IM SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY! I can't even tell you how sorry i am. I will give you my pathetic excuses: the first three weeks i was ill, then we had a loss in the family so i couldnt write for a couple of weeks. Then my sister was moving into her new house and i was helping and then i just didnt have time with the school work and then it was christmas before i had time and that was family time and then obviously new year. But i should be getting back to writing every other week. Updates will be on sunday as usual. There are only a few more chapters to go. Maybe 4 or so. Okay so here is the next chapter: (The dresses will be posted on my profile) Enjoy!
The wedding preparations were finalized. Crazy bridesmaids were running around the venue giving orders to the flower delivery guys who had arrived two hours before the wedding.
All of the bridesmaids had hair rollers in their hair and dressed in robes, stressing like it was unbelievable. Angela was the only sane person at this point. I had stressed out at the caterer earlier today, the wedding planner Anya was losing it with the flower delivery guy shouting about how this had to be the wedding out of a dream and Angela hearing about any problems would respond with 'It will all sort itself out'. Although it never sorted itself out. It was sorted with sheer force and fierceness that Anya had.
"People listen up," Anya's voice ran clear through the venue: "it's an hour before the guests start arriving. The flower guys have finished, the camera is set up and the chairs are arranged. I want the bridesmaids to go get their hair finished and into their dresses. I want the delivery guys out, the groomsmen go find your groom and the maid-of-honor go help the bride into her dress." With that Anya began to chase out the flower delivery guys. I went to the back room to find Angela standing in her robe.
"Hey." I said.
"Is it time?" She questioned, her eyes sparkling.
"Yes. Let's get you into the dress." Angela's dress was not big. It was very delicate and made her skin tone stand in contrast. It wastruly beautiful flowing dress, which was not over the top but was enough to grab attention. Thanks to the size of the dress it was simple to get Angela into it. Angela refused to have a veil saying that it was too over the top for her taste.
After we had wiggled her into the dress I went to the room in which all the bridesmaids were and slipped on my dress which was identical to the bridesmaids but suited each one of us just perfectly. I rushed to grab my bouquet and Angela's. The bouquets were modest white and yellow for the bridesmaids and plain white for Angela. The whole wedding party was shuffled to the front room for Angela to make her entrance and I had been told that a very anxious Ben was waiting for her.
Finally the wedding march began and it flowed smoothly right to the end of the wedding which was beautiful and a lot of people had required tissues, now Anya's crazy plan of placing a few tissues in the invite didn't
seem so crazy.
I had managed to escort Angela and Ben to their car and get to the hall where in reception was happening after their 'I do's'. Angela had decided to stay in her dress because it was discreet and not heavy which meant the she could freely dance. When Mr and Mrs Ben Cheney were introduced the lights in the hall were soft blue and gentle pick making the mood very romantic yet relaxed. As Ben and Angela swayed to the music I spotted the Cullen's in the far off table. They all looked perfect yet it looked like they had aged.
"My Bella, we did great!" Anya the wedding planner exhaled, pulling me from my observation.
"Yes. Look how happy they look." I smiled and turned to face Anya who looked very proud of her accomplishment.
"So who are these people?" Anya asked. Angela had hired Anya back in New York which meant she had no clue of who was who. As I began explaining to Anya Angela's Forks relations I saw that people began joining in with Angela and Ben swaying on the dance floor forgetting about their meals.
I was in the middle of explaining about Angela's cousins when I felt a tap on my shoulder and once I turned around I came face to chest with Emmett his face looked older but his dimples were full force.
"May I have this dance?" he asked.
"Yes. Completely. Go. I'll be fine!" Anya whispered, in awe from Emmett.
"Let's go." I said and Emmett took hold of my hand, leading me into the much crowded area.
"It's so exciting being at this wedding."
"Haven't you ever been to a wedding?"
"Well, I have but it was always Jasper's and Alice's. Or mine and Rosalie's but that doesn't really count."
"Emmett..?"
"Yes?"
"How come you look older?" I wondered.
"Well the whole family was worried if we looked like we hadn't aged in the past seven years so Alice came up with this idea of applying make up to make us look older. May I just say make up is horrible...It goes
everywhere!"
"That makes sense. Emmett you're not supposed to touch it. Leave it alone." I laughed as Emmett started to wipe his make up around his face with his large hand.
"Emmett Cullen, you better have not been touching the make up!" Little Alice came up and started to drag Emmett to what I expected to be the bathrooms to fix the mess that Emmett had created. As I spun around I saw all the Cullen's looking elegant and very inhumanly beautiful.
