A/N
I don't own these boys SM does, but they own me in every way possible.
I also want to thank everyone who reads and reviews you guys are amazing.
This is the fourth and last out take of this story: Everyone wanted to know how the proposal and the wedding went down so here it is hope you all enjoy. I hope it comes across as romantic as I'm hoping. well as romantic as Jasper will let it be.
And as always my wonderful Beta Deβra Anne, have to thank her,She is amazing in her help and understanding off my boys. she really does give them an edge.
so lets go find out what Jasper Hale and Edward Cullen have been up too:
J.H.C. - J. Hale-Cullen - Jasper Hale-Cullen - Mr. Jasper Hale-Cullen - Mr. Edward and Jasper Hale-Cullen
Fuck! We're married!
And I'm God damn looking more like the Joker from Batman with every minute that passes – every thought making me unable to wipe the fucking smile off my face, even if I try. I could die a happy man right now, but I'm unable to do that, as I have made a promise to my boy to stand by him and love him no matter what. Not that I didn't make that promise to him years ago, but we officially finalized it a few days back, by getting the fuck married.
As Edward snuggles closer, lying flat on his belly, sheets gathered over his plump ass and slim hips, one arm lazily thrown across my waist, face buried into my side, he sighs deeply. His hot soft breath fans my ribs, making me shiver slightly. As I lay half-seated, one arm draped with his over my mid section, the other slung loosely behind my head, I echo his sigh of contentment and peace.
I'm looking out over the beautiful, deep blue Caribbean Sea as I lay on our exquisite canopy bed in our very own God damn villa. You heard me, people, our very own God damn villa, in the beautiful Ladera resorts in St Lucia, courtesy of my wonderful new in-laws, Carlisle and Esme Cullen. What can I say, they love me, people. Love me!
Esme insisted our honeymoon be epic - her words not mine. Epic, she said! Like she was sixteen or something. She at least wanted it to be outstanding, to say the least, stating that we both needed a break from the hustle and bustle of the city before we take up residence back home in Forks. And shit, she didn't disappoint, as if she ever could. This place is fucking awesome.
Carlisle informed us that they would take care of the arrangements as a wedding gift, and what a lavish gift it was. Our own villa is one of six, scattered a thousand feet above sea level, nestled in the beautiful Pitons with a wonderful view off the Caribbean Sea.
The accommodations are out of this world. Not too shabby, even if I do say so myself. They're light and airy - three walls of nothing but coolness and comfort, the forth wall non-existent, enabling the sea breeze to float freely and deliciously throughout the space, and bestowing upon us an amazing view of the surrounding scenery, and our very own deck and plunge pool. Yep, you heard me right. POOL! AWESOME!
Thinking back, my head spins. It's been a God damn whirlwind of events these last six months. First I had to grow the balls to propose, then get up the nerve to tell the families, which set off a cluster fuck of happenings. And come on, people, don't tell me that you're surprised! And didn't see it coming, as we all knew. Once Alice found out there was going to be another fucking wedding, she couldn't keep her hands to herself. Shit, you'd've thought she'd have had her fill with her own.
But no! Not our Alice. My heart goes out to Riley sometimes; I don't know how he does it. I bet he drinks a lot - or maybe drugs - I should ask him.
The little bird was menacing, a force to be reckoned with. And in the end, it was just fucking better to stay out of her way if you knew what was best for ya, or wanted to keep your fucking balls for that matter - and I kinda like mine, so I stayed mute. Happy in the knowledge that we were letting her, Rose, Mrs C. and my mama do all the fussing.
Edward moans a little in his sleep, and I smile down on him. He's looking all kinds of fucking sexy with a slight tan coating his shoulders and back. What can I say? The pool's been getting a lot of use in the last few days! Haven't let the boy unpack his luggage as of yet! Do I need to say more?
Shit! I still can't believe the boy said yes to me. He fucking said yes to me! When I, Jasper Hale, asked him, Edward fuckhot Cullen, to marry him, he said yes, and I didn't even need to threaten him with bodily harm.
I was willing, too; was even going to beg. But I didn't need to, cause he said yes, and may I say, fucking easier than I expected.
He was under the impression we were going to a Christmas party with my co-workers. And having worked with them for a few years and having attended this get together before, it never crossed his mind to think twice about it or question me further.
Since attending college, I've worked part time at the library - my love of history and knowledge of the Civil War sealing the employment deal for me. I'd been able to earn myself some spending money and savings. With Edward being a Cullen, he never had to worry about things like that. But I never wanted my education to be too much of a burden on my mama, so I made sure to apply for scholarships and grants and pounded the sidewalk until I got myself a part-time job.
What he did question, and what piqued his interest, was the fact that I wanted to take him to dinner first. It not being just any old dinner!
I wanted to take him to one of the fanciest, most expensive Italian restaurants in the city.
Oh Yeah! People, I was going all out for my boy, only the best would do.
"Jasper, we really don't need to have dinner there, you know! You don't need to spend that much money, honey. It's so expensive! Don't you think its a little late to start impressing me now, baby? You've already got me, hon."
