A/N/ you guys have no idea how psyched I am that you are enjoying the story! I know a few of you would like to have Edward and Bella return, and I promise you that they will be back into the story later. Now without furtherado, here is the wedding of Leah and Jake. I hope you enjoy it as much as I liked writing it!

I woke up the next morning to the sound of Sam and Paul bursting through my bedroom door. This startled me awake, and I fell off my bed, smacking my head on the hardwood floor.

"Thanks, assholes." I grumbled as I got to my feet, rubbing my temples.

"Aw, Jakey, don't be mad; it's your wedding day!" Paul chimed, putting me in a headlock and giving me a noogie. I punched him in the stomach and shook out my hair before grinning at the both of them. I hadn't been happier in my life. I could feel both of their eyes on me, and I could see the sadness in Paul's eyes—he had been begging Rachel to marry him for the past year and a half, but she is still persistent about graduating college before she settles down. She loves him—he knows that—but I can see that it's killing him inside to have already witnessed his two best friends marry.

"You look so happy, man. I'm really glad you're finally happy."

"I feel complete. I finally knew what I was missing all along; I kept chasing after something that was never mine, and all I did was go farther and farther away from the precious love that had been there for me all along. Thank God Bella left; my eyes wouldn't have opened had she not."And as I said those words, for the first time in my life, my stomach didn't ache when I said her name, nor did my heart sink at the sound of it, knowing she would never be mine. Now, when I so much as think about the name Leah, my heart accelerates, and my stomach begins to buzz, my heart melting into my ribs

"Man, Jake, that's pretty deep."

"I know it may sound hokey, but I love her. I can't live without her."

"Did you imprint? Jake, how could you not have told us?" Sam's brow was furrowed, and I saw a frown on his face.

"No… unfortunately not… but I know that there's no one I would rather be with than Leah. Nobody—no stranger—would change that." I saw the doubt in Sam's eyes—he most likely felt the same way about Leah before he met Emily—but I know I'm different. I know I won't ever leave her, as long as I live. She is my life, my purpose. Without her, I am nothing. My life has neither meaning nor value.

Needless to say, I am ready.

The wedding was set to begin at three o'clock sharp, and it is now four thirty. Nearly all the guests have arrived, and I am nearly about to burst from my skin as the anticipation and excitement flow through my veins. Sam is holding onto one of my arms, with Jared on my other side, gently patting me on the back.

"Relax, man. You can do this; you've been waiting for this all your life. Everything is going to be fine."

"But what if I forget what to say? What if I screw up my vows?" I had been replying in my head my vows over and over again, nearly saying them in my sleep. Paul had almost shoved his tie down my throat, because he claims that he himself has my vows memorized, verbatim.

"You won't. I thought I would forget my vows, but when the moment came, with Emily standing before me, it was as if it was never a struggle at all. My vows were perfect; exactly as I had written them." Sam reassured me.

I sure hoped he was right.

Two forty five. All the guests have taken their seats, as well as the bride's maids and their dates, and Emily, the maid of honor. Our Priest, Harold, one of Billy's fishing buddies, if perched at the altar with me. The wedding is everything Leah seemed to have pictured. Row after row of white chairs are covered in a canopy of white twinkling lights, with a snaked trail of red rose petals weaving a way for Leah's aisle. It ends at a white pavilion, in which we would be married in.

Sam catches my eye and gives me thumbs up, while Jared signals for me to take a deep breath. I merely nod my head, acknowledging their gestures, and close my eyes, praying for everything to go as planned.

When "The Wedding March" began playing from the organ—Collin's mom—my heart nearly stopped. I heard hushed gasps from the crowd as Leah made her way down the aisle—her right arm hooked with Seth's. She looked painfully beautiful. Although she had her veil on, it was as if I could see straight through it. Her hair was in soft, bouncy ringlets. Her makeup was subtle, yet just enough to accent the perfect way her eyelashes fan out around her chocolate brown, doe eyes. Her earrings are diamonds, dangling down to almost her shoulder, and her dress accented her figure in just the right way… I thought I was going to have a heart attack at the altar.

In addition to her veil, she wore a diamond encrusted headband, along with a heart necklace. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever lay eyes on, and she was all mine. I side-glanced at Sam, and his eyes were about to bulge from his skull—as were all the other bride's maid's dates. I suppose they never saw Leah and her true beauty before.

As they approached the pavilion, Leah took her steps one at a time; precisely placing both feet on each marble step before ascending the next four steps to the altar. Seth winked at me as they stood in front of us, and Harold cleared his throat before beginning the ceremony.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered together on this beautiful afternoon, in the presence of God, to share with Leah and Jacob as they exchange vows of their everlasting love. Who gives this woman to be married to this man?"

"Her Mother and I" replies Seth, and he places Leah's hand in mine and takes his place next to me. Leah gently squeezes my hand, and winks at me through her veil before turning to face Harold. I intertwine our fingers, take a deep breath, and do the same.

