A/N: I don't own twilight. Thanks oh great Stephenie Meyer for creating such a wondrous book!

Bella POV

"Alice," I whined. "Must I have a huge wedding? Edward promised me Vegas, and you know I picked the formal wedding for you. Can't I at least make the guest list?"

I knew I didn't want to hurt Alice's feelings, but seriously, 300 people? The thought made me sick as we stood on the Cullen's front porch. Edward stood at my side, his stone arm wrapped around my waist as Alice bounced in front of me.

"Please Bella? Rosalie never let me plan any of her and Emmett's weddings. I only get one chance to plan a human wedding. You're all I have!" My confidence was shot by Alice's pathetic puppy-dog face.

"Bella, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. This is your day." Edward's grip on me tightened as he whispered in my ear – sending chills down my spine.

"Shut up Edward! You don't know anything. She'll regret this someday. It may take a hundred years, but it will happen."

Despite the current argument I found myself smiling. Alice's nonchalant use of "a hundred" years was a beautiful statement. I would be with Edward for a hundred years, for forever. For eternity. I was pulled out of my revere by Alice's squeal and the front door slamming.

Edward was gone and Alice was sitting on the porch steps. I looked at her confused as she deliberately looked away from me.

"Alice what-"

"Do whatever you want Bella. I'm through with this," a pout replaced her usual smile as she crossed her arms and turned away. I could tell this was going to be hard.

"Alice, please, can we shorten the guest list? I just want family to be there."

In a shorter time than I thought possible for vampires even, Alice was up and bouncing.

"Oh Bella! You've changed your mind. Earlier you scared me, with that nonsense of just Edward, you, and myself. Thank you so much!" With that she bounded off into the house – after planting a kiss on my cheek – leaving the front door open, to reveal Edward, leaning against the door frame.

"You could've just made it us three you know. You could've made it me and you if that's what you wished for." His golden eyes burned into me, trying to read my thoughts. Soon I couldn't concentrate, leaving impatient Edward aggravated.

"Bella, you know what silence does to me." He took my hand and we walked to his shiny silver Volvo to head back to my house. Charlie's set curfew always seemed to come earlier each night.

"I know I can have it however I want. But I do have to spend eternity with Alice, as well as you. So I figure why not please her. I mean, 8 people compared to 300 is a huge difference, I thought I'd have a better chance at moving a mountain then changing her mind."

Edward got into the drivers seat – leaned over – and kissed my forehead. "You are amazing."

I felt my face get hot and looked down at my hands. "Thanks," I mumbled.

Edward's velvet laugh echoed through the car. "Let's get you home."

Bella's room 3 a.m.

Edward POV

Bella's even breath sounded in her tiny room. I watched as her chest slowly rose and fell. A light flush colored her cheeks. I was currently amusing myself by messing with Bella's pulse. It pleased me to hear it speed up at my touch.

The blood ran calm and even now. I scooted closer to her body and slid my fingers softly down the side of Bella's cheek, listening to her pulse speed up rapidly, laughing quietly.

Sometimes, I could even get her to blush in her sleep. I would miss these nights. The nights she was human. But I looked forward to the night after our wedding. I planned to change her the second I fulfilled my promise to her.

"I do." Bella spoke as clear as if we'd been having a conversation.

If I could have, I knew my own pulse would have raced.

At night Bella couldn't hold back her thoughts. They spilled out. For the last week she'd been quoting me wedding nonsense. But this was the first 'I do.' I couldn't have been happier.

I honestly didn't care how the wedding went. We could have been surrounded by one million people or 2 and I would have been satisfied. I wanted my claim on Bella. I wanted my love to be mine. To be Mrs. Edward Cullen.

"Mrs. Edward Cullen." As if she heard my own thoughts, Bella spoke them.

I couldn't help smiling.

"I love you."

I whispered in her ear and pulled her closer to me – enclosing her in my arms – never letting her go.

And the countdown began. To our wedding. To our life. To our eternity.

One week and 6 days.

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