Edward POV
Alice has seen that the Volturi will come in three days, six days before the wedding. I asked Alice if we could move it forward by a couple of days, so that Grace and I will already be married before they get here. She had said that there was no need and everything would be fine. She had also added mentally that it might alarm the Volturi, making them suspicious in turn.
Grace and I are sitting in our meadow, the warm spring breeze gently caressing our faces. Her hair blows delicately through my fingers, her head relaxing in my lap. It's night-time and all is quiet; the occasional hoot of an owl is all that breaks the comfortable silence.
I can feel Grace's head tensing; she's worried again.
'Don't worry, love, everything's going to be fine.'
'Don't you dare say the word "fine" again, Edward Cullen,' she growls at me, turning her head to show me her glare.
'Everyone says it will be "fine",' she continues, 'but you and I both know that the Volturi don't travel halfway around the world just to meet someone new, there must be a reason behind it.' The way she says that makes me think she knows what their reason is.
Grace turns her attention to the grass and begins to pull blades out with her mind powers. I sit up and she comes up with me, but her attention is still held by the small, insignificant blades of grass. I turn her head so that I can look into her eyes, holding her gaze.
Aha, blade of grass, I have captured her attention and it shall not return to you. Touché chez!
I bring Grace into a tight embrace and press my lips to the top of her head.
'We'll make it through whatever we have to make through,' I whisper into her soft blonde curls.
She tells me that her heart longs to believe me, but her mind says otherwise.
Grace POV
I'm on the night shift at the station; it really sucks because there is no Edward, just me, Gordon, the chief of police, and the four dreary walls with a large structure on top which is keeping the violent rain from hitting our heads. It's a slow night, nothing happening and we are just sitting at our standard plain desks.
'Hey Gracie, you seem kinda stressed, what's up?' asks Gordon.
'Is it really that obvious?'
'Well, whenever my wife gets keyed up, she sits in her chair just like you are right now.'
I realized that I was sitting with my legs tucked up against my chest. If Edward were here he would tell me I'm turning human.
'Sorry Gordan, it's just the wedding and everything,' I lie and smile at him reassuringly. In the two short years that I've been here, Gordan has become the father I haven't had for my "new" life. It was really hard telling him, I had to bring Edward in so I'd be able to hold his hand, like a child needs their comfort blanket.
I was brought out of my thoughts by Gordon's reply.
'You're not getting cold feet now, are you?' he asks, peering round the sandwich he has been eating. I laugh at him.
'I'm so sure of Edward; I could never get cold feet with him.' Except that, of course, my feet's temperature is below zero.
'I'm just worried,' I continue, trying to worm myself out of this hole, 'that I'll have no-one to walk me down the aisle.' I smile at him sweetly. 'Would you do it?'
Gordon drops his sandwich and hobbled over to my desk to pull me into a hug. If I was a human I would have definitely suffocated.
'Of course I will!' he mumbles into my shoulder. 'I never had any daughters to walk down the aisle- you can't exactly do it with boys- you're like the daughter I never had.'
I think he's getting a little emotional, so I summon over a tissue and catch it in the air. When he let's go of me, I hand him the tissue.
'Thanks, Gracie.'
'No problem.'
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