"As Leah and Jacob take their vows today, we are privileged to witness the joyous love of a new family—a family that will be nourished and nurtured through the devotion of two separate individuals growing together through the common bonds of love. May their marriage bring them the peace, joy, comfort and contentment that is known in the hearts of all God's children. And may Jacob and Leah both look forward to each new season of their marriage—just as the world looks forward to each new season of the year. For all seasons bring with them their own special moments and memories."

"An essential requirement of a good marriage is a strong bond of real friendship and trust. Leah and Jacob, your love for each other will grow deeper with every passing day, but it's important to remember that your love stands on a foundation of genuine, mutual affection and respect for each other. To truly love another person is to be willing to accept both their strong points, and their weak points, with equal measures of understanding and respect."

The vows you are about to exchange will serve as a verbal representation of the non-verbal emotions that are as real as anything that can be seen, heard, or touched; for it is not the words that you will speak today that will bond you together as one—but the strength of the love and commitment found deep within your souls.

"At this time, I'll ask you, Jacob, and you, Leah, to face each other and take each other's hands. Jacob, will you take Leah to be your wife, your partner in life and your one true love? Will you cherish her friendship and love her today, tomorrow and forever? Will you trust and honor her, laugh with her and cry with her? Will you be faithful through good times and bad, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?"

"I, Jacob, take you, Leah, to be my partner, loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know. I promise to love and cherish you through whatever lie may bring us, and I promise to fall in love with you more than I did the day before. I will be yours in times of plenty, and in times of want; in tomes of sickness, and in times of health. In times of joy and in times of sorrow, in times of failure, and in times of triumph. I promise to respect you, and to care and protect you; to comfort and encourage you, and to stay with you for eternity. I do." I whispered, sliding her wedding band into place.

"Leah, will you take Jacob to be your husband, your partner in life and your one true love? Will you cherish his friendship and love him today, tomorrow and forever? Will you trust and honor him, laugh with him and cry with him? Will you be faithful through good times and bad, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?"

"I Leah, take you Jacob, to be my partner in life—my one true love. I will cherish our union and love you more with each coming day and I will trust you, respect you, laugh with you, and cry with you. I take you to be my constant friend, and my faithful partner from this day forward. In the presence of God, our family, and friends, I offer my solemn vow to love you faithfully, through good times and bad, regardless of the obstacles we may face together. I give you my hand, my heart, and my love, from this day forward, until death do us part. I do." She murmured, gently sliding the wedding band onto Leah's my left ring finger.

And together, in perfect unison, we both continued with, "Entreat me not to leave you, or to return from following after you, for where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people, and your God will be my God. And where you die, I will die, and there I will be buried. May the Lord do with me and more, if anything but death parts you from me."

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

As the words I've been waiting to hear all my life were spoken, I gently lifted the veil from Leah's face, gently cupping her face in my hand. I bent down and pressed her lips to mine, sealing our lives together.

Leah and I decided to do things old fashion, and after we were married, we "ran" into a limo, and drove away. As far as Leah knows, we are on our way to Seattle, to take our flight to Fiji. However, I arranged to make a small stop on the way; Port Angeles. If I had the timing right, we would be arriving just as sunset began.

We are currently in the limo, and I have my arm around Leah as she rests her head on my chest. Her eyes are closed, and we sit in silence, with our fingers intertwined together.

"I love you," I murmur into her hair, kissing the top of her head.

"I love you, too, Jake." She whispers. And with that, she sighs and gently falls asleep into a soft slumber, in the protection of my arms.

When we finally reached the beach, I led Leah to the doc which stretched farthest into the sea, staring out into the sunset. I stood behind her and wrapped my arms around her, with her head on my shoulder. I kissed the crown of her head, and she sighed contently.

In time the glowing, cratered moon began its seeming rise from the sea, casting a prism of light across the slowly darkening water, splitting itself into a thousand different parts, each more beautiful than the last. At exactly the same moment, the sun was meeting the horizon in the opposite direction, turning the sky red and orange and yellow, as if heaven above had suddenly opened its gates and let all its beauty escape its holy confines. The ocean turned golden silver as the shifting colors reflected off it, waters rippling and sparkling with the changing light, the vision glorious, almost like the beginning of time. The sun continued to lower itself, casting its glow as far as the eye could see, before finally, slowly, vanishing beneath the waves. The moon continued its slow drift upward, shimmering as it turned a thousand different shades of yellow, each paler than the last, before finally becoming the color of the stars. Leah watched all this in silence, my arm tight around her. As the sky was finally turning to black and the first twinkling lights began to appear in the distant southern sky, I took her in my arms. I gently kissed both her eyelids, the tip of her nose, and then, finally, her lips.

