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Chapter 1: The Meadow

The Meadow begins as Edward and Bella, returning from their meadow with news to share, the future Mr. and Mrs. Edward Cullen emerge from the forest with the joy of their engagement fresh in their hearts. They are greeted by the family who have to come to formally to celebrate their betrothal and formally welcome Bella into the coven in a ceremony of commitment that reminds her of the forever nature of her marriage and all that is to come.


JUNE 19

What greater thing is there for

two human souls than to feel

that they are joined together.

George Eliot To Be One with Each Other


I didn't notice the raindrops stinging my face as we sped through the forest. Cradled in his arms, I could have sworn I could feel his silent heart beating, but my thundering pulse was loud enough for both of us. He looked at me and I blushed with the idea that this man has chosen me to live with by his side for all eternity and I wondered: what greater happiness could this or any life promise?

We stepped out of the forest and onto the wide expanse of green that stretched like a long lush carpet from the Cullen's blue stone patio to the tree line and down to the river. Every blade of grass glimmered with dew under the twilight sky. The light rain settled into a gentle fog, painting the scene with diaphanous clouds swirling up from the warm wet earth.

It was a truly magical night.

Even within the limits of my all too human sight, I could see the beehive of activity at the house. Alice was darting about like a dragonfly—completely unhinged. The patio was illuminated by a multitude of torches. A hauntingly beautiful melody from the piano wafted outside. From the looks of things, they were preparing for a celebration.

My buoyant heart sunk like a rock.

"She's told them already...hasn't she?" The answer was so obvious it was hardly worth asking the question—I'd been foiled again by a nosy clairvoyant pixie. Edward's sheepish silence confirmed it. Even though I had made such a fuss about not wanting to get married I was a little miffed to be robbed of the thrill of telling everyone it is official—we're engaged! But now it's too late. The news is already out.

"She is so annoying." My face screwed up into a ball of disappointment. Of course I understood that Alice's gift was largely involuntary, but at times like these, my sister's psychic power was quite inconvenient.

"Alice is easily distracted by shiny objects, Bella," he murmured. His warm topaz eyes called me in a very distracting way.

"Aren't you disappointed?" I exclaimed, maybe a little too loudly. I am sure she had heard me but I would have thought that he more than I would be disappointed about the leak of our surprise. Yet he was cool as a cucumber.

The concept of 'private time' didn't exist in Alice's universe and her clairvoyant gifts, as formidable as his, were unavoidable sometimes. "She means no harm, Bella. She's just excited for us…"

He was right, of course, but it didn't make it easier to accept that living in the Cullen Commune was going to be an adjustment for me.

"Well, after we are married, I sure hope she finds something that sufficiently occupies that mind of hers at least occasionally..." I whispered in his ear, painting his long lovely neck with kisses. Unskilled in seduction as I was I wanted to be sure he'd gotten my meaning. When my lips wound their way to his earlobe a wide smile bloomed on my face and without so much as a pause, my teeth sunk somewhat forcefully into his flesh.

I regretted biting him almost instantly. In hindsight, it was a pretty stupid thing to do. If it startled him, a reaction of surprise could have sent me to the hospital! I could have broken my front teeth on his marble skin! Worse yet, it never occurred to me that this could have pushed him over the edge of his inhibition and I could have been half way to transformation on the night of my engagement! The stillness was unbearable torture. His fists pressed severely against his thighs in a posture that seemed more like bottled rage than passion. His eyes were closed hiding the fact that the butterscotch irises of happiness were now clouded by the black onyx of blood lust. I was horrified at my own stupidity. Luckily, everything was fine…well, as fine as it could be considering I had just bitten my vampire fiancé.

Yet, on another level, twisted as it is, I have to admit I was enormously proud of him. I did not like causing him pain of course, but it was the unprecedented nature of his surprise that captivated me. The mere fact that he, Edward Cullen, the great clairvoyant and master of "mind over matter" could be so utterly done in by an unexpected nibble was utterly unthinkable! And he handled himself so well! It was fun to see him react so...humanly. At least it was fun for me…at first...

After the shock of what I had done passed over us like a blazing rocket, a soft growl rumbled in his chest taunted me as he delicately fingered a stray curl from my face. "Bella, he murmured dangerously, "are you sure you want to play like that with me?" The black velvet monotone shimmered with a menacing delight. Then, in a moment of surreal horror, his pink tongue emerged tentatively to lick his thin lips.

