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Hey girls…few things before you start reading this…one, for this story to continue I NEED reviews, like absolutely, positively, NEED them…I understand that reviews are so important to a writer and that they help them progress in their writing… If I'm not working on my story on this site, I'm probably trying to help other writers by writing a review…so please write, write, write…two, this is my first fanfic…WAIT…don't stop reading just because its my first one…I promise you, if you don't like it, I'll seriously consider what you're saying and I might change it…but please don't rant on about my grammar or spelling mistakes cause I know every writer has them…three, I don't intend on jumping right into the plot within my first few chapters…this will be slow at first, but trust me, it'll speed up in the middle…four, there are new moon spoilers in the first chapter itself so don't read this if you want the whole plot to be ruined

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It took me a while for the idea to finally sink in. Even after repeating it over and over to myself, coming to the point where I thought I had almost figured it out, just to start back over again-really not believing that this had happened. Of course, I wasn't super strong or icy beautiful…yet I mean. I had kept my part of the deal and now it was Edwards's turn.

"Isabella Marie Cullen," I murmured for the 100th time now. Everything seemed to go by so fast (not like in the movies where the bride smiled longingly at her husband), no, this was pure torture. Not because I thought I wasn't ready yet or felt it was too soon; oh no, I would do almost anything for Edward to change me. The main problem was that my heart felt ready to jump out of my chest. This was all because of Edward. He was so beautiful; he dazzled me to the point where I just felt ready to faint.

I had woken up that day and he was there, smiling that crooked smile I always loved.

"I was surprised you actually managed to get some sleep," he said. "You were tossing and turning all night muttering some incoherent phrases."

"Incoherent phrases like...?" I asked. I knew when I slept it was my weakest point. I surrendered into my thoughts and dreamt the whole night, usually mentioning what I was dreaming along the way. That was the embarrassing part. Edward seemed to pick up the things I'd say with his sensitive hearing. I should be a little happier though, at least he couldn't hear my thoughts.

"Like I said it was incoherent," he answered with a troubled expression on his face.

"What? You're not telling me something." I stated. I knew that look, either I said something bad about the wedding or it was about me wanting to change into-as he thought-the damned monster. My guess was it was the later one. God, Edward is so stubborn about keeping things the way it is. But that'll change after this happened. I would keep my end of the trade and he would keep his. There was no way he would get out of this one.

"It was nothing really," he said, grinning instantly "But if you don't get ready soon, Alice will have my head off!" He was changing the subject again, something he was starting to do often these past months. My feet dropped down from the bed and shuffled forward. Edward caught onto my waist suddenly and gently pressed his cold lips to the base of my throat.

"You look absolutely stunning," he whispered, with that irresistible velvet voice. My pulse quickened instantly. No matter how many times I would tell my heart to slow down a bit, nothing would change. If Edward were to kiss me a million times, I would still feel the same way. I turned my head and sighed into his stone hard chest.

"Now, go get ready or Alice will surely kill me," he muttered, laughing silently to himself, pulling away. I stumbled to the bathroom my mind still in a daze, took a hot shower, and changed into a red V-neck shirt with a black flowered skirt. Charlie called from somewhere downstairs.

"Bells, you ready to leave?"

"Yeah Charlie just a minute," I called. It had been very hard to convince Charlie of my idea to marry Edward or rather Edwards's idea. The first time I mentioned it, I was surprised to how he reacted. He laughed, I mean, full out laughed.

"Bella he's your boyfriend not your future husband." He chuckled. He glanced quickly at my expression, realizing I wasn't kidding. Several emotions flickered across his face; first surprise, then confusion, and finally-anger.

"Bella, you aren't serious are you? You're only 18 and you've known him for what-a couple of years, not even? Don't jump to conclusions- get to know him and if you still like him when you're 24 or 25 you can talk to me then." I had prepared myself for this, but to actually here Charlie say this, sparked my anger. Who did he think he was? Did he actually think I didn't know Edward?

"You don't even know him! You think that you understand all of the Cullen's but you don't! I'm 18 but I'm positive that…that… I…love him," I exclaimed "Besides, you and Mom got married when you were young and…" he cut me off.

