-1##Wedding Event of the Season

Ah, you crazy kids, since my last Twilight story was viewed so much I decided to try again with a sequel to Numb. Unlike that story this one will be told mostly from Jacob's perspective, in the first person present tense, and it's a lot more fluffy. I figured that since I'd basically robbed the both of them of the ability to feel, that it would only be fair to reward them with an over the top wedding, bigger even than the canon Edward/Bella nuptials. So, here ya go, another story using characters I didn't create and that I make no profit from.

I: Proposal

I had to do this just right, nothing could be left to chance, not even the slightest dtail. The problem with that is that planning things is not exactly my strong suit; I'm much more of a 'go with the flow' kind of guy. For the millionth time since I'd decided to do this I wished for the ability to see the future, like Alice used to; maybe if I knew the answer in advance the planning would go easier.

Alice, best not to bring her up. We had done a lot of healing since her death a year ago, but there were times when the mention of either her name, or Nessie's, would cause a faint pain in the eyes of my family and friends. So let's just forget I mentioned her, okay?

First things first. At heart I'm also kind of as old fashioned guy; that means that I need to get permission from the parents to ask someone to marry me. Surprised? What did you think we were talking about, the weather? So now I find myself in a brand new outfit, politely ringing the bell of a door that I normally enter unannounced, shying away from a smell that even after twelve years I can't quite stomach.

Of course it wasn't the same house where my possible future in-laws lived when I first met them. That house was miles away in the woods between Forks and the rez town of La Place back in Washington state. This mansion, these types of people almost always live in mansions, was nestled among the rocky cliffs and foggy moors of Newfoundland Canada. Man, if you thought that the Olympic Peninsula was cloudy, you've never seen this place before… where am I?

Oh, yeah, the lady of the house answers the door, looking pretty surprised. "Jacob? You know you don't have to ring here, you're welcome anytime; besides, Jasper is out hunting with Emmett and Rosalie."

I can feel my cheeks heating up, a blushing Indian is something to see! "That's ok, Mrs. Cullen," I mumble. This all seems so unnatural!, but the formalities need to be observed. "I really came to speak to you and doctor Cullen."

Her lips fold in a suppressed smile, or a laugh, I can't tell which; and I feel her eyes run over me, taking in my careful grooming and fancy new clothes. "I see," by her tone it seems she's decided that what I have to say must be important to allow all this fuss and feathers. "Won't you please come in? I'll get my husband and we can talk."

She leads me to the first floor library then leaves to fetch the good doctor. The room intimidates me; it's huge and the walls are floor to ceiling with fully stocked bookcases with those sliding ladder dealies on them. Antiques are on every surface of every antique desk or table, and old tapestries hang over the windows. How, I can't help but wonder, would I fit into this world? It's true that back home I'm the son of a tribal chief, but Native's aren't usually noted for their wealth. When you get right down to it I barely graduated high school when I decide to chase this family across the continent. Right now I was only a laborer, working at a cabinetmaker's shop in town. I can't help but think of that old Billy Joel song "Uptown Girl."

"Jacob," Dr. Cullen's voice make me jump out of my skin, another old thing ina room full of really old things. I smile nervously and shy away from the thought that he is the oldest of all the things in here, despite looking like a twenty five year old. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"

He's shaking my hand, and I feel the careful restraint of the gesture. He's applying more pressure that he would for a normal person, he knows my own body type can take it, but not the full force he would use with on of his own kind.

Well, time for true confessions; the Cullen's we're normal. I had come to a vampire liar to ask a vampire doctor and his vampire wife for the hand of their vampire son in marriage. Another admission! I wouldn't call myself 'gay,' but I was definitely in love with the Cullen's adoptive son Jasper.

"Well sir," my voice sounds strange even to myself, I'm so afraid. I suppose that being a werewolf is no security when asking a vampire for a favor, since they were bloodsucking leeches after all. Not that this family of bloodsucking leeches fed on people, they were strictly into animals… in the good way. Where does a wolf-kin fit into that? Am I an animal or a person? My mind is wandering again… they're looking at me… clear my throat and start again.

"Well, sir," ok that sounds better, stronger, "it's about Jasper; we've been dating for just about a year now."

"Yes," he smiles a dazzling smile at me, "and we've been very happy to still have you in our family; despite past tragedies." That was putting it lightly, Carlisle Cullen is nothing if not diplomatic, even when referencing the death of his granddaughter, my lost imprinted love Renesmee.

