EPOV
I awoke the next morning with a splitting headache, and no recollection of how I got it.
Ugh, man... What happened last night?
I sat up and rubbed my eyes, flinching at the throbbing pain in my head and the way that it was messing with my vision.
This seems like one of those things I should see my doctor for. But wait... I'm my doctor. Okay, so much for plan A. So what's plan B...
I got up and staggered over to the bathroom, wincing at the harsh light of the sun that was beaming in from all the windows.
Damn sun. Why does it have to be out during the day?
I stepped in front of the mirror, took one look at my reflection, and had to clutch on to the sink to keep my balance.
Dear God, I look like I have a baby growing on my forehead!
Huh...
"I don't think any amount of concealer is going to hide that baby..."
Wait, what? Alice... Alice was here last night. She was upset about how all the pictures would turn out.
That's weird. Why would there be pictures?
And that's when I noticed the note that was taped to the mirror.
Emmett, remember to wake me at 10:30. Remember, you owe me one!
- Edward
I ran back into the bedroom and snatched up the clock radio to check the time.
Holy shit, I'm late for my own wedding!!!
I arrived at the chapel nearly twenty minutes late, nursing a mild hang over along with the gigantic welt.
"Where have you been?!" Jasper hissed, dragging me into some little back room where Emmett and Charlie were waiting. "You only have five minutes to get into your tux and make it to the altar!"
"You can thank Emmett for that one," I growled, shooting him a glare for extra effect.
"What did I do?"
"More like what you didn't do! You were supposed to wake me an hour ago!"
"Wait, wasn't that Jasper's job?"
"No, I was told to bring the tuxes. Which I did," Jasper stated, with an all-too-smug smile.
He led me to a door, and opened it to reveal my tuxedo hanging up on a rack. I quickly pulled off my shirt and pants and tugged the tux off of the rack, trying desperately to figure out how to get it on properly.
"Here," Charlie grunted, walking over and taking the blasted thing from me. "Let me help."
"Thanks..."
He just shrugged, and handed each article of clothing to me in the order that it needed to be put on.
How is it that I never learned to do this properly? After all the fancy balls and stuff my parents would throw...
I sighed as the Chief helped me get the cuff links on right. He glanced up at my face, as if gauging my reaction, and then mimicked my sigh.
"Sorry about last night, kid."
"No... No, it's perfectly alright. Just an accident."
"Actually, it kind of wasn't," he mumbled, the cuffs suddenly becoming really interesting to him.
"I don't understand."
He frowned and picked up the bow tie, twisting it around his hands distractedly.
"Me and you... haven't exactly been on the best of terms, have we? Ever since I first saw you, in my daughter's bedroom, looking at me all terrified and guilty like you'd just kicked my puppy or something."
I chuckled humorlessly at that, and gave a little shrug.
"Just for the record, sir, I... didn't do anything too dishonorable before you came in. My intentions have always been noble with your daughter."
"Yeah," he grunted, clearly becoming uncomfortable. "Renee told me she put you to the test. I believe you."
"So is everything, you know, okay between us? Is this the part where... I don't know, you give me your blessing or something?"
He reached over and brought the tie around my neck, twisting and tying it up like a pro, while seemingly thinking very hard about something. Then he just smiled.
"No. I'm not giving you my blessing."
I took in a deep breath, trying not to let my disappointment show too clearly.
"But I'm also not going to give you another injury, if that means anything to you."
"Yeah. That means something," I grinned. "Thank you."
He just nodded and took a step back, looking me over to make sure everything was properly in place.
"All done," he grunted. "Now hurry and get to the altar, kid, so I can hand my girl off to you."
Precisely four minutes and thirty seconds later, I arrived at the alter, with Emmett and Jasper by my side. Rosalie, Alice, and Renee stood at the opposite side, with the priest placed in the middle.
Alice shot me a look that clearly said "you're lucky you made it, so now I don't have to pummel you". I just shrugged and gestured towards Emmett. She immediately fixated her stern gaze on him.
"Great, thanks," he muttered sarcastically.
