A/N: Usual thanks to Katie & Trin, my super betas. (No matter what Trin says, she is so far from a gamma.)

Usual disclaimer to say that I don't own Twilight or anything else that is publicly recognizable. Blah blah blah.

I woke up with a wine headache. The alarm was blaring, reminding me that I really didn't have a choice about getting out of bed today.

Edward's arm snaked around my waist and he buried his face in my hair, mumbling something about not wanting to get out of bed. "Let's just stay here all day. Rosalie doesn't really need you to trip down the aisle for her today, does she?"

"I do not want to tempt the wrath of Rosalie. Or Alice for that matter. I'm pretty sure there's some Tylenol in the medicine cabinet. Would you mind getting it for me while you're up?" I asked as Edward stood and headed for the bathroom.

I heard him fumbling around in the medicine cabinet followed by a bang and the unmistakable sound of a bottle pills clattering to the floor. "You okay in there, baby?"

"I'm fine. Your medicine cabinet may not be able to say the same in a few minutes," he grumbled. I heard him turn on the shower.

Mmm, naked Edward just a few feet away. No. No, no, no. You cannot have naughty fun times with Edward this morning. Maybe tonight, after the reception. It's only fourteen hours away.

He cracked the door and his hand flicked out to toss me the bottle of Tylenol. I caught it, then sighed heavily and snuggled further into the bed. "Don't hog all the hot water, please!" I called through the door.

"Wouldn't dream of it. Any chance you want to be eco friendly and conserve water with me this morning?"

I would love nothing more. "I can't. I've got to drag my lazy ass out of this bed and go see what Alice needs help with."

"Suit yourself, Sarah Palin."

"Asshole."

"You love me."

Hot naked man in my shower say what? "Right. Compare me to a media whore who attacks innocent dogs with her shitty analogies. Slick, Edward. Shut up and shower."

I grabbed my robe from the floor and wrapped it around myself as I opened my bedroom door. I was met by a bundle of energy wearing an Alice suit.

"Thank god you're up Bella. Rose called. The florist screwed the flowers up and we need to get down there to handle it. Can you get a quick shower and go down there with me?"

"Sure, Alice," I said, wincing at the level of her voice. "Um, Edward's in my shower and we'll get no where fast if I go join him. Can I use yours?"

Alice sighed and waved her hand in the direction of her room. I padded into her bathroom and jumped in shock and horror when I saw Jasper's naked form standing on the bath mat, toweling off.

"Oh my god, Jasper. I'm so sorry!" I slapped a hand over my eyes and felt along the wall for the door. "Just let me know when you're done, okay?"

He chuckled. "No Bella, it's my fault. I'm sure Alice assumed I was done in here." I heard the towel moving around. "All covered. Your eyes are perfectly safe," he said and I could hear the amusement in his voice.

I shook my head. "Uh uh. Close the door behind you when you leave, please."

There was a bit of shuffling then I heard the door click shut. I uncovered my eyes and heaved a sigh of relief when I realized there was no one else in the room with me. I showered quickly, toweled off and wrapped my robe around my body again.

Alice yelled something that sounded an awful lot like "Move your ass, Swan," at me as I rushed into my bedroom to get dressed. I groaned at the sight of the track suits Alice had insisted Rosalie buy for us to wear today, with the word bridesmaid written across the ass. Ours were a deep red to match the dresses we'd eventually wear, and Rosalie had one that was white. I guess being a bride had it's perks as "The Future Mrs. McCarty" was written on the back of the jacket instead of across her ass.

After I clothed myself in the atrocity, I fluffed my hair and walked into the kitchen. Alice, Jasper and Edward were standing around munching on some fresh fruit and my face immediately flushed the same shade as my track suit when my eyes met Jasper's.

"What's wrong Bella?" Edward asked. His voice was full of concern and my face only grew hotter.

"Nothing," I mumbled, grabbing an apple. "Alice, are you ready to go?"

The ride to the florist's was quiet. I knew that Alice was aware of my encounter with Jasper, but she was nice enough to not mention it. She allowed me to get lost in my thoughts, thoughts that were so damn confusing.

"Alice? When did you know that you were in love with Jasper?" I blurted out as she pulled her car into a spot near the florist shop.

"You're in love with Edward, aren't you? I just knew it, Bella!" Alice squealed.

"Yes. Maybe. I don't know," I said. "That's why I'm asking when you knew you were in love with Jasper."

"The moment I met him," she said matter of factly. "Jasper and I are soul mates. I told him so that night you caught us, ahem, hanging art in my room."

"I knew you weren't hanging new artwork in there. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to know what you were doing, but shit Alice. It was the second time you'd ever seen him."

"I know, but I just knew. I fully expected him to run screaming, but he just accepted it. He was very calm about the whole thing, actually," she said thoughtfully. "Have you told Edward how you feel?"

"God, no. It's not that I don't want to. I think that he feels the same way, but I can't be sure. I don't want to put myself out there without knowing."

"Well what makes you think he feels the same way?" Alice asked as she pulled open the door to the florist's.

"Little things. He keeps leaving me song lyrics in fortune cookies and written in soap on my mirror when we're on road trips." I sighed happily.

