AN: I feel as if I took forever to update, but I'm sure it hasn't been that long. Well originally I did not write this chapter, I wrote an entirely different one in which the wedding was skipped. But then someone said how they couldn't wait for the wedding, and I was like 'sure why not?' and began to write it. So this is especially for that lovely reviewer who mentioned they wanted to see the wedding. Now someone asked me where do I get the title's for my chapters and they are lyrics from songs. Maybe I will write the list of songs used for the chapters on my profile. A picture of Rosalie's dress will be there as well. So check there! Thank you for the reviews! They really inspire me to continue writing! Keep them coming!

I wrote a one-shot about Bella and Jacob and what life is like without Edward when she's married and has a child. Check it out! Now on with the story...

Emmett's POV

Chapter 9: And I Thought, Be Still My Heart

May 20th, 1936

I straightened my tie and fixed my shirt collar. Yes, I was ready. I would be getting married in less than a half hour, and I was all ready to start my life with Rosalie. I sat down in a chair, feeling weak. I tapped my foot anxiously on the ground. Tap, tap, tap. I began to whistle as I thought of different ways to occupy my time until I watched my lovely soon-to-be wife walk down the aisle toward me. I smiled softly as I thought of how beautiful she would look. I inhaled deeply, trying to remind myself just how glorious she smelled. I closed my eyes thinking mostly inappropriate thoughts. I had waited for what seemed like an eternity to be with Rosalie in every way I knew how. I loved her so much, and expressing the amount of love I feel for her physically was the only way I hadn't shown her how much she means to me. I had tried to convey my love and seriousness about her in many different ways. Some very creative ways if I do say so myself, just so she could have some inkling of my affections and intentions. I hoped she understood. Although I doubted she could ever fully understand my commitment.

Tap, tap, tap.

I glanced over at the clock. Urgh, twenty-eight minutes. My throat throbbed, unsatisfied. I frowned. How could that be? I only just fed a few hours ago. But my throat was scorching away. No, not now. Not when the wedding was so close. Why wouldn't my foot stop tapping? I forced it to stop.

Throb, throb, throb.

I groaned. I slowly inched my hand toward my throat and gripped it tightly. I stuck out my tongue and tried to will the thirst away by clearing my throat. It didn't help, and right now my undeniable thirst was taking over my thoughts. I only wanted to think about Rosalie, but...blood. Blood. I closed my eyes and remembered it's taste as it glided down my throat, putting out the fire in my esophagus. I imagined taking blood. Lowering my mouth to the ripe and succulent neck of a girl...NO!

I shook my head trying to clear my thoughts. I stood up, and shook my arms and legs awake, even though it was impossible for them to ever fall asleep again. I shuddered, angry with myself for thinking about human blood, especially on my wedding day. I looked around Carlisle's study. It was my place for the day, while I got ready and Esme fretted over Rosalie's every need. Once she became my wife, I would take over the fretting and relieve Esme of her temporary duties. Rosalie, was back on my mind. I grinned, and dazedly fell onto a seat once again.

Anticipation was thick and running full speed ahead through my veins. I wanted to see her so badly. I needed to touch her to make sure this wasn't all a dream. The fact that I was actually getting the opportunity to marry my angel who saved me from death was truly unbelievable. Throb, throb, throb. I closed my eyes tightly, no not now. Not until much later. Like later tomorrow. After our wedding, after our wedding night, after our one full day of bliss, then I could feed again.

I was pulled out of my inner struggle when Edward entered the room, looking at me carefully.

"Emmett, we can go for a quick hunt," he glanced at his watch. "We still have twenty-five minutes."

"Twenty-five minutes? No, it's too late now," I choked out.

"Oh, and would you rather be distracted throughout the entire ceremony while you centered your thoughts on not your wife, but on your thirst?"

Okay, he had a point.

"Let's be quick," I said. Just as we were about to leave the room, I grabbed his arm. "She doesn't know we're leaving right?"

Edward smiled, "She'll have no idea."

I nodded, relieved. "Good, let's get going." We exited the house and made our way across the lawn, the moon almost directly above us signaling that it was almost midnight. I smiled. Rosalie wanted it to be right in the middle of the night, when the clock struck twelve. I grabbed Edward's arm to check the time. Bah, I still had another twenty-five minutes. We began to run, searching for a meal that would satisfy until at least twenty-four hours were done and over. I groaned in anxiousness. Come on, animals! Come to me!

