Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight. I own the rest. No redistribution without my consent.
Everyone in the room is awestruck, their hands covering their chests and mouths. I hear sniffles and gasps, some "awww"'s and "It's about time!"'s. Obviously, no one saw this coming.
I can't look at Edward. I just can't.
Without a doubt, it would give me away.
Jacob's ecstatic, flashing his perfect smile. "Oh Bella, I love you so much." He cups my face and kisses my lips softly, tenderly. I can't help but wish they were Edward's lips instead.
"I'm the happiest man alive," he beams.
"So am I."
"Since when have you become a man, Bells?" he laughs.
I blush. "Oh…ummm…oops."
"You silly thing." He kisses me again. "I love you."
"I love you, too."