I slipped in. He looked over me once and took in my sagging frame and exhausted expression.

When he spoke his tone was not laced with humor like I had assumed, rather concern, "That dreadful?" I nodded before wondering how I was to unlace my gown.

"Should I be of assistance?" His eyes gestured to my gown and I nodded.

My exhaustion was soon forgotten for I got the amusement of watching Edward try and unlace my bodice. His eyes were tight and confused and his eyebrows were knitted together. The large hands of his were clumsy and stumbled.

It seemed I was asleep before Edward even joined me in his bed.

The next day the wedding plans continued but the king saved me from them after an argument with his mother. We went off riding together through the woods and I was surprised when he stopped in a small and magical clearing with a crystal spring in the middle.

Edward always knew when I needed to be relieved of stress and I knew when he did. We had sex in the woods for hours. No animals were left once we were finished. The noise had scared them away.

It was strange to be so undressed when at any moment a man could come riding along and see the two of us. It was very high risk and it made the love all the more hot.

When we were back at court we had to rush to the privacy of our rooms where we fixed our appearance so no one would notice. Except Esme of course. She always knew.

Days of long planning continued until everything was settled. My stomach was growing more and my lower back had been cramping. The date of the wedding was set for February 22nd and then my coronation will be a day before Ash Wednesday on March 5th.

It was January 16th now which meant five weeks to prepare for the wedding and a move on March 10th. Edward and I had spent scarce time together since our last romp in the woods so we were now in my study on the new couch that Lord Walter gave me. It sat facing the beautiful snow covered trees.

"Edward, what do you propose we do once the baby is born?"

I was seated with my back against the side of the couch and my feet stretched to meet the other end. The king sat on the ground with his head rested on my fat stomach where I could run my fingers through his hair.

To the rest of the court it just appeared as if I were plump from the holiday season and had not bothered to lose the weight I gained from all the feasts. Some suspected of my pregnancy but dared not to ask and for that I was thank ful.

"Perhaps Blackberry until he is of age," I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"Or her."

"Still the same," Edward shrugged and turned so he was facing me. I knew my face was hesitant.

"What is wrong?" He asked me.

I knew the answer to this question yet I asked it. "After the baby is churched it will be sent away from here?" Edward just nodded.

"That is what is bothering me," I sighed.

"What shall we do with him…?" Edward saw the scolding look on my face and added, "Or her."

"Edward I love children, I would be simply content if I was a farmers wife and was able to suckle a baby myself silly."

Understanding crossed over his pale face. "Which is nearly impossible when with me," I bit my lip and nodded.

"I suppose I do not wish to rob you of anything. I do not want you to regret being with me in my complicated life."

"I love you for your complicated life. I love everything about you. Yet I love this baby," my hand massaged my swollen stomach, "it is a part of you and I do not think I will be able to part with it."

Incredulous eyebrows went up. "You wish to raise a child at court? As the queen of England?"

"Wet nurses of course will help me, but I don't want our son or daughter raised by strangers." I do not know when I had decided this; perhaps it was when I was a young girl and never knew my parents until I was of interest and legal marrying age.

I craved for the relationship Edward and Esme have. I do not want to wait until my son, or daughter came to court and I did not want to only visit them when I was given the chance. I wanted it from the moment they were born.

"Well I've witnessed you have two people arrested for adultery, control a snapping meeting of the privy council, light up the entire court with one smile, plan a royal wedding and coronation in a week, catch a king and be an excellent sister and cousin. I am sure you can manage a child on your own." My face brightened up and I could feel it. Edward grinned over at me and kissed my hand.

And then I felt it. A little flutter that was so much more. I had been feeling this for the past months a feeling like a butterfly. Right now it was harder.

I gasped and the king looked alarmed over at me. "The baby has quickened!" I exclaimed joyfully. Edward's face could only be compared to when I told him of the pregnancy yet it seemed even brighter.

"It has just kicked!" My face spread in a cheerful and wide grin. Edward shot up and then sat down next to my stomach.

Both sets of our hands were on my womb, Edward's large ones over lapping mine. I felt another poke and I went speechless. My mind could not even process the happiness I felt of the baby being active.

The expression on Edward's face silently told me that he had felt that movement as well. My joyful look softened considerably as I took in his own. What I was giving meant the world to this man, a child, my love, and someone to trust.

