Chapter 9: I Do

"Annie, where the fuck are you?!" I heard Soli scream as I pranced around my shop, finishing up the floral centerpieces for the wedding.

"I'm in the back!" I called back just as she walked in.

She grinned at me. "Guess where you, I and the rest of the girls are going tonight?" She asked with a devilish grin on her beautiful face.

"Uh, nowhere since I have a lot to do before tomorrow." Tomorrow was my wedding and I still had a mile long list of things that needed to get done on my agenda before I even thought about sleeping.

Soli shook her head, "Wrong, we're leaving— like right now."

I blinked. "No, we're not going anywhere," I answered her slowly.

She raised her eyebrow at me then turned around. "Randy, get over here!" She yelled and like a dutiful husband, Randy was there within the second, sweeping Soli into a kiss before grinning down at me.

I didn't stand a chance, he was fast and before I knew it, I was being carried out of my shop, Soli giggling behind us and giving Ava and the rest of my employees orders on how to finish the center pieces and the rest of the items on my agenda.

Ava giggled as I sadly waved goodbye from my spot over Randy's shoulder, her eyes shining in a way that I recognized vividly. She was in love and my heart melted thinking about when I was her age and how I already knew that Brady was my forever. She was a beautiful girl, with her dazzling gray eyes and Eli was lucky to have been blessed to have her.

Randy placed me on the passenger seat of the car where I watched him and Soli kiss disgustingly passionately before Soli joined me inside.

"We're spending the night in Port Angeles for your bachelorette party. Most of the wolf girls are there already and so are Elena and Amber," she finished with a grin, bouncing excitedly in her seat.

"Soli, I have soooo much to do! I don't have time for a bachelorette party," I groaned.

Soli shook her head as she sped down the road, "Ava's taking care of it, so stop worrying." I let out a huff and sank down in my seat pouting as I watched the green blur of passing trees on our way to Port Angeles. I closed my eyes and let the sound of the AC and the rain splattering on the roof of the car, lull me to sleep.

"Annie!"

"Ugh!" I complained feeling the pressure of arms wrapping around me in a vice grip.

"Annie, wake up!" She chided. I opened my eyes and smiled at my beautiful older sister.

"Amber!" I squealed flinging myself into her arms and hugging her tighter than I had ever before. She giggled in my ear, holding me tight against her body.

"I missed you too, Annie!" She told me placing a kiss on my cheek and then pulling away.

She helped me out of the car and into the hotel we were staying at for the night. When I walked into the room I couldn't help but smile because so many of the wolf-girls, old and new, were there, chatting away and getting ready for the night. Apparently, I was going to be taken out to a club tonight, something I wasn't too familiar with since I wasn't much of a partier though I knew going with these girls would guarantee I have a great time.

Amber and Soli helped me get dressed into a tight fitting royal blue dress that I am sure my father would have never approved of with a set of heels that Amber had brought me from Milan. Soli curled my hair and did my makeup while Melody sat beside me giggling as Leticia painted her nails.

When we got to the club, which was teeming with scantily clad woman and men that couldn't take their eyes off them, we met up with April. She stood waiting for us at the entrance in a cherry red tube dress that showed off her white, prima donna legs.

I hadn't seen April in a long time, which sucked because she was one of my closest friends growing up. I guess you could say she started distancing herself after my abduction. She was a pharmacist now and still the beautiful April she had always been, but the spark of her youth, the one that always made me giggle when she made Devlin blush was gone and she hardly ever visited La Push anymore.

"April!" I screamed out, battling with my heels to run to her and hug her tight.

"I am so happy for you! You always said you were going to marry him," she teased pulling back. Melody and Jessy joined us.

When we were younger, it was always us four, the "Fab Four" as we liked to call ourselves. We spent many nights in my room giggling away as we talked about the boys in our lives. Melody wrapped her arms around April's and my shoulders and Jessy did the same on the opposite side of me. We laughed our hearts out as we hugged and swayed our hips like we used to do when we were smaller and wanted to annoy the boys because they couldn't be part of "our" dance.

I spent the rest of my night with my girls, as we danced and drank and celebrated not only my upcoming wedding, but the fact that we, for the first time in years, were all together once again. I had the most important people with me and they were all going to watch me marry the man that I loved.

I went to sleep that night thinking on how lucky I truly was.

"My shoes… my shoes… where the hell are my shoes?!" I screamed running around frantically, my hands holding my wedding dress bunched up around my thighs while I looked for the damn shoes, the shoes I was supposed to be wearing to the wedding I was already ten minutes late for.

"I found them, Auntie Belle! Emmett was hiding them!" Emilia announced, running into my room in her frilly flower girl dress waving the missing shoes.

I let out a sigh of relief, "thank you, Sweetie."

"We're late!" Amber scolded grabbing the shoes from Emilia and bending down to place them on my waiting feet like Cinderella.

