AN: All right, so most of you reading this right away will know that this is a sequel to Breathing in Sequence. But for any newcomers, you should probably go read the completed first story, there's a link in my info! :)

Now, I'm starting this out with some major fluff and I'm not really getting into details about things yet. I'm in the middle of moving, so I'm pretty much updating this just so you guys know I'm not abandoning you :) It'll be a bit 'til we get regular internet, just until we get settled, but we will get it! So don't fret if this isn't updated for a few weeks.

Also, I'm not sure how I'm going to do this story. I may stick with only NarratorPOV because it's easier for me to write that way, but I may not. I'm also not sure if there will be a soundtrack or anything (there is a song for this chapter, though). I'm hoping to make the chapters longer than the last story but I'm not sure how that will go either, haha. I'll figure it out as we go.

So here we goooo :)!

the dress: http://farm3[dot][dot]com/2268/2250060028_66f77f4f55[dot]jpg

the song: http://www[dot]imeem[dot]com/people/-VmzFSp/music/f2TZAQgZ/citizen-cope-sideways/

NarratorPOV

citizen cope x sideways

There was an overwhelming silence in the small, well decorated room, but outside of it buzzed the noises of the biggest day of her life. Bella stood in front of a large full-length mirror and studied her reflection. Her previously brown hair had lightened dramatically, entirely on it's own, and now was more of a burnt blond. She had thin silver bands that pulled her hair off her face, tiny little diamonds glittered on the two bands as they criss-crossed in her hair; despite her efforts a few wisps of her hair fell along the side of her face. She left them alone and pulled her loose hair back and clipped it into place with a pin, tucking the small white rose behind her right ear.

She turned around slowly, inspecting her entire body as she moved. She was wearing delicate looking off-white lace panties with a matching corset and stockings that came to her mid-thigh. She hadn't put on her heels yet, so she stood with her stockinged feet flat to the hardwood floor. She couldn't believe what was going on around her. The scent of freesia bombarded her senses and soothed her, for which she was grateful.

It was going to be simple, she reminded herself, nothing fantastical or obnoxious. Short and sweet and merciful. She shook out her arms and stretched her fingers. She took a few deep breaths and counted to ten.

She smudged on some lip gloss and dragged a black eyeliner pencil along her eyelids. A quick sweep of mascara and she was done with makeup. Only one more task left before everything began: to get dressed. She walked over to the garment bag hanging on the back of the door and unzipped it. She slid the silk from the hanger and brought it over to her mirror. It was a soft cream color, slightly off-white like her lingerie, and fell elegantly down her figure. She slipped into it, the palms of her hands nervously brushing the material into smoothness along her hips, just beneath the raised lace flower pattern that circled her abdomen. She admired the drop back as she adjusted her hair in the mirror, the curls falling in gentle waves to her hips. The train of the dress was rather short, only trailing her by about two feet, but she preferred it that way.

A roll of nervous excitement came to life in her stomach and she grinned widely at herself, the light coating of gloss on her lips catching the soft white light in the room. She looked down at her left hand, the brief sparkle of her tiny silver diamond engagement ring catching her eye. She held her hand out in front of her, stretching her fingers apart and admiring the simple ring. Bella shut her eyes and smiled happily to herself, the image of her soon-to-be-husband floating through her mind.

"These feelings won't go away,

they've been knocking me sideways."

Edward walked down the hall between the changing rooms and glanced to the one that hid Bella from him. He desperately wanted to see her, to see the way her dress fell along her curves, to smell the scent of her shampoo. His breath was ragged as he paced the hallway, waiting for the signal that things were starting. Esme really had gone overboard with the preparations, there were delicate white lilies spread out all over the small church and long, twisting strands of ivy hanging from the corners of every room and doorway. It couldn't be more elegant if it had been designed by a god. Edward could smell the freesias everywhere. Carlisle began to make his way down the hall and met Edward's anxious gaze when he looked up.

With a light nod, Carlisle said "it's time, Edward," and turned to make his way down the aisle and through the large wooden doors into the main area of the church. In a frantic whoosh of breath, Edward attempted to push out all of his nerves. It didn't work. Jasper came down the hallway and offered Edward an encouraging smile before he, too, entered the main chamber of the church. Everyone else would be in there by now, all that was left was for him to do as he was supposed to.

There was a light rapping on her changing room door and Bella jumped. Being so uptight and anxious was starting to distract her from everything else. She swallowed hard and twisted a stray lock of hair around her finger.

Now's the time, Bella, she thought, don't chicken out now.

"Bella, it's time. The wedding is starting," Emmett's voice boomed through the thin door and Bella fought not to nibble on her bottom lip. She moved to the door and opened it, her eyes meeting his, and the broad grin on his face brought one of her own to her lips. "Don't worry, Bella, you made the right choice. He's a good man and he loves you, everything will be fine."