I reach over to brush my lips tenderly against his, smirking to myself while thinking, Ah bless his little heart, the boy's way too cute! I whisper softly, "I might have got ya, hon. But now I gotta keep ya!"
He smiles sheepishly at me before saying, "Like you could ever get rid of me!"
Bless him, I say. Bless him!
Pulling him up towards me, I hug him tightly. He wraps his arms around my shoulders, playing with the hair at the nape of my neck. Kissing me longingly, he groans into my mouth, making it dance on my tongue, and I shiver. Stepping back, I smirk at him, before having to breathe deeply, regaining my composure. I want nothing more than to stay home and take my sexy boyfriend to bed - but I had a plan that needed to be completed - so taking advantage of my boy is not on the agenda right now. Maybe later, if I play my cards right!
So giving his towel-clad butt a playful slap, I encourage him to hurry the hell up or we'll be late for our reservations. And within the hour, we're dressed in our Sunday best, as we head out, choosing - well me insisting! - on grabbing a cab. Don't want to worry about who is or isn't going to drive our sorry asses home.
As we enter the restaurant, I sneak a glance over in Edward's direction. Fuck, he's gorgeous! He's wearing his dark charcoal gray suit, white shirt, and emerald green tie - the one I got him last Christmas - and the boy's looking all kinds of smart and sexy.
I myself chose to wear my light gray suit, white shirt and navy blue tie - funny enough, the one Edward bought for me last Christmas. But I love it - it's one of my favorites. Edward always remarks on how it matches my eyes; and tonight, that's where I wanted his attention the most.
The hostess had seated us near the center of the spacious dinning room, a request I'd placed while making the reservations. It's a small, beautiful table for two, crisp white table cloth and a soft flickering candle in the center.
The meal was outstanding, as was the ambiance. I couldn't have asked for a more romantic atmosphere - lights low, music soft, couples speaking around us in hushed tones with whispered laughter throughout the room. This place exudes a sense of calm, serenity and peacefulness.
But the main attraction was the amazing fountain which graced the middle of the floor, standing all tall and regal, nearly reaching the ceiling. It had to be at least fifteen to twenty feet high. A gentle waterfall cascades from a huge jug being held and poured by a very, and I really need to emphasize the word, VERY! scandalously clad woman. She's half fucking naked.
Look, people. I'm gay! And I was fucking staring.
I'm really God damn surprised Edward didn't kick me under the table at least once or twice just to get my attention back.
But there she stood in all her 'nakedness,' upon a large, beautifully orate crafted fish, its golds and bronzes shimmering and dancing within the restaurant's walls due to the soft glow of the candles as water trickles from its deep, wide mouth. The combined levels of flow enhancing the sound enabling it to captivate the room making it seem even more enchanting and magical.
After the waitress cleared our table of dinner dishes, having refilled our wine glasses while making a promise to return with the dessert menu, we both smiled and thanked her gracefully for her service. I sat staring at the fountain, my hand reaching across the table, entwining my fingers with Edward's.
He glances over, his eyes soft, his smile radiant, pulling my hand to his luscious lips. He sighs deeply, before gently swiping the tip of his tongue across my knuckles.
Leaning in, he whispers, "Thank you, babe. It's been such a lovely night. God, I love you dearly."
Bringing his hand to my moistened lips, I kiss his knuckles tenderly. "Love you too, sweetness, more than you'll ever know!"
He raises his glass, motioning for me to do the same, and with his soft, velvet voice, he utters my favorite sentiment, "The Best Part Of Me Is Always You," smiling widely as I return it tenfold. We then touch glasses and sip to our agreement.
Our waitress returns with the dessert menus, and as I place my order, the girl steps aside, waiting patiently for Edward as he scans the menu a few times, having to think then rethink his every choice.
The boy's got a problem, I tell ya. A problem! So we wait.
He glances at me nervously, biting gently on his bottom lip. And all I can do is smile at my boy - he's just too cute -telling him with my eyes to take his time.
Once his mind was made up and his order placed, our wine glasses were filled once more, and we're able to sit back and make small talk, enjoy our surroundings, and from time to time comment on some of the other couples around us and the decor.
While waiting for our desserts to arrive, I glance nervously at the fountain. Edward notices and eyes me, and I meet his eyes, giving him a small smile. Suddenly his brow frowns and he tightens our clasped hands.
Tugging on my fingers gently, he questions me nervously, "Jasper? Babe, you OK?"
I grin at him hopefully, while reaching into my pocket and retrieving a shiny new coin saved and set aside for this precise moment in time. Edward eyes it bewilderingly as I play with it and spin it in my long, lean fingers. He raises his eyes questioningly as I smirk.
Curiosity getting the better of him, as I knew it would, he leans in, whispering, "What are you doing, babe? What's that for?"
Drawing a deep breath into my lungs and regaining some confidence, I calm my nerves. My excited eyes move up to meet his. "I want you to make a wish!" He looks between me and the fountain, and then shyly around at the other diners, then whispers, "Jasper, you know I don't believe in that. Wishes are not my thing - that's your territory, babe!" His lips turn up in the corners uneasily.
I place the coin on the table. Lifting my wine glass to my lips, I sip, slowly eying him over the rim. Waiting!
And Bingo!
