Edward took my hand into his and squeezed it. I instinctively squeezed his hand back to comfort and reassure him that I would be by his side.
“I wanted to get our marriage registered the day after we got off the cruise ship…but then I thought that that would just freak you out,” Edward admitted a little shyly.
I found this version of Edward so adorable. It was a stark contrast to his fully confident self who declared boldly that he was sure that I would become his wife. Perhaps now that our wedding is so close, he’s getting cold feet?
“We can get that done whenever you wish…” I replied, before pulling up his hand and kissing it.
“Really?” Edward asked, his green eyes sparkling like a kid that had just gotten his long-awaited Christmas present.
“Really,” I replied firmly.