"I know! Do you think he'll wait for me?" I asked anxiously, looking over at the digital clock that read quarter to six. Fifteen minutes late.

Amber snorted as she stood up, fluffing my dress to add volume to the bottom. It was a simple dress, the one I had fallen in love with at first sight. I had always imagined a dress with jewels and lace and yet when I saw "the one" it was the complete opposite. It was white, bare shouldered and tight down to my hips where it opened up wide at the bottom.

"He's been waiting twenty seven years for this day Annie I'm sure another 15 won't hurt," she taunted rising up on her toes to fix my veil.

"You look so beautiful, Annie," she whispered, tears filling her eyes as she leaned forward and placed a kiss on each of my cheeks.

"I am so happy you're here. I wouldn't have been able to marry him without you," I told her honestly. She was my sister and best friend all wrapped into one. At one point in time I was scared she wouldn't be here to see me marry the love of my life and yet, in true Amber fashion, she surprised us all, showing up for the bachelorette party I didn't even know about. It was the happiest I had been since Brady proposed.

"You think I'd miss this? I don't care how much I fuck up, or who's pissed to see me here. You're my little sister and I love you SO much."

"Mommy, it's time to go," Kai announced walking into the room fixing his tie. He looked adorable in his black suit. Alice had bought Emmett and him matching ones and I couldn't resist hugging them to pieces when they put them on. They were simply too adorable not to.

"Let's go get you married!" Amber squealed walking behind me to help with my train as I walked out of the room and down the stairs.

My wedding party, which consisted of Mel, Tay, Collin the best man, and Helen my maid of honor, were waiting for us downstairs. Emilia was the flower girl, Kai her escort and Emmett the trusty ring boy—something he wasn't too pleased about, but with a stern look from Ethan, he agreed without a word of protest.

My mom intercepted me before I made it outside. She looked beautiful in her forest green dress that ran all the way down her body.

"I have something for you," she told me gently fixing my veil.

"You have your something blue." The sexy lingerie Amber had given me as a wedding present.

"Something borrowed and something new." Elena had loaned me the earrings she wore during her wedding and the dress which Ethan and Taylor had bought me.

"But you're missing the something old," she whispered smiling at me as she opened up her right hand to reveal a delicate silver bracelet with a heart charm. She took my wrist and slid it on.

"My mother, she wasn't the best mother in the world, but despite it all I loved her. She wore this as a necklace until she died. I've been holding onto it for years, but now I want you to have it," she finished looking up at me.

"No, Mom, I can't …" I argued shaking my head, but she stopped me by placing a finger on my lips.

"No, Annie, I want you to have it. I am so proud of you, Annie, so, so proud. You have grown up to be such a beautiful and amazing woman," she told me softly stroking my cheek and I nodded.

"Thank you so much, Mom, for—everything."

She grinned and placed a kiss on my cheek. "Now let's go, before your dad changes his mind and doesn't let you get married," she teased taking my hand and leading me outside.

My dad was waiting for us outside. He was a wreck, which wasn't a surprise when it came to him and weddings. My dad always was a real big softie.

"Auntie Belle, what do you do on your honeymoon? Do you eat lots of honey while looking at the moon?" Emilia asked, looking up at me from her seat next to Ethan, who looked at Emilia as if she was the single most beautiful diamond in the world.

I giggled. "Yes, Emilia, we eat lots and lots of honey." Her eyes opened up wide in excitement.

"Oh, Daddy, I want to go on a honeymoon!" She squealed. Ethan glared at me and bent down to touch his forehead with hers.

"No honeymoons for you—ever. Okay, Doll?" He asked and Emilia squealed again, wrapping her arms around Ethan and kissing every inch of his face she could reach. Elena watched them with a grin on her face, her hand mindlessly rubbing her stomach where the newest addition to our family was growing.

I watched them knowing that was what I wanted—a family with my Brady.

"Your day will come," Helen whispered in my ear and I grinned, resting my head on her shoulder. Helen, was like a second mother, there was not a woman in the world I wanted standing next to me on the altar more than her.

The drive to the church took about half an hour since the church was just outside of Forks, it worked out nicely since the reception hall was only five minutes away. It had always been my dream to get married in a church despite my family not being religious. When we got to the church everyone got out of the limo except my dad who scooted to sit next to me. He took my hand in his and kissed it gently. I could feel the warm wet drops of his small tears hit the palm of my hand.

"We can still make a break for it, the car's still running. I told the driver to stay in case you changed your mind," he teased lightly, but when I looked into his eyes, I knew a part of him was hoping that I'd say yes.

"You know you love him, Daddy. He's the one," I told him leaning over and placing a kiss on his cheek.

He smiled, cupping my cheek and looking into my eyes. "I don't care how old you get or what you do with your life, you'll always be my baby, Annabelle."