"That's not to say that you can't make one, honey. I'm sure you could make enough wishes for the both of us!"
Smiling devilishly, I rise, taking three strides to arrive at the base of the fountain. Holding the shiny new coin between my thumb and index finger, I give it one last spin before tossing it into the cascading water. As I sigh deeply, I place both hands in my pant pockets and I wait. And once again, I wait a little longer.
And Bingo!
Within seconds, I sense him by my side. I smile over at his gorgeous face as he eyes me warily, curiosity written all over his face. Taking one hand out of my pocket, I reach over and place it in his, gently squeezing, as he returns it in kind. Leaning in, he whispers, "Whatcha doing, sweetie?"
"I made a wish, babe!" As I smirk knowingly over at him, his eyes sparkle in wonderment. I've got him!
God, do I know my boy or what! He squeezes my hand a little tighter, glancing shyly over his shoulder. Returning his eyes to me, he asks timidly, "What did you wish for, babe? Can you tell me your wish?" Nosy much?
Looking over at him, I take a deep breath, sighing softly and placing a tender kiss on his forehead before answering.
"I didn't make a wish for me, hon. I made one for you!"
"For me? Why would you make a wish for me?"
Now I really have him. He's so curious, he could spit.
"Just thought you needed one, Edward! Is that all right with you? Do you mind that I gave you a wish?"
"What would you wish for me, Jasper? What is there I would ever need?"
Stepping closer to him, I lay my lips softly against his. He brings his hand up, cupping the back of my head, pressing me tighter to him, making the kiss linger a little longer before releasing me, as we both stare back into the flowing water fountain. Wrapping my arm around his waist, placing my hand on his hip, I pull him to me before I continue.
Drawing deep breaths into my lungs through my nose, I feel my eyes moisten. Doing my best to control my emotions, I shake my head a little and pull him a little tighter. I feel him tense slightly at my side, so I whisper, "My wish for you, baby, is the hope that you may never feel the need...
(deep breath) to ever: steal, cheat, or lie."
He tries to pull back a little, cause now he's really pissed. I feel him tense even more, looking over as his brow frown's deeply in my direction. I drag him back to me, giving him a playful squeeze, but he's having none of it. He's trying his best to untangle himself from my hold.
His voice rises slightly above a harsh whisper. He sternly turns, trying his best to break free. But I won't let him; I don't give him a chance. I just pull him harder into my side, smirking at him, making him even more crazy. Then he asks harshly, "Jasper? Why the hell would you wish that? Why the hell would you think that? What would ever give you the God damn fucking idea that I would ever have to steal, cheat, or lie on you, or to you for that matter!"
I realize quickly that I have to get control of this, cause my boy's pissed. My boy's cussing. I laugh softly once again, kissing his forehead as he cheekily tries to pull himself away again. He's such a stupid boy sometimes!
"You didn't let me finish, sweetness. You didn't let me finish telling you my wish!"
He stands a little straighter, inhaling a few deep breaths before he turns slightly, his eyes sadly telling me to continue. Cause shit, he's really pissed.
Turning to face him, I take both his hands in mine. We stand a few inches apart, chests heaving as we try to control the emotions running wildly within us. I rub his knuckles tenderly with my thumbs as I watch his eyes flutter closed. He pants gently through parted lips as I watch and wait. Fuck, he's so beautiful. The thought gives me confidence, making me know I can do this.
Taking the little black box from my pocket, I place it in the palm of his hand, curling his fingers around it as mine cover his.
He looks a little anxious, and totally confused, as we both start to shake nervously. I bring my emotion-filled eyes up to stare into his excitedly alarmed orbs, watching as both sets moisten with affection and desire.
Taking a deep, shaky breath, I calmly and lovingly continue, "Edward, my one and only wish for you ever, is the need for you to never have to either steal, cheat or lie.
But if you feel the need to steal, steal away my every fear and sorrow.
And if you feel the need to cheat, cheat death, cause there's not a day in our lives that I can live without you.
And baby, if you feel the need to lie, lie with me, and only me, every night for the rest of our lives.
Cause truthfully, Edward, I can't see a day in my life without you in it. And I need you by my side for always.
So what I'm trying my best to ask is... another deep breath... Sweetness, would you do me the honor of being my husband? Marry me, Edward! So I may spend the rest of my life with you."
And as I wipe the sweat from my brow and the tears from my face, I make eye contact nervously. My shaking fingers unclasp his tight grip from the little black box in his sweaty hand. I open it timidly, revealing two round platinum bands, both with an inlay of jade green and blue sapphire entwining down the center.
Taking them both out, I place the box back in my pocket, as I look up at Edward, realizing I hadn't heard a fucking answer yet. What the hell do I do now?
He's looking at me in shock. His eye's aren't blinking - they're just pooled with moisture as he bites nervously on his bottom lip.
I panic a little, feeling my body start to freak out. My ears start to hum and my heart pounds in my chest, determined to break a few ribs in the process. I pull on his hand to get his attention.
He slowly shakes his head as his eyes flutter closed. He inhales through his nose before bringing his gaze back to me.
And I wait! Nervously.
And I wait! What the fuck?
And suddenly time stands still! As does my panicked heart!
