PRM ch50

A/n: (heavy sigh) I can't believe that this is the last chapter...when I started this story about six months ago, I figured it would be around 20-25 ch's...but that short of length would never have done our boy justice.

I still get a little overwhelmed by how well some of you responded and latched onto our little Batteredward. But, it warms my heart to know that you all fell for him, just as I did.

This has been an amazing journey and I can't thank my team enough: Reyes139, Lvtwilight09, Bnjwl, EdwardsEternal, Kitkat681, Ttharman and Kikithedreamer...you all were with me the from the first step I took in writing this little story about a very broken Edward. Words cannot thank you all enough for the encouragement that I received to keep writing and not shy away from this topic. I love you all!

Thank you to all of my readers who've cried, screamed and formed gangs to lynch Tanya...I love you all! I appreciate your support more than you will EVER know;)

Now, I bring you to some very happy times in our boys life...ENJOY!

(tissues might be needed, Lord knows that I cried writing it)

EPOV

Today is my wedding day.

I stared at myself in the mirror; my tuxedo looked sharp, my hair was its usual mess and my face reflected my anxiety.

"Edward, son, you need to calm down." My father's calm voice broke the silence from behind me.

"Dad," I said in a whisper almost inaudible. He was immediately by my side, one arm around my shoulder and the other held my arm.

"Edward, look at me." He said as he turned me to face him, his eyes were soft and full of concern as I tried to hold my tears. "What is it? Tell me what's wrong." Carlisle's soothing voice once again rang through the constant static in my ears.

I shook my head to clear the doubts that threatened to overtake my emotions. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breathes before I opened them and looked at my dad.

"What if I'm not good enough for Bella? What if she gets tired of me and all my baggage? I'm a lot to put up with. She's so good, Dad. She deserves a man that's whole and can provide her safety, security and a past free of demons," I spoke in one long breathe.

His hands came up to cup my face, "Edward Anthony Cullen, that girl loves you beyond sanity. You are the best thing that's ever happened to her, those are HER words to me herself. You're everything that she has ever wanted and all that she'll ever need, son. You bring her safety in the tightness of your arms. You bring her security in the fact that you're always by her side." His smile was undeniable and spoke the truth of his words. "And, your demons are gone, expelled, exorcised. It's all in your head, Edward. Remember all that you've overcome. Remember all that you've built in that resurgence of your life. Remember just how much you love her." His eyes searched mine as I listened to his words, and the rational side of my brain took over.

I instantly relaxed.

Then the tears came.

My dad pulled me tight against him and held me as the sobs of pain for my past flowed down my cheeks.

A few minutes later I pulled back, stood up straight and wiped the tears away. "Thank you, Dad. Thank you for never giving up on me and for still loving me. But, most of all thank you for accepting Bella and welcoming her into our family with open arms."

He smiled, and put his hand against my neck, "Son, you are the light of our life, your mother's and mine. We're beyond thrilled to have you back , and add to that excitement you've brought us another daughter. So, thank you for coming back to life and rewarding us in ways that we could never express in words. We can't tell you how much we love you and Bella."

I smiled at my dad. He really did love Bella just as much as he loved me and Alice. She completed our family.

"No more doubts, Edward. This is where you should be, doing exactly what you should be doing with your life. That girl out there is the best damn thing that ever happened to you," Carlisle said as he straightened my bowtie before he clapped on the shoulder.

I took a deep breath and felt the calm wash over me at how right his statement was.

I stood at the end of the aisle flanked by Emmett and Jasper as the music began to play that signaled Angela's and Alice's entrance. I knew that it was only a few minutes before Bella and Charlie would appear in that very doorway, and my eyes were transfixed in that direction.

My sister made eye contact with me, smiled and mouthed 'I love you'. I just nodded at her and took my eyes right back to the spot where my bride appeared a second later. I could tell that she was nervous because of the way she clung to Charlie's arm. Her breathing seemed a little fast from the way her chest was heaving. I could tell she was nervous, but she had no reason to be. I almost laughed at myself when I remember my moment of nervousness earlier. I just shook my head at the pair we made together. It was perfect, we were perfect.