"Yes, but look how that turned out Bella, it was a disaster, your Mom and I were young romantics like you and Edward. We got married, bought this house, and then everything fell apart. You really can't know that you want to spend the rest of your life together when you've only known him for two years, barely even that. Just don't jump into conclusions." I sighed. I really should have known it would go this way. It wasn't his fault entirely, he didn't know what Edward was, let alone that he had saved my life multiple times-twice from the clutches of evil vampires. Charlie didn't even know that I had risked my life for him too (well, if you count me causing him to kill himself and then saving him from the Volturi-sort of). I knew Charlie couldn't take it if I told him anyway, thinking he had all the criminals down just to realize that there were vampires and werewolves out their too, one being my best friend and the other, the love of my life.

I dropped it for that day but over the course of a week it was argument after argument-Charlie always bringing up the same points-I was too young, wasn't ready, my mother would never approve, I was jumping to conclusions…etc;etc. I was always backing it up with points of my own-I was an adult now and he couldn't tell me what to do, I loved Edward, I wasn't going to make the same mistakes he had. If he refused to listen, I'd threaten him with leaving Forks, running away, never speaking to him again. I felt bad for saying that and watching his face fall, but that was the only way he would see I wasn't planning on giving up any time soon.

It was decided that if Charlie didn't change his mind in two weeks, I would just get married without him being there, but I never had to come to that decision. He knocked on my door Friday evening and entered the room.

"Bells," he called, cautiously.

"Yeah Charlie?" He sat down in my chair and started talking in a rush.

"I know we have been going on and on about this for some time, and even if I think its still too soon, I've decided that you are old enough to make your own decisions and if this is what you want, then ok. I know he's a nice guy and while I still think he was a jerk about leaving you, you are an adult, and if this is what you really want then…I guess I should want it to."

"What are you talking about Charlie?" I asked, even though I knew perfectly well what he was talking about, I just wanted him to admit to it.

He sighed. "You and Edward together."

"So, you're saying yes to the marriage?" I questioned, surprised but still happy.

"I guess so," he sighed again.

That's how it happened. Charlie agreed to setting it up and talking with Carlisle, Esme, and of course, my mom. It was a lot harder to convince my mom, but after Charlie and I badgered her day and night, she finally gave in and decided to fly with Phill in a week. There was no need to send out invitations-it would be a small wedding-only the Cullens, Charlie, Mom, and Phill would be there. I would have liked for Jacob and Billy to come but seeing as Billy hated the Cullens and Jacob was their natural enemy-it wouldn't work out to well. I was also worried about the cost. No way was I having Edward throw me some huge wedding with anything fancy. I told this to him multiple times but he assured me over and over again that Alice, Rosalie, and Esme had it all taken care of. I was still kind of worried though as I stepped down the stairs two weeks after that Friday. They better not do anything drastic, if I found anything that even looked like it cost a lot, I would stop the wedding then and there.

I walked into the kitchen knowing that Edward had probably just left through the window in my room. Charlie still didn't know that he was with me almost every day besides when he was hunting. If Charlie figured out that Edward came to my room every night, even before I really met him, I think he might have a heart attack or faint-or both. There was a granola bar and some juice on the table, I popped it into my mouth, gulped down the juice and walked outside, putting my jacket and boots before I left. It was only sprinkling, but I knew Forks-it was sure to pour down later on-. Charlie was already waiting in my truck, the windows rolled up and some old 80's song playing in the background. I noticed he was sitting in the drivers' seat so I walked around to the passenger side, sat down, and clicked my seatbelt in. He slid out of the driveway and took a right; heading to the Cullens house. It was quiet for a few minutes and then Charlie broke the silence.

"So, you nervous?" I was nervous, but I wasn't about to mention that to him-there was no need for him to be worrying about me-.

"There is nothing to be nervous about. The only thing I'm worried about is you." It was true. I didn't want Charlie to have to live off eggs and frozen food for the rest of his life. I would be moving away some time or another. Who would take care of him? Mom had Phil but Charlie didn't have anyone.

"Oh, I'll be fine. We were talking about you, soon you will be Bella Cullen," he said. I still didn't believe him, but I thought about what he said. I would be Bella Cullen-the name sent shivers along my back and I shuddered-. Would things be different? Would he be different? Hopefully, not I told myself. Marriage only means commitment and I'm already fully committed to Edward. Still, I thought about it. Mom and Phil were already waiting at the Cullens house, probably getting stuff set up. The last time I'd seen the Cullens was at their house two week's ago-right after graduation-. Alice had told them about the wedding-she had seen it beforehand-. All of them showed there excitement, even Rosalie-although, it was a little subtle-. I realized they hadn't had a wedding besides Emmett and Rosalie (multiple times) -the last one taking place sometime in 2000-. I didn't know the truck had stopped until Charlie was opening the door. I jumped outside and walked up the path to the door. Before I could even knock, Alice was there, her butterscotch eyes lighting up. Mom, Phil, and Jasper were standing behind her.

