I suck at endings, so please forgive me! Please understand that I had no idea where this one was going. This originally started out as a nightmare that I had a few years ago from me and a close friend. I had to turn it into a story so it would quit haunting me. Please let me know what you think. Thank you all who came with me on this crazy, agony - inducing story.
Chapter 10
It's been six long months since Paul woke up and proposed, six months of wedding planning. Today was the day!
"Bella, you ready?" Kim asks me and I turn to her in my gown. It was a simple, yet elegant A-Line, with lace all down it, an a sweetheart neckline. I had a sapphire pendant, a pair of Kim's heels and my hair cascaded down my back in soft ringlets. Simple, nude makeup and a spot of lovely pink lipstick.
"Yes, I am." I follow her to the doors of the chapel, taking Charlies arm.
"Don't let me fall." I murmer as Kim opens the doors.
"Never, Sweetheart." I hear Charlie whisper back, a little rougher than normal. He never thought he'd see Paul and I get this far.
When the wedding march begins, I slowly follow Kim to the front. My eyes not leaving Paul, wanting to run the rest of the way up the isle. His dark eyes reflecting love and happiness back to me. He looks so dashing in his dress blues. I am marrying the love of my life today! I can see the tears welling in his eyes. He is so handsome.
"Take care of my little girl, Meraz." Charlie mumbles to Paul when he gives Paul my hand. Paul simply nods and tightens his grip on my hand.
"You look stunning, Bella." He whispers to me and I blush.
"We are gathered here today to celebrate the joining of Isabella Marie Swan and Paul James Meraz in holy matrimony. If anyone object these two to be wed, please speak now or forever hold their peace…" I tune out the reverend instead to focus on the look of pure love on Paul's face.
"Do you Isabella, take Paul to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?" I look up at the reverend and grin, "I do." He repeats the same to Paul and then Paul kisses me deeply.
"I now pronounce you Husband and Wife."
The rest of the night goes by in a whorl of happiness and love with our friends and family.
In the coming years Paul and I have had our tiffs, but have always made sure to make up before we go to bed the night before. Two years after getting married, Paul was officially honorably dishcharged from the Army, and went to work with my father at Forks Police department. Three months later we had our first daughter and then three years later a son.
Paul still had some issues with his PTSD, but depended on me, in a non-abusive way, to help him through the memories. We lived a great life filled with love and happiness.
THE END
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