Meara- fan fiction

1-Matrimony

As I walked down the aisle- Carlisle on my left- I looked at my over the top wedding. I knew it would be this way. I don't need to be a mind reader when Alice is planning a party. It was beautiful, though. I cringed at the thought of how much money was put into it.

I glanced back to my destination- Edward. To his left was his best man, Emmett. Standing closely behind him was Jasper. They all looked extremely handsome in their black, James Bond suits. But Edward was indescribable. His hair was, as always, tousled to perfection. He looked nervous, but overwhelmed with joy. We locked eyes for a moment, before I turned my head and blushed.

Alice was my maid-of-honor. She had found the perfect bridesmaid dresses- light blue, tee-length dresses with small sequins along the bottom, which matched the sparkles of my almost-family-in-law. Rosalie was my other bridesmaid. She looked as beautiful as well. Did anyone not tell her that today was supposed to my day?

Carlisle handed me over to Edward, and I realized we had made it to the altar. Esme, who had taken a quick "course", was being our honorary judge-pastor thing. She started reading the sermon she had put together. I didn't pay attention, though. I had become lost in Edward's eyes, which became somewhat urgent.

"Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do." I responded, still trying to read what Edward was hearing.

"And do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do." He responded, the puzzling look gone from his eyes. He looked cheerful, and looked at me, trying to read my face. He looked so in love I didn't realize he had slid his mother's wedding ring onto my finger.

Esme smiled. "You may now kiss the bride."

Edward gave me the crooked little smile that makes me swoon, and then leaned forward. I stood on the tips of my toes, trying to get to his lips faster. The faster they got to my mouth, the faster they could get to my neck.

His lips finally met mine, and all thoughts vanished. I grabbed his hair, scrunching it in my fingers. His hands sunk down to my waist. I would have feared he was losing his control, but my mind wasn't working again. I heard Emmett mock us. That was enough for Edward.

He pulled away, looking deeply into my eyes. I tried to get my lips back to his, but he put his hands on my shoulders, forcing me down. "We will have enough time for that later, love. First, we have a wedding 

reception to attend to." He started to walk down the aisle, but just before we stepped off the platform, he bent down and whispered into my ear, "Mrs. Cullen."

We got back to the Cullen's home, where Alice had set up a beautiful party. There was a huge, circular table for us all to sit. There were place cards at each seat. In the center was a beautiful ice sculpture of me and Edward. The sculpture put Edward to shame, though. It didn't even come close to being as perfect as my husband. Ugh. I could see Renee glaring at me, and Charlie coming at Edward with his never-before-used police gun.

On my plate was a little wedding cake. Big enough for me and Edward to do the ceremonial cutting of the cake, but small enough for just me, since I would be the only one eating it. The evening was nice. There was dancing, slow dancing, and Alice showing off.

During the song "Cupid Shuffle", Alice made the announcement that it was time to open the presents. Edward grimaced, but agreed, because I didn't know what the presents were yet. Alice ran up and down the stairs before I could sit down, carrying three boxes, two envelopes, and a bag.

I decided it best to get the bag out of the way, since it was solitary. I pulled out the tissue paper, and found a little box inside. I opened the box, not recognizing the words on it, and revealed a cell phone. Not just any cell phone, an iPhone. I stared at it in shock, when the others started pulling theirs out of their pockets.

Alice, seeing my reaction, said," We all needed new cell phones, because the little ones were too old."

I stared at her in disbelief. "They were only a year old!" I objected.

"Exactly," she smiled," too old. Besides, now you can listen to music, text, call someone, and be able to have access to the internet wherever you are."

I decided to stop arguing, and moved on to the next gift. I picked the gold envelope, and went to tear it open. Before I could do anything, Edward handed me a letter opener. "Just to be safe," he explained.

I took the opener, and slid open the envelope. Inside were two tickets to London. I was overwhelmed, and turned to thank Alice. She suddenly saw what I was about to do, and shook her head. I sent her a puzzled look, and she pointed to Rosalie. I was stunned.

"You need to go on a honeymoon," Rosalie explained sheepishly," and London is very rainy and dreary, so Edward could go outside, and sightseeing with you."

I thanked her, still astonished. I opened the next envelope, this one silver. Inside was a Master Card. This one didn't take long for me to understand. They have money. They want me to spend it. I was reluctant to the fact that it involved money, but didn't want to be rude.

The first package I opened was very large. I opened it, and inside sat a house. Well, not a house, but a model of a house. It was beautiful. Two stories, the house had a large window going down the front. It had a little balcony on the side, exactly like the one in Romeo and Juliet. The back was all glass, just like 

the Cullens'. It was the most beautiful house I had ever seen. I looked up at the Cullens, wondering why they gave me a model of a house.

"It's yours." That was all it took. Esme looked at me with loving eyes, showing me that it really was my house. They loved us so much that, as a wedding present, they bought a house that looked like a million dollars. I wasn't going to ask how much it was, because I was already on the edge of consciousness.

The next package was small. Very small, like a box you would put a ring in. I opened it with curiosity. Inside, was a small key. They all told me to just hang onto in, and that they would give me what it went to later.

The last package was a picture frame. It was silver, with a black outer edging. Inside was a photo of me with Edward. It was the picture that I had Charlie take of us with my new camera. Edward looked very unhappy that day. Alice said that they will replace the picture with a wedding one as soon as they get printed. I told her no, that I wanted that picture. It would remind me of the pain I felt after he left. And it would tell me that I would never have to feel it again, for the rest of eternity.

Alice declared it was time for me to throw the bouquet. I guessed it would be to see who gets to have the next re-marriage. I climbed to the top of the stairs in my wedding dress and heels, trying not to fall. I made it to the top, and Alice and Rosalie were waiting at the bottom. They were looking eager to catch it, but the guys were standing a few feet off snickering. Alice shot them an evil glare, and turned back to me. I threw it over my head. Of course, Rosalie caught it. She was already talking with Emmett about their next wedding.

Alice, sad about not winning the flowers, decided to show me what the key was to. Everyone led me outside. I opened my eyes, and, right in front of me, was a car. Not just any car, but an electric blue 2008 Ford Focus. I stared, my mouth hanging open. Alice jumped in front of me, dancing around.

"Do you love it?"

I couldn't get out an answer.

"It gets 35 miles per gallon. And it has Sync. And it has six airbags- not that those are important to us, we just want to keep you safe while you can still hurt yourself. And we didn't know what color to pick so-"

"I told them my favorite color is blue." Edward finished for her. He smiled that crooked smile, and made me love the car that much more. "Let's go, love. We have to go to the airport to catch our flight."

We hopped in the car, waved good bye, and drove away. I was twisting my wedding ring. I was going over my long day, when I remembered something. I turned to Edward, my face very serious. He looked at me, concerned.

"What's wrong?" he asked, a puzzled look on his face.

"During the wedding," I whispered," You heard something. You looked very concerned. What did you hear?"



"I didn't hear anything; well, not anything upsetting."

"But you must have. Or," I realized what happened," what did Alice see?"

"Nothing." His face suddenly became very grave.

"What?" I was becoming scared. He looked at the road, trying to ignore me. "Edward Cullen, what did your sister see?!"

He looked straight ahead. He finally sighed, and said," The Volturi."