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Chapter 36: And Now, A Wedding
Renesmee's POV
"What?" I gasped, gaping at my mother as she stood in the church.
"Bella!" Emily hissed. "What are you doing?"
"The right thing," my mother replied. "As much as I hate it, Sam belongs with Renesmee. What you're doing isn't right, and I won't stand for it anymore." She stepped out from the pew and into the aisle.
"Renesmee has cried more than enough tears for him, and he deserves her true, genuine love, rather than your selfish love. He doesn't love you, Emily, and you know it."
"Of course he does!" Emily snapped. "You love me, don't you, Sam?"
Sam's eyes darted back and forth from Emily to me. "I… uh… I…"
His eyes settled on me, and I looked away, unsure what to think.
"I…"
"Sam?" there was a long, silent pause before I heard Emily whisper harshly to him.
"Don't you forget what I've got on you, Sam." Only someone of supernatural ability would've heard her, she was so quiet. I lifted my head in shock. What does she have on him? Was she keeping him because of some secret?
"Don't listen to her, Sam," I heard Leah say. "You don't have to stay with her. You're safe, I promise."
"Now see here!" Charles Young stood in one of the front pews. "Are you implying that my daughter has caused harm to the man she loves?"
"She doesn't love him! She's just being selfish! Even if she wasn't trying to marry him, she'd make sure he'd never have another girlfriend in his life if she could! If she can't have him, no one can; that's her mentality!"
"Or is it yours? You're probably still upset because he wanted her instead of you! which, obviously was the right choice. Look at you, Leah, you're a mess! Pregnant, married to a… mechanic."
"Okay, what the hell is so damn wrong about being a mechanic?" Jacob snapped at him. "I love what I do! Why does everyone have a problem with my profession? I don't get it!"
"No one has a problem with your profession, Jacob," Leah told him softly. "The Young family is just a bunch of stuck up rich snobs who think money is the most important thing in the world."
"You take that back, you little harlot!"
"Don't you speak to my daughter that way!" Grandpa Charlie yelled at him.
"I would if your step-daughter was more like my daughter; respectable, kind, generous—"
"Oh, stuff it, Charles," said Grandma Sue. "Emily is nothing like that. She's an evil, insensitive, two-faced little brat with no respect for other people."
"You're just jealous because Mother loved me best!"
"How does that even relate to what's going on here, you twit!"
"Can we get back to the point, please?" Mom said, over the voices. "Sam, you don't have to lie at her command anymore. It's okay."
I hesitantly met his eyes, and I saw what I'd longed to see since the night he left me. Love, passion… lust. Slowly, he stepped down each step from the alter to the aisle, never looking away from me.
"Renesmee?" he said quietly, coming closer to where I sat.
"Sam, don't you dare!" Emily yelled. He ignored her and reached out his hand to me.
"Ren…" I looked up at him and saw genuine trust. I gently placed my hand in his and stood up, moving into the aisle with him.
"Is… is this for real?" I asked him. He smiled and nodded.
"It's for real, Baby. I love you. I always loved you. It was always you."
I felt my eyes sting with tears and my lips spread into a wide smile. "I love you too, Sammy."
He placed his hands on each side of my face and leaned down, placing upon my lips the most beautiful, passionate, love-filled kiss he'd ever given me. it would've been perfect, had it not been for Emily.
She stomped up to us and grabbed me by my shoulders, wrenching me away and throwing me back into the pew where my dad caught me, growling lowly at her, not caring if any humans noticed.
"No! This is wrong!" she yelled. "This is all wrong!" She grabbed Sam by his bow tie and pulled him down to her. "You are marrying me! Not her! Do you understand me?"
Sam's POV
"Let go, Emily!" Bella yelled.
"Do what she says, Emily," I whispered, low enough for only her and other super naturals to hear. "Let go of me."
"D'you think I'm stupid?" She hissed. "I'm not letting you go. You're not going back to her. I am your imprint. You belong to me!"
"Not anymore. Now let me go, because I swear on my life, right now, I am not above fucking up the other side of your face."
Emily just sneered and let me go. "You wanna play like that? Fine."
She reached between her breasts and dug out her cell phone. "Jacob, I have something you might want to see."
"Emily, no! Please—"
"There's one video on this phone. Watch it, and tell me what you think." Her smirk was evil as she handed Jacob the phone. I watched in horror as Jacob went through the phone. I hung my head in defeat.
That's it, I thought. It's over. It's run or die. I could take Ren now and just go. We'll go somewhere no one will ever think of… Iowa or something… We need to get the hell out of here. If we stay on the move, we might have a chance. We could—
"Ha!"
