Edward opened the door for me, and swept me inside. I could see all the Cullen's there; all except Rosalie. She obviously wasn't too happy about us getting married. I couldn't say I was too ecstatic at that moment, either. Alice ran to me, taking my weight from Edward and hugging me close. I hugged back, unable to speak.
"Come on, I'll take you up to our room" Edward said to me, his family looking sympathetic.
"I like that idea" I sniffled as he picked me up and we flew up the stairs. He kicked open the door, almost pushing it off its hinges with the force, and lay me gently on the bed.
"I just need a minute to calm down." I muttered, slightly embarrassed at myself.
"Hmmm, I can help with that." Edward whispered into my ear. He gently lifted my face up to his eye level, and gazed into my eyes, instantly calming me. He leant forward, giving me one, small kiss on the lips. As usual, he pulled away too soon. "You're going to be Isabella Marie Cullen" he chuckled, the pleasure obvious in his voice.
"Oh, please don't say that out loud!" I gasped, my hand over my mouth. I thought about it a little more, and changed my mind.
"Actually, I quite like it. Edward and Bella Cullen. The same name, the way it should be"
Edward chuckled again. "I love the way you act when you're emotional. So temperamental." I opened my mouth to argue, but at that moment, my phone rang.
"Are you going to get that?" he asked. I glared back, flicking the phone to my ear. It was Charlie.
"Bells, I'm sorry. I really am. Can we please just talk about this?" he said before I could get a word out. That was unusual; talking about personal things was not something Charlie liked to do, but he was desperate.
"Well, we can talk about whether you'd like to walk me down the isle, or if I need to ask Phil. Because we are getting married, and that's not negotiable." I replied, my voice becoming stronger with each word.
Charlie sighed "I know. I've… I've decided that if it's what you really want, then fine. But bells..." his voice became weary, barely audible, "Please think about this carefully. Your mother and I… we were young, and went on a whim. I just want you to be happy."
"Of course this is going to make me happy! Why else would I be doing this?" I was outraged.
"Bella, calm down. I'm just not sure if I can cope, if you can cope if he leaves again. When he left, he took my little girl with him." He whispered the last sentence. Edward must've heard what he said, too, because his expression became pained.
"Dad, that won't happen again. I promise. This is the real thing, I love him. He loves me."
"I know he does, and I do too. I just don't want to loose my little girl…. We haven't exactly spent much time together, what with your mother and I. I hope I made up for it."
"You did, Dad. Love you." I whispered.
"Well, okay bells. Talk to you later." He sighed, then hung up the phone. I turned to Edward. He had a sympathetic expression on his face, and when I tried to smile cautiously, he gave the biggest grin and pulled me into a tight embrace.
"I love you so much, Isabella Marie Cullen." He kissed the ring on my finger, each fingertip, and worked his way up until he was eye level with me. I couldn't help but feel his happiness too, and let out a girly giggle as he pulled me off the bed and swung me into his arms, like a child. "Are you ready?" he asked.
I was confused, "for what?" I asked.
"To tell everyone, of course. We're getting married!" he yelled down the stairs, jubilant.
"You know what. I am ready. Let's go! The time has come" I yelled with him, and we ran down the stairs to spread our good news.