She looked exquisite, and I had to fight the tears that threatened to fall from my eyes.

All the years of hurt and agony that I had endured suddenly seemed a million years ago.

All the times I had laid in bed and dreamt of a moment like this in my life suddenly replayed like fast forward in my mind.

I fought to catch my breath at the enormity of this exact moment.

I had found my savior in Bella.

She had helped me find my own strength, my own mind, and most of all allowed me to find out who I really was.

She was everything to me.

I was the luckiest son of a bitch alive.

I snapped out of my daydream and focused on Bella again. Bella was a vision in her soft white silk wedding dress as she walked down the aisle in a march that seemed to last a thousand years.

Charlie cleared his throat once they reached me, and it brought both mine and Bella's eyes towards him and off each other.

"Take care of her, son," He challenged with a hint of a tear in his eye as he placed her hands in mine.

"Always, Sir," I said with as much confidence as I could muster through my emotions.

The preacher began the ceremony and I don't remember much of what we said. I remember vaguely having said our vows, but, I distinctly remember being told to kiss my bride.

I pulled a grinning Bella into my arms and kissed her as all the love from my heart poured out through my lips.

We broke apart with smiles on our faces and a thunderous round of applause as we were pronounced 'Mr. and Mrs. Edward Cullen'.

Bella and I floated down the aisle, together. She giggled once we reached the doors of the church. "I'm your wife," she gushed before she tiptoed up, and kissed me again.

I smiled against her lips, and then murmured, "I'm your husband."

Our eyes met and I felt ten feet tall from all the happiness that coursed through me in that moment.

A few hours later we stepped off the elevator towards our honeymoon suite where we would spend our first night as husband and wife. Our plane for Paris didn't leave until the following day so we would have time to relax, and get into whatever wedding night mischief that we could. It also gave us time to have a calm wedding night, we wouldn't be exhausted from our travels and too tired to really enjoy ourselves.

"Hold on there, Mrs. Cullen," I said as I picked her up to carry her over the threshold of the room.

"Edward, that's not necessary. Please don't strain yourself." She teased as I growled, and walked us a few feet into the room before I sat her on her own feet.

"Wow, this room is amazing." She gasped as she took in our surroundings.

"Not as amazing as you are," I said as I caught her around the waist, and brought her towards me.

I crashed my lips to hers, and felt her moan in my mouth as I started to walk us back towards the bedroom. I had missed her the past few nights, and wanted to waste no time in consummating our marriage.

"Edward…baby, slow down, we have all night," she gently commented with a laugh as I began to unzip her dress.

I frowned as I stepped back from her, "Bella?" I was confused by her rejection.

"Edward, stop that thought right there. I don't want you to stop altogether, just slow down a little." She smiled, and stepped towards me with her hands on my chest.

"I wanted to change into something special, have a glass of champagne and enjoy this moment between us." Her soft voice calmed me, and made me realize that I had acted like a horny teenager after the prom rather than a grown man that just got married.

"I'm horny," I honestly whispered.

She laughed, and cupped my cheek, "It's okay," she leaned in really close, "because I am too. I just want to slow it down a little."

"Okay," I said through a long breath that I finally let out.

"Get comfortable and relax. Open some champagne and I'll be out in a few minutes." She groped my ass which caused me to jump with a nervous laugh.

She pushed me towards the living room where the champagne waited for me. She giggled and grabbed her bag before she shut the bathroom door behind her.

I grabbed some flutes, and popped the top off the bottle before I filled both of our glasses. I drank half a glass before I decided that I'd better slow down or I'd wind up drunk on my wedding night. That certainly would not be good.

I took the glasses, and set them on the bedside table before I removed my jacket and shirt then my shoes and socks. I debated on whether or not to remove my pants and decided what the hell, I wanted to be as ready as possible.

If the tent in my boxers was any indication there would be no performance anxiety tonight.

I started to realize that Bella had been gone for a little longer than I had expected, "Bella, everything alright in there?"

"Um, yeah…but remind me to kill Alice when we get back from our honeymoon," she murmured through the door.