"Need I remind you that you now owe me not one, but two?"
"Fine, fine. I give."
One of the double doors at the back of the room opened then, and someone gestured something to the organ player. Here Comes The Bride began to play.
I quickly straightened my posture and fixated my eyes at the double doors, waiting for my girl.
BPOV
I had gotten about, oh, say, three hours of sleep the night before. Pre-wedding jitters, I guess you could say. So I was the first to arrive at the chapel, followed by Alice.
She found me in the choir dressing room, pacing back and forth nervously.
"Did you get any sleep last night?" She asked with concern, quickly walking over to grab both of my hands in an attempt to comfort me.
There's only one pair of hands that will make me feel better....
"I don't know," I shrugged, not liking the way my voice cracked.
"Okay, relax. Everything is going perfectly, there's nothing at all to worry about. All there is, is a busload of things to look forward to!"
"Maybe that's the problem?"
"You're.... not getting cold feet, are you?"
"NO!" She took a step back and released my hands. "I mean, no. Of course not. I want to marry Edward more than anything! But...."
"But what?"
"I don't know. I think I'm just nervous," I said with breathless laughter. "Say, do you think it's like this for every bride-to-be? Worring so much, I mean. That's probably what started the whole cold feet thing. You don't think Edward has cold feet, do you?" My stomach clenched at the though. "Oh my God, Alice, what if he has doubts? What if he doesn't want to marry me, if he just doesn't show up!"
My lungs began to restrict, and I clutched a hand to my chest, suddenly feeling like I couldn't breath. Alice's eyes widened, and she suddenly slapped me in the face. I did a trouble take, and my breathing began to slowly return to normal.
"I... Uh... What was that for?"
"I'm sorry, Bella! You were worrying me, I thought you were having a panic attack."
"Just a minor one." I forced a smile. She glared at me. "Fine, fine, i'll calm down. I'm sorry."
"Good. Because I can assure you, Edward isn't having any doubts right now about this."
"But how can you know that?"
"I just do," she smiled, placing a finger against her temple. "Remember, that whole sixth sense thing? You know I'm never wrong."
I let out a sigh of relief and pulled her in to what was probably a bone crunching hug, seeing as I heard one too many cracks. So I quickly released her, and gave an apologetic smile.
"Oh, Alice, thanks so much for putting up with me."
"No problem," she squeaked, doing a little stretch - probably to realine her spinal cord. "After all, you put up with me during the whole planning fiasco. Now..." She strode over to a door, opening it to reveal my wedding dress, as well as the bridesmaid dresses, which were up on hangers. "Let's make you all purdy," she grinned.
About an hour later, I was ushered down a long row of halls in my dress by my father, towards the room I was to be married in.
"So he's here? He made it?" I asked breathlessly while turning to glance at my father, trying not to show my worry.
"Don't worry, Bells," Charlie smiled, carrying the train of my dress so it wouldn't be damaged or stained. "He got here just in time."
I let out a huge gust of air as we reached the double doors, twisting my hands together as the nerves continued to eat me alive.
"Everything alright?"
"Yeah, yeah. Just nervous. Excited."
He nodded and opened one of the double doors, peeking his head in and gesturing to the organ player. I smiled as he held out his arm for me, just as Here Comes The Bride began to play from inside of the room.
"Ready, kid?"
I just nodded, not trusting my voice to remain level and squeak free, and wrapped my arm through his. He cleared his throat and slowly opened the double doors.
My eyes immediately went to Edward, standing at the end of the room looking like a perfect gentleman in his tuxedo. He saw me, and gave my favorite crooked grin, completely easing all of my nerves. Suddenly I couldn't possibly get there soon enough and start my life with my perfect, bronze-haired Adonis.
I suppose you're all ticked that I ended it there? I'm no good with weddings! The only one I've been to was years ago, I was so little I don't remember any of it... I just didn't want to screw anything up. Was it okay? There's still going to be one more chapter after this, i'll be sure to make it longer, I promise. And if enough of you ask for some lemons, i'll see what I can do about squeezing one in. After all, I know it would make a certain someone very happy... xD
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