"Bella!" she exclaimed, pecking me on the cheeks, her smile breathtaking.

"Come on, we have so much to do!" I ran inside to follow her hugging Mom and Phill before running up the stairs.

"So much to do like what?" I asked.

"Silly Bella, we have to get you in a dress, do your make up, get the shoes, hair styling, and so much more before Edward comes," she trilled. Oh no, I thought. I had totally forgotten about the clothes, I was too busy thinking ahead to remember that I had to get all dressed up. I really hoped Alice hadn't gone overboard with this, but as I stepped into her room I knew she had. The dress was amazing. It was pure white satin with long sleeves and a silky top. It flowed out to the bottom where it ruffled together in pretty lines. The dress looked more like something a runway model would wear-something that Rosalie would wear-. It didn't look like I could manage to pull it off.

"Alice, why…" I groaned, but she cut me off.

"I know Edward said you didn't want anything to expensive so I had Esme sew this. The fabrics weren't that costly. I really hope you like it." She smiled.

"You…I mean, Esme…sewed…the…d-dress?" I stammered. How could someone sew this? I mean, I knew that a good tailor could, but I'd never seen Esme sew. Well, she probably could do a lot of things that I didn't know.

"She is the quickest with her hands and it is your wedding. I didn't want to make you mad," she said. I was silent for a few minutes.

"If you don't like it I could run out and buy one in Seattle or have Esme…"

"No!" I exclaimed. "I love it, don't buy anything! I just can't believe Esme actually sewed this. It's…gorgeous." She smiled, her small pixie face lighting up.

"Oh, well, in that case, I'm glad you like it. Now, let's see how it looks on you." She held up the dress and gave it to me. I took off my clothes and slid into it carefully, afraid it might break at any second. Alice came behind me and zipped up the back. She wheeled me in front of the mirror and sighed.

"It looks so good on you Bella." I looked up. I was surprised it did. The dress clung to my waist delicately, matching my curves and flowing out beneath me. It pooled out around my feet, long enough to look pretty but not trip me-I hoped.

"Wow, Esme did a great job," I said.

"It wasn't Esme, it was you. This dress wouldn't look half as good on anyone else-not even Rosalie," she stated. I blushed maybe this whole thing wouldn't turn out so bad-I might be able to walk down the hall without tripping and breaking my arm-.

Over the next hour, Alice fiddled around with my hair and makeups, not letting me look at my reflection until she was finished.

"There," she said, lacing up my shoes. "All done. Now, you can look." She backed away and I stared at the face looking back at me. My hair was piled up in an elegant bun, one strand pulled loose and curled down my face. My eyes were dusted with a light, glistening sliver, my lashes curled upward. There was a light red shadow brushed across my cheeks. My lips were a dark blood red, bringing out the color in my pale figure. All together I looked, sort of…pretty.

"Wow Alice, you did a really good job," I exclaimed. Her face shined and she grinned.

"Thank you! I haven't really done this in a while. But I must say, it does look good." She beamed. "And now, for the last touch." She draped a long veil over my head and pulled it back over so I could see.

"I'll be holding this in the back and Rosalie will be the, well, flower girl, if you want to call her that," she told me.

"I can sense Edward; he's waiting for you downstairs. Go and show off my work!" The thought of Edward made my stomach flutter. I walked down the hall and slowly went down the steps. I saw Edward at the foot of the stairs; he looked up and froze. I stared at him, feeling the heat rise in my face. He…he was so…angelic. The black tux made his face look crystal clear-like a glass sculpture-. It didn't seem real, him staring at me as I walked down. He was to…perfect. I stepped down into his arms and he crushed me against him, covering his cold lips over mine. There was so much passion and hope in that one kiss that I slowly felt my mind slipping away, with no good or bad, no reality…just me and Edward. It ended after what seemed like eternity and he pulled away slightly and murmmered in my ear.

"You look so…lovely." I sighed, my mind jumbled. He squeezed my hand, his arm sliding up my back, and we walked out the door. Now, I thought, time for the wedding.