I blinked repeatedly as his words sunk in. His eyes glared with onyx depth. Suddenly, I was filled with a sense of impending doom. Sensing my fear, Edward grunted devilishly, obviously delighting in the highly ironic and specific nature of my indiscretion. Dark eyes ogling out of their sockets like a cartoon villain and his perfectly white teeth snapping at me like a turtle played on all my fears. "What's the matter, my love?" His pouting was diabolical as he crouched threateningly, ready to pounce. "Don't care to play anymore?"

It was not the first time I was terrified of a vampire calculating my demise, of course, but it was the first time that Edward, now my fiancé made me worried in this way. Okay, it was fear.

I ran foolishly thinking I could evade capture.

I should have remembered from extensive personal experience that running away from a vampire who is intent on capturing you is a futile waste of energy, but I wasn't thinking clearly. He chased me, of course, though it hardly worth the effort for him because the outcome was clear. I could see he enjoyed toying with me, building up a false hope like teasing a kitten with a ball of string. I squealed like a little girl each time he came close to trapping me, but every time he condescendingly allowed me to wriggle out of his grasp enjoying the delay of the inevitable.

Chasing each other in circles in the middle of the field in the rain, rolling around in the wet grass, howling with laughter and delight, we looked like lunatics. We certainly weren't behaving like two young adults preparing to announce their marriage to the world. But we didn't care. We were giddy with excitement. We were officially engaged and we were going to be together forever. Finally

Edward enjoyed chasing me. Lucky for me I enjoy being caught. That's all that mattered.

Taking great care to protect my body from the impact with the ground, he adeptly tackled me and we sprawled onto the cool wet grass. As the twilight sky slowly revealed the fog passing over head, we lay there laughing, kissing, and watching the stars peeking out overhead. We were alone in the universe of two. Nothing could spoil this moment.

Threading the clover out of his hair, the prickle of the chase still racing my heart, I was overcome by the staggering reality that in my average, not very special way, I had discovered my destiny. I have found the best me that I can be in the love of a magnificent and beautiful man. But I still wonder: what does he see in me?

"They are coming to greet us, love," he whispered delicately in my ear as he brushed my cheek so softly every cell in my body reacted. He was no better off in the composure department; elation unmistakably written on his face and body. "We should get ready,"

Edward squeezed my hand gently to coax me forward into the fray. "Don't worry, Bella!" Edward whined with a straight face. "They won't bite." Playfully, he pronounced the word with altogether too many vowels and his dead pan delivery made his statement all the more incorrigible. He chuckled to himself.

"Not funny, Edward...." I said, sarcastically, not especially enjoying his teasing me on a subject all to close to home, especially as my mood had so radically changed direction. "...not funny at all!" My words trailed off into silence as my attention faded and I walked a few steps away, searching my thoughts for the source of my unexplained anxiety. A silent alarm in my heart sounded and darkness quickly spread over my face settling into a deep crease across my brow.

"Oh, I see," he said mocking in protest of the injustice, "…you are allowed to bite me, but if I want to play..."

He was surprised I think when I didn't respond. To soothe me, he kissed the back of my hand, knowing it was just such gallantry that would earn him instantaneous forgiveness for any offense. When his cool lips parted from the kiss, he could not help but admire the sight of his mother's ring on my finger, and he brushed his thumb lovingly over the stones. With elegance and flattery intended to rekindle the spirit of joy, he played as a courtly suitor, bowing low as his offered his sincere apology, my hand, cradled in his like a precious bird, received an extended kiss.

"Oh, mademoiselle," he intoned in magnificent Parisian French accent, "what a lucky man I am to have persuaded you to become an honest woman...!"

His words barely registered in my self consciousness and I smiled limply. Edward was being playful. It was so unlike him, yet it was more unlike me to pass up the invitation to surrender to his oh-so-very irresistible charms.

"Bella?"

He was as confused as I was by my behavior. I didn't mean to ignore him. That was never my intention. In fact, my brain was somehow so completely occupied elsewhere although I wasn't sure exactly where. I was preoccupied with a thought that had yet to form completely in my mind and I tried to smile for real but I was sure my face twisted at best into a lemony grimace.