I was snapped out of my planning when Jacob laughed loudly. I looked up at him to see a wide grin on his face. Emily looked confused and irritated.
"What are you laughing at?" She asked angrily.
Jake pointed at the phone, barely able to contain his laughter. "It's… it's Emmett! He's doing his impression of that lady… the mom from A Cinderella Story… I love when he does that! He's so… Ha! So good at it!" He doubled over in laughter and Emily's face turned red with rage.
"What?" She took the phone from him and stared at it in shock. "But… this isn't…"
"Your phone?" Bella's voice rang out. "No, it isn't." I turned just in time to watch her pull a similar phone from her purse. "This is."
She tossed the phone across the chapel to Jacob, who caught it with ease and crushed it in his hand, smirking at Emily and saying smugly, "You lose."
"But… I… How…" Emily stuttered.
"Switched 'em in the dressing room," said Bella. "Ain't I a stinker?"
"Mo—Bella… you did this for us?" Renesmee asked.
"Of course I did. Because I love you, sweetie."
"I… This is ridiculous!" Emily yelled. "Sam, you get back up here and marry me, dammit!"
"You heard Jacob," I told her. "You lose. We win."
"But—!"
"Oh, forget it, Em," her father said. "You don't wanna fraternize with these people anyways. They're not worthy to lick your sandals. Let's go."
"But Daddy—"
"Let's go, Emily." Charles and his wife scooted out of the pew. He grabbed Emily's arm and shoved past the rest of us, dragging her out of the church while she cried and screamed.
"I feel like that should've been more eventful," Leah said after a moment of nothing but silence as the rest of Emily's family and friends filed out after the ex-bride.
"She'll make some unlucky man very unhappy someday," said Edward. "I do not envy that man."
Renesmee's POV
Did that just happen?... yeah. Yeah, it totally did.
I sprang back up and tackled Sam to the ground, kissing him hard. "I love you so much," I told him.
"I love you too, Ren."
"Renesmee?" my mother called me. I stood up and went to her.
"Yeah?"
"I… I have to tell you something. It's not easy to say, but I don't want you to go blaming your father forever. I was working with Emily to split you and Sam up. I just wanted you and Jacob together so bad… but you were right. It was for selfish reasons. Because I wanted Jacob to still be close to me. I guess I'm not over him completely… Like you said…"
"Mom…"
"But wait. When Sam actually left you, you were so miserable… It reminded me of how I was when Edward left me when we were in high school. I hated seeing you like me. I never want you to feel like that ever again. And… I wanted to help you. I confessed everything to Leah and Jacob and they came up with the idea to destroy the evidence Emily had against you and Sam; the evidence she was using to keep him with her. I know I was wrong, and I'm so sorry. I totally understand if you won't forgive me. I don't deserve it. I just wanted to come clean, because I didn't want you to be mad at Edward forever. He doesn't deserve it. I'm so, so sorry, Renesmee."
So my mother was actually a good person. Who would've thought, right? There were so many emotions in my head. I wanted to scream at her. I wanted to throw a fit. But I also wanted to hug her and cry. I wasn't sure what to do, so I did what made sense.
Crack.
The church filled with gasps from the pack and the rest of the remaining friends and family as I punched my mother square in the face. She stumbled backwards, gaping at me and holding her nose, which looked like cracked porcelain. She held it until the cracks disappeared and then straightened up, brushing her hair back.
"Now I forgive you," I told her, smiling sweetly.
"Yes… well… I suppose I should've seen that coming. Well played, Renesmee. Well played."
"So, what exactly did Emily have on her phone?"
"Pfft. She claimed to have some incriminating video of you feeding from Sam," Mom whispered to me.
"What!"
"That's what she claimed." Mom winked at me. "But we all know she's crazy."
"Yep," said Jake, smirking. "What a crackpot. We never saw anything like that, did we, Lee?"
"Nope," Leah answered. "And her phone was 'accidentally' destroyed. There's no proof of such a thing, so it obviously never happened. Right, Ren?"
I smiled, understanding. "Of course not. I'd never do anything like that."
"And it's a good thing too. You know what would have to happen if you did and we found out about it." Leah dragged her finger across her throat, symbolizing death.
Wow, what a close call…
"Excuse me." we all turned to face a very confused, and seemingly frightened, pastor still standing at the alter. "I was supposed to get paid for performing a wedding… since that doesn't seem to be happening… can I go?"
