Kate: Garrett POV

I groaned and tugged at the roots of my hair. How could I have been so stupid? It didn't make sense to me!

How was I supposed to know that she had wanted me to propose to her? Weren't women supposed to want men to court them and take their time…didn't women like to play hard-to-get! This all just didn't make sense!

And to top it all off, Carlisle and Esme were both agitated with me!

I beat my forehead against my drawn knees and groaned.

How could I have been so blind? For crying out loud—all of my other brothers were either married or engaged! Benjamin and Tia had even made plans to tie the knot and yet, here I was sitting on the porch, spurned by my woman.

She wasn't even trying to hide! She wanted to go back into town. Not that I blamed her, I wouldn't have wanted to stay with me, either.

But it was just adding insult to injury that I could hear Edward and Bella cooing to each other like lovebirds just beyond the line of pines.

The door swung open and Carlisle prowled out.

He looked down at my sorry form purposefully.

"What?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him, "I already know where Kate is, so I don't have to look for her."

"And what about you?" Carlisle asked, he looked up to the barn where I knew Benjamin was perched pretending to be looking for Tia. Whom I knew happened to be hiding in the hayloft of the barn. They were having a conversation earlier before Carlisle came out.

"Oh, I'm looking for Tia," Benjamin lied.

"Sure you are," Carlisle said.

He glared at me once more and then yelled, "Hey! Everyone who is willing to come out please gather on the porch."

Kate and Esme came out on the porch, and I scrambled to my feet. She didn't even spare a glance in my direction. I felt like a chastised child.

Emmett stomped around from the back of the house, still yelling for Rosalie. Which was oddly funny, because I also knew where she was hiding.

"Ok, Garrett and Emmett hitch the horses; we're getting everyone in the wagon and going into town before it gets dark outside." Carlisle said briskly.

Once we got the horses hitched; Kate stomped passed me with her arms crossed morosely over her chest a scowl playing on her face. I sighed as I walked back to Carlisle.

"Alright, everyone else, because I know you can hear me get in the wagon. Now." Carlisle said in a no-nonsense tone.

"No way, Carlisle!" Edward called from his position mauling Bella under the shade of an evergreen.

"Edward, Bella," Carlisle called back, his temper simmering, "Come out here now."

"We should probably go," Jasper said, also hiding in the trees. Very uncreative, if you ask me.

"Jasper, bring Alice out here!" Carlisle yelled. I chuckled under my breath and I could feel Kate's angry eyes boring holes into my skull.

Jasper came out of the trees, unceremoniously dragging little Alice behind him.

Edward followed, holding Bella bridal style as she yelled at him and tried to scramble away.

"I have to take you back; we're going to go talk to your father so why are you fighting me?"

Bella punched him in the chest and kicked her legs violently, "Because, Edward, I'm angry with you! I just want to wait a little while longer."

I looked up and saw that the sheriff and his band of murderously angry fathers had pulled up to our cabin. My heart sunk into my stomach. This was not in any way going to turn out well.

"No!" Edward said, oblivious to what was transpiring behind him, "Stop it, Bella!"

"You!" The sheriff yelled, "Get your filthy hands off my daughter!"

I grumbled to myself this was getting ridiculous. Rosalie's father was going at Emmett and Sheriff Swan was crazy like a fox. It would have been funny to watch had it not been so awful and life-wrecking.

Who was I kidding? My life was already ruined. I'd ruined it. I had had months and months on end to make my relationship with Katrina work, and yet I didn't take any of the opportunities presented.

It just never seemed like the right time. I wanted to do something special for her, lavish attention on her, make her feel special. Love her in a way I never thought possible.

I don't think she understood that she had bewitched me. I was completely under her spell—lacking all control and volition when it came to her. I don't think she realized that she reduced me to a pile of babbling mush with just the softest brush of her skin against mine.

I wanted to convey all of that to her—but my mouth would get dry and full whenever I tried to. I didn't understand how one woman could make me so nervous!

It was so frustrating!

It seemed like somehow during my brief period of self-loathing everything had worked out and all of my brothers were being line up across from their fiancées. To stay I was stunned was one thing—but when the pastor with that crazy white hair too out his Bible I was dumbstruck.

I mentally kicked myself, I could be right there with them—a similar goofy grin on my face, but I screwed it up.

I screwed up my chance to be with Kate—all because I was selfish and scared.

I saw her and her father walk away, and for a moment I thought she glanced back to spare one more fleeting glance at the cabin, the Cullens, and me.

It was like that Bible story with Lot's wife when she turned back to look at the city and was turned into a pillar of salt. With that one glance she sealed her fate—and hopefully she would like it.

Carlisle nodded reassuringly to me.

I was suddenly running to catch up with her, taking long strides and breathing in air that suddenly had the sharp smell of the perfume of her skin.

I closed my eyes and pressed forward.

"Kate! Hey, please listen to me! Kate!" I yelled, but she pointedly ignored me.

Kate turned and glared, her hands akimbo, "What, Garrett? I just want to go home—please leave me alone."

"Fine," I said with a shrug and then started to walk beside her.

"What do you think you're doing?" She asked, glaring at me—looking rumbled and completely and adorably irresistible.

"Because, I'll follow you anywhere, woman," I said easily.

She turned to stare at me and her mouth opened a little—and I was entranced by her lips.

"Katrina, I love you. Don't ever doubt that. And, I'd be honored, completely honored, if you'd stay and be my wife."

She seemed to be floundering for her answer and so I resorted to begging. "Please, Kate, please."

"Yes," she said. I felt my heart pump faster in my chest as she threw herself into my open arms. Such a comfortable, warm weight.

"Well, then, what are we waiting for?" I asked, still a little high on my own happiness, "Pastor Webber is marrying everyone else back there, let's go!"

Kate laughed and we ran back to the cabin. Breathless and clutching at each other's hands.

Onlycullensforme requested this. I liked writing Garrett's thoughts, it was a big change from writing Esme's POV for the last outtake!

I'll be posting two a day until I'm done. Thanks for all the feedback, guys.

Sooo...one of the documents I currently have pulled up on my computer might be of interest to my faithful reviewers that have stuck through all these outtakes...I currently have the SEQUEL up and am writing it!! Don't get too excited--it probably won't be put up on this site until later this week, but it will be soon! I promise!