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I do. I do. The words were still echoing in my head. We were only about 20 minutes in to the reception and already it was all a blur. All I could see was Edward. He looked perfect. He was standing between his sister - my best friend - Alice, and his mother Esme. My sister. My mother. I still couldn't imagine how I had become this lucky. How I could be able to call them family. They were too beautiful. Their pale faces appeared lit up in their smiles of approval. The truth was, I had been considered family the moment I'd met them. That's how it works when you know their secret. My entire family, excluding myself is completely consistent of vampires. It was almost painful to look at them. They were perfectly sculpted, like angels, like they'd been sent from heaven purely to be enjoyed, like beautiful art. Only this art was not the kind of art that hung on a wall. This art consists of the greatest people I'd ever met. I'd been standing next to the punch bowl for what felt like forever gazing at the man that was now my husband. Husband. I still couldn't believe the word. It was times like this I was so happy to be the one exception to my husband's 'talent'. He could read the mind of every guest at our wedding, except mine. I was sure that if he could, we wouldn't have been there. He'd have heard from the beginning how much I could only think of him, and I was sure he'd have been bored.

"Bells?" I'd been so lost in my thoughts, I hadn't realized that Charlie was standing right next to me. I wasn't exactly sure how long he'd been talking. I was sure he wasn't surprised though. Charlie was my father, and if anyone knew how easily distracted I could get, it was him. "Hey, Bella.. you awake in there?"

"Huh?" I hadn't looked at him yet, but at least by this point I was actually aware he was there, and listening. Finally, I tore my eyes away from Edward and looked at my father. "Sorry Dad, what were you saying?"

"I wanted to know if you'd dance with me. I figure you'll be leaving before too long." He smiled, but I could see the sadness buried deep in his eyes. He didn't know that my new family was made up of vampires, and he didn't know that I'd soon be one myself. That was always the deal. I would get changed, but only after we got married. I'd get something out of the deal too - something more conventional for the wedding night - but that was another thing Charlie was better off not thinking about. I did, however, believe there was a part of him that knew I wasn't going to be the same Bella much longer. He wasn't completely clueless. He knew there was something different, and probably knew it was only the beginning.

"I'd love to." I smiled at him and stared in to his eyes. I knew that as long as I looked calm, he'd be convinced. I took his hand, and guided him out to the group of people who were already dancing. Sometime during my talking with Charlie, Edward and Esme had begun dancing as well. They both smiled, and I turned my attention back to Charlie. "You know I love you right, Dad?" Charlie and I didn't often discuss our feelings, but in this moment, I knew that Edward and I would be leaving soon for our honeymoon, and I wasn't sure when I'd be allowed to see him again. I'd spend the next year a crazed newborn thirsty for human blood; I wouldn't be able to control it like Edward and his family. I wouldn't be able to see Charlie because he'd be in too much danger.

Charlie's face was red, but he forced a smile, "Yeah I do kid, and um.. same to you. You know that." I smiled back; clearly the mushy stuff was done now. We continued dancing until the song was over, then we broke apart and shared a last smile. Just as I was about to walk away, I felt a familiar cold hand on my shoulder. I turned and looked in to the familiar golden eyes of the man I'd just married. My smile widened as his did.

"I feel like I haven't seen you since I said 'I do'," his velvet voice was whispering to me. He wrapped one arm tightly around my waist, and took my hand with his other one. Before I knew it we were dancing. He leaned in and pressed his cool cheek against mine, whispering still in to my ear, "I love you, Bella. My Isabella Cullen."

My heart fluttered in my chest and my cheeks flushed because I knew he could hear it. It was the first time I'd heard my new name out loud. After 18 years of Isabella Swan, the new name should feel strange, but it felt right. Like up until this moment I'd been referred to by the wrong name, and now someone had finally gotten it right. "I love you too, Edward Cullen."

"Are you ready to leave, or would you like to stay a while longer?" There was no anxiousness in his voice at all, but I didn't need to hear it to know he was just as nervous as I was. Tonight was already the biggest night of my life as well as his, and it was nowhere near over.

I took a deep breath and waited a moment to speak, making sure my voice was not nervous when I spoke, "I'm ready." We both knew that those two words meant a lot more than just 'ready to go'. It meant ready for everything. Our wedding night was just the beginning of ready. It felt like it only took moments for Alice and I to dash up the stairs so I could jump out of my wedding dress, and in to 'proper flying attire' before I was back down stairs. Edward and I both made our rounds, saying goodbye to all of our guests, ending with our family: my new brothers and sisters, my new parents, and finally my father. If Charlie had been capable of showing his true feelings, I think he may have cried in that moment, but Charlie was too tough for that. Edward returned to my side, placed his arm back around my waist where I wanted it to be, shook Charlie's hand and we were out the door. We rushed in to Edward's car. Alone at last, and we were gone.

I linked my arm around his and held his hand, resting my head on his shoulder. "Edward, where are we going?" He and Alice had completely planned our honeymoon, and told me nothing. I didn't know if it was going to be cold or warm, or even on this continent. If I had known anything I could have come to conclusions. For example, if I knew it was going to be sunny, I could assume we'd be secluded. But I didn't know that. I didn't know anything.

"The airport." Those were the exact words he'd spoken to me the last five times I'd asked him that. I ignored his response, and didn't ask again. I was in heaven. I didn't care where we were going. Everything was a haze. It was all too good to be true. It wasn't until Edward spoke and woke me from my haze of happiness that I even realized we were on the plane. "Bella, love, are you alright? You've hardly spoken."

"I'm better than 'alright'. I have never been this happy. I keep waiting to wake up and realize it was all a dream"

He leaned over and pressed his cool lips against mine. "As do I, my love. Now get some sleep, Mrs. Cullen, it'll be a long flight."

Hey guys, I know this is pretty much similar to the book, but I wanted to give it a good intro and not just jump in to it. I gave you a couple chapters at once, so you get a taste of my story. Meanwhile, please review!!