Esme was wearing an elegant teal dress that framed her gentle body and hugged all her curves. Her hair was longer than I had ever seen with slight tints of gray swaying just past her waist. Next to her was standing Carlisle also with grayer hair. This was obviously meant to make them look more aged. However the one who rivaled the rest was Rosalie. It was crazy to think how much more stunning she would have been if she was changed a few years later. Rosalie was wearing a Keira Knightley Atonement dress, pulling it off so much better as she had curves in the exactly right places. Her hair was piled on top of her head with a few strands loose and smoky make up. At that point I was aware that four fifths of the male population in the room was staring at Rosalie as if she was a mystical creature.
"Bella, my dear how are you?" Esme approached me and embraced me in her motherly arms.
"I'm very well Esme, how are you? Are you enjoying the wedding?" I asked once Esme released me.
"Oh absolutely. I haven't been to a wedding since Rosalie and Emmett got married in the late thirties. It is so enjoyable and fascinating to be here." She gushed.
"Where's Jasper?" I asked.
"He's socializing." Rosalie answered whilst pointing her French manicured hand to a table where not only was Jasper having a conversation with a human but looked comfortable doing it. Alice and Emmett decided to return and the first thing that Emmett did was wrap his large arm around Rosalie's petite waist. Alice skipped up to me and gave me a hug.
People were mingling, eating, dancing and chatting. The Cullen's were sitting at a table in the center of the room looking totally comfortable and happy. After keeping my eye on the Cullen's during the meal Angela dragged all the un-married women at the bottom of the stairs descending from the reception area.
"Okay girls," Angela shouted as she turned around, "you ready? One, Two, Three!" Angela counted and released the bouquet. The bunch of golden white flowers were falling way too close to me and although my head was telling me 'don't catch them' my immediate instinct was to grab onto the flowers so that they wouldn't fall onto the ground.
As soon as I caught the flowers I understood my mistake and shoved the flowers into the woman next to me.
"Take these!"
"What?!"
"Take the flowers! Please!"
"But you caught them!"
"Yes, but I don't want them." I said to the surprised woman.
"So who got it?" Angela said as she came down the elegant stairs. The woman next to me raised the bouquet. Cheers resounded from everyone around and I was relieved that no one saw that little passing of flowers.
As all the commotion had died down I decided to get a drink. Just as I was to take hold of the bottle of wine, a hand shot out and poured me a glass. I looked up to see Edward's golden eyes looking very smug.
"What?"
"Well done for catching the bouquet." He said as if it was no big deal. I decided to not blow my cover.
"I didn't catch the bouquet."
"I must admit you're a better liar than you used to be and I may have believed you if I wouldn't have seen you catch it and then force it to the woman next to you." He smiled and I saw in his eyes that he was challenging me to stand up to him.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so embarrassed!" I whispered, took my glass and rested my forehead on his shoulder.
"Don't worry nobody else saw." He laughed and I felt the rumble in his chest.
"Yea but still, I can't believe you saw that."
"Bella, you do know that I can see actions ten times faster than what you did."
"I do now." I whined and received a chuckle in response.
An hour later I was in Angela's suite putting final things in her bag for her honeymoon. I had made a list that I carried around with me the whole night so that Ang wouldn't forget or miss something just so that her honeymoon would be perfect.
"Bella?" Angela asked as she walked out the bathroom minus her wedding dress plus shorts and a cute top.
"Okay, I put your evening dress in your suitcase. I didn't do it earlier because I didn't want it to crease as much. I also took your jewelry from the safe and put it the shower tote thing so that it wouldn't look obvious…"
"Bella, thank you so much," Angela interrupted me, "the wedding was fabulous and the reception was fantastic. I don't think I could have done it without you."
"Well, I can't take the credit. Anya put most of it together."
"Yea, but I wasn't nervous because I knew that you would sort it all out if needed." She smiled.
"Promise to take lots of pictures?" I smiled back as my eyes leaked tears for no reason.
"I promise, and promise me that you'll think about it." She hugged me.
"About what Ang?"
"You'll see."
"Ang what are you talking about?"
"Well you have to look forward to something. I promised I wasn't going to tell you anything, but please just remember to think about it."
"Okay Ang I'll think about it." I said, even though I had no idea what she was on about. Right now what I needed to worry about was to get Ang downstairs and off to her honeymoon.
"I think I got everything. How do I look?"
"Never better, now go! Text me when you get there, and take lots of pictures!" I said and grabbed her suitcase, escorting her downstairs to where Ben was patiently waiting for her.
"Ready Mrs Cheney?" Ben smiled.
"As ready as ready can be Mr Cheney."
"Take care of her Ben." I said as Ben came over to give me a hug before leaving.
"I promise I will. Don't worry."
As Ben and Angela climbed into their car, the whole crowd shouted variations of 'Bye', 'Good luck' and 'Have a good time'; I believe I even heard a 'go get'em tiger'. The guests started to leave one by one and by 2 a.m everybody had left. Anya was the last one to leave. As I looked around the empty hall I thought about the possible life I could have had. This is what my wedding could have looked like. Although I did not miss that life, I wondered what it could have been like. The instant I thought of that my hands drifted down to my flat stomach, how would've my baby looked like. Would my baby have had Nick's or my eyes? Would it have been a boy or a girl? What would its personality been like?