"Bella, are you alright?" he felt compelled to repeat his call, thinking perhaps I didn't hear him. But as the silence of the moment grew longer and fear mounted in his imagination he began searching for a clue to unlock whatever random thought was buzzing through my head that could have the power to stop me in my tracks.

"What's wrong, love?"

Even after his second question I was still held mute by some unknown force. My face was quiet, a blank expression masking my conflicting feelings. I looked in his face but my mouth did not move. I could not think.

"Bella, please talk to me, what's going on?" he begged with all the dignity he could muster. Concern was escalating to worry, lingering only a short step shy of fear. His majestic face twinkled faintly the fading light, but his eyes were tight. He was afraid.

"Love, you are scaring me!" he cried out in pain, "I beg you,—say something!"

It was an excruciating for him to wait for his suddenly mute fiancé to regain the capacity for speech. Gazing deeply into my eyes I suppose to find there a way inside my head he studied me with a growing anxiety. I could see it in his face, too. Once again this unique blindness to my thoughts terrified him, but he equally worried of what he would find if he could only hear my thoughts.

How it tortured him that the one person who could completely hide from his gift was the only person he desired to know most of all! I would willingly give him the one thing he desired more than any other. Since he already had the key to my heart I would give him the key to my mind. But that was not possible…

I touched my palm to his face, squeezing his cheek and smiled weakly. Hot tears instantly appeared and rolled over my crimson cheek unabashedly confirming there was trouble ahead and somehow he summoned the courage to ask the question he feared more than any other. With a blank face to protect him, he whispered the unthinkable,

"Bella, have you changed your mind? You don't want to get married?"

His velvet voice trembled, the words instantly dissolving into the wetness of the night.

My eyes darted to see his face. Suddenly, filled with horror, the sound of his voice and the image of his pain, the present here-and-now reality instantly pulled me out from my daydream.

"Oh Edward, NO!" I gasped, awakened finally by the sound of his pain. "…no, no... oh, my darling, it's nothing like that!"I said, trying to reassure him, drawing him close to me, wrapping by arms around his neck, plying him with soft kisses of penance. I gasped and tears rushed to my eyes. "I will never change my mind, Edward—ever!" I held his face in my hands, pulling my fingers through his hair to show him I will never let go.

"Look at me, Bella." He pulled me by the shoulders, his tortured eyes scanning very aspect of my expression for a hint of what lay beneath. "Whatever it is, please, tell me before I collapse...just tell me what is wrong, love?"

Every second of every day, Edward lived in fear of causing me pain and yet I seemed to be destined to cause him to suffer repeatedly from my many human frailties. As much as my words helped ease his mind, my down-cast eyes did absolutely nothing to help relieve his worry. In fact, it probably made it worse because he wondered if I was telling the truth. He deserved an explanation…and I was not entirely sure I had one to give.

"It is just that...well," I stumbled before I started, "oh,… I don't know..."

Fresh tears tangled in a heavy sigh of self pity. I longed to find the words ease his doubt. I could not help but try to brush away the furrow of his brow. Although he was twisted in tension, his eyes peered down with love. I didn't deserve the momentary pleasure of his gaze.

My mind raced. How could I put into words something I didn't understand myself? Out of the ether I understood. The moment we had both longed for was slipping away and I was afraid what we shared right now would be soon dashed. With every step the Cullen clan drew closer across the field, I knew that very soon this precious wisp of time will be displaced, lost in the sea of emotion and the chaos of wedding-making. More than anything I wanted to bottle it like a rare and beautiful perfume and safeguard it like a treasure so I would never forget this feeling.

"I want to savor our moment, Edward, you know... before..." My voice trailed off, not quite sure if anything could begin to explain my confusion. "...well, you know...".

Exasperated to madness, he held me by the shoulders trying to connect with my averted, slightly embarrassed face, frantically trying to catch the fat tears that rolled slowly off my chin.

"No, I don't know! Please, just say it! This is torture, Bella. Spit it out!" he cried, trembling.

"It seems silly to say it out loud, Edward. I feel stupid." I sniffled wishing that I had been a better able to disguise these kinds of things and angry with myself for being simultaneously so obtuse and such a baby. To complete the picture, I pouted, which only reinforced my vision of childishness.

"... maybe," I stammered, "maybe I just don't want to share you yet! That's all…"

The excuse was empty, but honest. Even when I struggled unsuccessfully to overcome my character flaw which threatened the happiest day of my life: I am only human.

