Chapter 11
A/N: I don't own twilight.
Sorry this has taken really long for me to update. I just got so blocked about what to write next. I plan on one more chapter being the epilogue and finishing it. I'm not sure if I'm entirely happy with this chapter but i hope it's good. Please read and review. Thanks again for being patient with me.
APOV:
I stand nervously in front of the doors to the ballroom. In just a few moments Emmett and I will be introduced for the first time as husband and wife. I'm so happy I'm just about to burst. As I stand here I can't help but wonder what Emmett is saying to Tanya. I hope he's not too harsh with her. I know she deserves his anger but it's been over year and I know it's best for all of us for him to finally let his anger towards her go.
A few moments pass and Emmett appears following Alice towards me. "All right you guys it's time for you to have some fun." She squeals and rushes off to do whatever it is that she does. Emmett pulls me into his big strong arms. He places a soft kiss on my lips. "Did I tell you how beautiful you look today?" He murmurs while placing soft kisses on my neck. "Mmm…no." I say softly loving how he makes me feel. "Well, you are. You're so beautiful and you're all mine." He says and kisses me again. I will never tire of his kisses.
We hear the music stop and the band leader start talking. He's getting ready to introduce us. Emmett holds my hand as the doors open and we hear him say "For the First time tonight here is Mr. and Mrs. Emmett McCarty-Hale." Emmett holds my hand and leads us into the ballroom. The sight of it nearly takes my breath away. The lights are low and the glow from the candles give it a romantic feel.
Alice has truly outdone herself. The tables are draped in cream colored linens with beautiful calla lily center pieces. The white and platinum china shines brilliantly in the low lighting. The crystal chandeliers are sparkling making me feel like a fairy princess. The soft touches of pink flowers here and there adds a delicate girly feel to the hall. It's simple but luxurious looking. The lightness of the walls and the linens bring out the richness of the dark glossy hardwood floors. It's the perfect balance of light and dark just like Emmett and me.
We walk out onto the dance floor and have our first dance as man and wife. I was nervous about what song he picked. Emmett wanted to surprise me because we really didn't have a particular song that either of us felt represented who we are as a couple, but I know that whatever it was it would be perfect because being in Emmett's arms as his wife was enough for me. Emmett leads me out on the dance floor with a blindingly beautiful smile. He's practically bouncing from excitement and I can't wait for the band to start playing.
We stand in the middle of the dance floor and Alice is up on stage holding the mic looking like the cat who got the canary. I wonder what her and Emmett have come up with. Knowing both of them it's going to be amazing. "Now can I have everyone's attention please. Emmett has decided to surprise his new bride with the first dance song and I'm excited to say that it is absolutely perfect. So, without further ado I would like to turn over the mic to a new up and coming singer that is amazing. Here is Jason Castro." Alice says and I can feel the butterflies bouncing in my stomach wildly.
I turn to Emmett and he just beams at me. "Emmett..." I practically squeal. He knows just how much of a fan of Jason Castro I am. I've been playing his music non stop for the past few weeks and I voted repeatedly for him when he was on American idol. I feel like such a teeny bopper right now. Emmett just beams at me and pulls me closer as Jason takes the stage with his guitar and I can't wait to hear what song he's going to sing. The first few notes play and I can already feel the tears start to form as Emmett and I move together to the music.
Jason starts to sing and all I can do is smile brightly and get lost in Emmett's sparkling blue eyes.
Money talks
But it don't sing and dance
And it don't walk
As long as I can have you here with me
I 'd much rather be
Forever in blue jeans
I can't help but giggle a little hearing the lyrics but they truly do mean something to me and Emmett.
And honey's sweet
But it ain't nothin' next to baby's treat
And if you pardon me
I'd like to say
We do okay
Forever in blue jeans
Maybe tonight
Maybe tonight,
By the fire all alone, you and I
Nothing around
But the sound of my heart
And your sighs
And money talks
But it can't sing and dance
And it can't walk
As long as I can have you here with me
I'd much rather be
Forever in blue jeans, babe
The song continues and I can't help but to keep smiling as Emmett leads me around the dance floor. The song is simple and not overly romantic and that is exactly how we are as a couple.
And honey's sweet
But it ain't nothin' next to baby's treat
And if you pardon me
I'd like to say
That we do okay
Forever in blue jeans
Maybe tonight
Maybe tonight,
By the fire all alone, you and I
Nothing around
But the sound of my heart
And your sighs
And money talks
But it don't sing and dance
And it don't walk
As long as I can have you here with me
I'd much rather be
Forever in blue jeans
And if you pardon me
I'd like to say
We do okay
Forever in blue jeans, babe
As long as I can have you here with me
I'd much rather be
Forever in blue jeans...
Jason ends the song softly his voice carrying the last note perfectly and I can't help but to kiss Emmett soundly before pulling away as our family and friends clap loudly. This moment is perfect and I wouldn't have it any other way. The rest of the night is a blur for me. All I want to do is go back to our room and spend the first night as husband and wife in our own little world. After everything that we went through to get to this point was worth it. All the hurt, pain, fighting, misunderstandings and lies has made us stronger and if we can handle all that then we can handle anything that comes our way as long as we have each other.
A/N: Next up the epilogue, a look into the future with Emmett and Angela. Please Review.