"You would have been a great mother." I heard a voice, as I turned around I saw Esme before me.
"How did you know?"
"Carlisle told me. Bella I'm so sorry you had to go through that."
"Hmm, it's so strange to think I would have been a mom. I actually never got the time to mourn; I was so busy doing everything else."
"Bella, I know it's hard and I know you haven't had time to come to terms with this loss but I promise it will get better."
"How do you know that?" I looked at her, first tears of sorrow for my lost baby falling down my cheeks.
"Because I've lost a baby Bella. Two actually but one of them came back to me." She said as she wiped my fallen tear and embraced me in a hug.
"Esme what did I do wrong?" I sobbed into her shoulder.
"Oh baby, you didn't do anything wrong." She said and as I started to sink to the floor, her strong arms cradled me until we were sat on the floor her gently rocking me and playing with my hair to soothe me. This was the first time I had ever really broken down to cry for my baby.
"I lost it Esme! It was my fault just like he said. It was my responsibility as a mother, and I failed before I even was one!" I wept in Esme's arms.
"Honey, you never failed. It just wasn't meant to be. Sweetie, this pain will go away. I promise you. You would have been a fantastic mother, sweet and kind and caring. Your baby would have loved you."
"I never got to be a mother Esme I didn't even get a chance to be one. Not for a moment. Was that a way of telling me that I would have been a bad mother? Would I have failed the baby somehow?" My whole body shook as my sobs took over.
"Shh, sweetie. Don't cry. You would have been a fantastic mother."
"Then why didn't I get a chance to be one?" I whispered.
"It wasn't your destiny."
"But I wanted to be a mother, have my baby and raise it to be little human."
"You can always have one, later on." She whispered as if not to upset me more.
"But if I'm with Edward, how will it work?"
"With our world you choose Bella, you can't have both its just not how it's meant to be. You choose one or the other. Unfortunately as good as it is to be a vampire in some ways you always lack of something. As a human you don't have all the time in the world, you don't have that beauty that is not just in the eye of the beholder it's universal. As a vampire you cannot have children and you feed on blood. It's difficult to choose but at one point you have to choose."
"Do I even have a choice?"
"Of course, you have a choice. None of us are pressuring you to join our family. You still have the choice to walk out if you wish."
"Esme, I don't think I can. I…I just…I can't lose something so important like you again. I may have kept it together barely back then but I busied myself. Isolated myself from anything but work and school and I just don't want to do that again. Also I still love Edward, even though I'm still afraid. He can leave at anytime he wishes and I will just be one of those…humans."
"You're more than a human to him Bella. You're his soul. One he thought he didn't have. You have to realize as long as you are willing to be with him, he won't make the same mistake by leaving you. It's up to you."
"I love him Esme. I really do and I think I would be willing to give my world up for him."
That night I went back to Charlie's house and spent a few days with the Black family. Lana was getting bigger by the day and the children were perfect. My flight back to New York was four nights after the wedding. Getting back home was the most amazing feeling. Although I loved Forks, I could never live there again. It was too limited, too isolated and completely on its own. There was family there but that was also a burden. My mom and Iris weren't there, and though I lived far from them moving back to Forks would mean a greater distance from them. One day when I was rushing around my house I heard a knock on the door. I rushed over to it my hair falling in my face and I opened the door to find Edward.
"Hi." I exhaled.
"Hey." He said and moved my hair out of face. My breathing sped up a little.
"What's up?"
"Can I talk to you?" he said.
"Sure." I paused, not knowing if this was good or bad.
"Look," he walked and closed the door after himself, "I know this is going to sound a little crazy and fast but please just think about it."
"Okay." I smiled but something inside me felt a little sick.
"Bella, I want to spend the rest of your life with you and I know this may be a little quick but I can't stand the thought of losing you again. So will you marry me?"
"Are you serious?" I stared at him in shock.
"I know this is quick but just think about it." That phrase brought me back to when Angela warned me about thinking about 'it' on her wedding day. She knew. Angela knew that he was going to propose, he had talked to her about it. I began thinking about what had happened on the day of Angela's wedding and my talk with Esme, and how I really couldn't live without Edward.
"Okay. Let's do it."
"Really? Are you sure?"
"Absolutely. I want to be Mrs Isabella Cullen."
Yes, it is quick moving but i want to finish this story so i can write my other story seeing as i have a new idea but dont want to start before finishing. There will be another lemon (i will try to make it very steamy but i find it a little awkward to write them. I have to be in the mood) and there will be some more action before the end so just stay with me and for all you guys who have stuck with me, you have no idea how much i appreciate you guys. So if you want to read some fan fiction that i have liked just check out my favorites. Love you all! Anna xo