Disclaimer: So very sadly, I do NOT own Twilight (grrr), any of the characters (although owning Edward would be nice:P) or anything that came from Stephenie Meyer's awesome imagination :D (Just to forewarn you all…I don't know what people say at weddings but I think I got the just of it. Anyway. Enjoy :D)
This was it. I was going to get married. I drew a slow and ragged breath, hardly believing the time was fast approaching.
"You'll be fine," Alice crooned to me while parking outside the church, making me wonder if she had developed another super power, one that coincidentally shared my fiancé.
I remained silent, knowing that if I tried to speak I wouldn't get very far before breaking down into nervous sobs.
Once having turned and taken the key out of her Porsche's ignition, she turned towards me, and out of the corner of my eye I noticed she had a very determined expression engraved onto her perfect, angular features.
"Bella. We've been sitting here for the past five minutes. You can't not leave. Not with seven vampires waiting for you. I think," she paused, then her eyes glazed over as they unfocused. "Change that, I know each and everyone of us would be glad to pull you out of here, drag you to the door, down the aisle, up to your fiancé, back down the aisle, outside into another car, into another door and sit you down on a chair while the reception follows through as planned. You wouldn't want that, would you?" She spoke so fast I had barely caught the brim of what she was trying to get me to understand.
Slowly, I turned to face her, not quite sure of how I was going to manage persuading Alice, of all vampires, to see my side of the story and get her to stay here with me while we wait for the church to empty.
"But it's such a nice day outside, I don't want to spend it inside a building." She glared at me in only a way Alice could.
"It's. Raining. Outside," she replied unemotionally. I through her a smile, glad I had a backup.
"But it's raining less than usual," I answered, already basking in the triumph all the while trying to keep the conversation going to get her mind off the wedding. My wedding.
Still glaring at me, she blew out a sigh of frustration.
"I didn't think it was this bad," she began. My mind started going on overdrive. What could possibly be so bad to get Alice's spirits down?
"I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to personally beat Edward up for boring you. Honestly, counting raindrops? I thought he had an ounce of creativity in him."
"No, no, no, no! He's great, he's super creative, too creative, really!" I blurted out, starting to ramble. Anything to get her off his back.
"Then let's go," she whispered, an evil grin playing on her face. Not bothering for my answer, she was by my passenger side of the door in a millisecond and, as she had actually suggested doing, scooped me up into her cold, stone arms.
Before I had time to realise what she was doing, I was under a roof in the main entrance of the church. Without a single raindrop on either of us, she whispered into my ear.
"I really, really don't want to carry you down the aisle, so could please try to behave?" She pulled back, an innocent smile now playing on her lips.
We stared at each other for a moment. My arms and legs started to shake. In my mind, I knew I had no hope of walking down without tripping and falling onto my face. Especially not when my legs had as much balance as twenty-meter high stilts.
"Bella, you'll be fine," she repeated.
"Are you a hundred percent sure?" I asked, hoping that she saw a perfect, flawless wedding with a perfect, flawless bride and groom.
Her brows knitted together as she stared into the wall behind me. Her eyes became clear when they locked with mine.
"I…" She rearranged her features, making them once more perfect, then kept on. "Everything will be fine," she replied, her voice without an ounce of indecision.
"Bella…you look…beautiful," someone behind me stuttered.
"Dad!" I half yelled, over excited. I hobbled to him in my high heals, my feet already growing sore in the uncomfortable position for too long, and hugged him close to me. I pulled back to see him with a radiant smile on his face. I was so glad he had taken the whole wedding idea well.
Behind me, I heard someone start playing the infamous wedding march.
"Break a leg!" I heard Alice whisper rather loudly as she placed herself directly behind me in front of my bridesmaids as the made of honour. Rosalie, Jessica and Angela all encouraged me with their radiant smiles. Jessica and Angela looked fantastic, but no one compared to Rosalie.
After seeing Charlie's expression, Alice explained herself.
"Well… Not again of course. It was a figure of speech," Alice mumbled as I began to walk forward. I began to laugh at the idea, my previous nerves now somehow replaced with confidence and happiness at the thought of tumbling down the aisle but being caught by one of the vampires behind me before anyone mortal in the room noticed. That is, other than me, of course.
I froze not two steps later, gasping for air. At the other end of the room stood Edward. And he was..well..Edward. His black suit was a contrast between his pale skin and he looked amazing, as always. His hair was spiked, gelled up into his usual, messy style.
