Authors note: Hey guys! So, this idea has been floating around my head for awhile. Basically, I need some outlet for my newly acquired twilight obsession.

This fic takes place post eclipse.

Well, enough of my ramblings.

Here's the story. I hope you check it out!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I am not the fabulous Stephenie Meyer, therefore I own nothing.

Beginning eternity

Summary: Bella and Edward are looking forward to spending forever together. But before that can happen, one little event must take place... the wedding. Doubts, songs, wedding obsessed Alice, a ripped dress... Will Edward and Bella manage to survive long enough to begin eternity?

Chapter 1: Sing to me

I was lost in momentary bliss, far far away from Alice, and her crazed and frantic wedding plans, if only for a time, and the wedding, the guest list, all that seemed miles away now. I sighed contentedly, taking Edwards hand and gripping it tightly as we walked. It was one of those rare occasions in Forks, a day where the rain wasn't falling. The sun was shining, glistening on Edward's skin, making him even more magnificent ... if that were at all possible. And now we stood, in the center of the meadow... our meadow. I smiled, sprawling gracelessly onto the slightly damp grass, and Edward did the same beside me. I couldn't help but compare the way I'd fallen, in a disheveled heap, to the way Edward had sunken to the ground with one smooth, flowing motion. He chuckled lightly, seeing the crimson color my cheeks as I straightened myself out beside him.

I opened the fingers of Edward's hand, which I was still clutching, and began to trace delicate circles on his palm with my fingertips. It was quiet for a long moment. I looked up at his face; I could see it was filled with hidden tension. I knew Edward too well to be fooled by the smooth exterior.

"What's wrong?" I asked softly, continuing the pattern on his palm. He didn't answer.

"Edward?" I asked again.

"It's nothing," he assured me calmly, but I didn't by it.

"It's something," I countered. He didn't speak.

I sighed. So I would have to resort to the use of my secret weapon. "Edward, tell me," I looked up into his golden eyes. "...please?"

Edward gazed at me for a long moment. "Please?" I said again, pouting.

"That," he began, "is not fair." I smiled sheepishly.

"All is fair in love and war," I reminded him. "Now tell me what's wrong."

Edward took in a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "This... us." He said quietly.

My fingers froze on his palm, body tensing instantly.

"What?" I asked, my voice shooting through two octaves in my panic. My heart began to race, feeling like it would pound right through my chest.

This couldn't be happening... he had promised... we were getting married...

"Bella," he said, lifting his other hand to stroke my cheek. "I'm not going anywhere." My muscles relaxed, and I sighed, relieved, waiting in silence for my heart to return to it's normal pace. "Not unless you ask me to leave." He qualified.

"I'll never ask," I vowed, intertwining our fingers. "I want you with me always."

"Bella?" he asked gently.

"Yes?"

"Would you do something for me?"

"Anything," I said, and then regretted speaking too quickly.

"Sing for me?"

I looked away from his face quickly, not wanting to be trapped by those golden eyes, which I was sure, were now liquid and smoldering.

"I don't have much of a voice," I told Edward.

"Oh, but you do."

"How do you know?" I asked. To my knowledge, I'd never sung a note in front of Edward Cullen in all the time I'd known him. Why would I? He was the musical genius after all, not me.

"I have heard you sing, Bella. Once." I stared at him in confusion, waiting for an explanation.

"About a week after we got back from Italy," he began, "It was just after nine. Charlie wasn't home, working late on something at the station, but I had decided to take the Volvo home and come back, just in case he arrived sooner than we expected.

"You were the only one in the house... sitting in the middle of your bed when I got back. But I paused to listen outside your window. I heard music... You were singing."

"You never told me you heard that," I said, blushing furiously. "I don't usually do it, I was just... happy. To have you back again. I'm surprised you can hear anything at all after it."

Edward pulled our laced hands up to my face, and brushed one cool finger against my burning cheek.

"Your voice, like the rest of you, is beautiful, love," Edward assured me. I closed my eyes.

"You don't have to sing, if you do not wish too."

"Okay," I said softly, lifting my face, and burying it in Edward's chest, not wanting to look at his expression, already feeling guilty enough as it was for denying his request.

"But will you tell me something?" he asked. I nodded slightly against his chest.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?"

"Getting married, sacrificing your sole..." I sat up, opening my eyes, and rolling them at Edward. It seemed we'd had this conversation a hundred times.

"First of all," I said defiantly, "I am not sacrificing my sole. I think you and I both know you don't believe that crap. Need I remind you of that day in Italy?" The corners of Edward's mouth turned down in a grimace. I spoke more softly now. And second, I'm marrying you, because I love you. You know I do. AND you're the one who wanted to get married, remember?"

"You shouldn't do anything you don't want too, Bella." Edward said sternly.

"But marriage, it's just the beginning of the eternity that we'll have together. And I want that. I want you."

"But it's wrong... it's wrong for you to love me."

"So everyone keeps saying," I muttered.

EVERYONE, it seemed had an opinion on Edward and I being wed. It didn't help, either that I lived in a small town like forks, where everybody knew everyone else; I was quite frequently a topic of interest in conversation. It made me angry sometimes.

I could see the way people looked at Edward and I as we walked, hand in hand. Appraising, maybe even doubtful. Possibly imagining a future just like the one left to Charlie and rene, seeing me as just another part of the cycle. But the two situations were totally different. Their were so many other factors that people couldn't see. And what did they know, anyway? What did anyone know about the love Edward and I shared?

I hated to see him so worried. He was concerned about me being worried about the way people reacted to the engagement. And at first I was, but really, now that I thought about it, that was quite trivial. Edward worried about me entirely too much; I wished he would stop. But I knew it wasn't likely.

I thought about everyone's reactions when I'd broken the news. Shy, sensitive Angela, jabbering Jessica, Charlie, rene... It was quiet for a long moment, as the series of flashbacks played in my mind.

Authors note: So, what do you think? Good? bad? Horrible? This is my first twilight fic, so please heview, because reviews make me happy. I've already got the next two chapters written. Let me know what you think. Criticisms, suggestions, all feedback is welcome.

It getts better, I PROMISE!

The next chapter is called Flashback: Telling the family

XOXO

Annie