I woke up the next morning and there was a feeling of dread in my stomach I couldn't fully comprehend. Then it hit me. It hit me like a hammer. The wedding was in two weeks. Exactly. When I realized this, I sat bolt upright in my bed, much to Edward's amusement. "Good morning, love." He chuckled quietly from beside me.

"The wedding is in two weeks." I said, staring at him blindly.

"Yes...Is something wrong?" The expression on his face immediately became worried.

"No...I just...two weeks, Edward, two weeks." I grinned. The smile felt so big, I thought my face was going to crack from the pressure.

"Two weeks." He confirmed grinning back.

I tried to slide out of bed, but I hadn't realized that my foot had been entangled in the sheets. I braced myself for the impact, but it never came. I suppose I should stop being suprised, but, I had a feeling I never would. I opened one eye, keeping the other squeezed tightly shut. Edward's face was only a few inches from mine. He was laughing under his breath. "Don't. Say. A word." I threatened as I tried to keep from laughing. "Just put me down please." Edward put me down and I grabbed the clothes that I'd laid out the night before and my bag of toiletries. "Wait here." I instructed before bouncing into the bathroom.

When I got out of the shower and got done drying my hair and brushing my teeth, I hurried back to the bedroom. Edward was sitting on my bed in the exact same position he had been. The only difference was that now my bed was made. "You look gorgeous." He breathed from my bed.

I looked down to assess my outfit. I was wearing jeans, and a plain blue T-shirt. I looked exactly the same as everyother day. When I pointed this out, he just laughed again and said, "Exactly."

I shook my head at him and crawled onto his lap. "So...what are the plans for today?"

"Well, you, my dear, are going to be with Esme, Rosalie, and Alice. I am going with Carlisle, Emmett, and Jasper."

I scoffed in protest. "Why? What are we doing?"

"That, is for me to know and for you to find out."

I sighed and stood up. "Please tell me?" I made a pouty face.

"Not a chance." He stood and pulled me into a hug before throwing me over his back and jumping out the window.

"Were you trying to give me a heart attack?" I giggled as he ran through the woods.

"Well, apparently you try to give me one regularly." He teased back.

We ran in silence until we got to the clearing with his house. Alice, Rosalie and Esme were sitting on the porch waiting. Jasper, Emmett and Carlisle were pacing around in front of the porch.

"Everyone ready?" Carlisle asked after Edward had put me down.

"No." I muttered grumpily. "I still don't know where we're going."

"You're going to find out soon." Edward chuckled.

"Come on then." Carlisle said, ignoring my melancholy attitude.

The boys piled into Carlisle's mercades and the rest of us girls just watched them go.

When the car turned out of the driveway, the other females seemed to burst into life.

"Finally!" Alice exclaimed. "That took forever."

"Will someone please tell me what's going on now?" I begged.

"Oh, it's not as bad as you think." Rosalie said from the porch. She was the only one who hadn't bounced down to greet me when Edward and I arrived.

"We're going to Port Angeles." Alice grinned widely.

"For what?" I questioned skeptically.

"Well, for the final dress fittings. The boys are going to get their tuxes." Esme wrapped a slender arm around my shoulders.

"Oh." Was all I could think of to say. Edward had freaked me out for no reason.

"Next weekend is the fun part." Alice laughed.

"What's next weekend?" I immediately questioned. I think the bigger question, as Esme and Rosalie laughed, was...did I want to know?

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