Disclaimer: The Twilight saga belongs to the genius that is Stephenie Meyer. I do not own any of the characters... although I truly wish I owned some part of the dazzling Edward (sigh)

Hope you guys enjoy the story!

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Bella's POV

One month... that's all the time that remained of my unmarried life. Thirty days was all that separated me from an eternity with Edward.

I do admit I was a bit nervous... but the nerves were a distant second to the thought of being with him forever without boundaries or worries or my innane clumsiness.

I glanced at the mirror and caught a glimpse of my dull features.

"Such a plain Jane," I muttered to myself.

No matter how many times Edward called me beautiful, I would never quite understand what he saw in me. When we went out together, I always felt as though we were one of those couples where people would think to themselves "What in the world is THAT guy doing with HER??"

Suddenly some of the nerves resurfaced. I bit my bottom lip and mulled over a scary thought... what if even a total vampire makeover was not enough to do away with my average looks? With my luck, my glittering in the sun would be dull and boring in comparison to the way Edward took my breath away that day his skin sparkled in the sunlight.

"Edward," I quietly sighed.

The mere thought of him evoked butterflies in the pit of my stomach. I closed my eyes remembering the feel of his messy bronze hair beneath my fingers, the touch of his cool lips gently caressing my mouth, and his soft, velvety whisper reminding me to breathe. I already felt my knees grow weak from the memory.

"Way to go Bella... the mere thought of him causes you to practically faint."

I glanced at the clock and realized it was still a bit too early to head to the Cullens'. Normally I would waste time making some food for Charlie, but today he had an early patrolling shift.

"I guess I could work a bit on my vows," I thought to myself.

How Alice managed to convince me that original vows were the best choice was beyond me. It didn't surprise me that Edward was fully on board with the whole writing our own vows suggestion.

It wasn't a matter of me not having anything to say about my love for Edward. In fact, it was quite the opposite. I'm sure I could talk endlessly about my utter devotion to him. I was more concerned about the fact that my words would do little justice to describing how much I wanted to promise myself to him... how much of my life was so intertwined with his.

I was also worried by the fact that I knew that my words would pale in comparison to Edward's vows. I mean the man could read a dry report on the current state of the stock market and still manage to have the audience hang on his every word. It'll be simply another demonstration of how much I didn't deserve to be in the presence of such perfection.

I glanced at the blank piece of paper in front of me. "Edward," I managed to scrawl on the sheet. It was a start I suppose... I mean every great literary masterpiece starts with a single word.

"Who am I kidding? I am so completely screwed."

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Charlie's POV

The song on the radio finally came to an end as the broadcaster's voice filled the airwaves, "That was another great hit for you listeners out there. We'll play more of your favorites after a brief break. Also, forecasts show that Forks is in store for another cloudy weekend."

"What else is new?" I grumbled. I quickly turned off the radio and decided to ride the rest of the way in silence.

It didn't take a genius to figure out the cause of my irritation. As I made my way out of the house this morning, I caught a quick glimpse of the calendar only to realize that Bella's wedding was exactly a month from today. I had been so sure Renee was going to put up much more of a fight against the whole thing. I was hoping that her disapproval would buy some time and postpone the wedding until at least Bella finished college.

However much to my dismay, it seemed that Edward could not only captivate Bella's heart, but also charm the hell out of Renee as well.

Edward. I still couldn't help the way my eyes narrowed just by thinking about him. To my credit, I had been trying to be somewhat cordial to him for Bella's sake. If I was expected to give away my only daughter to him, I figured I could at least say hello whenever he came over.

However, who could blame me for still holding some resentment towards the boy for leaving Bella that time? The heartbreak was so evident in her face... in her demeanor. I wanted nothing more than to wring his neck for causing her such pain.

I still found it hard to believe how easily Bella looked past his shortcomings and took him back with open arms.

I was so plagued by my thoughts on the upcoming wedding that I almost missed the sight on the side of the road.

My eyes widened with slow realization as I quickly slammed on the brakes.

"Oh no," I gasped.

I opened my car door and ran to the scene. My fingers fumbled with the radio as I made a call to the station. I felt my breathing become erratic as I nervously ran my hand through my hair.

"This is Sheriff Swan. I need immediate medical assistance off the main road. There's been a car accident. The driver has lost consciousness. Over."

"How severe are the injuries? Over." the unit radioed back.

I was still in a bit of a daze from the sight in front of me. It wasn't until the radio operator repeated the question that I finally snapped out of my current shock.

I spoke into the radio once again.

"The victim seems to have suffered severe head trauma. He's losing a lot of blood not only from the head injury, but also from injuries acquired from the broken windshield. His car is pretty much wrapped around a tree right now. There's no way I can get to him without some sort of assistance to get through the crushed door. Over."

"I have dispatched an ambulance to your patrol car's location. The fire department should also be there within five minutes to help the EMTs remove the victim from the vehicle. Any idea who the driver is? Over."

I gulped, and closed my eyes at the question. I wanted nothing more than to not know the victim at that moment.

I steadied myself and finally radioed back, "Yes I know the victim. It's Edward Cullen... my daughter's fiance. Over."

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Some cliffhanger huh? Edward in an accident?? Hurt?? WTF?? This is basically a premise that has been stewing in my head for a bit. Are you intrigued? If enough of you guys are interested, I'll be inspired to write more. Let me know your thoughts so far.