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"Bella!" Alice hissed, "It's almost time! Oh Bella, are you…" she came over and wiped the tears from my cheek. "Why?"

I sniffled and shrugged.

"It's an emotional time for me. I won't see anyone forever. AND not all of us get married every three years," I said, thinking of Emmett and Rosalie. Alice grinned.

"Oh come on, you might be able to squeeze a few phone calls in every now and then. It's not like they're gone forever," she said, pulling my small veil over my head. "Lets go," and so, with me trembling and Alice pulling, we finally made it to Charlie. He smiled when he saw me and gave me a hug which I gratefully returned. This was the last night I would ever see him. The tears came again.

"Aw Bell. Don't cry, this is your special night. Be happy," Charlie hurriedly comforted. He was not good at comforting emotional women. I laughed at his nervous tone.

"Thanks dad," I said as the wedding march began playing. I took his arm and stepped out into the aisle. Putting on foot in front of the other, Charlie and I slowly walked to the alter amidst the 'ooo's' and 'aahh's. I blushed, looking anywhere but Edwards's eyes, because I knew that if I looked, I wouldn't resurface, then probably trip and fall. Somehow, I made it to the alter without falling. Charlie let go of my arm and gave me his crinkly eyed smile before going to sit with Renee and Phil. I took a deep breath and stood in front of Edward. My deep breath caught in my throat as I looked at my future husband. It was like prom, but better. His pale skin glowed (not sparkled) in his snug fitting tuxedo. The old priest began the ceremony. I stared into his eyes not really hearing what he was saying. Edward winked at me.

"Do you, Edward Cullen, take Isabella Marie Swan as your lawful wife?"

"I do," said Edward in his silky velvet voice.

"Do you promise to care for her through sickness and death, for better or worse…?"

"Yes,"

The man turned to me.

"Do you Isabella Swan take Edward Stephen Cullen as you lawful husband?" he asked in his withered voice.

I struggled to find mine.

"I do," my voice cracked.

"Do you promise to care for him through sickness and death, for better or worse…?"

"Yes," I managed to gasp.

"Then I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride,"

Edward lifted the veil, and, after shooting me my favourite crooked grin, kissed me gently. I kissed him back, with as much love and passion as I could, wrapping my arms around his neck. I was faintly aware of the soft sobs from Renee, and the clapping of the audience, especially Charlie. I felt his body tense, ever so slightly, as my lips parted and I pressed myself to him, but he did not break the kiss. Finally I was the one who had to disrupt the kiss, gasping for air. Still, he did not let go of me, putting his arm around my waist. Huge smiles stretched across both of our faces as we walked down the short flight of steps and down to out guests. Renee was already in front of me and had her arms around of me, screaming. Despite my dislike for getting over emotional, I screamed with her. I caught Edward suppress a grin as he shook Charlie's hand.

"I can't believe you're married!" Renee choked. As she pulled back, I noted the tears pouring down her face. I laughed.

"Well, I am,"

"I know…EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" After all the screaming, I was a bit relieved when Charlie took me from Renee to hug me.

"My little girl," HE muttered, nearly crushing me. Despite the fact that this was one of my last moments with him, it was still painful.

"Dad?" I gasped, gesturing to the suffocation. He loosened his grip, but still held me.

"Why do I get the feeling that this is my hug goodbye," he whispered. I cringed. There were small tears glassing up my eyes.

"Because it just might be," I choked. Charlie noted my tone and pulled away, and gave me an awkward kiss on the cheek.

"Well, I'm glad I got it," Then he let me go to calm Renee down, as Phil was doing a pretty lame job of it.

"So Mrs. Edward Cullen, shall we dance?" a musical voice said, his arms wrapping around my waist. In spite if myself, I smiled at the name. I turned around and kissed him.

"Yes, we shall,"

He grinned and took me in his arms and we began to twirl to the music. I laughed as he dipped me down and then flung me back up again.

"Ahem," I looked round. Charlie was standing there again, looking uncomfortable. I could also see Renee waiting. Waiting for him to dance with me. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"C'mon Charlie, lets see what skills you have," I separated myself for Edward and reached towards Charlie for the second time, possibly last. Charlie didn't really know what to do, so we just swayed back and forth. Renee was smiling now, not paying attention to Phil, her dance partner. Charlie and I didn't talk. We were more comfortable that way. If this was the last time I saw him, I it wasn't so bad. We swayed a few more minutes until the song ended. We both dropped our arms and Charlie hurried away. Again, I was in Edwards's arms, dancing and twirling dipping, pulling away. Gr, what now? Now Jacob was there, with Emma on his arms.

"You mind if we swap partners?" asked Emma in her beautiful voice.

"Not at all," said Edward generously, stepping back. Jacob took me and we danced. Not the way Edward and I had, but not the swaying Charlie and I had done.

"So," I said.

"So, you're married to a vampire," said Jacob, grinning my grin for the second time that night. I grinned back.

"Yup, you probably will be too,"

"Soon," he laughed. I blinked. Soon?

"How soon?" I questioned cautiously.

"A few months," he said, "Do you think you and your family would come?" he asked. That I wasn't sure about.

"I don't know Jake, we might, but I doubt it if you invite Charlie," I told him.

"I don't get why you can't see your family after your…you know…" he trailed of suggestively.

"I think it's because I will change. You know my eyes to gold…or red…"

Jacob didn't say anything.

"And my body will go cold," I added.

Still nothing.

"But if I can get Edward or Carlisle to listen, maybe," I continued looking up at him.

"Okay," Jacob said.

"Okay then," For the rest for the dance we were silent. When the song ended, he kissed me gently and briefly on the lips and we headed back to Edward and Emma. They were sitting on a couple of chairs, not talking. Without speaking Edward walked to me and took me back on the dance floor, Emma doing the same with Jacob.

Three Hours Later.

I was hugging Renee and Charlie goodbye…forever. I refused to let go of both of them, holding on tight. Never before had I ever wanted my parents with me… together like this before. Renee laughed.

"Bella, your acting like you'll never see us again," she chuckled, and, with the help of Charlie, loosed the choke hold around their necks.

"Well, Bell, thanks for having us at your wedding, I hope you don't forget to drop your old man a letter every once and a while," said Charlie, starting towards the door. I smiled.

"I won't," I lied. Just as Charlie was about to open the door, Renee stopped him.

"Charlie! Come here and give me a hug goodbye!" she said. Charlie gave her a disbelieving look, but when she opened her arms and pointed to the space between them, he ambled forward and hugged her. I, for one, was in shock. I had never seen them hug, or even make much more contact than a handshake. I became even more dumbfounded when Renee kissed Charlie briefly on the lips. Just a small peck. I think Charlie nearly fainted. They pulled away awkwardly and then Charlie left. Renee sighed.

"Poor thing. We should get up to see him more often now that Bella's left him, right Philly?" she said, nudging her husband. He grunted, dragging her to the door.

"Bye Bella! Hope to see you soon!"

And the door was shut. The room was empty. Except for me and Edward. He turned to me.

"Ready for me to take up my end of the bargain?"

My breath caught in my throat.

A/N" laughs evilly I'm just full of cliffies today! Well, there's chapter three! REVIEW! Oh, and I apologize for not updating sooner.

MJ