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Quiet, I rested my head on Jacob's shoulder. He sighed and whispered to himself. "Oh, Seth, buddy, you know I'll kill you if you do."

I became alert. Seth had better not do anything too stupid, and if he ruined my wedding, I'd ruin him. Jacob whispered, "I'll be back in a minute. There's a catastrophe waiting to happen nearby including Leah, Seth, and our cake." He sprinted away, careful not to smash any of our guests.

Fine, Jacob, I thought, do not leave for long, please. My eyes raked over the party-goers, looking for my parents among them. I saw my father throw an anxious glance my way. I calmly walked toward them, planning on explaining Jacob's disappearance –

But was confronted by an all-to-familiar face. His voice hissed down at me. "Hello, Renesmee."

"Hello. Good-bye."

"Oh, but wouldn't you like to stop and chat? It's been such a long while." Pale hair was gelled back, giving him a clean-ish appearance for once.

"This is my wedding. Not ours. I said no for a reason." By now, my mind was screaming, Daddy!

"Let me have one dance, then, please? When I said that I loved you, I meant it." His mouth was by my ear, whispering poison into it. I stared blankly at my parents, begging for help. My mother had a look of sympathy on her face, while she and my father made their way toward us.

"Come on," he whispered secretively in my ear. One dance." He moved closer, much closer than I wanted him to be. The song that was playing was my mother's lullaby. There was no way I would be dancing with him to that song. What could I do though? I couldn't get away from him in such a small space without the help of Jacob or Father, both of whom were two far away to do anything.

Our arms touched as he tried to get closer still. He broke the spell I was under.

Infuriated, I slapped him with a hand armed with horribly vivid images. Seething, I stabbed his foot with one of my sharp heels. "Take that, you son of a –

All of the sudden, both of my men were with me. Jacob had come from behind and I had to hold him back to keep him from punching that writhing figure on the floor. Father was standing over him.

"Well, well," Jacob said over my shoulder, spitting on the eighteen year old. "Jack Newton. Come to kidnap my bride?"

"N-no, Jacob. Of course n-not. I just wanted to see how she was and say hi."

"I told you to stay away from my daughter, Jack. Why couldn't you listen to me? Why didn't you listen to your own father? He probably told you I was a cruel and wretched man. In fact, I know he did. He said that right before you got in your car. Didn't he Jack?" Father said menacingly. He was crouching beside Jack.

Poor Jack Newton was shivering, now. He didn't even get a chance to explain himself. The conversation was just so... one-sided.

"Father, back away." I lowered myself carefully, aware that my dress, so much like the arrogant soap bubble of a human beside me, was mortal. I had to do damage; say something he'd never forget.

"Jack, I don't care if you proposed. We weren't friends, and we never dated. So I want you to leave my wedding, and I never want to see you again. Understood?"

He gave me a shaky nod.

"Now get."

He ran away like a puppy with his tail between his legs. I felt a little bad at the sight of him humiliated like that, but he'd scarred my beautiful evening with my Jacob. In my eyes, he deserved it.

Jacob helped me back into a standing position, pulling me close. I heard him whisper into my hair, "So much for a perfect wedding."

I smiled and looked up to meet his warm eyes. "Come on," he said. "I think I'd better show you what happened with that cake fiasco I mentioned earlier."

My smile faded, but in the corner of my eye, I saw my father struggling to keep a straight face. Sighing, I let my husband lead me back to the house. Mother and Father followed us. Oh no, I thought. They know, too. I hope this was part of the plan…

Entering the flower-festooned building, I saw people surrounding the cake Esme had made. I hadn't actually seen the cake before hand; that, too, was a surprise. Jacob's friends, on the other hand, had obviously noticed it.

Esme and Carlisle stood in front of the cake, blocking my view. Although I probably wouldn't be eating any, I wanted to see what I would be missing.

After a few seconds, Carlisle walked forward a step. "Would you like to see your cake, Renesmee?" he asked me. I'm sure he all ready knew the answer, but I nodded anyway.

He moved as slow as possible to the left, until Esme gently pushed him over, amused. "Just let her see the cake, Carlisle. It's her wedding."

Grinning, Carlisle held his hands out and pulled Esme out of my line of vision, which was now trained on the magnificent cake.

The cake was huge; there was probably enough of it to feed twice as many people that had showed up, if you left out the werewolves. Ribbons of white and silver icing went along with the color scheme of the wedding. Tiny copper bows of frosting adorned the edges of each level. Counting quickly, I discovered that the cake had ten layers, one for every other of my human years.

The cake, however, wasn't the most glorious thing. The figures on top of the cake were gorgeous.

The bride was beautiful, her snowy gown's train flowing gracefully behind her. Her eyes were rimmed with silver. Her long fingers reached to cup the groom's russet cheek, pale against it. His eyes lingered on hers, the look in them telling her he'd never leave.

It was us. Me and my Jacob. Jacob and me. Esme had made us dazzling, even if it was only in porcelain.

I silently hoped that this was the last surprise, because my eyes were brimming with tears. Reaching for Jacob's hand, I carefully dabbed at my eyes before the water could spill over with the handkerchief someone had handed me. Gingerly patting at the tears, I cautiously avoided my makeup. When none came away on the handkerchief, I clutched it in my hand. I saw Rose's hand gently pry it out of my grasp.

"Thank you," I murmured, absolutely at a loss for any other words. Jacob quietly whisked me up the stairs and into the hallway.

"Shh…" he said, drawing me close. He kissed the top of my head as I shivered. He was uncharacteristically calm, his voice tinged with a small amount of worry. "Would you like to go now, Nessie?"

I nodded silently. Alice must have seen me crying at some point; as I sobbed into Jacob's shoulder, no silver marred his dark tux. Water-proof make up.

Although this was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, I was weeping. I didn't understand. Was I stressed? I never cried like this.

Jacob gathered me into his arms, and kissed my forehead. "Everything'll be okay, Nessie. Just calm down."

After that, I didn't know if I fell asleep, or blacked out.

Oh, yes, it does keep going. I know that Nessie and Jacob are a little out of character, but that's just how it ended up. Criticism is welcome! Please review!

~AL