A/N: This is my first fanfic, so please, any help you can give, feel free to give…

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or main plot. Those belong to the brilliant Stephanie Meyer.

Where Do We Go From Here?

Takes place after Eclipse

BPOV

I couldn't think straight. I was so excited. I was just pacing around my room, thinking about what was to come. Just picturing his perfect face in my mind gave me butterflies in my stomach. I couldn't believe how extremely lucky I was. That he would choose me was still baffling. But whatever his reasoning was, I wasn't about to argue with it. It was finally going to happen. I was finally getting married!

"Bella, are you ready?" Alice called through my(Edward's) door.

"Just about. I just need to zip up my dress." I instantly regretted saying that. I felt it coming.

"Oh, I'll do it for you." Alice stormed in, opening the door with a bang. I could tell that she was excited, too.

"Alice, don't you think that you've done enough? Not that planning my ENTIRE wedding was any work or anything. If you required sleep to function, you'd be asleep on your feet. As it is…" I was trying to be gentle, but I don't think it was working. Her face crumpled with pain. If she would have been in a movie, she would've been voted best actress, but I couldn't tell if she was acting or not.

"I thought you WANTED me to do all that for you", she choked. "I guess I was wrong." And with that, she ran out of the room.

"Alice", I moaned, "please come back. I didn't mean I didn't want your help, I just meant that I thought you would be worn out after all the work you put into the plans." I knew she could hear me. I was right, because as soon as I said that, she came racing back up the stairs.

"I knew you didn't mean it!" she squealed. "I had a vision", she whispered impishly in my ear.

"Ugh. I can't wait until I can outdo your trickery someday, soon I hope, with my own talents that I will acquire."

"Well, let the games begin", she said, "but for now, let's get your wedding out of the way first."

"I think I could manage that." We proceeded down the stairs, arms linked, approaching the best day of eternity.