"Well, who says there's not still going to be a wedding?" Sam said. I looked at him in shock.
"What are you talking about?"
He approached me and got down on one knee. "I don't have a ring, but… I love you and we're already here… why not? Renesmee Carlie Cullen, will you marry me? Right now?"
I can only imagine how red and flustered I got. "Really?"
"Really. I do still qualify as the other spouse for your housewife dream, don't I?"
"Yeah! Of course you do… Sam… Oh my God…"
"Well?"
"I… well, I…"
"Of for God's sake, Say yes!" I heard Jared yell. "I came here to see Sam get married, and I'm not leaving 'til it happens!"
"Well…"
"Honey?" Sam addressed me. "My knee's starting to cramp. Could you say yes so I can get up?"
I giggled and blushed even more. "Yes!" I yelled emphatically. Sam grinned and jumped up, capturing me in a hug and carrying me to the alter.
"So, could we just skip to the 'I do' parts?" he asked the pastor. "It's been a long day."
The pastor nodded. "Renesmee, do you take Sam to be your husband?"
"Chyeah!"
"Sam, do you take Renesmee to be your wife?"
"You bet your ass I do."
"Then by the power vested in me, and all that other nonsense, I know pronounce you, man and wife. You may kiss your bride."
I leapt up, wrapping my legs around his waist and planting a slow, sweet kiss on his lips while our families and friends cheered us on.
"Brothers and sisters," the pastor concluded. "I give you, Mr. and Mrs. Sam and Renesmee Uley."
We made our way outside as fast as we could, pretty much blowing everyone else off and jumping in Sam's car.
"I know exactly where to go for our honeymoon," Sam said. We waved goodbye and drove off.
Bella's POV
My daughter was married…
Wow, that happened in a flurry, didn't it? Never even saw it coming…
I smiled as they got into Sam's car and left. I felt… good. I really felt like a mother. I leaned into him when Edward came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me.
"You did the right thing, Isabella," he said, resting his chin in the crook of my neck.
"I just wish I would've done it sooner. This whole thing could've been avoided if I'd acted like a mother from the beginning."
"The point is that even though you messed up, you made things right."
"Hm." I turned to face him, my arms snaking around his neck. "About earlier… the 'not being over Jacob' thing…"
"Mm-hmm…"
"Is it too late to make things right with us?"
Edward smiled that crooked smile I loved so much. "You're my world, remember? I love you. It'll never be too late."
He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me; the kind of kiss we used to share; the slow, passionate… lustful kiss.
Hmm… So this is what it's like to be completely content with life…
Renesmee's POV
Sam's "perfect honeymoon spot" was indeed perfect. We sat in our little cave together, snuggling on a blanket and reading his old comic books, arguing about whether or not Batman was a real Superhero.
"He totally is," Sam argued. "He defends the weak and sickly, and he's got all those cool gadget thingamajiggies."
"But that's all he is," I said in rebuttal. "A rich guy with a bunch of thingamajiggies. He has no real Superpower, therefore, cannot be classified as a Superhero. A hero, sure. But not a Superhero. Now Spiderman; there's a Superhero."
"Dude got bit by a freak spider. It was completely accidental. If there's one true Superhero, it's Superman. He was born supernatural. He's even got Super in his name."
"What are your thoughts on Aquaman?"
"Aquaman can go die in a hole for all I care; that water-breathing jackass. His powers are only relevant if there's trouble in water. Can you say 'useless?'"
"Someone has to save the fishies!" we laugh together and I snuggled more into him.
"What about me?" he asked. "Am I a Superhero?"
"Well, if we're comparing you to Spiderman…"
"Oh, come on!"
I laughed and kissed his cheek. "You're the love of my life. My soulmate. My husband. Compared to you, every Superhero is nothing more than… well, a Batman."
"And I am going to treasure that comparison for the rest of my life."
He looked into my eyes, smiling cutely. "I love you," he said, nuzzling my face with his.
"You've said that a hundred times today."
"Mm-hmm… and I'm never gonna stop."
Sam's lips captured mine as he gently pried the comic book out of my hand and tossed it aside. He pulled me close, reaching around to unzip my dress and ease the shoulder straps down. I wasn't wearing a bra that day, and he used that to his advantage, attaching his lips to one of my nipples while he fondled the other with his hand. He nibbled and sucked while I buried my hands in his hair, filling the cave with my soft mews of pleasure.
He stopped to pull off his dress shirt before laying me down on the blanket and sliding my dress all the way off. He settled himself on top of me, his hips pressed against mine, and his face in my neck, kissing and biting. I could feel his hardness pressing against my core, making me even more excited than I already was.