"Okay, if you wish, although I think she might be missed. Do you know a good place to bury the body?" I joked as the bathroom door minutely cracked open.

What appeared before me simply took my breath away.

There was Bella in a sheer white corset, a white thong and white thigh highs that made her legs look a mile and a half long.

"Fuck," I mumbled as she stood there under my gaze.

"This is why. I had this beautiful silk gown picked out and it's gone from my bag. I know she took it out and put this in its place." She blushed as she stood there while drool slipped down my chin.

I'd seen Tanya parade around in lingerie for years. It never once turned me on or stimulated my libido in anyway, but, Bella in that outfit as my wife, had my entire body tingling with excitement.

"Oh Bella, remind me to get Alice that Porsche that she's been wanting," I said as I moved to stand in front of her.

She looked up at me with that shy softness to her eyes, "Really?"

"Oh yea, really." I tried to sound cool as I replied, but the pants that came from my mouth probably gave me away. I seriously struggled to not rip the clothes from body and take her right then and there.

"You like this?" She questioned, and stepped back from me.

"Bella…the word 'like' is a serious understatement," I replied, and stepped toward her again.

"Get on the bed," she ordered. I blinked in confusion.

"What?" I asked.

"Get. On. The. Bed." She said a little forcefully. Her finger tapped against my chest and pushed me back with each word.

"Oh, and get rid of the boxers," she said as the back of my legs hit the side of the mattress.

I quickly rid myself of the aforementioned fabric; I couldn't deny my beautiful bride a single thing she asked for, especially that request. I sat down on the bed, and scooted to the center against the headboard.

Bella picked up our champagne flutes, and took a sip from her glass before she climbed up on the bed. My eyes watched every single move she made as she scooted across the small distance and straddle my lap. She handed me my glass, "Shall we toast?"

I nodded, and gulped as her heat settled right over my throbbing cock.

"To a long and happy marriage." She smiled, and then gave me a saucy wink before we clinked our glasses. I tilted my glass and drank but my eyes were focused on her, on how her mouth moved as she took her sip.

"To a beautiful life," I replied, and offered my glass to toast with her again. I had to see her mouth move and form her lips in such an erotic way for such a common action.

Once we both finished off our glasses, she took them and set them back on the table. She quickly resumed her position across my lap, and I swear she ground against me several times on purpose.

"So, this outfit turns you on, huh?" she asked with a quirked brow.

I nodded, and gripped her hips a little tighter. My hands worked independently of my brain as they pulled her to me, "It does, but mostly because it showcases your beauty," I said just before I attached my lips to the skin of her neck.

She moaned, and her hands came up to grab my hair as it held me in place.

"Make me yours, Edward….please." Her voice was raspy and full of desire as her hot center ground against me.

"With pleasure, Mrs. Cullen," I growled before I flipped her over onto her back, and settled between her legs.

My lips attached to whatever skin I could reach, and I couldn't stop the moans that escaped my mouth.

I worked to get that darn corset off her body so that I could lavish her breasts properly as she squirmed and wiggled around to help as well. It got all tangled in knots, and we wound up sitting up in laughter as we both worked to try and rid her body of the now offensive material.

"Maybe we should kill Alice," I said in exasperation once we were down to the final knot.

"Agreed," she sighed in relief as I flung the lingerie across the room.

"Now, where was I?" I looked up at her, and questioned. Her eyes were hooded as she smirked at me while her finger pointed to a semi-erect nipple.

"Oh yes…" I said just before I pushed her back on the bed. My mouth began to suck, nip and lick her luscious breast.

Her back arched, and she began to thrust up to find friction against my hard cock. I wanted…no, I needed to taste her first. I wanted to relish her in wetness on my tongue as she came on my face. As greedy as it sounded I wanted to watch her come right in front of me, to know that I was the one that brought that extreme pleasure to her.

I released her nipple from my mouth, and watched as her eyes opened. She followed me as I began to kiss my way down her stomach. She squirmed slightly when I licked her belly button. I continued until my mouth was right over her swollen clit.

"You are so beautiful, Bella," I whispered as our eyes locked and her breath hitched when my tongue swiped through her slit.

