I don't own Twilight. SM does.
51.
Pure instinct drove me to say it and suddenly I remembered that I hadn't even known Bella a day. I kept forgetting that little fact. Shit. Talk about coming on strong.
"Edward..."
"Sorry. I shouldn't... I mean... shit."
Jasper finished his speech by thanking their parents and giving them the gifts that Bella had placed earlier. Then he thanked the groomsmen and bridesmaids. Bella and I had to let go of each other's hands to accept the gifts.
"OK, listen. There are a few things you and me need to do. First we need to get through this wedding, then we need to fuck, and then we really need to talk." She eventually whispered back.
My cock stirred at the way she said the word 'fuck'. I inched closer to her.
"OK."
Carlisle had been handed the microphone.
"...Jasper's previous girlfriends haven't always been so tolerant of his, quite frankly, spectacular obsession with medieval history, and of his weekend attendances at re-enactments, complete with costumes. Now, there are a couple of envelopes on your table. Please open Envelope One."
Bella reached for the envelopes pinned to the centrepiece. In Envelope One was a picture of Jasper in full medieval costume on top of a horse at a jousting tournament re-enactment. All the guests tittered.
"... we knew Alice was different when she took one look at Jasper's costumes and told him off for their poor quality. Three days later, she had made him four new ones, and two for herself, and joined him at the re-enactments. But Jasper reciprocated by joining Alice in her favourite pastime. Please open Envelope Two."
Sure enough, Envelope Two was of Jasper and Alice dressed in their line-dancing outfits, complete with matching diamante-studded cowboy hats.
"Never were two people more suited, in my humble opinion. They knew it very early on, as did we. And when he proposed, we were delighted. Alice has slotted into our family seamlessly, as if she was always supposed to be there."
Bella is supposed to be mine. And hopefully she soon will be.
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