We sat there for what seemed like hours just content with the feeling of the child that we created under our hands. Edward was back on his stop on the floor and I was as I had been previously. Now I could not wipe the smile off my face.

"Do you…well…do you ever…err… speak to it?" Edward mumbled in question, casting his gaze away from me. I grinned and answered yes. It calmed me, though I was not even sure if she or he could hear me.

"I'm sure they would like hear its father's voice." I said gingerly. He looked hesitant but nevertheless put his head softly touching my womb.

"Hello sweetheart," he began with a soft blush coating his cheeks. It was a sweet sight but I felt the need to interrupt.

"You said sweetheart! I knew you believed it was a girl!" I said smugly with a smirk, Edward rolled his eyed.

"Hello son or daughter," Edward stressed making me roll my eyes. "I know you are growing real strong thanks to your mother. If you're a boy you will be such a great one, a golden prince I'm sure. If you're a girl I know you will be as beautiful as your mother." His voice was softer then a lullaby.

"I love you baby," he whispered against my skin making my eyes start to water in happiness of our little family. "Your mother does too; you must be gentle on her; no hard kicking alright." I giggled at this and he looked up at me with a crooked grin. This man, this king of England is everything to me.

The kicking had not ceased during his speaking, if only grew more frequent, assuring me that my baby adored the sound of their papa's voice.

These were the best days of my life and they only grew better with each passing one.

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Esme had been sent a notice and all I had gotten in return was she is coming to court immediately. I did not know when but I knew she would not let me down.

With all the women trying their hardest to be planning what was rumored to be the greatest wedding in history it was hectic. They wanted to boast they were part of planning a royal wedding.

For that reason Edward had insisted that guards now stand at my door's while the ladies that I had selected to help me were inside.

Elizabeth, Alyssa, Sarah, Jessica, Angela, and then my mother, sister and Rosalie were the ones I had asked to help me. They all agreed elatedly and now it was time for women's business.

"What are color suggestions?" My sister looked like my father, strict and completely serious. We were all gathered around the small table some on the couches, the chairs or the floor. Alice had a quill and pen ready with parchment.

Rosalie already had an argument for her cousin. "A foolish question if we know not the bridesmaids."

"Isabella, have you thought about this matter?" Alyssa asked me. She and I were sitting on the couch facing the bedroom doors and the other couch where Sarah and Rosalie were.

Alyssa and I were both extremely happy because of our ever growing bellies and we had truly become good friends because of her pregnancy. I was due only a month later then her, she was expecting in May.

I looked to my mother for direction, wishing Esme would be here as well. "How many would you suggest mother?"

"Six, possibly seven," she proposed. Renee sat lightly in her chair closer to Alyssa and Sarah and looked almost shy.

"Alice my sister of course…Rosalie my dear cousin," that was as far I had thought in that matter.

Turning to Alyssa I asked, "Alyssa would you?" I was not sure whether she would answer yes or no for she would be quickly approaching her due date.

"Of course, with honor."

"How is about you are all my bridesmaids?" I prompted for fear of singling one out.

Excited murmurs and nods answered me. I grinned and leant back while putting my hands over my bloated stomach.

"Now that has been decided we are back to choosing a color," Alice huffed impatiently. The way she said that had opened the discussion up to all the ladies in the room and all of their suggestions came at once.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I was confused as to who it was for I was not used to having guards at my door. Before I could raise from my seat the wooden door burst open and I could feel my face light up.

"Esme!" I exclaimed, getting up as quickly as possible from my seat and rushing over to her.

Esme's light brown hair looked impossibly younger and her green eyes were ablaze with excitement. "I promised you my dear." Was all she said before I looked past her.

The maid was carrying the beautiful silk gown in reverently. Her hands were supporting the heavy material and I clapped like a young girl once seeing it. It was my wedding gown.

Esme settled into our conversation as easily as she sat down next to me so I was in between her and Alyssa. The ladies and I were looking at her for direction, probably because of the excitement she casted when she was around.

Elizabeth, Rosalie and Jessica all went to admire the beautiful gown while the rest of us got to business…again.

"I recommend centering the wedding around Isabella's engagement ring perhaps." Everyone seemed to like her idea and they were all taken to her highly.

"Emerald green," Alyssa exclaimed and Esme nodded eagerly. They then looked at me for the final say in this.

"Splendid," I smiled though my thoughts had somehow wondered to warm bread with butter. My pregnancy had been doing that to me a lot lately.