"Oh, Edward…" She moaned, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she arched up again.

I licked soft and slow, building the intensity with each pass. There had been a time when it was not possible for me to go down on her without some form of flashback or anxiety. However, she quickly learned not to surround my head or push my head too hard into her body. With those few simple adjustments, I rather enjoyed being able to pleasure her this way.

I felt her thighs begin to quiver as she struggled not to clamp them around my neck, and I knew that she was close. I increased my motions because I was a greedy bastard, I wanted her to know the pleasure she gave me every single day, I wanted her to know that without a doubt I love her and only her.

Her moans got louder and when she screamed my name, I lapped up the sweet taste that filled my mouth.

I loved being able to make her come with just my tongue.

But now I just wanted to make love to my wife… slowly… gently…for a long time.

She pulled me up to her by my shoulders. I nestled in between her legs, the tip of my cock already set at her entrance.

I wrapped my arms under her shoulders, and brought my hands up to move the hair off her face. Our eyes met, and we slowly moved to meet the others lips. The kiss was languid and filled with an eternity of love, passion and adoration.

I knew without a shadow of a doubt that Bella loved me, I could feel it in everything that she did and especially in how she touched me, held me, showed me by giving herself to me time and time again.

"I've never loved anyone the way I love you, Bella. I'm so proud to have you as my wife. I want to show you how much I will cherish you every single day of our life together," I said before I shifted my hips, and sheathed myself completely inside of her.

We both moaned into our kiss at our connection.

Our bodies entwined in the throes of passion, while our hearts connected our souls in love, as we made love for the first time as a married couple.

I knew this would be a tradition for us, the soft sensual way that we loved one another. The reverence that our bodies showed the other as we connected in sex; pure love passing from my soul into hers as my body entered hers.

We held each other tightly while we caressed the other's skin, our lips breathed in the other's exhalation…and I couldn't wait to enjoy the rest of our honeymoon wrapped around each other the way we were in this magical moment.

One Year Later

"We're really going to do it? You mean it?" Bella asked with her eyes a light with in excitement.

"The building is ours if we want it," I whispered as I wrapped my arms around my bride. We were out celebrating our one year anniversary, and I brought her to the vacant warehouse we'd found on our last round of go-sees with the Realtor.

"Can we afford it?" She asked, quietly as I quirked a brow at her.

"Silly, Mrs. Cullen, have you forgotten your last bank statement? I promise, we have more than enough to buy it outright, do all the repairs, and furnish it without so much as making a dent in our savings account," I said with a little laugh as I ignored her furrowed brow.

Bella still had issues with the fact that I didn't force her to sign a pre-nup, and she valiantly fought with me because she didn't think we should have a joint banking account.

She wanted to only live off what we made at our current jobs, until we bought our new house. Then, she realized that if we were able to pay it off instead of having a thirty year mortgage that would hang over our heads was probably the wisest way to use 'my money' as she so stubbornly recalled her decision.

"When can we take ownership?" She queried.

"Tomorrow, as soon as we sign the paperwork, the sale will be final," I replied, and watched her process it all in her own little way.

"Are we really ready to do this? To take on something this big?" She asked once again as I just nodded my head at her.

"You know Esme is going to have a fit." She laughed, and I pinched the bridge of my nose at the mention of thatsubject again.

"Bella, we are NOT having children just so that Esme doesn't have to deal with empty nest syndrome. Besides, isn't it OUR decision when and if we decide to have children? Since when does the grandmother get to dictate our procreation schedule?" I said but tried to keep the frustration out of my voice.

Ever since we'd returned from our very active honeymoon, Esme had begun to drop hints about wanting grandbabies.

While Bella and I had discussed it, I wasn't ready yet. After all that I had been through, after all the plans that Bella and I had begun to make, we just needed more time. Especially since our newest business venture would definitely set that time frame back at least another year.

"Well, this time you get to be the one to tell her over dinner. When we tell them we have news to share, you just KNOW that babies will be exactly what she's thinking of," Bella said with a laugh as she walked around the empty warehouse space.