He also, I notice, gives me the opening I so desperately need. "yeah, and I like you guys a lot too. I was just wondering," my eloquence is failing me fast, "if you would allow me to become a more permanent part of the family."

"I was… expecting this, especially after you and Jasper become a couple," Carlisle answers solemnly. "Jacob, I don't think I can… I have no idea what the venom would do to someone with your genetic make-up."

"Whoa! Wait, I'm not asking to…. To be like you," was the old bloodsucker crazy? "I just want to marry him!"

Esme, silent since she sat down with her husband lets out an explosive breathe that she really didn't even need to take. "Jacob, oh Jacob," she reaches out and takes my hand; it's a very encouraging sign that puts my 'speech' back into my head.

"Doctor Cullen, Mrs. Cullen, may I ask for your permission to propose to your son Jasper?" I had carefully picked the words and practiced them so hard that they almost feel nature now. "I promise that he will be loved and respect by myself and my people, his words and ideas honored in our councils. I promise to provide for him as best my poor skills will allow." I admit, I plagiarized a little bit here; some from ancient proposals of my people, and some from the novels I'd read as a kid; still it sounds pretty nice, doesn't it?

Carlisle's eyes, already the bright gold of recent feeding, light up. He smiles another brilliant smile; like I said I'm not gay but there's something about that guys smiles that makes your stomach flutter. "Of course Jacob, it would be an honor to have our son join the Black family line, as it is an equal honor to have a member of that family join our own." It seems that the good doctor had put his time in Washington to good use, that response sounds very close to those I've read about; a chief granting permission to a warrior to marry his daughter.

I can't keep it up any longer, the absurdity and the relief, of the moment makes me laugh and cry a little. They can't hold out either as I am gathered into a four armed hug. I can also hear footsteps, looks like the others are back.

"Wow, you guys are sure in a good mood," Jasper says as he walks in. He can sense and manipulate emotions, y'know, and our happiness must be mixing with the thrill of his hunt. His smile is huge, his eyes almost like little suns, I think he must have taken down one of the local predators.

I pull away from the hug and look up at him. Jasper is easily the most beautiful being on earth. He walks like a hunting cat, sleek and confident, his muscles working together in perfect harmony. He's pale, all vampires are, but it looks good with his blond hair and the yellow eyes of the 'vegetarian' vampire. I'm suddenly very aware of how much I want him, how much I love him. His eyes widen when he feels that wave of love/lust come off of me.

"Of course we are," Esme answers brightly. "Jacob has just given us some very good news."

"Oh?," man that guy can sure cram a lot of meaning into one word. He sits beside me and we both lean into each other, it's a natural response by now. I am always comforted by his shoulder, it seems so strong and permanent, it's been this way since I cried on it after Nessie and Alice's funeral. His skin is still cool, even through his sweater, though new warm blood had taken a bit of the chill off. "What is it?"

I looked at his parents sharply, these vampires were setting me up! This is not the romantic setting I'd wanted, but now I had to tell him, thanks to Esme's, maybe, thoughtless answer. What to do now, any second my nerves will make their way to Jasper, and that won't end well. "Now?" I ask in disbelief.

"Why not," Carlisle shrugs, smiling with a little wink.

I pull away from my boyfriend and fish in my pocket. In the very bottom, of course!, is an old ring. This is not the type of promise ring I'd given to Nessie, but an old scrimshawed whalebone made by my, several times great, uncle; it depicted a wolf, a moon, a tree, and the ocean. Ok, gotta do it right, so I lower myself to the floor on one knee, doing my best to hide my nerves by concentrating on the words I'd picked for the occasion.

"Jasper," I want to sound strong and certain, instead I'm whispering. "I have both asked, and received permission from, both my elders and yours, to ask for your hand. I can offer you nothing more than my two hands, filled as love as they are; and a promise to use those hands and that love to build a future for us both," deep breaths now Jake, deep breaths. "Will you accept me, and be come my husband?"

It's quiet, he's not answering, god what a fool I am! How could he want to marry me? It was too soon after Alice, I wasn't even a vampire, and I'm nowhere near as good looking as he is. He could have anyone and anything he wanted, stupid, stupid dog! He's rich, I'm poor, oh god this was a bad idea! Just as I was sure I would cry from humiliation I felt something come over me. Happiness, and a secret amazement, and it's coming from Jasper! I look up, not sure what I'll see.

He's smiling, and now I'm smiling too; he doesn't have to say anything, I can feel his answer and I sldie the ring onto his finger.