Chapter 2
EPOV
There she was. The most perfect being I have ever seen. I stood there with my jaw hanging down, until, Carlisle, who was standing next to me, gently lifted it back up with a finger.
"Don't make her any more embarrassed than she already is", he advised. I could see what he meant. Bella's face was beet red. I was glad that SHE couldn't read MY thoughts, because at that particular moment, her nose was so red, that it looked kind of like a clown's. I didn't understand why she was so nervous. She had no problems giving up her soul for eternity, but walking 25 feet down an aisle is a huge deal. Oh, well, I thought to myself. It's been 90 years since I was human, and I've never gotten married, so this is new to me, too. I just couldn't believe how extraordinarily lucky I was. I was marrying the most wonderful woman in the world!
BPOV
As I stood there with Charlie, I was almost shaking I was so nervous. Alice went way overboard with the invite list, but there was one person I had been hoping to see that wasn't there. I hadn't seen Jacob in what seemed like forever, and it felt like I was being ripped into 1/3 and 2/3, not really half, because Edward would always be my first and truest love. Jacob was so complicated. I loved him like a friend, but he was so hurt and unsatisfied when I couldn't give him more than that. He couldn't settle for anything less than love. I shook my head. How can I think of anything else but Edward? This is the most important day of my mortal and, soon to be, immortal life. With that in mind, I walked with Charlie down the aisle through the Cullen's beautiful backyard to the wedding march. "This is perfect", I thought.
3 days later …
EPOV
Everything was going perfectly. Bella and I were on our honeymoon, and things couldn't have been better. I was glad to see her so happy. Although things were going so well, there was always a painful battle going on in the back of my mind (A/N: don't worry, our beloved Edward wasn't hurt. There was no use of firearms hehe. Things were getting too serious, so I stuck this author's note in for you all : ) I could tell that Bella was anxious to be changed. I never figured out why she was sooo ready to give up her soul for eternity. I didn't think I was worth that kind of commitment for her. I didn't think it was fair. But the selfish part of me, the part I was most thankful for, made me forget all of that. All I knew was that I wanted to be with her forever, and if she wanted to be changed to do that, then I was willing to make that sacrifice. If I took out all rationality and common sense, it just spelled "DUH". So I decided to surprise her by asking her if she was ready for that four days before our honeymoon was over, so that she would have time to think and if she said yes, then she would transform before anyone expected us to return home. I was even more nervous about what her answer would be when I popped THIS big question. Not quite as big as asking her to marry me, obviously. I was nervous because as I knew all too well, Bella didn't always think the most clearly about life and death decisions. I knew I had to get it over with. So on the morning of the fourth to last day (if that makes sense) I just blurted it out.
"Bella, are you ready?"