Breaking Dawn
Feeling a Bit Faint
Just breathe Bella. Just inhale and exhale. But I knew that at that moment, breathing would be nearly impossible. Standing there, about to be married to the most beautiful and extraordinary being in the universe, kept me from taking in the air.
Edward's gentle smile sent my heart flying, and kept my brain from functioning. I forgot how to breathe. And of course my body reacted to this, and all went black.
"Oh!" I felt the surprise leave my lips as some sort of ice pack touched my forehead. But after a quick thought, I reminded my self that this was of course Edward. I struggled to open my eyes, afraid that opening them would bring the reality of my klutzy move to light. But as I opened them, they revealed a gorgeous and striking angel- my angel. Edward let out a chuckle.
"And I thought you didn't want to make a scene," he said, gently picking up my delicate body and cradling me in his arms. I finally drew my eyes away from my angel, nervously anticipating the curious faces of the audience who saw my little "whoops". But not a soul was there. Not my mom and Phil in the front row, nor my dad who left at least five feet between him and my mom. Not even Alice.
I gazed back up at Edward, and seeming to read my mind, which I often felt he did, he pulled me up into a sitting position on his lap so he could speak to me directly.
"They are all at my house, for the reception," he spoke gently, looking at me with tender eyes. "You were completely and entirely right. This was too much. Alice understands."
I suddenly felt rage and straightened up. "Hey, maybe the hundreds of people and the dress and the decorations were a bit much, but that doesn't mean you and me are. I mean, I no you really want this, for everything to be in the right order. And because it means so much to you, it means the same to me. And…"
"Bella," Edward sighed, "Of course we are still getting married. But without the audience. It's just you me, and of course Emmet, since he is marrying us. But that's all. I want this to be special and comfortable. If you faint on every third word Emmet says then it just won't be the same. So I just sent them to my house. Is that alright with you, Love?"
I stared at him, wondering how I ever found him and how in the world that I deserved him.
"Yes. I… I mean of course but what about you. Is it ok with you?"
He pulled me into his tight, cold embrace and whispered into my ear. "I am the only witness needed here. I am the only one who asked to be your husband. If it is me and only me you want, then it is me alone you get." At that he kissed my head and helped me up onto my feet. "I'll be right back," he whispered, and before I could even take a step towards the alter, Emmet was standing there in front of us, smiling ear to ear and Edward was at my side. He tightly held my waist and helped me up the steps as I stumbled, still a bit dizzy. When we reached the top he positioned me in front of him and Emmet began the ceremony.