"I'll handle my mother, although I should probably warn Dad, so that he can have some valium on hand," I spoke through a laugh of my own.

"Besides, maybe Alice will come back from her honeymoon knocked up," I said, teasingly.

Bella narrowed her eyes at me, "She wouldn't dare!"

Although Bella had agreed to wait until I was ready, she too was a little anxious to start a family. So, she didn't take too kindly to the fact that Alice and Jasper made no bones about the fact that there would be no birth controlled used in their house. Therefore, a new little competition had sprung up between the two of them. But, I knew that Alice still took the pill because she told me that wasn't ready yet either. She'd come to me and asked me to talk to Jasper about it before the wedding because he wasn't listening to her.

We'd had a long talk about it, and Jasper finally realized that he needed to give Alice a little more time while she worked on building her own business. Although, none of us had clued Bella in on this little secret yet… because it had just been too much fun to watch them try to one up each other about their faux children.

"I can assure you, my lovely wife that my baby sister will not be knocked up on her honeymoon." I finally relented.

She huffed and walked back over to me, "This is finally happening, isn't it?" She looked up at me with a smile.

I nodded my head and smiled too, "It really is, and I, for one, couldn't feel better about it."

Four Years Later

"Please Rescue Me Shelter and Outreach, this is Rosalie, how can I help you?" I heard my assistant say as she answered the never ending phone calls outside my office door.

The phone on my desk buzzed, "Edward, Mrs. Cope is on line three, she has a consult about a young female."

"Thanks, Rose," I said before I answered the phone.

Twenty minutes later I looked up to see my very pregnant and very grumpy wife standing in front of my desk, "I want barbeque again," she whined, and then plopped down in the chair.

"Again?" I asked with regret as I saw the tears well up in her overly hormonal eyes.

"It's your daughter's fault, for some reason that's what she keeps telling me to eat," she said as she wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"My daughter? Oh, so now she's my daughter?" I chuckled, and walked around to crouch in front of her as my hands automatically went to her belly.

"Today she is. She's taken up residency on my bladder, and continues to kick me in the ribs," Bella said as she closed her eyes while I rubbed my hands in a soothing manner across her stretched skin.

"Baby girl, you have to give Mommy some rest…I can't be here all the time," I said in a soft and calm voice as I felt our child move around inside of my wife.

"It's always you that she wants. It's almost like she'd prefer to be inside of you, rather than me," Bella spoke as a full sob escaped her mouth.

"Oh baby." I leaned up to cup her beautiful face. "Let's go home so I can take care of my girls."

"Edward, you can't leave, we have three walk-ins here and the referral that Mrs. Cope called about is on her way." Rosalie reminded me.

"Call Jasper and Dr. Mike, they'll have to handle things. My wife and child need me," I said as I helped Bella out of the chair, and to our car after I gathered all of her belongings and my briefcase.

Twenty-six hours later, Katherine Renee Cullen, or Katie, was born into this world. Her lungs were healthy and my heart belonged to her the moment they set her in my arms.

"She's the spitting image of you," Bella whispered as we lay together on her bed with our daughter between us.

"Thank you, Bella," I whispered back as I stared at our perfect daughter.

"For what, Edward?" She asked as I looked up at her, unable to contain the tears in my eyes.

I had to swallow the lump in my throat so that I could speak, "For rescuing me…for giving me love, a life...and a family." She cupped my cheek and leaned forward to softly place her lips against mine.

"You never have to thank me for that, Edward." She smiled with her own tears in her eyes.

"You've given me everything that I never thought I'd have. I'm blessed beyond measure."

I knew that the words I spoke were the truth. I was thankful every single day of my life that Bella had noticed me and cared for me.

She heard my silent screams.

She rescued me. Just as I'll continue to do for all those out there that still silently scream for help.

Asking someone to, 'Please, rescue me!'

A/n: I do still have plans to write a sequel, however, with a new job and more activities than I can keep up with as Minime is a social butterfly, life is hectic and busy...I'm thinking near mid-summer, I'll get it done. So, keep me on alert!

As always, I would love to hear your thoughts.

May hugs from Batteredward warm your hearts.

Love, Kyla