"I love you, Daddy. I love you so much," I sniffed. "You're the best father a girl could ask for," I told him honestly. I wanted him to know that despite the mistakes my siblings and I would make in our lives, neither him or my mother could carry any fault. I loved my family because we were strong and united, there wasn't a thing in the world we wouldn't do for each other. I would give my left arm for Ethan, Taylor or Amber because they were the most amazing siblings I could have ever asked for and that's all because we were raised by incredible human beings. My mom and dad were the rock in our lives and I just hoped that one day I could measure up to at least an ounce of what they were.

"Are you ready?" My dad asked as we stopped in front of the double arched doors, the beginning of the wedding march playing in the background.

I took a deep breath and smiled. " I've been ready," I chuckled.

He held my hand tight and like a fairytale, the doors opened to the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. The flowers and decorations on the aisle paled in comparison to him. I didn't even pay a glance to the guests or the bickering kids. All I saw was him, my Brady, waiting for me at the altar.

I don't remember the imprint when it happened since I was a baby, but as I walked down the aisle towards Brady, looking into his beautiful watering eyes as he watched me, for the first time in my life, I truly and unconditionally felt the power of the imprint. He was like a magnet pulling me to him, I wanted nothing more than to drop the bouquet of flowers in my hand and just run to him. I wanted to forget about everyone around me and the priest that was waiting to declare me Mrs. Annabelle Fuller, all I wanted was Brady—my Brady.

The walk seemed to take forever, but I held onto my dad's hand tight as we continued down the aisle until I was finally in front of Brady. I watched in awe as he stood in front of me. My dad cupped my chin and placed a kiss on both of my cheeks. He hugged Brady and shook his hand before grabbing mine and placing it in Brady's.

"You look beautiful," Brady whispered, kissing my hand then helping me up the aisle. The priest stood before us and began talking about what we were here for and what marriage meant, but it fell on deaf ears because my eyes couldn't for a moment stray away from him. He was looking back at me as if I was the most precious thing in his world. He had told me many times that there wasn't a life for him if I wasn't in it. Someone can tell you that millions of times and it's still hard to believe it, but watching him admire me made me feel like there wasn't a thing in the world more important to him than me.

I was ready for this step, ready to spend the rest of my life with him. I wanted children, to be called his wife, the mother of his children, his partner… I wanted it all, with him and only him for the rest of my life.

The priest may have spoken for hours, but I didn't notice until Helen discreetly tapped me on the shoulder and brought my attention back to the task at hand. The priest was smiling at me and gesturing to Emmett who had the rings and looked annoyed to have been waiting.

Brady chuckled kissing my hand before gesturing for the priest to continue. There was so much I wanted to say to Brady and he felt the same way so we decided on writing our own vows. Some say that writing your vows is the hardest part, but it was so easy for me. Brady was my world, having to find words to say that was the easiest thing I have ever done because I have known how I felt about him since I was four and he picked me up when I scraped my knee.

The priest gestured to Brady to go first. Brady took my small hands in between his large ones and looked into my eyes.

"My beautiful Annie, I stand before you today completely and hopelessly in love with you. I have loved you for years and every day I fall even more in love with you. I've watched you become this beautiful woman before my eyes and I feel like the luckiest man in the world because I get to call you mine. I was made for you, Annabelle. You're my soulmate, my best friend, and more than anything in this world, I love you, Cupcake," he finished, bending down and kissing my hands as Emmett walked forward and handed him my ring. Tears were streaming down my cheek as the priest asked me if I took Brady as my husband.

"I do," I breathed out, smiling at Brady as he gently slipped the ring on my finger.

"Auntie Belle, it's your turn," I heard Emilia prompt in a stage whisper that carried and the entire church burst out in muffled laughter. I bit down on my lower lip and looked at Brady. He smiled, encouraging me to proceed and I did, ready to tell him just how much he meant to me.

"There isn't a happy memory of my life that you're not a part of, there isn't a special moment that I can say you weren't there for. You have always been there, Brady, even when I didn't want you too," I giggled, "You're always been my other half and without you I am incomplete. Without you, I am not Annabelle. Being your wife is a dream come true for me." I finished, hiccupping in between the happy tears streaming down my face that I couldn't hold back.

Brady stroked my cheeks gently, wiping away the tears as he mouthed, 'I love you.'

"Do you, Brady Fuller, take Annabelle Cameron as your wife to love and to hold for as long you both shall live?"

Brady chuckled as he wiped away a tear that had escaped the corner of his eye. "Of course I do," he answered readily. I slipped the ring on his finger and kissed it before turning back to the priest.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife," the priest declared with a smile, "you may now kiss the bride." Brady grinned wrapping his arms tight around my waist and pulling me close.

"I love you," he whispered before bending down and kissing my lips. I smiled into the kiss, raising my arms and wrapping them around his neck. I could hear everyone cheering around us, but I was completely lost in the kiss, because this kiss was different from the others—this was my first kiss as his wife, as Mrs. Annabelle Cameron-Fuller.