She nodded weakly and let him lift her hand to rest on his arm. Together, they began the march down the aisle and through the open doors, following the red velvet carpet. She watched her step closely, terrified of looking up to meet the eyes of her very-soon-to-be husband, and nearly growled at the chuckle that escaped Emmett. At this moment, she hated him.

She took the first step through the threshold of the doorway and the softest keys of a piano started up. A quiet, peaceful melody surrounded her, enveloped her in its promise of contentment and security. She recognized the flow of notes, only James could have composed it. A knot formed in her stomach, twisting and rising through her chest to stop at her throat. She was suddenly panic stricken at the idea that perhaps she wouldn't be able to speak.

Overwhelmed with fear at such a failure, her eyes lifted in search of the only comforting gaze she knew would help. She didn't have to search, straight ahead her sights connected with the piercing emerald gleam she was so desperate for. She hadn't realized she'd made an attempt to run to him until Emmett's grip on her arm tightened and he cleared his throat quietly. The tiniest hint of a smirk teased at James' mouth, and instead of scowling like she wanted to, she found herself returning the subtle gesture. The rest of the walk down the aisle was painfully slow.

Finally, after what seemed like a decade of inching down the velvet carpet, James was within reach and he extended his hand out to her. She took it, placing her fingers into his palm, and smiled warmly at him as his fingers closed around hers and he pulled her closer to him.

The pastor stood silently, aware this his sole role in this ceremony was to pronounce them, his bible clasped to his chest as he watched the unnaturally beautiful couple communicate with nothing but a few glances.

"Bella," James' voice was a hushed whisper, nothing more than a breath of admiration he'd held since she began her walk down the aisle. "My Bella, I am here today to swear myself to you; I only wish there were words to describe everything you are to me and everything I will strive to be for you. When you need someone to encourage you, I want it to be me. When you need a helping hand, I want it to be mine. When you long for the comfort of another, I want you to seek me out. When something troubles you, I will soothe your worries. I promise to be by your side through joy, through sadness." With his free right hand, James gently lifted her chin so he could see her face more clearly. "I vow to be patient with you and the circumstances in our lives. I vow to honor you. I vow not to be boastful of our love, but to keep that which we share between us. I promise to be proud of you, but not proud in love for though I will strive for perfection, I know I can never reach it. I promise not to be quick to anger, but to think before I speak and act. I vow not to keep a record of wrongs, to never shift blame unto you for things neither of us can change. I pledge to be your best friend, your husband, your confidant, your protector, your lover, your soulmate. In faith and in love, I take you to be my wife, to respect and cherish you through good and bad. On this day, I pledge my all to you, Bella Swan."

Reaching down to the table between them and the pastor, James lifted her wedding ring and slid it onto her ring finger, smiling softly at her as she watched.

"James Pylos, I stand before you today a desperate woman. I am here to ask you to receive me, in sickness and in health, for the rest of your days. I swear to stand honorably beside you always, even when the white wings of death scatter us apart. I promise to let the cries of my heart call only to you, to love you unconditionally in all ways; to allow our love to be a moving sea between the shores of our souls, to encourage our love to always be as constant and unchanging as the ocean tide, as the never-ending waves that pour upon the sand, flowing endlessly from the depths of the sea - incalculable and eternal. Your love came softly upon my heart, just as the foam comes softly upon the sand, and just as there will never be a morning without the ocean's flow, so there will never be a day without my love for you. I pledge my heart, my body, my mind, and my soul to you on this, our wedding day. I swear to be dependable through our good days and our bad days, to give you the best of myself and ask of you no more than you can give. I promise to respect you, to cherish you, as the man I am destined for. I vow to openly draw from our combined experience and feelings in our search for truth and meaning. I will strive for harmony through compromise and understanding, through love and devotion, as long as we both shall live. I stand before you with a commitment of adoration and acceptance, of love and desire, in all ways. Always."

Bella imitated James' motions of sliding the ring onto his finger, a feeling of contentment and joy settling itself into her spirit. The shuffling of pages in a book signaled their time to turn and face the pastor, the small act seeming painful and unwanted. James entwined their fingers and held firmly to her hand. The pastor spoke quietly, "Do you, James Pylos, take this woman, Isabella Swan, to be your wife?"

He squeezed her hand lightly and smiled, his voice clear and strong in the small church, "I do."

The pastor looked to Bella and spoke again, "Do you, Isabella Swan, take this man, James Pylos, to be your husband?"

She couldn't help it, the corners of her lips tugged up fiercely into a brilliant grin and she straightened her shoulders. Enunciating every letter carefully, Bella let a delicate "I do" ring from her throat.

"By the powers vested in me by this church, I now pronounce you man and wife." With a light nod at James, the pastor said, "You may kiss your bride."

Without a milisecond of hesitation, James turned and scooped Bella up into his arms, crushing his lips to hers in a frantic, consuming kiss as the Cullens burst into applause. Bella's breath caught in her throat, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and matched the ferocity of his kiss with everything she had.

AN: :)! reviews are welcome