One of Sam's hands trailed down, rubbing circles on my stomach and hips before dipping down and softly fondling my wet, panty-covered mound. I ground myself against his hand, craving, needing release. In retaliation, I unbuttoned his pants and wrapped my hand around his erect member, squeezing gently before slowly pumping him in my hand, making him moan into my neck.
"Mm… fuck, babe… Ah, don't stop…"
I felt Sam tug on the waistband on my panties and I lifted my hips so he could slip them off. He rubbed my clit furiously as I lifted my legs and pushed his pants and boxer briefs down with my feet. He stopped touching my core with his hands, and instead, I felt him circle it with his dick. I stuck out my lip in a pout.
"No more foreplay?" I squeaked.
"I've missed this too much," he said, grinning. "There will be plenty of time for foreplay later."
"Right to the point, eh?"
"You won't be complaining in a minute." He slipped in a couple inches, teasing me, then a couple more, until he was fully sheathed in my warmth. He wrapped my legs around his waist and leaned down, resting on his elbows so our faces were near each other. I gripped his shoulders as he kissed me, long and slow, full of passion. He began to move within me at the same time he thrust his tongue into my mouth, tickling my own tongue.
I missed the feel of him; kissing me, touching me; skin against skin. It was my heaven. It made me wonder how I would've ever survived if I hadn't gotten him back. No one could make me feel this way but Sam.
He pulled away from my lips and nibbled on my earlobe, placing a hand on my hip to hold me in place so he could thrust harder into me. I cried out as he hit just the right spot over and over, his name spilling from my lips and mine from his. I loved that he was somewhat vocal. It turned me on so bad.
I felt that familiar tingle in the pit of my stomach. "Ah! Sam… I'm so close," I panted in his ear.
"Yeah?" he let go of my hip and played with my clit again. I moaned and squeezed myself around him just to hear him moan and make him thrust faster. I knew he was just as close as I was.
"Come for me, sweetheart," he whispered seductively. And with that, I shuddered fiercely, my body shaking with my orgasm. I called out his name loudly, pulling at his hair with one hand and digging my nails into his back with the other. As I came down, I shuddered each time he thrust into me until he finally reached his climax, moaning in my ear.
We lay there together, panting and catching our breath, planting kisses everywhere we could reach without separating. Staying connected, Sam rolled us over so I was on top. I laid my head on his chest and he reached down and slowly ran his thumb over my sensitive nub, making me shake again.
Finally, after a few minutes, he lifted me and eased himself out. I stayed straddling him and laying on his chest, drawing patterns and such. I kissed my way from his collar bone up to his lips and brushed stray hair out of his eyes, smiling down at him.
"You look like an angel," he whispered.
"Do I?"
"Mm-hmm. A naked, sexy angel, whom I've just deflowered with my human sexiness."
"You are so full of it… But it's cute."
"You're cute."
"I am, aren't I?"
He laughed. "Y'know what?"
"What?"
"I am the luckiest guy in the world. No doubt. And not to brag or anything, but you're the luckiest girl."
"Oh, I already knew that," I told him. There was silence for a while, both of us basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking, when a thought popped into my head.
"Sammy?"
"Hm."
"What would you have done… y'know, if you had married Emily?"
"Honestly?"
"Honestly."
"Well, I am a CSI, so I do know a bit about the dos and don'ts of murder… I'd probably try to poison her eventually. I bet I'd get away with it. If not, and they came looking for me, I'd take you and we'd go into hiding until everyone we know is dead and the case is long forgotten. Probably a hundred years at most."
"… Wow. You've really thought about this, haven't you?... That is so sweet, in a strange, creepy kind of way."
"You would've done it too. I mean come on, did you want me to die unhappy? At least I would've been happy as a fugitive, as long as I was with you."
"And you'd stay hidden for a hundred years with next to no human contact other than me?"
"Babe, I'd do anything and everything for you. You've got me. I'm wrapped around your tiny little finger. I'm… Stuck on you. 'Til the end of time."
I slapped his shoulder. "You stole that line from a Paramore song."
"Well, it fit the topic."
Sam took my chin in his hand and pulled me in for another kiss. I laid my head on his chest again, near sleep.
"I love you, Mrs. Uley," I heard Sam say.
"Mm… I love you too, Mr. Uley," I murmured back.
And that, my friends, was just the beginning of my life as Renesmee Uley.
The beginning of forever.
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What is Sam Uley's third favorite movie?
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