This starts right at the beginning of the Wedding. It's my first story so tell me how I do!

Enjoy!

Stephenie Meyer credited for everything hers.

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"It's my turn," Alice chimed, "count to five and follow me."

My whole body is shaking, my hands are cold and sweaty, then the music starts, my heart skips a beat. Alice turns to me one last time with a deep gaze full of comfort, and I know everything is going to be ok. Alice starts dancing down the stairs to the familiar music and I know I would be soon to follow.

"Don't let me fall, dad." I whisper and Charlie secures his arm with mine and replies in a quick, low murmur, "I know I've given you two a hard time Bells, but I know you two are meant for each other." At that my eyes burn with tears, but I hold them back, I know Alice would kill me if I ruined my make-up.

My eyes are on my feet the entire time we descend the staircase, because I know my clumsiness would ruin a perfect moment such as this. When I finally tear my eyes from the floor I am taken aback by the transformation of the Cullen's living room. What was once a beautiful, pale room is now displaying the faces of everyone who holds a place in my heart surrounded by a canopy of ivory. As I scan the crowd of familiar faces I see my best friend sporting the best Jacob smile, and I can't help but smile back because everything at this moment is in the right place.

One more quick glance and I am ready to see the one face that matters to me the most. My eyes meet his and suddenly all my agitation towards marriage vanishes. His butterscotch eyes burn into mine and light up as a triumphant smile becomes permanently etched into his angelic face.

After finally reaching the end of the aisle Charlie carefully places my hands into Edwards. We were hoping that we wouldn't regret having Emmett as our minister, but as of this moment he couldn't embarrass me even if he tried. As I stare into Edwards eyes everything around me melts away and all I can think about is finally being with Edward, in more ways than one.

It was time to say the binding words that have been said for centuries and as I swallow against the lump in my throat I say, "I do."

"I do." Edward promises slightly before Emmett could finish his sentence.

Emmett declares us husband and wife and Edward places his cool hands just below my jaw line and his lips meet mine. By instinct my arms move up and around his neck hoping this moment will last forever. His hands trail down my sides and around the small of my back pulling me closer into him. He gently eases me off the floor and I'm suspended for just a moment until Emmett clears his throat.

"You two will have plenty time for this later, let's get this party started!"

I feel my cheeks burn scarlet and I dip my head into Edwards shoulder and feel the vibrations of a small laugh. He positions us toward the crowd and an explosion of applause breaks out throughout the room.

Jacob's arms are the first to find me and once again I am suspended in the air.

"Can't….Breathe!" I gasp.

He loosens his grip, but he doesn't let me down.

"You should really be Mrs. Black right now, but I guess Mrs. Cullen fits too. Be nice to Edward, it's not his fault the better man lost," Jacob teased.

"Jacob," I growled.

"Oh, he knows I'm just kidding."

"I'll save a dance for you."

"Sure, sure. Whatever." Jacob says with a smile and sets me back down.

I'm passed from person to person, unaware of which 'congratulations' belongs to whom, only aware of the hand in mine, that now belongs to me forever.