I never knew six weeks could pass so quickly. Our lives were revolving around the wedding. From picking out flowers to finding the dresses and tuxedos, and then having them fitted, we were very busy. My wedding dress had to be let out during the six weeks. The worst part was that when Esme, Alice, Rosalie, and I went shopping for our dresses, we found my dress a size too big. Alice had warned us that the dress was going to have to be let out, though, so I shouldn't have been so surprised when it happened.
Our guest list wasn't long. The Cullen's, my mom, Phil, and Charlie were invited of course, but we also invited a few of the people that we were friends with at school—Mike, Jessica, Angela, Ben, Eric, Conner, Tyler, and Lauren. Lauren wasn't first on my list of people to invite, but if we invited everybody else and didn't invite her, she would have found out and been hurt or angry. We had gotten replies on every invitation, except for one. Charlie hadn't called us to tell us he was coming. As if my life couldn't get any better, now my own father won't even come to my wedding.
It was finally the day of the wedding. Because we had decided to have the ceremony on a Saturday, Jessica had plenty of time to talk about what we were doing to get ready. I had become increasingly nervous during the week. Phil and my mom had arrived on Friday. When we had the rehearsal dinner, my mom didn't waste any time telling me her views on marriage before the age of thirty, and that having a baby is a very big responsibility. I just rolled my eyes and told her I was sure that this was what I wanted to do; Edward and I were going to be fine.
Alice and Rosalie insisted that they help me get ready. The first part involved me taking a shower. The second that I had sweat pants and a t-shirt on, they came in to dry my hair. I focused on staying calm as Alice and Rosalie moved blow driers over my head. There aren't going to be any problems, I told myself. The wedding is going to be perfect. The werewolves aren't going to attack today; in fact, they probably won't attack at all!
"What do you think, Bella?" Alice's voice brought me back from my thoughts.
I turned and looked in the mirror. "You're done already?" I asked in amazement. They had curled my hair and then pinned half of it onto the top of my head. The rest cascaded down my back. They just smiled at me as I gaped at my reflection.
Rosalie came over to stand next to me. "Bella, if you don't mind, we need to continue. There's only three hours left, we still have to do your make-up, put the dress on, and you have to eat some lunch."
"Only three hours left?" I said as I started for the door.
Alice was there before me. "Where do you think you are going?"
I became confused. "I was going to go find something to eat." I placed my hands on my stomach. "We're hungry," I whined.
Rosalie looked shocked. "You cannot go downstairs!"
I looked back at her. "Why not?"
"Because Edward's down there, and it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding!" Alice yelled.
"Well, can't we just yell down at him to hide while I get something to eat?" I asked innocently.
"No!" yelled Rosalie. "Just tell Alice what you want, and she will go get it."
"Okay… I want a steak, rare or barely even cooked, with pickles smothered in chocolate sauce." I said.
Before I finished my sentence, Alice ran out of the bathroom. I looked at Rosalie slightly confused but didn't say anything. I am really hungry. Oh, my god! I'm getting married today! I suddenly thought of Charlie the last time I had seen him; the look of disappointment, the hurt that were on his face. He won't come, he's too angry to even bother to show up and see his only child get married.
"Here you go, Bella—steak with pickles smothered in chocolate sauce," Alice said as she came back into the room.
I quickly devoured everything on the plate. Once I was finished eating, Alice and Rosalie continued to get me ready for the service.
There was only half an hour left. I was extremely nervous. I tugged at my wedding dress as my mom helped me put the veil on. Okay, just stay calm; it is going to be perfect. Nothing is going to go wrong; I am not going to trip. Just breathe. I suddenly felt closer to tears. I wish that Jacob could have come. He probably wouldn't have even shown up, but I wish that I could have sent him an invitation at least. God, here I am getting married when my best friend is six feet in the ground. He will never marry, all because of me. What if Edward changes his mind? No, he won't change his mind. Will he?
"Are you alright, dear?" my mom asked.
I was close to tears and finding it very hard to breathe. "I think so."
A soft knock came from the door. Before either my mom or I could answer, Jasper came in. "Can I have a moment with Bella?"
My mom looked from Jasper to me and then said, "Alright, but make it quick."
Jasper walked over and placed a hand on my arm. "Bella, calm down, you can do this. Everything is going to be just fine."
I was feeling calmer, but I wasn't convinced. "How do you know that it is going to be fine, I mean…"
"Bella, just take a deep breath; Alice told me that it is going to be perfect." I was completely calm now, and convinced that I could handle this.
"I am going to go downstairs now, it's almost time for us to start."
I turned back to the mirror to admire my dress. It was fairly simple; the bottom part was white and strapless. A lace coat went over the bottom part and buttoned at my stomach while the rest flared out to show the bottom part. The coat had sleeves that were tighter on my upper arm and loose around my wrists. Flower patterns were sewn into the lace as well. (I really didn't do this dress justice. This is the site that I found the dress at, please go and see what it looks like: A knock came at the door pulling me back from my thoughts. "Come in!" I called.
I gasped when I saw who had been at the door. I had expected my mom or one of the Cullen's, but not this person. "You look beautiful," he said gruffly with one of his huge crinkly grins.