Being with Leah made me realize what love truly is. Love is every emotion, tangled together and woven into a delicate web, beautiful and complicated…a web so fragile that it can be brushed away by a stroke of the hand, and yet so strong, that once it has you trapped in it, you will become more and more tangled in it. Some people may not even see the web as they go through their garden of life; some may fly into it unexpectedly, and some spend their whole life searching for it, this glittering evasive thread of love that joins so many lives together in so many wondrous ways. What does love feel like? Love feels like your heart is about to break and burst and burn to ashes, all at the same time. Love feels like the whole world is suddenly beautiful, and happy. Love feels like you can do anything and be anyone, except you don't have to—because this love is all that you need. Some people claim that you cannot live without breathing. I believe that just as equally, we cannot live without love. We will be alive, but not living, unless we are loved. Love fills your spirit like oxygen fills your lungs. Love feels like every single feeling—the joy that you have found it, the sorrow that so many do not know it, and that so many suffer trying to find it. The fear that you might lose it, the anger that you should have ever have had to live without it. The hope that it might transcend all else, and be forever. Love changes everything, and since you are a foremost part of your view of everything, it changes you. In love, we are inspired to become better people, live better lives, and better the lives of others. It transforms the way we see the world, and better allows us to see the beauty in everything and everyone. We can see others more clearly, and we can hear them speak to us without words. We treasure even more closely the touch of each breeze, and the warmth of each smile, because only now that we have experienced such a love do we truly begin to understand what real loss really is. We fear to lose love, and at the same time, we trust it not to desert us. Love is beauty in its purest and yet most complex form. It can be seen in everything in many ways; from a mother loving her child, to two lovers in love with each other, to the gardener tending so lovingly to his flowers and to nature, to the child who nurses a pet spider. Love never fails to surprise, never ceases to amaze, and never stops growing inside us. Love can never be broken, only sometimes forgotten. Love is always there for those who are willing to see it; it is not the love that is scary, only the fear that we may lose it, or that we may be hurt. We fear to give another person the ability to harm us, ad we can only do that by opening up our loving heart to them. Love, and you will know the meaning of infinity. Love, and you will know the secret of your soul

And as the moon slowly began to appear in the night sky, I bent down, and slowly whispered in her ear, "That is exactly how I feel about you."

After watching the sunset, Leah and I were whisked away toward the airport. Our destination: Fiji. I was more than excited for the trip; it was my first real out-of-state, out-of-country trip in my life. Better yet, I was going there with my wife. On our honeymoon. Life couldn't get any better than this. My life was finally becoming what it was destined to be. I knew, now, for sure, that I would be a father.

We were at the terminal now, staring out the darkness of the airport and into the night sky. The stars were twinkling, winking down at all of earth's inhabitants. Leah was leaning into my chest, her eyelids closed. It was almost midnight; our flight was about to board. The trip would take about 23 hours, but that is only plane time. We planned to arrive in Fiji on March 28th, so that gives us a little more than a day to arrive.

"Newlyweds?" A voice chimed in to my left. It was the local anchorman, Todd Boatwright. He was dressed in casual clothes, holding a single carry-on.

"Yes." I murmured, lightly kissing Leah on her crown before turning my attention back to him. "You're Todd Boatwright, KING 5 TV." He smiled and looked out the window.

"Yup, that's me."

"Where are you heading out to?"

"Japan. I need to find myself." He sighed, frowning, and looked back at me with a sheepish smile. "You don't know how much I envy what you have right now; a wife… a family. I was in love with a girl named Miranda. We had dated for seven years, and on our seven years, six months anniversary, I asked her to marry me. Unfortunately she didn't feel the same way. She was crying because she was confused; said she needed to think, some time alone, but I already knew that our seven years were gone. She was supposed to be the one…" He swiftly wiped the corner of his eye, and slowly brought his gaze back to me.

"I'm so sorry, man. I went through something similar… I was crazy, head-over-heels for a childhood friend, and she chose the man I hated most in this world. My true enemy. No matter how many times I attempted to convince her that I was better for her, healthier for her… she was blind and deaf to my words and actions. He even left her once; she went into the deepest depression I've ever seen… she was literally withering away before my eyes. I comforted her—basically was her Band Aid—and just when I thought I had her, he came back. Then I moved on and I found Leah." Did he hear the way her name rolled off my tongue like a soft caress? Instinctually, I pulled her sleeping body closer to mine.

"Loves a funny thing, isn't it? It can cut you down, make you feel like the lowest of the low, but on the other hand, it makes you feel complete. That's what I see when I look at you and your wife. It almost hurts, to be honest. I just know that you'd never leave her side if she needed you, and that is what I need, what I hope, to find." He smiled again, but I saw the true pain behind them, and he picked up his briefcase.

"I should be going. My gate is boarding now. It was nice talking to you…"

"Jake. Jacob Black."

"It was nice meeting you, Jacob. I wish you and Leah the best."

"I hope you find her." I called after him.

A few moments later, the intercom came on, and our flight was called. Luggage in my left hand, and Leah in the other, we boarded our plane to paradise.