My breathing's uneasy, my vision blurs with emotion, but I need to know. I need an answer!
I whisper, "Edward?" so low I'm not even sure he heard me. Shit! I'm not even sure I heard it myself. Maybe I just thought it!
His eye's come into focus as a lone tear slips slowly down his cheek. Then suddenly he smiles the most amazing wide ass smile I have ever seen. He looks down. As I follow his stare, I notice he's holding out his slightly shaking ring finger, presenting it to me so I may do the honor of placing the newly purchased shiny ring on it.
And before he gets to change his God damn mind, I do, wiping my own shaky hand on my pants before placing my matching ring on my own.
We stare at our matching hands for what seemed like forever. The bands of Jade and sapphire glisten in the candlelight, dancing to the rhythm of our pounding hearts and singing to the tune of our combined souls. But before I can think another thought, I'm taken out of my musing by Edward flinging himself at me fiercely, kissing my face, my neck, my hair - everywhere his lips could find flesh and purchase.
As he gloriously chants to me and to anyone else who would listen or care:
"Yes-yes-yes-yes. Yes, Jasper, I'll marry you. Yes, Jasper, I'll steal away your sorrows and fears. Yes, Jasper, I'll try my best to cheat death so I may spend each and every day with you. And yes, Jasper, I'll lie down with you every night for the rest of our lives. Cause I love you, baby. I always have, and I always will. So my answer to you is yes."
And with that, the whole place erupts. The room fills with wolf whistles and cheers. As we sheepishly and shyly untangle ourselves from each other, our flushed faces and moistened eyes show our emotions and reaction to everyone.
We both watch in shock as each table stands, slowly clapping, some yelling, others screaming their congrats and well wishes.
As I place my hand in Edward's I lead him back to our table. The once three short strides feeling like a few miles under heavy nervous muscles. I pull out his chair, bending to kiss his forehead as he looks lovingly up at me. Then I make my way back to my own, taking a seat before reaching across to re-entwine our slightly sweaty, shaky fingers. At that moment, the waitress returns to our table with our desserts, followed by a waiter holding a freshly opened bottle of wine, informing us that it was compliments of the management, wishing us all the best for the future.
To say that we will ever forget the night of our engagement would be a fucking understatement.
Driving home to Forks was always so exciting. We got to spend time with our families and friends, and as always, eat enormous amounts of food. Our mothers always thought we looked frail and underfed, cause God forbid a human lives without their nourishing morsels. Like grilled cheese in Forks is any different from that at school. But they liked to think it was, so who were we to argue. So when we were home, they took every opportunity to feed us until we would literally burst.
And the thought of getting to spend more time in our new house was overly appealing. We were so happy that we didn't have to be a burden or too much under our parents' feet. Having our own space in our home town was way too awesome. We purchased it during last summer's vacation while home for Alice and Riley's wedding, and have spent our free weekends fixing it up, with the help of our family and friends - hoping that when we finally move back, we will be all set with no worries or concerns.
This time's a little different though - the excitement is more animated, due to the fact that my boy and I had a little secret that we were so desperate to share. The anticipation was fucking killing us, to tell yea the truth.
Trying to keep Edward from spilling the beans was way harder than I expected. The boy was intolerable! He was driving me fucking crazy at times - really making me rethink my decision. Well not really! But I needed to threaten him from time to time with taking the fucking ring back if he didn't calm the hell down.
So as I drove, he bounced, playing with the radio and changing CD's every fucking five minutes, reaching in the back for bottled water or smacks, turning the air down-turning the air up-turning the air off, opening the windows-closing the windows, adjusting his seat over and over again.
Before I had to pull the fucking car over and kill him where he stood, I imagined burying his fucking body at the side of the road somewhere that it would take maybe four police departments and a shit load of cadaver dog's just to find his sorry ass, smirking devilishly to myself with the knowledge that Charlie fucking Swan, Chief of Police for Forks would never cut it for this big ass job.
But imagining life with out him in it was way too overwhelming. So instead, I just took a long deep breath, regaining control and letting myself calm. I tenderly reach across the armrest and place my hand over his.
He twists his hand palm up, enabling him to entwine his fingers with mine. Then after a few seconds of staring at our clasped hands, he returns his gaze to me, and oh my gravy, it's filled with so much love, lust and wonder. There's no way I could ever leave him on the side of the road, letting the cadaver dogs have their way with his beautiful ass. So after some thought, I decided to change my mind and not to kill him. Maybe I'll keep him a little longer.
After the initial shock of wanting to cause my beautiful boy bodily harm wore off, we made it home in record time. First we dropped our stuff at the house, unpacking the few things we had and placing the boxes we had brought in the spare room. We headed out to see the families. The Cullens had invited my mama, Rose and Emmett over to join us for dinner. Alice and her new husband Riley would be joining us for dessert.
After the dinner and dessert dishes had been cleared away, we all sat around drinking wine and beer while making small talk - all the usual questions: How were the last few months of school going? Did Edward's transfer go without too much drama? Had I heard anything regarding the loan I had applied for to purchase a vacant building in town, and had I spoken to the contractors? Seeing as Emmett was going to manage the contractors - that being his expertise - I diverted all those questions in his direction. He beamed from ear to ear at finally being able to be the center of attention. Rose looked on proudly as he answered everyone's questions and concerns excitedly but professionally.