Charlie was wearing a black tuxedo, different from the one that I had seen him wear to Harry's funeral. "Dad, I didn't think you were going to show up."
"Well, I wasn't going to miss my only daughter getting married. Besides, Alice came over last night with this Tux and said that she wouldn't forgive me if I didn't show up." I started to cry when he came over and gave me a hug. (Thank God for waterproof mascara!)
We stood hugging and just looking at each other smiling. I had really missed him. "Are you ready?" he asked a few moments later.
I wiped my tears, looked one final time in the mirror and said, "Yep, let's get this show on the road."
"Alright, let's go," he said as he handed my bouquet of red roses.
"Are you walking me down the aisle?" I asked slightly confused. Carlisle had said that he was going to do that, but if Charlie was here…
"Well, unless you wanted someone else to."
"No," I said as I started for the door.
Charlie and I walked down the stairs as the wedding march played. I gasped when I saw Edward standing by the podium that had been placed in their large living room. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a gold vest underneath; the whole effect was amazing. We choose to not have a maid of honor or a best man; so all the Cullens sat on the left side of the room and my mom, Phil, and the friends from school sat on the right. Neither of us was religious, so we opted to be married by a judge.
The service went by fast. One moment the judge was asking who gave this woman to be married the next Edward and I were reciting the traditional vows. I smiled slightly at the 'til death do you part' line. It seemed unlikely either of us would ever die. Now that we were getting married, eventually he would have to change me.
Then it was time for Edward to kiss the bride as we were presented as man and wife for the first time. Edward gently wiped my tears from my face before he pulled me into a deep kiss. The room spun when he pulled away.
We walked back down the isle and stood near the door to say thank you to all the guests that came. It was just easier to not have a reception; besides, it would be extremely bad if anybody got hurt or started bleeding.
Our friends from high school were the first to leave, and then it was just family left with us. Carlisle and Esme walked over to us. Esme wrapped her arms around me first and then Edward. "It was a beautiful service," she whispered.
"Should we give you our present now, or should we wait?" Carlisle asked in a loud voice.
I looked at Edward who said, "Now is good."
Carlisle took an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to Edward. He opened it. I gasped at what I saw in there. "A key?" I asked.
Everybody started to laugh. "We figured that you two were going to need a space of your own, so we bought you a house not too far from here." Carlisle explained.
"A house?" I asked in shock. This was definitively a present that was too expensive. I wonder what it looks like? Ooh! I hope that it has a cute little picket fence and maybe even flowers… I hope that they don't need a lot of care, I don't think that I have a green thumb; I mean, I know what happened to Renée's flowers…
"Yes, a house," he repeated. "Do you guys want to go see it now?"
I looked up at Edward smiling. "Yes," he said. "If that's all right with you."
We didn't even bother changing, instead we walked out the door to find Edward's Volvo decorated with a just married sign, streamers, and pop cans on strings behind it. We laughed as we got in the car. Edward looked at the address briefly then started driving. Before I knew it, we were at the house. It was located at the edge of town I couldn't see what color it was, but I could tell that it was small, with a cute little picket fence.
I jumped out of the car as soon as it stopped. Edward was at my side instantly. "Oh my God! Look at the picket fence! I love it!" I squealed.
"Shall we go in, my love?" he asked.
"Yes! I can't wait to see the inside!" As soon as I finished my statement Edward picked me up in his arms and carried me into our new house. The first room was a living room. At least, I think it was a living room. It was too dark for me to really tell which room we had entered. Edward gently set me on my feet as I explored our new house. Towards the back was a kitchen. It was a plain white color, but it wasn't going to stay that way for long. It desperately needed color. We walked back through the first room. There was a hallway to the left; we walked down the right first. A bathroom and a small bedroom were down that way.
"This should be the babies' room." Edward said nonchalantly.
I looked at him and asked. "How do you know that this isn't the only bedroom in this house?"
He gathered me up in his arms and pressed his lips to mine, causing me to forget about everything. When we pulled away, Edward had already carried me down the hall to reveal a door in front of us. He smiled at me and opened the door. Inside was a bed; actually, it was our bed from the Cullen house. Candles were placed on tables around the room; obviously, Alice had foreseen that we wouldn't be coming back tonight. I looked at him. "Alice told you?"
His perfect crooked grin flashed against his face. "Just when we were leaving, she told me that we should enjoy ourselves."
I leaned up on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "Well, I have a pretty good idea as to what we can do to enjoy our first night married."
Well, first things first: I am not Stephenie Meyer; you know the rest.
I am so sorry that I took so long. It's really not a good excuse, but I got the worst writer's block and I have a busy schedule now…still, I feel that I need to beg your forgiveness. I know that I hate when stories aren't updated, so please, please forgive me! (I am now on my knees; truly begging for forgiveness.)
Thanks go out to everybody that reads/reviews, and to my editors, Brittany and Ellen, and everybody else that helps me.
I am hoping to have chapter 15 done soon, I have it started and I'm about halfway done with it!
Love,
Crazy Speech Kid