" I don't want to lose...this feeling I have right now. Can you understand that?" I pleaded. They will be here any second...and then, well, I'm afraid, I will…forget...that's all."

Sheepishly, I buried my face in his chest and held on tightly, hoping against hope that he would not run away from the craziest human on the planet whom he stupidly proposed to and was now stuck with for all eternity. "I am a selfish, greedy, utterly unworthy human. I am sorry..." I shook my head chastising myself.

"I will never understand what you see in me, Edward." I couldn't find the fight to hold the tears that threatened to fall.

As he stood in contemplation of the hyper-sensitivity of his bride, he stroked my cheek with his tops of his long cool fingers to wash away the track of wetness staining my cheek. I melted into his steady protection and sighed contentedly to be relieved of the burden of my emotional tension. A tender sympathy enveloped him and he smiled sweetly, perhaps in admiration of naïveté. He held my face close to his, my hot cheeks scalding his cool palms, his sad eyes fading into a twinkling delight; his words caressed my fears and soothed my agitation.

"My silly Bella," he said, softly chuckling. His cool breath washed over me as he pulled me close to take my mouth into his. "…it is my job to never let you forget…"

A new volley of tears tumbled out and my pursed lids fluttered and he cradled me in his unconditional love. Our lips met softly at first but young passion, melding the fire and ice of our connection was pushed almost to the edge. I gasped for want of oxygen.

I wanted to give myself to him more than ever. His touch excited me and his kiss stole my capacity for speech, but his promise to love me forever no matter how stupid I am—this is a priceless gift, indeed.

My relief quickly popped like a balloon as my mind once again flooded with images of the chaos the next few weeks would bring. In spite of the myriad of unknown bridal horrors that awaited me, I surrendered my resistance and sighed with resignation.

"I guess I have been through a lot worse, right? Vampire Mafia? Newborn Armies? Self-righteous werewolves?" I half-heartedly mumbled, "I guess I can handle one day being a Barbie Doll, right?"

My voice was hollow with grim memories best forgotten. Such thoughts were entirely inappropriate for this moment—while passionately kissing my fiancé under the stars on the evening of our engagement.

Although what I said was perfectly accurate, my words created a new opportunity to hurt him. I didn't mean that I thought our wedding was something to be 'endured' like a trial, but I fear it came out that way. If he was insulted, he didn't let on. I was grateful for that.

"No doubt it will be crazy, Bella, but it will also be wonderful, don't you think?" Edward's cool mouth, tripping lazily from my lips to my ear successfully dispelled the tidal wave of anxiety, if only momentarily. His kisses marked me with a perfume that burned hot on my skin. My hopelessly romantic fiancé's eyes peered deeply into mine. His long black lashes batted softly on my cheek. I giggled—he was tickling me with his butterfly kisses. "I can't wait to see you, my bride," he beamed with pride. "I have dreamt of that moment..."

No matter how wonderful being together will be there would be no debate: our impending wedding in little more than a month would spawn nothing but craziness will follow the announcement. There will be the obvious small town/small minded and sordid rumors that we had to get married. Being the Chief's daughter and Doctor Cullen's son, the social pressures to include all the good citizens Forks in every celebration will be suffocating.

To pull off a wedding worthy of Alice's approval, there was a lot of work to be done in a very short period of time. I could practically taste the madness of extravagance and the endless days of bridal insanity with Alice in the lead. There was also the minor matter of facing my parents who I expect will either drop dead, start a war, and/or kill me on the spot! I shuttered, anxiety overwhelming my already stressed out body. I was certifiable and we haven't even told anybody yet!

Sadly, the lovely diversion of Edward's kiss was insufficient to have a lasting effect against such horrors of a bride's mind. I should have kept my mind focused on his mouth, but once again I failed. Even without superhuman telepathy Edward knew what I was thinking. My face gives away; especially what I most want to hide.

If my sweaty palms were not enough of a clue, certainly the body tension that gripped me must have tipped him off to the fact that I was obsessing again on the ordeal that lay ahead. As distracting and inviting as he was, even Edward could only provide a momentary respite from the wedding machine and he knew it.

"You know...." he mused; nuzzling his face into hollow of my neck sent me into a fit of ticklish giggles. "My original proposal still stands..." he whispered hauntingly, his cool tongue tracing the crevices he found there. "We could be in Vegas by morning," he murmured invitingly, "... just you, me, and Elvis..." He chuckled to himself with the image.

