Chapter 11: Slight Problem

Edward and I were laying together on my bed. I was in his lap, and he was gently stroking my hair while he hummed my lullaby. I was asking him questions about the wedding.

"What color tie are you going to wear?" I asked him.

He shrugged. "Red?"

I let out a sigh of relief.

"What?" he asked. "I thought you were going to say blue," I replied.

"What's wrong with blue?" Edward said, laughing lightly as he kept combing is fingers through my hair.

"Well, nothing if it's a sapphire blue, but a cerulean on you would just be wrong," I explained simply.

He just stared down at me. I looked up at his critical expression and asked, "What?"

He shook his head. "Nothing, nothing…it's just that I happen to like the color cerulean."

I laughed. "I'm sorry I insulted cerulean."

He rolled his eyes and under his breath, he muttered, "Humans…"

I don't think he expected me to hear him, but I did. "Hey!"

"Silly Bella," he murmured. "I would love you even if you were a gnome."

I snorted. "A gnome? Atleast an elf, but a gnome?!" I demanded, laughing. Edward laughed with me, and I cuddled up against his hard, toned body and inhaled. The collar of his shirt was brushing up against my face, and it smelled of his delicious scent. So many urges were crossing my mind.

"Bella, you're killing me here," he said.

"How?" I asked, sitting up.

"Please tell me what you're thinking," he begged, speaking softly, and making sure his breath was blowing in my face so he could dazzle me.

"Stop it!" I said, clamping my hand over his mouth. He kissed my hand lightly, making sure that his eyes bore into mine. He finally convinced me to spill the beans and I gave him a hint.

"It involves you," I began.

"And…?" he urged.

"It also involves our wedding."

"Go on…" he said.

"And college."

"Bella!" he groaned.

"What?"

"Spit it out!" he begged.

I closed my eyes. "I need to know where!"

"Alaska, right?" he asked me.

"No, this time, you decide where you want to go. You pick, and I'll follow. This is about compromise, and all you do is give me my way. It's really sweet and really annoying!" I finally blurted.

"All I want is for you to be happy. I could care less where we go, as long as we're together," he explained, taking my hand. I snuggled into him again, wanting to memorize the shape of his body and the safe feel of his arms around me.

I opened my mouth to say something, but Edward shushed me.

"Sleep now, Bella. Talk to me in the morning," he murmured.

I obeyed silently. When I woke up, he was still underneath me, silently reading the second Harry Potter book again.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," he said, kissing the top of my head.

I rolled off him and told him I was in desperate need of a shower, so he waited on my bed, never taking his beautiful eyes off of his book. I came back with my hair wet and I reached for my blowdryer. Edward intercepted it and asked me why women use these so much.

I laughed. "I don't know, ask women!"

He handed it to me. When I turned it on, he watched it carefully. I turned it on him for a few seconds, blowing his hair in all different directions.

He glared at me, ran his fingers through it quickly and returned it back to normal. He stuck his tongue out at me and I threatened to do it again, so Edward resorted to playing dirty. He unplugged it.

"You did not just unplug my blowdryer," I said.

"It looks like I did," he said smugly. I pounced onto the floor, but of course he beat me to it, holding me just mere inches away from the plug.

"Looks like your hair's going to have to air-dry!" he laughed.

"You're evil," I spat.

"And you're all wet," he retaliated. I freed one of my arms and ruffled his hair quickly. He looked at me angrily and fixed it again. This game continued for a little while, but I let it go when he surrendered.

I heard a knocking at the door, but I ignored because I figured Charlie would get it. The knocking was incessant, and nobody was answering the door. I stormed down the stairs, Edward close in tow purely due to curiosity. I opened the door, and there was Jacob and some girl I interpreted was Heather.

"Hi," I said, smiling at the duo.

Jacob was smiling so wide it seemed painful. "Can we come in?"

I shrugged, and opened the door wider. They stepped past me and sat next to each other on the couch. I sat down on the chair across from them, and Edward stalked over and sat on the edge of my chair. Jacob's eyes just narrowed at the sight of Edward.

Jacob and Heather were both at the edges of their seats, as if they had some big news. I wanted to tell them to spit it out, but they looked completely enthralled, so I humored them.

"Heather and I have been talking, and since we're so serious in our relationship, we've got some good news!" Jacob explained.

There was an awkward pause. Edward and I exchanged confused glances, and then Edward impatiently demanded, "And the news is…?"

"Quiet, leech!" Jacob snapped.

I watched Edward's fists clench angrily and his jaw tensed. I covered his hand with mine, and he relaxed slowly. We waited for Jacob to tell his story. After a prolonged silence, both Heather and Jacob exclaimed in exact unison:

"We're getting married!"

Edward and I were also in unison. Our jaws both dropped at the same time. Edward recovered quickly, though. I figured he honestly didn't care, seeing as him and Jacob Black were mortal enemies.

"B-but Jake, you're only sixteen!" I stammered.

He shrugged. "And you're only eighteen."

Edward seemed uninterested, but then he turned towards Heather and said, "Heather Black. You realize if you married someone with Gray for a last name, your name would be Heather Gray?"

I burst into a fit of giggles at Edward's joke. He normally didn't crack jokes, atleast not intentionally. Usually he would only use sarcasm to crack up.

Heather either didn't get it, or she was deaf, because her expression didn't change. Jacob was angry, though.

"Who asked you, parasite?" he snarled.

Edward looked at me and then back at Jacob. "Very original, mutt."

Jacob ignored Edward's last slur and faced me. "The date is set for August 13."

Shoot me.

"I'd really love you to come. Heather asked if you would be her bridesmaid," Jacob said, smiling. Strange. Why would Heather ask me to be her bridesmaid when she doesn't even know me?

"Jacob, I'm sorry, I can't," I said softly.

"Why?" he asked, sounding annoyed.

I shook my head, so Edward answered for me, "Because that's also our wedding day."

"What?" Jacob demanded.

"I'm really sorry, Jake."

"Atleast come for a little while. Just for the ceremony!" he begged.

"I can't. It's my own wedding. If it was anybody else's, you know I would," I explained. Jacob looked hurt that I was refusing. Edward took my hand and squeezed it. I looked up into his ocher eyes. They were apologetic.

"Don't try to tell me you're sorry, Bella! I know you're not!" Jake said acidly. I took my gaze away from Edward and turned to face a fuming Jacob.

"Jacob!" I tried to say, but he stopped me.

"Don't start, Bella! I'm always getting the short end of the stick! Just forget I even said anything!" he growled. I was so enraged. How was he acting like this was my fault?

I wanted to strange him. "You are one of the most infuriating people I have ever met in my entire life! Heather, I pity you, because you are about to marry someone who is going to give you a constant migraine!" I turned back on Jacob. "It's not like I planned this to happen! And I was planning on giving you an invitation, but now you can forget that!" I exploded. Edward grabbed my arm and shushed me.

I have to admit, the coolness of his skin really calmed me down.

Jacob left, Heather close behind, and I groaned.

"Calm down, love," Edward said softly.

"He's acting like such a…a…"

"An ass?" Edward suggested.

"You hit the nail on the head," I muttered. Edward just smiled and his lip twitched, like he wanted to laugh but held it in because he knew I would bring it up.

"What's so funny?" I asked curiously, still annoyed. Edward rubbed my temples gently, enjoying my relaxed expression.

"'Constant Migraine'?" he said quietly.

"Don't start," I grumbled.

"Am I giving you a migraine?" he asked, sitting next to me.

"Possibly," I muttered. Edward just laughed. Have I ever mentioned how much I love his laugh?

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