Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, they belong to the wonderful Stephenie Meyer. Credit also goes to the movie 27 Dresses as an inspiration in part for this story.
"Edward?" I ask.
"Yes, love?" He looks down at me curiously.
"I... Um, I just wanted to tell you that... Um."
"Yes?" I start to play with the ring on my left hand. It glints in the sunlight. I lean back into Edward and sigh.
"Is there something wrong, Bella?" he asks.
"No, nothings wrong. I just, I wanted to let you know that I might actually, umm... Be looking forward to the wedding..." Edward looks down at me with so much happiness in his eyes I feel like I'm going to fall in love with him all over again.
"Really? And to what do I owe this sudden change of heart?"
"Nothing," I say. I roll onto my stomach so I can see his face. "I've just been thinking and I guess, the reason I was so against weddings in the first place is because of Renee. She always instilled in me how I had to get my life in order, to go to college, live on my own before I got married. She always made it seem like some sort of death trap. But, I mean, I've been to my fair share of weddings in my lifetime, for family, and I realized that most of them are successful marriages. I think I was afraid of making the same mistake my mom did, by getting married so young, but I won't make those mistakes because I'm going to make my own. And I already know I want to be with you forever so why not tie myself to you in any way possible." I smile up at him. He smiles back at me and leans down to kiss me. The whole world slips away as I feel his cold lips against mine and his hand against my cheek. He pulls away before I get the chance to take advantage of the moment.
"Isabella Swan you have just made my day." I turn around to my back and lay my head on his hard chest and I feel him start to play with my hair. "So you've been to your 'fair share' of weddings huh?"
"A couple here and there. Mainly cousins or aunts and uncles. Enough to pick your favorite part of a wedding ceremony."
"And what would that be?" Edward asks, still stroking my hair.
"You know when the bride walks down the aisle with her father and everyone stands up and watches her?" he nods. "I like watching the groom. He has one of two emotions on his face. Either that scared out of his mind look, or that look of pure love that he only has for the woman walking up the aisle. People always pay more attention to the bride and I kind of feel bad for the groom, that is, until I look at the bride and see that she only has eyes for him like he only has eyes for her. Its like nothing else matters. When I was little I used to wonder if I'd ever have anyone look at me like that. Of course, my mother would squash that notion after every wedding we went to, saying I was too young to be thinking about that. But I hadn't met you yet."
"So does this mean you'll be watching me then? When you walk down the aisle?" Edward asks.
"I'm the bride aren't I? I'll only have eyes for you. Will you be watching me?" I ask.
"Throughout the entire ceremony. It won't be so different from normal, actually. You are the only one I have eyes for and will have eyes for."
"Forever?" I ask.
"Forever." he agrees.