"Emmett, relax," Edward said.

I can't, I gave him an annoyed look.

Edward shook his head and pointed to his right, "There should be a moose, through those trees," he helped me.

I ran as soon as I heard the word moose, it seemed that I couldn't get there fast enough. I caught the animals scent and worked with my instincts, tackling it to the ground and satiating my thirst. I gasped for air once I sucked the animal dry. Edward stood behind me.

"Better?"

I nodded. I stood up and faced Edward, sighing in relief. Good, I would make it to the wedding in time, I felt better and I -

Edward looked at my chest warily. I looked down and that's when I saw blood on my white button down shirt. I swallowed nervously.

"Oh my God," I said. I looked at Edward frantically. "Do you see this!?" I pulled off my suit jacket and threw it to ground, Edward caught it before it could land on the dirty forest floor. I yanked off my tie and threw it, again, Edward caught it. I grabbed onto my white shirt's material and held it out for Edward to see more clearly. Which, was unnecessary.

Edward's mouth hung open slightly.

"How much longer until the wedding?" I demanded. He quickly looked at his watch.

"Fifteen minutes," he said almost apologetically.

"Fifteen minutes!" I exclaimed, I somehow felt nauseous, and fell down onto my bottom.

"Emmett, you don't want to get yourself in more disarray."

"Could it get worse?"

"If you don't show up to the wedding, yes."

"Blood stain, Edward."

"Not if you clean it quickly."

An idea came to me, and I beamed up to my brother. "I can just wear a different shirt! Hah!" I jumped up feeling lighter, now.

Edward winced. "Rosalie would notice. She specifically chose that shirt because it went best with her dress..."

"Aw, dammit!" I threw my arms up in exasperation.

"Look, let's go back to the house, and I'm sure Esme can find a way to clear up the blood," he shrugged.

I brightened at the prospect of cleaning it up. Esme was amazingly gifted when it came to laundry. I had complete faith and reliance that she would clear up my messy mistake. "Okay, let's go." Why did I find it difficult to control my thirst on this of all days?

When we reached the house, we slowed down. I knew that Rosalie was still in her bedroom, with Esme. Okay, so all that we needed to do was get Esme out of the room, in hushed whispers, and make sure Rosalie had no idea what was really going on. Edward nodded, reading my thoughts. We sneaked into the house. Edward quietly moved up the stairs to get Esme and I slipped down the hall and into Carlisle's study. Carlisle was in there, he looked up and smiled at me.

"Emmett, how are you? Are you excited? Is that blood on your shirt...?"

"Shh," I waved frantically at him. "Could you go upstairs and distract Rosalie while Esme comes down and tries to clean this up!" I gestured to the shirt in whispers. Carlisle frowned but nodded.

"Emmett, remember the wedding begins in ten minutes. If it doesn't begin right at midnight, Rosalie will be very upset," he tried to convey the seriousness of an upset Rosalie with his eyes.

"Yes, yes, I know, that is why you must hurry!" I grabbed onto his arm and rushed him out the door. He wasn't moving fast enough! "Carlisle," I whined, he chuckled and went up the stairs quicker. He found this very humorous, but it really wasn't. My hands were wringing anxiously, I'm sure my heart would have been thumping erratically if it wasn't already so still and silent.

I heard Esme walk in and she looked at me cautiously. "Ah, Esme, help!" I looked at her with desperation, hoping she would move quickly to ease my nervousness. Edward slipped in after her.

"Oh, Emmett," Esme looked at me fondly, and then back at my shirt smiling slightly.

"Quick, the wedding begins in like eight minutes!" I urged her. I grabbed her hand and pulled her further into the room.

She nodded and turned to Edward. He nodded and left the room quickly, and was back in an instant with a bottle of bleach.

"Will that work?" I asked, as she motioned to me to take off my shirt.

"It should."

"It should?"

"It will, Emmett," she said putting her hand on my face.

"How do you know?" I asked her. Ah, Rosalie, Rosalie. I kept thinking about her, and how disappointed she'd be if I were late, or if she saw that my shirt was stained in blood. I always screw things up. I pulled off my shirt, careful not to rip off the buttons and handed it to her. This was going to be the best day of Rosalie's life, I promised myself. That was my mission, and I was going to complete it!

