Wedding Bells

Disclaimer; all characters and copyright belong to Stephanie Meyer.

A/N-thank you for the kind reviews and for following this story.

Part Eleven

The morning after the night before;

The next day dawned sunny and bright, but very cold. For once there were no clouds in the sky, frost made the grass shimmer in the light from the sun creating a halo effect. Bella's eyes flickered open and she immediately regretted it as the brightness hit her pupils, stabbing like knives. She moaned and rolled onto her side, suddenly hitting a sold wall of flesh as she did so. "Ow." She flopped onto her back and held her forehead in her hand. Bella's head was hammering as if the seven dwarfs were inside her skull hitting it rhythmically with their axes. She swallowed thickly and felt even worse; her throat was dry and sore. "Oh." She groaned again.

"Bells, Bella…." She cracked one eye open when she heard Jacob's husky tones. Immediately in her line of sight was the wall of flesh she had accidentally hit, it was his broad chest. A very inviting chest, his russet skin was smooth and oh so tempting, if the dwarves would just lay off hitting her head she would have run her hands all across his delectable muscles. "Bells." He said again.

"My head hurts." Bella whined as she sighed heavily and tried to sit up. That was a bad move. Her head began to spin and she felt like the world had tilted. "Jacob, help me." A warm hand caressed her forehead, massaging it gently. Bella sighed as the hammering eased somewhat. She felt Jacob gently push her back down on the bed, still rubbing her head lightly, keeping the incessant pounding to a minimum. "Thank you." She whispered gratefully.

"You're welcome." Jacob's voice sounded amused.

Bella forced both eyes to open so she could look up at him. His face hovered above her; he was smiling, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. "Why am I the only one who feels like a boiled cabbage?" She mumbled. Her throat felt horrible.

"You don't look like one at least." Jacob laughed softly. "Do you want some water?"

Bella nodded, but regretted it because the hammers in her skull upped their tempo. "Oh." She groaned again, pulling one of the pillows over her head. It suddenly occurred to her she didn't know where she was or whose bed she was in. She pulled the pillow away again and dared to peek around the room. The purple walls gave her the first clue that she was in her old room in Forks, but how come Charlie had let Jacob stay with her. In fact she didn't even remember getting here. Vague memories assaulted her tired mind, but she couldn't quite capture them. "Jake, did you bring me home?" She asked cautiously.

"I sure did." Jacob winked at her. "And you sang all the way." He chuckled as she stared at him in confusion. "Please tell me you remember some things." There was a hint of worry behind the question, even in her frazzled state Bella could hear it.

"I do. I remember giving the ring back." Bella tried to smile but moaned again when her mouth wouldn't co-operate. Nausea welled in her gut. "Jakey, I think I'm going to be s…"

Jacob was already prepared. He lifted her up, pulled her hair back from her face as he held a bowl under her chin. He grimaced as Bella retched a couple of times as the mysterious concoction she had consumed emptied out of her system.

At the Ateara house young Quil was just beginning to stir from the most restful sleep he had ever had. He yawned widely as he sleepily tried to get an annoying bit of hair off of his face. He kept rubbing at his cheek, it was so damn irritating, it felt like a spider web. Suddenly he was jerked completely into consciousness by the sound of deep snoring. Someone lying behind him was drawing in a huge breath, and then letting it out again, creating a horrid rumbling effect. Poor Quil's sensitive ears couldn't take the strain. He opened his eyes warily; he was lying on his side facing the far wall. From what he could see he was in his own room, so who the hell was it lying behind him in his own bed making that hideous noise? Quil was a wolf, he had battled vampires, seen things no man his age would even begin to fathom, and he was strong, confident. Nothing ever fazed him, but for some odd reason he felt leery about turning his head to find out what insane creature had decided to take up residence in his king size bed.

Before he could pluck up the courage to turn around there was another snore joining the loud pig like noises just behind him. This was a much gentler sound, and if he was right it was coming from a female? The twin snores competed against each other. The loud pig like grunt would reach a loud crescendo, and then become silent as the perpetrator inhaled deeply, then the more feminine version kicked in. Young Quil felt like he was going insane. He was dreaming this surely?

