About: Bella is set to marry the man of her dreams. It should be a fairytale but it isn't. Everything that could go wrong does. With her new in-laws pulling at the strings and little hands messing up the plans she struggles to get to the altar. Can she survive the chaos and tell Edward 'I do?' Rated M, lemons, canon pairs, light & fluffy.
Eight months ago
The bridge was lit up. The city of Sydney stunning. It was somewhere I'd always wanted to visit. Thanks to my boyfriend of three and a half years I was here. As we walked around the harbour the city came alive for us. We'd just finished dinner and now we were being standard tourists. Exploring. Hand in hand. Us against the world. I'm only ever this corney when I'm around him.
Out of every Victoria secret model he'd picked me. He held my hair back after wild girls nights, he purchased tampons without a blush and he'd carry me to be after falling asleep on the couch.
Love meant nothing until I found it with him.
It was our three year anniversary and he'd surprised me with tickets to Australia. We'd spent a week in Melbourne and now we were in Sydney.
Edward and I dated through college. Completely wrapped up in one another. He studied medicine. I studied psychology.
His sister had introduced us. Alice often bearing claim for us. I often beading claim for her and her partner Jasper. She had every right I guess. My best friend had a premonition as she so called it.
A spin the bottle game had truly been the glue. We'd entered the closet and he'd attacked me. After we took it home finishing it.
A few dates later and here we are. Hand in hand in Australia.
"This trip has been incredible," I smile at him.
"I'm dreading the long flight," he laughs.
"You can sleep on me," I say.
"We all know that it'll be the opposite way," he chuckles wrapping his arm around me.
"Your just comfortable," giggling I squeeze his bicep, "perfect pillow."
We find a patch of grass beneath the harbour bridge. The opera house shimmers.
"Okay," he huffs.
"What?" I smile at him.
"This could backfire," he smiles down at me.
"What could backfire?" I raise an eyebrow.
"This," he sighs getting down on one knee.
"Shit," I gasp covering my mouth.
"I've been in love with you for years. Even before we became official. Before that kiss. I admired you and wished you could be mine. Now you are. And I'd be stupid to not to ensure you are for as long as I can. This trip was perfect. And we have many ahead of us. But I want to take them with my wife. If you'll make me the happiest man alive and be that," he says, "Bella, will you marry me?"
"Of course I will," I squeal.
Not even a second of hesitation in my response. Sighing with relief he reaches into his pocket pulling out a small box. Opening it he presents me with a gorgeous oval diamond ring. My hand shakes as he puts it on. It fits perfectly against my skin.
"I love you," he smiles standing.
As he stretches up I launch on him wrapping my arms around my neck. Like a corny movie he swings me around.
Sydney will forever be special to us.
That night is spent making nothing but love. Our hotel room gets a true workout. The bed squeaks, the covers a mess.
It's not until the morning after it hits me I'm engaged.
And then it hits me.
"Your family," I gasp.
He lies on his back eyes closed with a smirk.
"You already said yes," he says.
Now.
"Mummy."
The sun wasn't up yet.
It was only 5am.
"Mummy," the scream is more shrill.
"It's yours," Edward groans.
"You put it into me," I huff sitting up.
Finding out I was pregnant early on definitely threw us out. But our two year old was our world. It made us fall all the more in love. When we told him we were getting married his head almost exploded. He would be turning three in two months. Finally ridding us of his terrible twos.
Mason was a mummy's boy through and through. Often making Edward jealous. But when he wanted something he was Edward's angel.
Our little family was complete. But it was set to become a big family. Today we would hit the road and head to Forks. Our wedding one week away. Everything was planned, no room for error. Edward's entire family would be there. Together we'd all stay with his parents before the big day on Saturday.
I loved his family. Sometimes they were just eccentric. His brother Emmett constantly booming, his sister Alice constantly interested in business that is mine and then Edward's parents who are just oddly too nice. Then there were the in-laws.
Rosalie not yet married, but getting close to a ring. My absolute best friend and total pain in the ass. She currently had Emmett wrapped around her pinky.
Jasper. Beautiful and friendly. Adored by my son. I had no complaints.
Truth is I have no problem with them. Any of them. But living under one roof with the stress of a wedding. How on earth will I get through and still ensure my kid doesn't pick his nose?
"Mummy," the scream is closer.
"It's out of bed," I pull on Edward's shirt.
Daringly I had fallen asleep naked after last night. After so long together our spark continued failing to even dim.
"Stop referring to your son as an it," he laughs.
"Put pants on," I snap back.
"He has one too," he snuggles deeper into the covers.
"That is horrific," I laugh opening the door.
The little monster stares up at me hands on his hips. He glares up at me.
"Didn't you hear me?" He asks.
"Mason, it's early. What do you want?" I sigh picking him up.
"We have to go see grandpappy and nanny," he says.
"Not till later," I say, "they won't even be awake."
He groans looking over at Edward for help. His little eyebrows knit together when he finds he won't get it.
My son was a more of Edward than me. The face, the crooked smile and the cocky attitude. From me brown eyes, brown hair. He loved learning about music and hated eating anything green. My son was perfect in my eyes. Despite how painful he could be.
I thanked Edward daily for giving me him.
A little less at 5am.
"Daddy," he yells across the room.
Impossible to not wake him even if he were sleeping. Even if he were dead.
"Grandpappy likes to be awake early," he yells at Edward, "right daddy?"
"I'm adopted. You didn't inherit that," Edward grumbles.
"What's adopted?" He asks me confused.
"It's early. Ask me when the sun is awake," I saw propping him onto the bed.
"You said I'm your sunshine and I'm awake," he smirks up at me.
"Why are you so much like your dad," I smile helplessly down at my child.
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