My Beta is Feralness-is-me, she's a pretty awesome friend too ;)


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The chapel is large, built in the early 1900's; its clay walls are washed in a bright white. It's beautiful.

At the ornate, wooden door, I clutch tightly to Charlie's arm. They are flung open; Alice kisses me once on the cheek before making the trip down to where my fiancé awaits.

She is a vision in flowing silver satin; the massive stilettoes she wears make her much taller than her natural five foot nothing.

I can think of no one I want beside me today more than her.

Finally, she reaches the end of the isle, then the music swells, changes pace, and I know it's my turn.

"You ready for this, Bells?" my father asks, adjusting my veil in place.

I nod my head once and squeeze his hand. It's a good thing that it's acceptable for a bride to cry.

I round the corner of the nave and enter the church. There, at the end of the isle, in a crisp, black suit, is the man that loves me more than anyone in this world… almost.

He's smile is blinding. I see his best friend, Quill, pat him on the shoulder in a brotherly gesture of congratulations.

One hundred and thirty four steps. That is how long it takes me to reach him, and as soon as I do, he encases both of my hands in his. I look up at the man I love, and for the first time in hours, I smile.

I love Jacob; I can't wait to be his wife.

It takes fifteen minutes. I repeat after the minister; I promise to love, honour, cherish and above all be faithful. Jacob places the plain band on my finger.

It is done; I'm officially Mrs Jacob Black.

I smile widely for the camera, for my friends and family, and for myself.

We are whisked away for countless photos, and barely have a moment to talk.

Finally, I am wrapped up in the joy of this day; in the promise of a happy future.

I love Jacob Black.