Esme worked quickly, as she rubbed the bleach onto the blood. I watched her, transfixed, as the red faded to a pink.

"It's still there," I pointed at it.

"I see it, Emmett," she said, laughing slightly. "Gosh, you're a nervous groom."

I smiled sheepishly. I was, and I never thought that I would be. I was so confident up until Rosalie left me the twenty-four hours ago saying we had to keep up tradition. I wasn't supposed to see the bride before the wedding. Once she was gone, I was a mess. I had no idea what she was thinking right now, when normally I knew with her reactions to my touches and words how she felt. Now, she could be thinking anything!

"Emmett, stop it, you're being absurd," Edward reassured me. I let out an exasperated sigh.

"Am I?" I snapped, I didn't mean to be short with Edward, but I couldn't help it.

"Yes."

I turned from him and directed my attention back to Esme who was finishing it up. "Esme, you're perfect!" I crowed. I looked closely to inspect it, it was a flawless white, once again. I grinned and threw my arms around her shoulders, pulling her tightly to my chest. "I love you! Thank you!" I cheered, and lifted the shirt up and put it on. "How do I look?" I turned to my brother and mother, and showed off my new clean shirt, pulling my tie on.

"You look very handsome," Esme remarked, her eyes twinkling.

"How much time do I have left?"

Edward held out his watch for me to observe myself. Ah, five minutes.

"We should go, Carlisle's waiting," Edward said. Esme nodded and kissed my on the cheek, smiling at me. She left to go help Rosalie. "Are you ready Emmett?" Edward asked me, grinning at me proudly. I looked at my brother and took a deep breath. Yes, I was ready to marry my life.

Edward opened the door and led me outside, to where Esme had decorated an area of our garden to be a perfect spot for the ceremony. There was an arch that was covered in flowers, and Carlisle stood underneath it, waiting to officiate my marriage to Rosalie. I reveled at my memory of the most beautiful creature to ever exist, and all I wanted was to see her now. I stood at Carlisle's left, and Edward stood to my left, as my best man. I gave him a nervous smirk, and he patted my shoulder, and looked towards the house, where the door opened, and Esme emerged, dressed as the maid of honour. I gulped. This was it. This was the moment that I'd remember forever.

I honestly could not fathom why Rosalie wanted me, let alone loved me. No other woman I had ever come across was as captivating as she was. She was beautiful, smart, funny and so much more. And she chose to spend the rest of our existance together. I thrilled at the thought of our life together. My thoughts strayed, and my stomach clenched in impatience. I needed her now. It was taking Esme forever to walk over to the right side of Carlisle.

The door to our house was open, and the light spewed out from it, and I saw her shadow move against the door, as she waited for her time to come to me. I shuffled on my feet, trying to crane my neck just to the left enough to catch a glimpse of her. Why couldn't she come out right now? Her shadow moved slightly, and my heart nearly jumped as I got excited at the prospect that she would be exiting the house soon. But she stayed. Come on, Rosalie. Come to me!

Esme stopped at her position, and she came to me.

All that waiting, all that time it took for time to pass was forgotten. She walked down the porch steps, the most gorgeous being in the universe, if not further.

Everything that I had been worrying about earlier, meant nothing. The thirst was at the back of my mind, and it seemed it wouldn't be a thought of mine for a while now. I grinned, at her. I bounced on the balls of my feet slightly, eager for her to be by my side. She walked toward me, and her eyes were shining. If she were human, I wouldn't be surprised if tears fell down her cheeks. She had the most beautiful smile, her teeth reminded me of pearls, her lips were pulled over her teeth, and my stomach twisted in love.

Rosalie's steps were in slow motion to me. She could not get here any faster, I savoured this moment as I watched her make her way to me. And when she reached my side, I closed my eyes and inhaled, taking in her perfection. I opened them to be reminded that this wasn't a dream, and she was here, willing and able to marry me. Carlisle had begun speaking, but I could really care less what he had to say. As long as he got the job done, and bound the two of us together for eternity, he could be talking about cows right now and I wouldn't care. She reached for my hands and held on to them tightly, squeezing them three times, to spell out the message 'I love you'. I tightened my hold on her smaller hands three times, directing my love to her right back. She laughed slightly and it caused my heart to soar with contentedness. This was heaven, she was my angel and nothing could be more right.

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