But before things slowed down too much, and everyone got too tired or bored and decided to leave, I glanced over at Edward, wanting his OK - wanting him to want this. As he returned my stare with a little nervousness, but a whole lot of God damn love and affection, I knew we could do it. Edward had wanted me to come up with the ploy to break the news, informing me that after my elaborate marriage proposal, anything from here on in that had to entail the imagination was all on me. So I took him up on his challenge and racked my brain for over a week, trying to come up with a way to make this just as memorable.
Leaving the table for a second, I return with a handful of envelopes, bending down softly, asking Edward to join me at the head of the table as our families continued to talk in whispers around us. Then clearing my throat, everyone looks in our direction in confusion. Once I got their attention, I smiled at each of them lovingly before turning to Edward and placing a chaste kiss on his soft lips. He looks over at me with moistened, wondrous eyes, all glassy and sparkling, holding my world and heart in his stare. We were pulled out of our musing when Mr.C. cleared his throat. We both brought our attention back to the table, grinning like idiots.
As Edward stood frozen at the head of the table, I ran around, placing an envelope in front of each of our family members, then rejoined Edward, wrapping my arm around his waist as he did mine. Everyone looked at us bewildered and confused as I motioned for them to open the envelopes and read, which they all did as they glanced between each other and us expectantly,
Edward and I watch in awe and glee, as they all proceeded to read over their very own copies of the papers. I watch their eyes as they scan the pages, reading then re-reading, trying to decipher the information written upon them. When they are finally done, they stare at each other first with confusion, then over at Edward and me dumbfounded.
Carlisle speaks first, an excited sparkle in his eyes, letting me know that he thinks he knows what's going on.
"Jasper? Edward? these are change of name papers! Is someone legally changing their name?"
And at that, I hear both our moms gasp. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Mama place a hand on her chest, and I swear I heard Alice let out a small squeak as she bounced on her chair happily, Riley looking at her likes she'd just gone mad. Then Rose reads out loud, "Jasper Hale-Cullen? Edward Hale-Cullen?"
Emmett answers her with a confused "Huh?" Esme then questions us suspiciously. "So what does this mean, boys, you're changing your names?" Carlisle steps in, raising an eyebrow. "From now on you want to be known as Edward and Jasper Hale-Cullen?"
Edward finally speaks up as he sinks his blunt nails into my hip in the process.
"Well, not right now, but maybe sometime in May or June we would appreciate it!"
As Mama still holds her chest, she breathlessly asks " Why May or June, Edward? What's happening then?"
And after looking at each other one last time, we say in unison, "Cause we're getting married!"
And with that, the clusterfuck begins. Everyone's screaming, yelling, kissing and hugging. Our moms are crying while the guys shake our hands and pat our backs. Carlisle returns from the kitchen with a freshly opened expensive bottle of wine, informing us that he was saving it for Christmas dinner, but that this was way more important, and we needed to celebrate.
So as I said earlier, Alice was a force to be reckoned with, being the fashion and planning connoisseur that she was. The little pixie was like a whirlwind, getting all the plans in motion. Between her, Rose and our mothers, all Edward and I could do was nod and smile, nod and smile, doing our best to agree with most of it; but putting our foot down when it would get out of hand. And with all these women involved, out of hand happens a lot.
Carlisle took care of the service, requesting the help of one of his old co-workers and a long time family friend, who also happened to be Edward's Godmother, a lady by the name of Mel Reeves. I've been lucky enough to be in this lady's company more than a few times over the years, and she always seemed very entertaining, open minded and interesting. Edward and I would sit and listen to her views on mankind, relationships and religion - or the lack thereof for hours. She was like a breath of fresh air when the world around you seemed like nothing but confusing, especially to two teenage boys trying to find out where the hell they fit into the whole scheme of things. And looking back over the years, I think that's why Carlisle kept her around so much - he knew we would listen to her wise words and benefit from her knowledge. So having her oversee the service seemed like a wonderful idea to us.
The ceremony itself would be held in the Cullens' backyard, under the canopy of the trees, among the fragrance of the roses, with the sound of the babbling creek for a backdrop. It would be perfect.
Emmett spent hours constructing a dance floor under the stars. His crew worked diligently, sometimes into the wee hours, doing their best to make everything right. A tent was set up and a bar was built in the far corner of the yard to house the food drink and tables for those not wanting to eat under the elements, and just in-case, and God forbid, it rained.
And fuck! Don't get me started on the food. Edward and I would have been happy with a fucking barbecue. But Alice just turned her nose up in the air with disgust, telling us that we knew nothing about entertaining and weddings, and to just butt the hell out, so we did. We did get to go cake shopping one weekend. Oh Joy! And after a little hair pulling and nail biting, we got to make our choice half chocolate half vanilla, and whatever fucking covering or frosting or icing or what the fuck ever its called on top. That ended up being Alice's choice, cause as we all know, it was Alice's fucking wedding.