Spirits in the sky please wake me up from this bizarre dream. Am I tripping? Did I smoke something last night I shouldn't have done? Quil prayed in his head. He really couldn't remember much. His throat felt parched and his head felt fuzzy and full of cotton wool. The snores were making his ears ring, as much as he didn't want to young Quil knew he had to man up, turn around and face whatever monsters had dared to crawl into his bed. Taking a deep breath to give himself some courage, he sat up and glanced over his shoulder.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Quil yelled out as he leapt out of bed in horror, clutching his duvet across his body.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Young Quil's screams woke his grandfather who was lying beside him in the bed. It had been his long hair which had been tickling Quil's face and his loud pig like snores which had hurt his ears. The elder sat up, his eyes wide as he stared around the room blearily.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Jessica Stanley, who had been lying on the other side of Old Quil, shrieked loudly as she stared at young Quil and Old Quil, who were both staring back at her. Her long, curly black hair was like a frizzy fuzz around her head, her makeup was smeared across her face and she didn't realise how scary she looked with her blood red lips opened wide as she kept screaming.

Old Quil felt faint. He blinked a couple of times in disbelief as his ears rang with Jessica's screams. He suddenly felt very whoozy indeed. Black spots appeared before his eyes right as he fainted with shock, his head dropping straight into Jessica's lap.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"UP, UP, UP, SETHY. IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY!" Leah trilled as she yanked open the curtains in her brothers room, letting in the bright light. She grinned wickedly as she watched her brother curl up into a ball and groan wretchedly. Was it awful that she was getting a kick out of seeing her sibling suffer with the worst hangover ever? Of course it was. She began to sing loudly, causing Seth to moan in pain.

"Knock it off, Lee Lee." He whined pathetically.

"KNOCK IT OFF, LEE LEE." Leah screeched.

"Aww give the kid a break, Lee." Was that Sam? Seth forced his eyes to open, squinting in agony as the bright light hit them. What was his Alpha doing here? He wasn't up for a lecture.

"I'm ill." He mumbled. "Can't patrol."

"You're not getting out of it that easily, little brother." Leah laughed as she grabbed his arms and tried to haul him out of bed.

"Noooooo!" Seth fought her but felt too weak. "Please Sam." He begged. "Let someone else do my patrol today."

Sam chuckled as he winked at Leah. "Not my business anymore, Seth." He ruffled the younger boy's hair playfully.

"I don' understand." Seth gazed blearily at his sister and Sam. Why were they together in his room and why were they both smiling like idiots? Neither of them ever smiled. Seth's brain felt too much like mush to work it out.

"You'll find out, go speak to Jacob." Sam chuckled again as Seth dived back into bed and pulled his duvet over his head. He didn't witness the passionate kiss that Sam planted on his sister, which was fortunate as the poor young wolf was having enough trouble tackling his first ever hangover.

Bella had a long, hot shower. The water felt soothing as it hit her parched skin. She closed her eyes under the streaming water and let it ease the ache in her head. Despite feeling like shit she couldn't be unhappy about anything. Yesterday had been, well, it had been an eye opener in every respect. Today she should have woken up a married woman, but instead she was still free, and had spent the night next to an awesomely sexy wolf boy, not that she technically remembered sleeping next to Jacob of course, but it was certainly a lot better waking up next to his beautiful face and hot body than Edward's ice cold….her good mood vanished as she thought about her former fiancé. Bella knew she was going to have to talk to him again. A drunken goodbye and the return of his ring had been a bit harsh. She felt guilt swamp her. Edward at least deserved a proper goodbye.

"You done in there, Bells?" Jacob called through the bathroom door. She had been in the shower for ages and he was worried that she might have fainted in there.

"I'm coming." Bella called back. She turned off the water and hurried out, grabbing a warm towel and drying herself off quickly. When she was done she pulled on her dressing gown and emerged from the bathroom. Jacob was waiting for her with a hot mug of coffee in one hand a plate of toast in the other. "You made me breakfast?" Bella nearly swooned. No one had done that for her before. Edward never ate.

"Well technically no, your mom made it. But I did bring it up to you." Jacob flashed her an adorable grin.

It took Bella a moment to realise what he had said. "My mom's here?" She asked in confusion.

"Um…about that." Jacob handed her the mug of coffee and steered Bella toward her bedroom again. "There's something you should know about her and Charlie…."

A/N-thanks for reading!