"I love it when you laugh at your own jokes." I interrupted, but I didn't break his rhythm.

"...you could wear these fabulously well-tailored blue jeans, of yours," His electric touch pushed my already hyper sensitized brain almost to the edge of reason. His delicious sweet breath was a cool breeze delightfully dancing over me. His tongue dangerously traced the route of my pounding pulse and the play of his teeth so near to my blood created a whirl-wind, the opposing emotions of fear and desire that left me breathless. I could scarcely concentrate on his words. With all the excitement and now this teasing, my scent was stronger than ever. He took a deep breath of me.

"We could do it...tonight!" he murmured, tugging on my belt loops to press my hips suggestively against his. His eyebrows curled, impressed with his own innuendo and a little moan slipped out me unconsciously. I gasped with his forwardness and the hint of his excitement that I could not mistake pressing softly against my hip.

I believed his invitation was entirely earnest, although I was more interested in my body's response to his discovery of my desire than anything he was talking about. I wanted him so much I could taste it.

"Vegas or Reno, whatever..." he said, rocking my hips in his hands as if it was his habit, "…we'll get one of those motels with a heart shaped bed and a champagne-glass hot tub?" Shocked back to my senses with the image of Edward in one of these tacky places I began to protest in earnest, pushing him away from me. But before I could adequately register my feelings, I was sidetracked by something so absolutely unexpected that even Alice's visions could not have foreseen this as possible. Right there, in the middle of the field, as his family was approaching en masse, Edward knelt at my feet to serenade me.

"Mirrors on the ceiling, pink champagne on ice" he sang at the top of his lungs "...Welcome to the Hotel California..." he crooned. He was deadly serious in his invitation delivered in song. It was all too much. I never realized Edward harbored an inner rock star.

""I can't believe you!" I squealed, barely able to keep from screaming in laughter at this obvious display of post-engagement psychosis. "Do you even know that that song is about?"

"I dunno," he said, trying to sound hip and casual, "...sounds pretty romantic to me?" He purred extravagantly, whisking me off the ground in a dizzying spin, he continued unabashedly, throwing his head back and once again crying out in a loud voice.

"…we are all just prisoners here... of our own device..."

I had to smile, not just at the gross solution he proposed or his highly suspect choice of song, but I delighted to witness his complete surrender to human love madness.

"Don't you like my song, Bella?" he mewed, "…well, let me see..."

Muttering through his mental playlist, he began to hum softly his new favorite songs of twisted romance, inappropriate for the moment, perhaps, but definitely entertaining.

"I want to sleep with you in the desert tonight, with a million stars all around....I get a peaceful easy feeling..."

He is nothing but adorable when he is trying so hard to make me laugh.

"…since when did you start listening to The Eagles?" I enquired haughtily. Surely changing speech patterns was one thing, but listening to modern music...that was shocking behavior and another obvious sign that I was corrupting him.

"If I didn't know better, Edward, I'd say you been drinking!" I scolded him in mock contempt. "Are you on drugs, young man?"

It was so rare that I relished shaking my finger at him. But he was quick to turn the tables on me.

"If I am drunk, my darling," he whispered, turning my face to meet his gaze, his cool fingers softly lingering on the lace edge of my camisole..."…it is because I am intoxicated by you. And yes, you must indulge me; you are my drug of choice."

Edward was in rare form; shifting emotional gears smoother than Alice's Porsche, skating effortlessly from one ridiculous idea to the next. He was a crazy teenager after all.

"I hope that Carlisle has his bag with him," I said, wriggling out of his grasp, he would not let me go, and we laughed at my wasted effort. "...you need to be sedated..."

Secretly, I was more than delighted to see my darling, husband-to-be, practically levitating in the rapture that I always felt when ever he was near me. Rising from his knees, he pulled me closer, his fingers lashed still holding my exposed belt loops captive, and his hypnotic stare dazzling me with the magnetic pull of his presence. I found myself slipping easily into his arms, and once again, I was reminded how I am eternally breathless with desire for him.

