- July 13th, 2013-
I smiled as I stood at the altar, waiting for Bella as Charlie walked her down the aisle.
We were with our family and friends, gathered at the Corson Building, where our wedding was to take place. Jake and Edward were both dressed in a tux and by my side as my Best Men, and across from us, stood Alice and Angela, Bella's best friend, as Maids of Honor.
Bella looked beautiful and glowing in her white, one-shoulder dress which was simple yet very elegant at the same time. Soft waves of her hair framed her face and the rest wrapped around in a messy bun at the nape of her neck.
She wore a flower pin that matched the one in my own hair since we'd both agreed we wouldn't wear a veil. Neither of us used it, and we were both dressed in white, except that I wore a halter jumpsuit that Alice had a friend design and make for me.
Bella finally reached me and held my hand during the entire ceremony, whispering "I love you" whenever she could while our photographer took candid snapshots.
The evening passed quickly and soon enough Bella and I were cutting our cake. Charlie approached us afterward, along with my mother, and said, "Girls, Sue and I would like to give your wedding present now."
"Dad, you shouldn't have gotten us anything," Bella said.
"We didn't, so stop complaining. Here," he said, handing me a large manila envelope, "open it."
I opened the envelope and took out the papers inside. Bella leaned into me and we both read them over quickly. I looked up at Charlie and asked, "You're giving us your house?"
"Yes, all the expenses have been covered, but you still have to pay property taxes every year," he replied.
I shifted my gaze to my mother. "What about you guys? Where are you going to live?
"Charlie and I moved to our house in La Push, Leah. We decided you guys could live at Forks since you'll need it when you start your new job."
"My new job?" I asked, dumbfounded.
"I pulled some strings, so you'll be teaching Spanish at the beginning of the new school year at Forks High School," Charlie replied.
"Are you kidding me?" I shrieked.
Charlie put his hands in his pockets and fidgeted. "I know we should have asked you first, but I wanted this to be a surprise. You can say no to the job, but the house is still yours."
I handed Bella the papers and stepped forward, embracing Charlie in a hug. "No, this is perfect, Charlie. Thank you so much."
He wrapped his arms around me, returning the hug. "It's nothing really. I'll do anything to make my girls happy."
I slipped from his hold and hugged my mother next, switching places with Bella.
"This is the best gift we could ever receive," Bella said, lacing her fingers with mine.
"It really is," I added.
"We're glad you liked it," Charlie told us. He looked over to my mother and threaded his hand in hers. "Well, we'll let you girls continue to enjoy your party."
"Okay," I said, giddily. "Let's go dance, baby."
"Let's go," Bella agreed.
We walked over to the middle of the dance floor when a familiar song started to play. Bella and I looked at each other and laughed before she kissed me.
"I want you to sing and dance this song like the first time we did when we met," she told me.
"Why of course, but only if you promise to do the same."
"I promise, baby, so now sing it!"
I moved my body to the rhythm and sang along with Bella, laughing as we shared this perfect moment, which was the beginning of our new life. Everything was better than if we'd planned it, and I knew that there were still some unresolved things, like a job for Bella, but otherwise it was perfect.
As a new verse began, I sang it to Bella:
Constantly, you played through my mind like a symphony
There's no way to describe what you do to me
You just do to me, what you do
And it feels like I've been rescued
I've been set free
I am hypnotized by your destiny
You are magical, lyrical, beautiful
You are... And I want you to know, baby
I, I love you like a love song, baby
When the song was over, Bella hugged me and asked, "Leah, do you really love me like a love song?"
I held her tighter to me and told her the truth. "No, baby, not at all; I love you more—much more than that."
A/N: Who ever said I didn't write cheesy fluff? Huh? ;) As you can see, I'm not all angst, but it is my preferred genre. Because who doesn't love it when it hurts?! I totally, definitely do! (:
Hope you liked reading this. Till next time, amigos!