"Perfect, now what shall those gowns look like?" Alice asked while furiously writing this down.

"Something simple and elegant would be appropriate," Angela said quietly. Esme and my mother nodded in agreement, making her smiled happily.

Esme looked over at me. "Isabella, I can work with you to design the gowns, I would always create my own dress patterns."

"That would be marvelous." I was thrilled to be able to spend time with Esme productively.

Everyone agreed and then we were onto a long debate over flowers. I could only be interested to a point. After I had listened to all of the girls ideas which they had defended they began to argue and I just sat back quietly.

Someone knocked on the door once more and I rose to go get it, desperate for an escape from their argument which Rosalie seemed to be winning.

"Enter," I said loud enough for the person of the other side of the door yet not for the ladies to even notice I had rose.

Edward slipped in through the door and wrapped his arms around my waist. I kissed him lightly before he glanced over at the bickering women and then back at me in bewilderment.

"Flowers," I sighed and shook my head with an eye roll, not wanting to say more about the subject. The king looked overly amused by this.

"It is not humorous I cannot get them to agree!" I exclaimed in a hiss while fighting my own smile at his childish amusement.

"I have the same issue with the council," Edward said sarcastically. I pretended to be annoyed and pushed his arms away.

"I thoroughly think mine is worse, they have been so absorbed they do not even notice I have come over here to you." The chuckling did not stop and soon it turned into silent laughter with his entire frame shaking.

"Edward!" I exclaimed.

"I'm sorry my love, I do agree yours is far worse." His apology was insincere but I did not care, I just rolled my eyes with an exasperated grin.

"Oh Edward, hello son, have you come to help us?" Esme turned her body so she was facing us now and the rest of the ladies startled when they noticed he was in the room. All but Esme jumped to curtsy.

I burst out giggling with Edward's grimace and quick thoughts of leaving. "I trust you mother, you are capable women." My hand's had to muffle my laughter and it was Edward's turn to playfully glare at me.

"Get away while still possible," I whispered to him in between my giggling.

The king did not need to be told twice, he rushed out of the room like a rabbit on fire. I silently laughed at the comparison of the rabbit while sitting back down in my seat.

In the end we had decided on two things. I had to be the one to make peace and try to combine everyone's ideas. The bridesmaid's bouquet was to be simply white Cali lilies with golden silk ribbons around the stems and flowing a little from the flowers.

My own flowers had while tiger lilies and pure carnations. There was to be some green plants that Esme assured me were beautiful and grew at Blackberry Ridge. Some other things were to be added as seen fit but I did not want my flowers to steal attention from my dress.

After a church was set we discussed the style of hair for women for we had agreed to discuss the wedding feast tomorrow. It was almost time for me to go to Edward's chambers and release my stress from the day.

I could honestly not tell you what they had decided for the bridesmaids, I just knew that I was to have my hair down with curls and some of my hair by my face pinned behind my head. No hat, hood or headdress was going to be worn either.

All the ladies left and Alice, Rosalie and Esme all went to their own bedrooms while I went to the king's, not even bothering change to my night gown.

Edward was waiting for me when I slipped in. He looked over me once and took in my sagging frame and exhausted expression.

When he spoke his tone was not laced with humor like I had assumed, rather concern, "That dreadful?" I nodded before wondering how I was to unlace my gown.

"Should I be of assistance?" His eyes gestured to my gown and I nodded.

My exhaustion was soon forgotten for I got the amusement of watching Edward try and unlace my bodice. His eyes were tight and confused and his eyebrows were knitted together. The large hands of his were clumsy and stumbled.

It seemed I was asleep before Edward even joined me in his bed.

The next day the wedding plans continued but the king saved me from them after an argument with his mother. We went off riding together through the woods and I was surprised when he stopped in a small and magical clearing with a crystal spring in the middle.

Edward always knew when I needed to be relieved of stress and I knew when he did. We had sex in the woods for hours. No animals were left once we were finished. The noise had scared them away.

It was strange to be so undressed when at any moment a man could come riding along and see the two of us. It was very high risk and it made the love all the more hot.

When we were back at court we had to rush to the privacy of our rooms where we fixed our appearance so no one would notice. Except Esme of course. She always knew.

Days of long planning continued until everything was settled. My stomach was growing more and my lower back had been cramping. The date of the wedding was set for February 22nd and then my coronation will be a day before Ash Wednesday on March 5th.