"What lyrics? I know you know all the songs he used, so tell me. It'll help me figure this out," she said.

I opened my mouth to tell her, closing it when she cornered one of the employees in the small shop and demanding that they fix the mistake with Rosalie's flowers. The poor girl looked terrified and quickly complied with Alice's...request.

When the flower situation was resolved - they would be delivering new flowers to the Jefferson Memorial within the hour - Alice turned to face me. "What lyrics, Bella?

"Everlong, Fly Me to the Moon, Smooth, At Last, Hold, Home Life and Brown Eyed Girl," I said, ticking off each one on my fingers. "Do you need to know the artists, too?"

Alice's eyes widened. "No, and I'm saying this emphatically. The man is in love with you."

"You think?"

"I know."

After a mani, pedi, hair and makeup appointment, the three of us were ready to go. Alice and I helped Rosalie into her gown, both of us oohing and aahhhing over how amazing she looked in it.

"You look lovely, dear," Mrs. Hale said absent-mindedly. I hadn't expected her to be involved in getting ready with us, but she was the mother of the bride and she seemed to be at least feigning interest in her daughter's wedding day. I suspected there was a hefty amount of vodka at work, but I couldn't be sure.

"Thanks, mother," Rosalie gushed. Rose was always beautiful, but today she was positively radiant.

We all posed for pictures, individually and with Rosalie, before the ceremony. One of Emmett's groomsmen delivered a gift to Rose. The card said they were to be her 'something blue' and she teared up when she opened the small jeweler's box to reveal a beautiful pair of sapphire earrings. Rosalie looked to Mrs. Hale for approval before removing the pearl earrings she'd been wearing and replacing them with Emmett's gift.

Alice was tasked with delivering Emmett's gift to him. The package was small, just a card really, and after Alice left I asked Rose what she'd given him.

"It's a gift certificate for a year's worth of all the premium ESPN channels," she said with a shrug. "It just seemed like the thing to do."

I nodded and smiled, a brief thought of what I might purchase for Edward on our wedding day crossing my mind. Wait, what? I'm thinking about us getting married? No. Stop.

There was a knock on the door and Mr. Hale stuck his head in. "It's time, sweetheart."

Rosalie's smile grew wider and we left the hotel room for the limo that was taking us to the Jefferson Memorial.

The ceremony was beautiful and so were Rosalie and Emmett. They'd written their own vows, in which Emmett promised to love Rosalie even if she ever distracted him from playoff baseball and Rosalie promised not to get too angry if Emmett didn't pick his dirty socks up from the bedroom floor. I managed to make it up and down the aisle without tripping over my own feet, thanks in large part my escort Jared.

My eyes were locked on Edward's through the entire ceremony and his smile grew wider when the minister declared that Emmett could kiss his bride. I made a mental note to ask him about it.

The photographer was really great throughout the entire picture process and Emmett's old water polo buddies, Jared and Max, kept Alice and me in stitches with the jokes they told at Emmett's expense. Jasper and Edward had gone back to the hotel where the reception was being held because Alice and I would be riding with Jared and Max. The Hales had sprung for two limos to take the six of us back to the hotel. I thought it was one of their better ideas, because it gave Rosalie and Emmett time to enjoy each other before they were pulled in a thousand different directions by their guests.

Max popped open a bottle of champagne for us and we all toasted the happy couple numerous times on the short ride to the reception. I was beyond tipsy by the time we arrived, and clung to Jared's arm when we were introduced to the crowd. I saw Edward in the crowd and his eyes flashed with a touch of jealousy until I stumbled and Jared had to grab my arm to keep me from falling on my ass.

Rosalie and Emmett had already left by the time I was able to dance with Edward. He was singing along softly with the song that was playing, I Hope I Don't Fall in Love with You by Tom Waits, and holding me close. His hand rested on my lower back, his thumb drawing slow circles and he leaned down to sing the final line in my ear. My face flushed, my heart started beating faster and my knees grew weak.

"I think we should leave," I mumbled into his neck.

He nodded to me and we made our way over to Jasper and Alice and said our goodbyes. We walked out into the lobby and as I headed for the door, he pulled me back by the hand.

"I booked a room," he said with a goofy smile on his face.

"Lead the way," I said with a grin.

When we stepped into the elevator, Edward pulled my back flush with his chest and secured his arms around my waist. He lowered his head to my neck, kissing and licking along it.

My stomach was in knots. I knew, without a doubt, that I was in love with him and I wanted nothing more than to tell him. I sucked in a deep breath when he nipped at the hollow just behind my ear and decided that I was just going to go for it.

"Edward, I - "

"I love you Bella. I love you so much," he interrupted.

I gasped, unsure whether I was pleased he said it first, or pissed he'd beat me to it.

So…Edward said it. Bella wants to say it. What do you think is waiting for Bella in the hotel room?

I want to let you know that there are only one or two more chapters of this story left. Aceward is near and dear to my heart and I can't drag him out unnecessarily.

Thanks to the usual suspects on Twitter. I don't know what I'd do without you ladies. (Let's be honest – I'd spend more time cleaning my house and a lot less time looking at porn. I wouldn't trade you for anything in the world!)