This is the sequel to my first story, The Dreaded Deed (when Bella tells her parents about her engagement), but it can stand on its own as well.

This story is goes from few days before the wedding till a few days afterwards. There is nothing too smutty, go read something else if you want hot, steamy, sex scenes. :P

I've decided that I'm really just writing this for my own enjoyment, so I don't really care if anyone doesn't like it. lol It's going to take me a while to finish it because I'm a perfectionist and I go back and change each chapter like 8 times until it's bearable. I'm not completely happy with it at the moment, but I will be improving it as time goes on.

Disclaimer: I don't have any rights to the Twilight characters, I only dream I do.

I woke up slowly; my dream had been a good one and I savoured the memory. The details of the dream were fuzzy, I knew only that Edward had starred in it. This thought made me smile and I felt someone kiss my lips. I opened my eyes to find Edward lying on my bed next to me, his face inches from my own. He had one arm bent, holding up his head. The other hand was gently outlining the shape of my cheekbone. I awkwardly wiggled and made my way over to him, so that were were lying right next to eachother.

"Good morning Sleeping Beauty." His cool breath blew over my face as he spoke.

"Mmmmmm." I closed my eyes again. I didn't feel like talking, I was too sleepy.

Edward moved and I opened my eyes, afraid he was going to get up, but he was just rearranging the covers over me.

"Do you realize what day it is tomorrow, love?"

"Huh?" I knew he had just asked me a question, but my brain wasn't awake enough to comprehend what he was saying.

"Tomorrow, do you realize what is special about tomorrow?" I tried to remember what I needed to know about tomorrow, but I came up blank.

He chuckled, "Tomorrow's our wedding."

Oh, right. I should have known that. I looked at Edward to see if he was disappointed but he just looked amused. "Go have you're human moment, I can see you aren't ready for sensible conversation yet."

I nodded and slowly rolled out of bed. I grabbed my bag of toiletries before making my way to the washroom.

Ten minutes and a hot shower later, I felt much better, good enough to formulate a complete sentence on my own.

"So, what shall we do today?" I sat down next to Edward and he pulled me into his lap. "It's our last day as just fiancées, let's do something special."

Edward gently kissed my ear before pausing to speak, "I'll be happy as long as I'm with you, though I do believe yourself, Alice and your mother have an appointment with a manicurist later this afternoon." I wrinkled my nose, I really didn't like having my nails painted, but if it made Alice happy, I'd do it. "Oh yes," he continued, "and tonight Alice has planned a bachalorette party for you. Alice wanted to surprise you, but I managed to convince her otherwise."

I froze in panic. Oh no, this could not be happening. I really did not want a party; I want to spend tonight with Edward. There had to be a way out of the party. I would to talk to Alice about it this afternoon, during the manicure.

"Emmett has planned a party for me as well, so my hopes of spending the evening of you have been destroyed." Great. Way to ruin my last day of freedom.

He picked me up then and took me downstairs so I could eat. Charlie had left early for work. Edward sat down in his usual chair in the kitched as he watched me prepare my breakfast. I made myself a bowl of cereal, as usual.

As I ate, we talked. Edward came up with the idea to go to a beach a few miles down the road and spend our last few hours of freedom relaxing together. I agreed quickly.

It was a warm day out, but the wind off the ocean would be cool, so I went to grab a jacket. I was on my way out when I noticed the note next to the phone. It was from Charlie.

Bells,

Jacob phoned yesterday when you were out. Could you give him a call? He sounded upset.

Have fun at the party tonight,

Dad

I stopped in my tracks, why would Jacob be phoning me? I hadn't spoken to Jacob since after the fight last June. I heard he went away. Why had he come back now? I thought it over as I walked to the car.

I slipped in next to Edward, and did up my seatbelt, still distracted by the note.

"Bella? Is everything okay?" Edward could see something wasn't right immediately. He turned to me, his expression worried.

"Nothing, just a reminder my dad left." I looked away, not meeting his eyes. I didn't know why I wasn't telling Edward about the note.

"Hmm…" He didn't believe me, but he didn't push me.

I stared out the window as we drove. There was a pop CD playing and I bounced along with it, but really I was thinking about the note. I decided when we got home, before going off to get a manicure I would call Jacob.

We had a wonderful morning at a beach. It was out of the way, so we didn't have to worry about being interrupted. We talked mostly, or just sat there in silence, enjoying each others company. It had turned hot and I didn't need my jacket, even thought I was sitting next to Edward. His ice cold skin felt nice, it kept me from overheating. There wasn't a lot of sun, but I was used to the dreary Forks weather by now.

I looked down at my hands folded neatly in my lap. My engagement ring was there, shiny and sparkling in the light. On my wrist was my charm bracelet. I lifted my hand and watched the charms swing. The diamond heart sent rainbows dancing across Edward's and my shirts and I watched the rainbows, fascinated. Opposite was the wooden wolf. It made me think of the note, so I let my hand drop and I looked away, sighing.

All too soon, we had to go back. We stopped at my house to pick up my purse and change my socks because I had managed to somehow slip into a tidal pool in the one second Edward had let go of me.

I was worried about calling Jacob. I figured it would be best to tell Edward the truth, so I showed him the note. His face went blank, showing no emotion, but he nodded, so I dialled the number.

Edward came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me protectively. As I waited for Jake to answer, I worried. I didn't really want a phone call from Jake right now. Everything was going so well, and I didn't need any more stress tomorrow, on my wedding day.

"Hello?" A tired voice answered.

"Hey Jake. You rang-o-tang?" It was a lame shot at humour, and I'm sure he saw right through it.

"Is he around?" he questioned, his voice suddenly hard, full of hate and anger.

"Of course." His arms were tense around my waist. I snuggled closer to him.

"That figures. It doesn't matter anyways if he hears this... Bella, you can't marry him tomorrow."

Ok so, I'm not completely happy with this chapter, but the story gets better, I promise.