A/N: Uhm. Yeah. I was messing around on my blog, and look what showed up? Heh.

I don't actually know if they make wedding invitation catalogs. But they have catalogs for everything else wedding-related, so why not?

Disclaimer: Me? Own something? bright eyed REALLY? wakes up hahah. yeah right. me own something... very funny.

Bella had never quite realized exactly what Edward had meant when he set the wedding condition.

If her love for her angsty, emo, vampire hadn't been so damn great, had she known, the answer would have been "No effing way." Maybe even with an actual swear word.

And all the vampiric puppy eyes in the world wouldn't have changed that decision. Nope.

But she hadn't known. And she did love her angsty, emo, vampire boyfriend that much.

This incredible love was really the reason they had been deciding on invitations for the past six hours. Or, Edward had been. About three hours into it, Bella had realized exactly how little her commentary effected the process.

"Or maybe this one... No, it's a little too... moody."

Bella nodded dumbly.

"So, then there's this one. Hm. Perhaps with a different color scheme?"

Bella kept nodding.

Silence. For the first time in hours (vampires apparently didn't need to breath when they talked).

Bella looked up. Edward was gone.

Before panic (or was it relief?) set in though, he was back. With another stack of catalogs. Specifically, catalogs of wedding invitations.

The bride to be wondered why the world had so many wedding invitation catalogs. Surely fifteen were more than enough to go around?

Immediately, the groom was back at it. "Ewe, no, entirely too much pink!"

Nod.

"Hm. I really like this shape..."

Nod.

"Although, this one seems to be unique..."

Snore.

"Bella!"

She woke with a start.

"How long have you been asleep?" Edward asked. He looked truly upset.

"Uh..."

"This means you probably didn't even see the last ten pages of invitations!" He flipped the catalog back. "Ok, so, do you remember this one? We have to get both our inputs for all of these, you know."

Unable to pay attention to the endless parade of wedding invitation designs, Bella finally put a stop to the madness. "I'm sure Alice would love to personally design an invitation for us."

Edward latched on to the idea like the leech he was. "That's perfect! And that way we can have all our input considered!"

Bella couldn't help but think 'You can have all your input considered. Poor Alice.' Sometimes it was a truly good thing that Edward couldn't read her mind.

A rustling of paper brought her crashing back to reality from her thoughts.

She couldn't help it. She snapped. "Now what?"

Edward looked genuinely hurt. "It's the guest list, of course!" And then he put on that winning smile, and the genuinely hurt was a thing of the past. "I wrote it down while you were sleeping last night. And then I alphabetized it!"

Bella suddenly found the medium sized notebook shoved into her hands.

"Why don't you look over it while I get you something to drink?"

Nod.

By the time Edward came back, Bella was glaring.

Apparently he wasn't completely emotionally deaf, dumb, and blind without his telepathy, because Edward noticed instantly.

"What's wrong?"

"Jacob Black isn't on this list. In the J section, or the B section."

Edward looked a little sheepish. "I didn't think he'd want to come."

"We, I, owe him an invitation," responded Bella.

"That is a very bad idea."

"Whose wedding is this?"

"Ours."

"Right. Ours. Not yours. We will invite Jacob."

After six hours of wedding invitation choosing, Bella wasn't about to take no for an answer.

And after six hours of wedding invitation choosing, even Edward wasn't up to saying it.

"Fine."