His warm eyes blazed with lust, not his thirst, and he pulled me closer to meet his body in an embrace. Rolling his hands from my ribs to my hips, I felt the heat rise in me and my body reacted with a flush of blood across my chest and between my thighs. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but I could only hope we were thinking the same thing. Pulling my hips closer to his, I could feel him throbbing just out of my reach and I gasped. With a slow hand at the small of my back, he held me tight I arched against the pressure building in me, aching for his touch. He smiled and took my cheek into his palm, and sighed.

"You are so beautiful in the moonlight, Bella," he said, his voice low and seductively delicious.

As if in slow motion he bent low to meet me in a kiss. With eyes wide open, his cool and inviting mouth called to the very core of me; hunger to take him raged in me and a little sound escaped my lips in anticipation. Inching forward frame by frame, as if a movie of the moment was playing in my head, I watched as his lips parted to me as if it were the most natural thing in the world and I trembled with surprise. My heart raced to taste him, to know if he was like salt, like rain, like the pins and needles electricity of a sleepy awakening. For a moment, he released me only to capture my swollen lips again and again, each time more hungry than the time before, each kiss more urgent in its need to take me into his mouth and devour me and then as I lay limp in his firm embrace, my ragged breath falling with the tide of conflicting emotion, our lips met once more and his breath filled my body with the depth of his perfume.

I shivered, not from the cold as his tongue grazed my lower lip like a hummingbird, almost invisible fright in motion. I lost track of the ground, of the stars, of everything but the sound of my heart pounding like a drum and the cold brush of his tongue in my mouth..

He moaned and the palms of his hands held firmly on my hips, as if reassuring himself the moment was real. All fear and boundary discarded, his kiss deepened, suckling me in with a wider and wider invitation to enter him. I gasped both for oxygen and in surprise

"How's about it, Bella?" He cocked his head back and forth ridiculously like a cocker spaniel though his eyes were dark with a desire he could not hide with humor. "Vegas? ...or Maybe Reno would be better...? What do you say, hmmm?"

Although, it was tempting to run away, my answer flowed out without thinking. Somehow, deep in my subconscious, I obviously knew my feeling on the matter was absolutely clear, non negotiable and all together surprising.

"Not a chance, Edward." My eyes scowled, mocking a growl of discontent, "It's the whole package or nothing."

He tried to suppress his glee as he smiled sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh, ok...my darling, we'll do it your way, then...since it means that much to you." I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist and pulled him closer.

"It does." I nodded emphatically and with all seriousness. "If we are getting married, we will do it the right way—no shortcuts! That is what I want and that is final."

I think he was afraid I would take him up on the expedient, if tacky, alternative wedding plan. He tried to not seem too smug in his victory, but smug he was...I wanted a wedding and I would be his bride. He had no self control to reign in his feelings they were painted on his face like a billboard.

I was more surprised than he. I knew how much the wedding meant to him and I was not going to deny him the pleasure of human experience it would bring. There was Alice to consider—if we ran away, would she decide to go square dancing with a wood chipper or something equally gruesome. The argument to convince my parents that we are grown-up enough to be married was not going to be helped if we ran away to Vegas.

No, a wedding it must be.

No matter what might happen, there was little chance of masking his delight and I had no interest in trying. We took a few steps, the mist of the evening's fog building a wall, obscuring the house from view; the candle light diffusing into a mysterious haze.

"Well, well, well!" he said with a sigh of satisfaction, taking a moment to down shift from his mania. "...it appears we have overcome our impasse!" He clapped his hands, rubbing them conspiratorially. "We have a successful resolution to our predicament!

"Resolution…are you kidding me?" I howled with laughter. "We are starting a revolution!

"Never fear, mademoiselle" he said with fortitude, bowing graciously, "I will protect you!"

"...what have you got to worry about?" I grumbled, knowing he couldn't possibly understand.

He stood with his hands on his hips like a much-more-than-beautiful Captain America. I could almost see the cape floating in the wind. "You're bullet proof!"

Confronting my parents with the news of my upcoming wedding would be infinitely more dangerous than fighting off an army of newborn vampires. I knew it and deep down. I think he knew it too.

"The only question that remains is... are you ready to face the music?"


A/N: There is no doubt in my mind that Edward would dig The Eagles Greatest Hits after finding it in Rene's CD player in Florida. Absolutely Carlisle would certainly want to bless both their union and Bella's joining the family in a spiritual ceremony. And The Women would no doubt want to celebrate in style--especially since they had so long to plan it all! The boys are just along for the ride but thrilled nonetheless.

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