We asked our sisters to be our witnesses, opting out of the usual best man thing, and knowing our mothers would be way too caught up in the craziness of the day and their emotions to handle the task at hand. So with that, Alice informed us that we had to go suit shopping, so that she and Rose would be able to pick the color and style of their dresses. Needless to say, she nearly had a fucking nervous breakdown when we told her we weren't wearing suits. Well, it was more like a shit fit. Yeah! I would say it was a shit fit, cause we all know by now it was Alice's fucking wedding.
We wanted to wear black pants, matching vests and white shirts, Edward demanding I wear my cowboy boots - and as we all know, I could never say no to my boy. What my boy wants, my boy gets! So the cowboy boots were in. Alice pleaded with us to let her at least pick the shirts, groveling from time to time. I even heard her beg once, so we let her. White with a hint of blue for me. And white with a hint of green for Edward. When we questioned her regarding the hint of fucking whatever, she just looked at us in disgust, cussing and screaming about us having a nerve to call ourselves gay men. The woman's weird, I tell ya! Weird.
And now it's finally the big day, Edward and I having slept the night before in our own old beds in our own old family homes, our mothers wanting there to be at least a little bit of tradition, and who were we to deny them that. That's not saying I didn't take my boy out to the backyard the night before, behind the newly constructed tent, and suck him so hard and dry that I had to help him back into the house on a pair of wobbly legs, making Carlisle eye us questioningly with eyebrows raised as we entered. As I looked at him sheepishly and flushed, I informed him the best I could under the circumstances: "Just making sure everything was in order for the morning, Mr. C." His only reply to that was, "Yeah, right, Jasper. See you in the morning. Goodnight, son"
And now the morning is here. It's quite a warm day – well for Forks standards anyway. At least it was fucking dry and the birds were chirping. Well, maybe that's just in my head, but it sounds nice. And butter my butt and call me biscuit, I'm so fucking nervous and excited, my belly keeps flipping and flopping and my hands are sweaty. I can't believe we finally made it. I can't believe we're finally here. After all these years we're finally becoming husbands.
So as I finally stand in the Cullen's dining room, just inside the French doors to the back deck, waiting for Rose to stand by me, knowing that Edward was in the living-room standing by another set of French doors, our only separation being the wall, him waiting to exit in the same way, and probably waiting for Alice to stand by him also.
I started to calm. My breathing became even and my heart grew full. I looked out over the yard to people talking and fussing, as guitar music played under the watchful eye of Mel. I watch Riley walk Mrs. C. to her seat, then Emmett leading Mama by the arm down to hers. I look on as people lean in or walk up to them both, offering congrats and best wishes.
I feel a tug on my arm, and I turn to stare down on the beautiful face of my wonderful sister, her eyes already damp and her cheeks flushed. Standing back, I admire her dress. It's a beautiful blue, complemented with a sapphire blue sash wrapped around her tiny waist as she stands holding one single Lily entwined with a blue ribbon. She looks all kinds of stunning.
She reaches up and hugs me, kissing me gently on the cheek. "You look so handsome, Jasper. The pants and vests look wonderful, and the shirt really makes your eyes pop!" And I have to agree. The shirt seems white at first, but when I move or the light changes, shades of blue dance with the movement of the material, and yes, I did notice how they made my eyes look. I guess Alice is a genius, but I'm not sure if I'm going to let her know that. Well at least not today, cause this is my fucking wedding.
And then my breath hitches as Rose turns me slowly to face the doors. The music has started. The song to which I will walk to my destiny has finally begun, and it's time for us to get this show on the road.
Mel starts to sing, with the guitar player matching the soft tones of her voice. Edward and I have loved this song for years, but never thought we could ever use it in our ceremony. But Mel assured us that cause she would be singing it for us, she was going to take liberties and change it up a little, so as Chris de Burgh's soulful song 'Where Peaceful Waters Flow' rings out, the French doors open, and I take my first step.
Restless hearts, it has been a long time,
Out here on the journey, for a glimpse of paradise,
It's getting hard to find a place to go,
Where peaceful waters flow.
As my foot hits the deck, I look to my right, and oh my God, there's my boy. His long sexy legs are wrapped in straight black pants. Then a black fitted vest and a beautiful white shirt with a hint of fucking green. And when he makes eye contact with me, his eyes dance, cause his forest greens are now finally out to play. Shit, Alice really is a genius!
I took a walk past the old saxon well,
Down by the cathedral, I heard the chapel bell,
And joined the people singing for a way to go,
Where peaceful waters flow.
As we take the few steps and make our descent onto the grass, I glance over at Alice. She is looking radiant with her pale green dress and beautiful forest green sash around her small. slim waist. She glances over and gives me a gentle wave with her single Lily entwined with a green ribbon.
And if you don't know by now, you never will,
Only love can find the door,
If you could see it now, it's in your hands,
Only love can reach the shore, to heaven.
Edward and Alice walk up one aisle off to the side of our friends and family, as Rose and I walk up the other. And when we reach the front, all four of us kiss our parents and each other's, before returning our attention to Mel as she stands patiently waiting, still singing in her soft beautiful tones. Rose moves off to the side of me, as Alice moves off to the side of Edward, and finally I'm able to stand face to face with the man I love, taking his shaking hands in mine as I hear the only words that make any sense at this moment.
