A/n: I hope you guys liked the previous chapter. This chapter follows on to the last one. It's kind of a more in between chapter. It's not very long but it sets up some stuff for later on in the story. Chapter 2

I stomped into the house. I felt terribly uncomfortable and more like a little girl's Barbie than ever before. Alice had insisted that she, at least, get to do my hair and make-up trials before I came home. And then to 'complete the look' or rather the humiliation, she forced me into some hideous pink stappy shirt and matching skirt.

I could hear Charlie in the living room, chatting way to someone. I groaned.

Charlie laughed his throaty laugh and then I hear the velvet voice of Edward. I came around the corner and stood in the door. Both men went deadly quiet as if they were two schoolboys caught in the act. I glared at Edward.

"You let this happen to me!" I indicated vaguely to my appearance and then proceeded to stomp to the kitchen. The laughter that followed me was almost deafening.

The phone rang and I was thankful for a distraction.

"Hello?"

"Bella, it's Jacob, I'm RSVPing, I won't be attending your wedding." And then the line went dead.

I was so stunned I didn't know how to respond. I stood with phone in my hand. Edward came in. He must have seen the shock in my face, because his brow creased in concern.

"What is it, love?"

"Jacob's not coming to the wedding." I replied, my mouth dry.

"Oh?" I saw Edward's face relax.

"Yeah, but I don't understand. I didn't send him an invitation. And I know Charlie didn't, and Alice wouldn't either."

I realized I still had the phone in my hand. I turned to put it back in the cradle. I didn't understand. Who would have sent him an invitation?

Comprehension dawned. I swiveled around to face Edward.

"You! You send him an invite!" I almost shouted the words. His face was perfectly composed.

"Yes." He spoke far more calmly than I would have liked.

"Unbelievable!" I did shout now and threw my hands into the air. I turned on my heels and rushed up the stairs. I could feel the stupid anger tears starting to take hold again.

Before I reached my bedroom, I heard Edward talking to Charlie again.

"I think I should go, give her some time to cool off."

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea." Charlie chortled.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, let me know what time you wanna go."

"Sure, I'll just see what Alice has on the agenda."

Oh great, I thought bitterly. Now Edward was bonding with my dad.

I was so angry, I simply kicked off the stupid skirt and pulled on the bottoms of my pajamas, not bothering with the shirt.

I sat with my back up against the headboard of my bed. I was too annoyed to sleep and I hardly even noticed the headboard was pressing uncomfortably into my back. I had to talk to Edward before I went to sleep. I pulled my knees to my chest and hugged them tightly as a sudden shiver ran down my back.

I felt a little pang of sadness reverberated around the tear in my heart, cutting through the irritation. Edward was mine forever and Jacob wasn't anymore and I should accept that. But did Edward have to make it so difficult! Jacob and I had decided to be friends but that didn't mean that it still didn't nearly kill me when I saw that he was in pain. I hated that I couldn't have both. I couldn't have my human soul mate without hurting my existence mate and in the same turn I couldn't have my existence mate without losing my soul mate. I was driving me crazy.

I heard Charlie slouch past my door on the way to bed and I knew Edward would be here soon. I was still fuming and I couldn't seem to compose myself. I didn't want to hurt Edward with the thought of Jacob, but I was to angry at his actions.

Edward silently slipped though my window. He crossed to the bed and tried to wrapped his arms around me and gently pull me to his chest but I resisted.

Reading my mood, he tenderly asked, "Are you still angry?"

"Yes, I'm angry at you." I said, I could feel the tears starting to form again.

Edward pressed his lips to my neck as I turned my face away from him. He clearly thought this was just another one of my trivial 'I'm angry at you' 's.

"Why?" He wrapped his arm around my waist and this time succeeded at pulling me close.

"I asked you not to send Jake an invite."

"Yes."

"And you did."

"Yes."

"When I told you not to?" I clarified again. I still hadn't looked at him. I knew that if I looked at those perfect angel features, I wouldn't be able to hold onto my anger.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because it's what I would have wanted, being in his position and because he's your best friend."

"I told you not to for a reason. I've hurt him more than I can ever forgive myself for. And that didn't help any."

Edward was silent for a moment. "I'm sorry." He pressed his lips to my throat again.

"Would you just not! Would you not touch me at the moment or speak. I need to be angry at you and I can't if you're being irresistible. I need to be angry at you now so that I can work through it. Otherwise, I'll just be all angry at you tomorrow again." I spoke the words with a little more malice than I intended it.

"Oh." Edward's voice was filled an indefinable hurt but he complied. He released my waist, almost simultaneously appearing at the other side of my room, in the rocking chair.

I sat perfectly still for a second, composing myself and working through the anger. I looked anywhere but at him.

He did have a point and I knew that he was right. I should want my best friend at my wedding. I knew that he was being sincere. I breathed in deeply several times.

As the waves of rage started to slow, I dropped my eyes from the ceiling and looked at the pagan god in a faded rocking chair. He was looking at me with a strange mixture of sadness and intrigue.

Okay, I'm not angry anymore, I decided. The last wave of anger subsided into a mere ripple and focused on that angelic face with its perfect features.

"I'm not angry anymore." I told him.

He gave a small smile. "Does that mean I can talk again?"

"Yes. Edward, do you understand why I was angry?" I was trying something new. I was trying some stupid conflict management technique I'd seen on one of those horrible daytime talk shows.

"Yes, I do. I'm sorry too. I should have talk to you first, before I acted."

"Thank you." I slipped out of bed and into his lap. I cuddled into his marble chest as he folded his arms around me.

"Am I forgiven?"

My eyes were closed and I was drinking in his intoxicating scent.

"Yes, I suppose you are." I smiled up at him as I trailed my fingertips along his jaw. "Are you now bonding with my father?" I inquire, in a teasing tone. I wanted to make up for my hostile behavior of earlier.

"Something like that."

"What do you mean something like that?"

"I can't tell you."

"What do you mean 'I can't tell you'?" I was starting to get annoyed again.

"It's a surprise, I suppose and I can't tell you."

"What kind of surprise?" my eyes narrowed in suspicion. I didn't do well with surprises.

Edward read the hostility in my voice. "The good kind, I promise."

I didn't trust that oh-to-smooth way in which he reassured me, but I dropped it. I instead put my head to Edward's chest and closed my eyes and I slipped into a dream world nowhere near as good as reality.

A/n: I suppose I should also just tell you my updating is erratic. I tend to update only once I'm happy with a chapter and sure it won't contradict with other parts of the story.

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