It was January 16th now which meant five weeks to prepare for the wedding and a move on March 10th. Edward and I had spent scarce time together since our last romp in the woods so we were now in my study on the new couch that Lord Walter gave me. It sat facing the beautiful snow covered trees.

"Edward, what do you propose we do once the baby is born?"

I was seated with my back against the side of the couch and my feet stretched to meet the other end. The king sat on the ground with his head rested on my fat stomach where I could run my fingers through his hair.

To the rest of the court it just appeared as if I were plump from the holiday season and had not bothered to lose the weight I gained from all the feasts. Some suspected of my pregnancy but dared not to ask and for that I was thank ful.

"Perhaps Blackberry until he is of age," I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"Or her."

"Still the same," Edward shrugged and turned so he was facing me. I knew my face was hesitant.

"What is wrong?" He asked me.

I knew the answer to this question yet I asked it. "After the baby is churched it will be sent away from here?" Edward just nodded.

"That is what is bothering me," I sighed.

"What shall we do with him…?" Edward saw the scolding look on my face and added, "Or her."

"Edward I love children, I would be simply content if I was a farmers wife and was able to suckle a baby myself silly."

Understanding crossed over his pale face. "Which is nearly impossible when with me," I bit my lip and nodded.

"I suppose I do not wish to rob you of anything. I do not want you to regret being with me in my complicated life."

"I love you for your complicated life. I love everything about you. Yet I love this baby," my hand massaged my swollen stomach, "it is a part of you and I do not think I will be able to part with it."

Incredulous eyebrows went up. "You wish to raise a child at court? As the queen of England?"

"Wet nurses of course will help me, but I don't want our son or daughter raised by strangers." I do not know when I had decided this; perhaps it was when I was a young girl and never knew my parents until I was of interest and legal marrying age.

I craved for the relationship Edward and Esme have. I do not want to wait until my son, or daughter came to court and I did not want to only visit them when I was given the chance. I wanted it from the moment they were born.

"Well I've witnessed you have two people arrested for adultery, control a snapping meeting of the privy council, light up the entire court with one smile, plan a royal wedding and coronation in a week, catch a king and be an excellent sister and cousin. I am sure you can manage a child on your own." My face brightened up and I could feel it. Edward grinned over at me and kissed my hand.

And then I felt it. A little flutter that was so much more. I had been feeling this for the past months a feeling like a butterfly. Right now it was harder.

I gasped and the king looked alarmed over at me. "The baby has quickened!" I exclaimed joyfully. Edward's face could only be compared to when I told him of the pregnancy yet it seemed even brighter.

"It has just kicked!" My face spread in a cheerful and wide grin. Edward shot up and then sat down next to my stomach.

Both sets of our hands were on my womb, Edward's large ones over lapping mine. I felt another poke and I went speechless. My mind could not even process the happiness I felt of the baby being active.

The expression on Edward's face silently told me that he had felt that movement as well. My joyful look softened considerably as I took in his own. What I was giving meant the world to this man, a child, my love, and someone to trust.

We sat there for what seemed like hours just content with the feeling of the child that we created under our hands. Edward was back on his stop on the floor and I was as I had been previously. Now I could not wipe the smile off my face.

"Do you…well…do you ever…err… speak to it?" Edward mumbled in question, casting his gaze away from me. I grinned and answered yes. It calmed me, though I was not even sure if she or he could hear me.

"I'm sure they would like hear its father's voice." I said gingerly. He looked hesitant but nevertheless put his head softly touching my womb.

"Hello sweetheart," he began with a soft blush coating his cheeks. It was a sweet sight but I felt the need to interrupt.

"You said sweetheart! I knew you believed it was a girl!" I said smugly with a smirk, Edward rolled his eyed.

"Hello son or daughter," Edward stressed making me roll my eyes. "I know you are growing real strong thanks to your mother. If you're a boy you will be such a great one, a golden prince I'm sure. If you're a girl I know you will be as beautiful as your mother." His voice was softer then a lullaby.

"I love you baby," he whispered against my skin making my eyes start to water in happiness of our little family. "Your mother does too; you must be gentle on her; no hard kicking alright." I giggled at this and he looked up at me with a crooked grin. This man, this king of England is everything to me.

The kicking had not ceased during his speaking, if only grew more frequent, assuring me that my baby adored the sound of their papa's voice.

These were the best days of my life and they only grew better with each passing one.