Always, he is standing by my side,
He's my inspiration, and he's my battle cry,
And in his arms is the only place I know,
Where peaceful waters flow.
Edward stands before me all flushed and beaming, his white smile and sparkling eyes dazzling me. The boy is gorgeous and amazing, and in a few short moments, he'll be mine and only mine forever. As he stares at me, eyes moist and full of love, I take the opportunity to mouth the words "I love you, babe!" as he replies in kind with the most amazing smile. "Love you too, honey!"
And if you don't know by now, you never will,
Only love can find the door,
If you could see it now, it's in your hands,
Only love can reach the shore, forevermore,
Where peaceful waters flow...
And with that, Edward and I turn our attention to Mel, thanking her with our eyes and smiles as she nods at us in understanding.
Then the ceremony begins as Mel addresses the crowd.
"Friends and family, we are gathered here to witness as Edward and Jasper join together as a wedded couple. We are here to show our love, support and understanding for this young couple, as we all know being married or in a committed relationship takes a lot of hard work and patience. But as I look around at the friends and family this young couple has gathered around them, I know deep down that they will make it.
"I know there are some people that think this union is controversial just because it's two men. But I'm here to inform Edward and Jasper that love knows no boundaries, and our hearts have no eyes, but they know what they feels and know when they're loved!
"So as I stand here and witness with the rest of your family and friends, the love you both show for each other, and have for all these years, I can do nothing but wish you both the best.
"I would like to take this opportunity to call Emmett McCarty to the front."
Edward and I stare at each other in bewilderment, both looking all kinds of confused. I don't remember Emmett asking to say anything, or even wanting to. I didn't know he even gave a fuck, to tell you the truth. But as we look around, we watch the smiling, flushed Emmett take his place by Mel in front of us.
He wipes his brow and straightens his tie before he starts to speak timidly. Yeah, you heard me. Timidly. I didn't know the guy know how to do that. He stares at Rose, who replies by smiling proudly at him, then returns his gaze to us, smiling widely as he winks before continuing.
"Hey, guys" He smiles and wipes his brow again. Edward and I look at each other excitedly, but we're both a little God damn nervous - God only knows what's going to come out of the boy's mouth - before turning back to Emmett and whispering softly, "Hi Emmett?"
Then he address the crowd: "I'm sorry to bother everyone, and I won't keep you long. I know you all want to get to the most important part of the day - the eating and the drinking!" The crowd laughs! "But I just wanted to say a few words to my bros - I mean Edward and Jasper." He looks at us sheepishly, then continues. "I've known both for a very long time, and I love them like brothers. And I once read this passage in high school that always reminded me of them. It somewhat goes with what Mel is talking about, something to do with love having no boundaries, so I just wanted a chance to share it with them. It's short and sweet, so don't all panic!"
Then he clears his throat, and in a soft, deep voice, he continue's:
"To Be one with Each Other by George Eliot.
What greater thing is there for two human souls
than to feel that they are joined together to strengthen each other in all labor
to minister to each other in all sorrow,
to share with each other in all gladness,
to be one with each other in the silent unspoken memories."
And with that, he looks at us, full of love and pride. His heavy huge chest exhales deeply as he gives us the most amazing wide smile, and this time, he wipes a tear from his eye, forgetting about his sweaty brow.
Edward and I wrap an arm around him and hug him tightly to us, overwhelmed by the big gorilla's thoughtfulness, and with emotion-filled eyes and labored breath we thank him.
Mel stands front and center once more as Emmett takes his seat, and everyone gets the opportunity to wipe their own tears as she addresses them once more.
"Edward and Jasper have written their own vows, so as I stand back and witness with you, I ask that Edward now take his time and reveal to Jasper his own loving thoughts."
As I watch my boy, his chest heaves as his hands tighten in mine. His eyes flutter closed for one small second before he opens them. His forest greens reach in and captivate me, engulf me and over take me before he starts to speak his soft, strong and honest words.
"I, Edward Cullen, take you, Jasper Hale, to be my wedded husband, my constant friend, my faithful partner, and my one and only love from this day forward."
He swallows hard before continuing.
"Loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know. I eagerly anticipate the chance to grow together, getting to know the man you will become, and falling in love a little more with you each and every day."
I reach over and tenderly wipe away a tear that has found its way under his lashes as he breathes deeply.
"So in the presence of our family and friends, I offer you my solemn vow to be your faithful husband, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, and in joy as well as in sorrow. I promise to love you unconditionally, to support you in your goals, to honor and respect you, to laugh with you and cry with you, also promising to love and cherish you through whatever life may bring us."
I start to shake a little as Edward nods in my direction, informing me that it's now my turn. So taking a huge, deep breath into my lungs and coughing a little to clear my throat, I continue as Edward tenderly rubs my knuckles.
"I, Jasper Hale, Take you, Edward Cullen, to be my husband, my partner in life and my one and only true love."
I swallowing hard, letting my eyes close momentarily before proceeding.
"I promise to cherish our union, and love you more with each day than I did the day before. I will trust and respect you, laugh with you and cry with you, loving you and only you faithfully through good times and bad, regardless of the obstacles we may face together."
