Welcome to Forever and For Always - the story of Nessie and Jake's wedding. I'm a bit behind schedule and stuck on this one, as I keep descending into a pit of giggles every time I start a real lemon for Jake and Nessie. I've spent so long defending their intentions as pure, that I'm finding it bumpy going. But I'm not, and I repeat not, going to leave everyone hanging. If you write a wedding, and a honeymoon, there has to be a wedding night. Skipping it is for wimps. So for now, I'm putting up everything else I have on this story and trying to settle myself down. Thanks for reading along, please leave a review. I'd love to read it!

Nessie's Voice

What happens when all your dreams come true? When you've won the fight, and paid the price, where do you go from there?

On into the perfect forever I'd gained for us, I decided. That would begin with a wedding, continue with a birth, then who knew?

Jake and I snuggled on our favorite couch, murmuring to each other, and nuzzling. Rather unfortunately, we were doing so in the midst of a fairly sizable audience. Some were giggling and planning, others glaring.

The former category was headed up by our fathers. Not a werewolf himself, but a descendant of generations of wolves, even Jake's father Billy was complaining of the smell and wondering loudly about a gas mask. I had finally gotten aggravated enough at all the complaining that I separated all of the assorted guests. Vampires and werewolves were each sent to a separate end of one of the castle's many guest wings. A "neutral" zone was declared in the middle. Air filters were scattered throughout the meeting rooms and sitting areas as an attempt to keep everyone comfortable.

Trying to keep things simple, I insisted that the wedding be held at the chapel Marcus had devoted to his slain wife, Didyme, instead of the cathedrals Mom and Aunt Alice were eying. Thinking of their plans, I couldn't repress a tiny shudder. Eight hundred guests, a ten course feast for the werewolves, an open animal blood bar with at least fifty species for the vampires, and a wedding gown with a train as long as a cathedral aisle just weren't going to happen. Unfortunately, I had the sinking feeling that my repeat requests for simple, tasteful, restrained weren't going to happen either.

The wedding had turned into a monster. Matters weren't helped by the numbers of guests pouring in to Volterra who, upon hearing about the wedding, expected to be invited. Word of Aro's and Caius' destruction had spread. A general call went out for vampires who wanted a voice in the new representation of the vampire world. So far, fifty three nomads and coven members had arrived. More were arriving every day.

Jake felt my shudder. "Vegas?," he murmured.

I turned my head as if cradling into his shoulder and breathed, "They're having fun. Really, it doesn't matter as long as you're there."

He shrugged, going along with whatever made me happy. Naturally, he didn't seem particularly bothered by any of it. He wasn't the one being made into a living doll. Mom, of all people, suggested we needed to shop for a gown for me and something better for me to wear than the Renaissance Faire rejects I had been stuck with. I had to agree. Even though some of the Guard uniforms would fit me, I still could never bring myself to wear one. Nothing anyone else had brought would fit me.

I looked down at my growing bump. You would think I was carrying twins. But my dream was of one baby girl. Most of what I had been seeing and dreaming had come true, so I was quite certain I was right.

Dad's eyes widened. Having my shield down for once, he caught when I was wondering about more than one baby. You could see from his face he was listening to something very hard. After a few minutes his face relaxed. He rested a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "The child's thoughts are still somewhat primitive, but it seems to be only one."

"Seems?," I asked.

He shook his head. "Your daughter may be quite a bit like your mother. I have a rather difficult time hearing her thoughts."

I grinned. "Looks like you'll have a hard time of it if you ever get a chance at babysitting, Grandpa. You won't be infallible about any brewing trouble."

Dad winced. "Grandpa. That still sounds odd."

"If you think that sounds odd, what about Great Grandfather?," Grandpa Carlisle added.

Jake snorted. "This family is going to need a flowchart for its family tree pretty soon."

Dad shook his head. Then he whipped around to look at Aunt Alice. "Why are you suddenly translating the national anthem backwards into Latin?"

Aunt Alice said a little too casually, "Oh, no reason." She looked at Jake and I who had moved on to kissing with a bit more heat than was comfortable in a room that was overflowing with people. "I just need to steal the bride for a while. If the lovebirds can come up for air, that is."

Mom chuckled. "And I thought your father and I were bad." She reached out and whacked me on the shoulder. When I didn't move except to lean into Jake further she cleared her throat and raised her voice. "Jacob Ephraim Black and Renesmee Carlie Cullen if you don't cool it right now, I'm going to get the fire extinguisher."

That finally got our attention. Jake and I both leaned back but our locked gazes would have lit anything between us on fire. Hoots, applause, and cries of "get a room" echoed around the room. I looked up, blushing crimson to the roots of my hair.

Jake took my hand. "Never mind them, they just wish they'd imprinted on someone half as cool."

I giggled. We started leaning in again, but Mom caught my elbow and hauled me to my feet.

"Alright, alright, that's enough. A storm is rolling through and we have more than a bit to do. We're burning time without daylight."

When she saw my wistful look at Jake, she said, "He'll still be here when you get back. Probably moping on that same couch."