Second, and more importantly, I would like to say thank you to my readers who commented (ya! I have 3 reviews). This chapter is dedicated to you.
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Graduation
I can't believe it. It felt like this day would never come. In a few hours I would step out onto that sage, receive my diploma, and in two days I would be married to the most perfect man—er—vampire. After our marriage we intend to honeymoon in Scotland—I had always wanted to go there, but never had the opportunity—and the moment we get back home—Edward promised to change me.
"Bella Swan"
I don't know which is more exciting—marring the man I love or spending the rest of eternity with him.
"Bella Swan"
What—oh it's my turn. Please, oh please don't let me trip.
The Marriage
Nervous, that's how I feel. Anxious. Excited. Charlie is giving me away. Carslie is preforming the ceremony. Alice and Rosalie are my bride's maids, and Jasper and Emmett are the best men. Mom is in on the front row. Jacob is in the second. It's a dream come true.
It is only moments before Edward and I pledge our love to one another for all the world to hear. In a few minutes my dad will walk me down the isle and I will no longer be Bella Marie Swan, but Mrs. Edward Cullen. Wow, I can't believe that this day has finally come. I am surrounded by family and friends, and I am going to marry the only man who will ever hold my heart.
Edward, this is one time I wish you could read my thoughts. Although, I would probably sound like a babbling like an idiot. My thoughts are so scattered--yet they all come back to one basic thing: you(Bridal March Begins) Ok, just remember: Don't Trip! It was bad enough when you fell up the stairs at graduation, you cannot do it at your own wedding.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered hear today to celebrate the joining together of Edward Cullen and Isabella Swan through the holiest of unions: marriage...
I love you Edward
...Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails..."
I love you Bella.
"...If their are any who have a reason why these two people should not be married: Speak now or forever hold your peace..."
Please, God, don't let anyone come forward.
"...Who gives this woman to this man?"
"Her mother and I."
"...Isabella Marie Swan, will you take Edward Anthony Mason Cullen to be your lawfully wedded husband in sickness and in health, through the good times and the bad, so long as you both shall live?"
"I will."
"And do you, Edward Anthony Mason Cullen, take Isabella Marie Swan to be your lawfully wedded wife in sickness and in health, through the good times and the bad, so long as you both shall live?"
"I will."
"Then by the power invested in me by God and the state of Washington, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride."
The Honeymoon
Thankfully I didn't trip. I have been Bella Cullen less than tweleve hours, yet I can already tell that my life with Edward is going to be perfect. We have just gotten off our flight and it is close to midnight. It's so late--well--for me anyway--yet I don't feel the least bit tired. I feel excited, giddy even. Life is wonderful.
Ring.Ring.
"Go away."
Ring.Ring.
Rrrrrriiiiing.
"Hello?"
"Bella! I just had the most wonderful vision!"
"Alice?—What? Alice, it's two in the morning, and Edward hasn't changed me yet, so I still need my sleep." I started to hang up the phone.
"I know, I'm sorry—but you have to hear about this!"
"What?"
"Bella, you're pregnant! It's a beautiful baby girl!"
"What!"
"It's a girl."
"I heard you please tell me that you're not serious, and that this is just some kind of joke that the Cullen women like to pull after your marriages?"
"No. Bella, I would never joke with you about something like that. I really had a vision. You're pregnant."
"Bella, why are you yelling? Who are you yelling at?" I really wish I could read her mind.
"It's Alice. Here, let her explain it to you."
"Hello?"
"Edward, you are never going to believe this!—Bella's pregnant!" Silence. "Edward did you hear me? You and Bella are going to have a baby girl."
"It's a girl?" His voice was so soft that I could barley hear him.