Edward reaches over, wiping a curl from my face, his eye's full of love and pride as his bottom lip quivers slightly.
"I give you my hand, my heart, and my love. And in the presence of our family and friends, I take you Edward to be my husband, promising with all that I am to be unto you a loving and faithful husband so long as we both shall live."
Then nodding to Mel as she replies in kind, we both take each other in our arms, leaning in, placing our foreheads on the other's. We say the part of the ceremony that we have both rehearsed together.
"You will never have to beseech me not to leave you, or beg me to return when I follow after.
For where you go, I will go.
Where you stay, I will stay.
Your family, will be my family.
Your friends, will be my friends.
And where you die, I will die, and there I will be buried.
And may nothing more than death ever part you from me."
Then I reach over and kiss Edward's forehead as he does mine, us both wiping away tears and refilling our lungs with well needed air. Then we turn to Mel one last time, letting her take the reins and make this finally official.
She hands us our wedding rings, both single small platinum bands picked by Edward, with the word's 'The Best Part Of Me Was Always You' engraved upon them. We Slip them attentively onto each other's nervous fingers, alongside our engagement rings, them both being finally joined making one solid connection.
And with that, Mel continues.
"Edward and Jasper, do you both promise in the presence of your families and friends that you will at all times and in all circumstances, conduct yourselves toward one another as a loving husband would a loving husband?"
Edward and I both yell out, a little too eagerly, making everyone laugh. "We do!" both of us blushing.
"Edward and Jasper, do you both and in the presence of your families and friends promise to love, cherish and respect one another throughout the days months and years to follow? Forsaking all others, and to only seek solace in each other? And once again in unison, we say happily. "We do."
"Then with the power vested in me and with the witness of family and friends, I declare you Partners, lovers, friends, and husbands from this day forth."
Stretching out her arms, she happily says, "Ladies and gentlemen, family and friends, I would like to present to you for the first time:
"Mr Jasper and Edward Hale-Cullen."
And with that, everyone cheers and claps, and I swear, out the corner of my eye, I see Emmett fist pumping the air chanting loudly, "HOO HOO HOO HOO." Edward and I chuckle to ourselves; it's nice to see the old Emmett back.
And now the party begins!
The day is beautiful. People keep us busy with questions and stories, taking pictures of us both with each other or family members. To say our heads are spinning is an understatement.
Our mothers cried as they fussed, cried as they ate, cried as they spoke, smiling all the while.
Then we were pulled aside and told it was time for our first dance as husbands, making me a little fucking nervous. This was Edward's expertise - I just follow what he does. But before the music starts, we hear the clinking of a glass getting our attention, and look up to see Carlisle watching us with nothing but pride.
He cleared his throat before continuing. With moist eyes, he addresses the gathering:
"I just want to thank everyone for coming and joining us today in support of Jasper and Edward's marriage and commitment. And before my wonderful SON'S take the floor," Edward tightens the hold on my hand as I do his, "I'd like to say a few words. Nothing big, just something my father said to Esme and me on our wedding day!"
He raises his glass, motioning for everyone to do the same, then proceeds:
"Always remember to forget
The things that made you sad
But never forget to remember
The things that made you glad
Always remember to forget
The friends that proved untrue
But never forget to remember
Those that have stuck by you
Always remember to forget
The troubles that passed away
But never forget to remember
The blessings you have today."
And once again, the crowd is in an uproar, cheering and clapping as Edward leans in, placing a soft kiss on my lips, telling me how much he loves me as I tell him the same.
Then the music begins, and I take my husband out to the middle of the dance floor.
The soft voice of Ronan Keating rings out as he sings 'When you say nothing at all.'
It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart
Without saying a word, you can light up the dark
Try as I may I could never explain
What I hear.. when you don't say a thing
I hold Edward tighter to me, feeling him breathe deeply as his fingers play with the hair at the nape of my neck. He softly sings into my ear:
"The smile on your face, lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes, saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand, says you'll catch me whenever I fall
You say it best...When you say nothing at all"
Leaning back, we gaze at each other with soft damp eyes. He once again reaches for my curl, swiping it to the side, tucking it behind my ear. As my eyes flutter closed, I whisper softly, "I love you, Edward Hale-Cullen!" and as he tenderly kisses my lips, he replies, "As I do you, Jasper Hale-Cullen!" Then he continues to sing:
"All day long I can hear people talking out loud
But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd
Try as they may they can never define
What's been said between your heart and mine."
And when the last part of the song rings out, I join him in song. I suck his earlobe between my lips, biting it tenderly.
"The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes, saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand, says you'll catch me whenever I fall
You say it best...When you say nothing at all"
So as I lay here in our sun-drenched room, I'm taking out of my musing by Edward stirring beside me. Looking down, I'm greeted with his sparkling eyes and awesome handsome smile. And all I can do is return it tenfold.
His sleepy voice whispers into the hot morning air, "Good morning, Mr. Jasper Hale-Cullen," and I smile.
Bending down, kissing the top of his fucked up red hair, I reply happily, "Good morning, Mr. Edward Hale-Cullen.
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