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Full summary: Bella loves Edward. Edward loves Bella. But Bella also loves him. And he loves her back. If World War Two can be resolved, why can't this? And as if the Volturi and an impossible love triangle weren't enough, Bella suddenly finds out that the thing she wants most in the world is impossible, and that something decidedly odd is happening. Who can tell her what's going on?
FINDING RESOLUTION
Chapter One:
Bella's POV
I looked into the mirror and finally began to believe Edwards continuous protestations of my beauty. And to think, it had only taken Alice and Rosalie hundreds of dollars and five hours and thirty two minutes of torture to turn me into a radiant blushing bride. I stood by Alice's window and peeped outside, my hands twisting the small slip of paper in my hands.
When Alice had planned this wedding she had taken 'small' in the broadest possible sense. There were possibly fifty people milling around the seats waiting for myself to appear. My stomach twisted with nerves. What if I fell? Walking down the aisle….. I'd be mortified. Even Edward couldn't catch me halfway down the aisle with this many humans in view.
Edward….. my eyes drifted automatically to where he stood, impossibly beautiful. Descriptions could not do him justice. I still expected to wake at any moment, wake from the impossible dream that I could be loved by such a one. That I could spend the rest of eternity by his side.
I heard an impatient knock at the door, and reluctantly turned away from my angel to face the visitor. My hand quickly hid the small slip of paper I'd been fidgeting with. When I saw my dad enter I let my hand fall to my side. He took a long look at my appearance and nodded in his small acknowledgment.
"Are you sure?" He asked again. I looked over at Edward's tiny figure once more and nodded, letting my smile speak the words for me.
"He better treat you right." He muttered darkly. I said nothing, my hand tightening on the paper in my hand. I thought I saw Edward's head tip towards the house, as if he were listening. I smiled ruefully. Bloody nosy telepathic shit.
Finally Charlie broke a smile.
"He makes you happy doesn't he?"
"You have no idea." I murmured.
He looked over to where my gaze lay.
"I'll be by the door when you're ready." He said gruffly and left, closing the door silently behind him. I uncurled the paper and read the words I had long since memorized.
I know you love me too.
The tiny scrap of paper had been handed to me from Billy Black is far better condition, just after Jacob disappeared. I looked over at Edward once more and tucked the paper firmly away into my bag, along with any second thoughts I may have had about the best thing that ever happened to me. I ran down the stairs and grinned at Alice. She smiled back and disappeared outside to check her masterpiece. I smiled ruefully and turned to dad.
"Lets go!" I said, taking his arm. He raised one eyebrow and we turned to the door. Alice slipped back through the side door with the easy grace of a dancer and took up her position as bridesmaid. She reached for the door, then stopped. Without warning she leapt at me and hugged me with her usual spontaneous exuberance.
"I can't believe this is finally happening!" She exclaimed, releasing me in time for me to regain my love of oxygen. An excited smile stretched her cheeks as she reached for the door once more. I took a deep breath to settle nerves that barely needed it. Alice's joy was catching. I turned to my dad, my face stretching into a smile to rival Alice's own.
"Let's go!" Charlie announced, gripping my arm and leading me to the door. We opened the door to a blissfully cloudy day – and barely one hundred metres in front of me was Edward. He wasn't the love of my life. He was the royal trump card.
About five steps toward him I realized that looking at him was a mistake. My feet found loose footing on the aisle Alice had painstakingly supervised the clearing of. I felt my white heel lose it's grip on the earth and lost my balance. Charlie's arm pulled upwards and I replaced the foot carefully on the ground, feeling heat rise in my cheeks. I looked up quickly and saw a concerned look on Edward's face, swiftly replaced by an amused smile. I shook my head silently and we made our way slowly up the aisle. I stared at the ground the whole way. Only when Charlie pulled away slightly did I realize that I'd reached the end of the aisle. I kissed Charlie on the cheek and took Edward's outstretched hand, moving eagerly toward him.
"Careful there, there's still another square foot of air to trip on…." He whispered, gripping my hand tightly. I glared at him. It didn't last long. He smirked as a smile broke through the glare. I stood by his side and faced our grinning minister – Emmett.
Emmett, to his credit, managed a solemn face through the entire ceremony. Ignoring Rosalie's sighs of impatience and Alice's gestures to move it along, he insisted on the full, long winded ceremony – probably to prove that he'd memorized the entire thing. I lost most of the words, as Edward caught me with his eyes and held me immobile. My mind replayed every memory I had of him. His first glare of hatred, and his second of frustration. The many gazes thereafter of concern, of love. I imagined the possibility that I could have him forever, a possibility that was becoming more and more certain with each passing minute. Emmett's final words broke through my thoughts.
"Do you, Isobella Swan, take Edward as your lawfully- " at this he stopped.
"I swear, it is legal. I took a test and everything, you have no IDEA the effort I've gone to so you could have me do this, I – yes, Alice, moving on, lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, to honour and obey, in sickness and in health, in richness and in poor, til death do you part?"
"I do." I said, interrupting Emmett's potential to elaborate on the smirk he developed as he said 'death.'
"And do you, my -" Emmett broke off and winced. I saw Edward glaring at him.
"And do you, Edward Cullen," Emmett began again, "Take Bella as your lawfully wedded wife to – do I have to repeat this again?"
"Yes." Alice said, glaring at him.
Emmett rolled his eyes. He took and deep breath and spoke fast.
"To-have-and-to-hold, to-love-and-to-cherish, to-honour-and-obey, in-sickness-and-in-health, in-richness-and-in-poor, til-death-do-you-part?"
"I do." Edward said.
"I do now, solomnely, humbly, lawfully," Emmett rambled.
"Wrap it up…." Rosalie said through gritted teeth.
"-Pronounce you husband and wife."
"Finally…." Rosalie muttered.
"You may now kiss the bride."
Edward wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me against him, using the other to lift my veil.
"Better do what the man says." I advised.
"Definitely." He agreed, and acquiesced.
Mm. Bliss.