At first, the expression on his face caught me off guard. Judging from his expression and recounting only seeing it once before, I realised just how delectable I must look to him.
"Bella. You can stare at him whenever you want. Just not now. You're holding up the wedding," Alice whispered very fast behind me. Rosalie started laughing softly having been the only other person to hear besides me. Charlie just looked slightly confused and I wondered if he was thinking that I was having second thoughts.
"Sorry," I mumbled while forcing myself to look down, my vision then filled with the light blue chiffon of my dress.
"Don't look down either, Bella! Are you embarrassed that you're getting married to him?" She continued, just counting off things I wasn't doing right. Clearly, Charlie's age had caught up with him. I didn't think he had a clue anyone within an arms reach were having a conversation.
"No," I mumbled incoherently, now forcing myself to do the opposite of what I had just forced myself to do. Once having looked up, I could see that Edward was laughing softly just as Rosalie had done moments before.
In fact, it seemed to me that all the vampires here had heard Alice and me squabble at each other like an old married couple. Each and every one of them was laughing, their shoulders shaking slightly. Emmett laughed the hardest though, his voice blasting away the music from the organ.
"You look like an idiot." I heard Rosalie growl behind me, her voice barely audible. The moment she finished her comment, Emmett shut up, his face now perfectly still other then the smile which I knew was just barely containing his laughter. My dad just kept looking forward, having completely missed everything that had been said.
Emmett stood between Jasper and Edward while Ben, Angela's boyfriend, stood beside Jasper. Only from Emmett's constant questions about whom Edward's best man was to be did Edward let him have that title. He was almost as ecstatic as Alice after hearing the news.
Once having arrived at the end of the aisle, Charlie turned towards me, looking like the proud father I hoped he would be. He kissed me on the cheek then sat himself on the same bench as my mother, Renee, just a couple feet away.
I turned around to look my fiancé in the face. Big mistake.
"Breath, just…breath, Bella," Edward whispered as he grabbed my hands in his own.
The whole ceremony passed without my notice. Edwards scorching eyes held mine, dazzling me to no end, leaving me hopeless when it came to hearing anything anyone said at the moment.
"Bella?" He whispered. I felt my brow fold in confusion. What did he have to tell me? Couldn't it wait, he had to see I was busy!
"You vows," he finished.
My face flushed as I closed my eyes momentarily. How embarrassing. Everyone at the ceremony must think I'm a complete and utter moron.
"Do you, Isabella Marie Swan, take Edward Anthony Mason Cullen to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The priest, an old man with a long beard began, his voice slightly annoyed.
"I do."
"And do you, Edward Anthony Mason Cullen take Isabella Marie Swan to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The priest repeated.
"I do." Edward answered, his crooked smile just glowing on his perfect face.
"You may kiss the bride," the priest finally concluded.
Once again, I felt my face flush. I couldn't recount having kissed Edward, let alone any guy, in public. Only in front of vampires. He leaned in and kissed me on the lips. His lips were soft on mine yet I could tell he was retraining himself from being overly passionate. His hands had wrapped themselves around my waist and mine around his neck.
The moment I heard Emmett start laughing when Alice softly coughed, Edward and me pulled back immediately but still held one another's gaze. He looked ecstatic and proud. He was too handsome for his own good.
We headed towards the doors that led outside, the groomsmen and bridesmaids following behind, arm in arm as Edward and me with their significant other.
"I love you, Bella Cullen. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he whispered, his musical and velvet voice speaking to me softly before opening the passenger side door of his special occasion car, a Vanquish. I sat down, then realised the light blue chiffon of my dress would not fit inside the car unless I had help.
Wordlessly, as though Edward had read my thoughts, he picked me up into his arms, folding the chiffon under me with his hands. Before putting me down, he kissed me once more, and, although this time all the walls went down between us, I didn't have a single problem with that fact. He now let his previously restrained passion seep through as I kissed him back just as passionately.
His lips went down my neck just when I was about to go under. He laughed like he had done during the conversation Alice and me had shared, his lips never leaving my skin.
He pulled back once I had regained my breath and kissed me once more on the lips.
"Let's go. People will start wondering what all the hold-up is," he said while laying me back down softly onto the seat, raising his eyebrows up and down really fast as though to imply something.
"Oh," I began. "I see your point…although I don't see anything wrong with it." I finished awkwardly as he was, much too quickly, already seated beside me with the car's engine purring gently.
"Neither do I."