Maxon and Bella are officially married! Thank you all for staying with me, even though I'll go on hiatus for months. Right now I have at least two more weeks until more has to be written. I'm going to try to tell you guys when I run out of stuff to post so that way you know when I won't be posting.

Sorry that this is a shorter chapter. I'll try to post a longer chapter next week!

-CL

Maxon and I don't change for the reception, but Marlee and America help me touch up my hair and makeup. I meet Maxon near the Women's Room. He's already there when I get there, and he lights up when I turn around the corner. I run the rest of the way, and I jump into his arms. He lowers me and kisses me. We are more adventurous now, knowing that we don't have an audience right now. He pushes me against the wall, and he allows his tongue to enter my mouth. We both moan. Our tongues intertwine, and I realize I need to catch my breath. We come up for air, and soon we are kissing again. Until we hear someone clear their throat. We jump apart, looking sheepish.

"I'm sorry, are we interrupting anything?" America asks with a grin. She, Marlee, Carter, and Aspen are all standing there with sly grins on their faces.

"I'm sorry," I say, looking down at the floor.

"It's fine, Bella," America says. "We know that you guys haven't kissed each other until today."

"Bella, look at me," Maxon says. He lifts my head up gently. "I love you. Don't be ashamed of our love." He kisses me again, knowing that they are all watching. I blush but lose myself in the kiss. Too soon, we break apart.

"Alright, lovebirds. Now we have to fix up Bella's makeup before the wedding," Marlee says, pulling me away from Maxon. "Before you guys get naked on the floor."

I blush profusely, but Maxon laughs. "If we even wait that long."

I lightly smack his shoulder, mortified. I quickly walk away, and I hear footsteps behind me. "Bella, wait!" Maxon calls out. I stop and turn around. "Bella, are you ok?"

"Yes, I'm sorry. I was just really embarrassed…my parents would make fun of me like that all the time," I say, self-consciously rubbing my arms, "and I always hated it. I'm sorry, I'm ruining our wedding night. Let me just go touch up my makeup…" I say, starting to walk away. Maxon grabs my arm.

"Bella, look at me," he says. I'm stubborn and look the other way with tears in my eyes. He gently turns my head so I can see him. "You're not what your parents believe you are. You are so much better than that, which is why I love you. I'll love you for you, not just your looks or personality." He confirms it with a kiss. I get lost in the kiss and forget about everything. We break apart, both of us breathing heavily. "Well, I'll never get used to that," Maxon says with a grin. I grin back.

"Let me go fix my makeup now," I say, walking towards my bedroom.

"I'll come with you," Maxon says, grabbing my hand. I smile.

I open my door and head into the bathroom. I grab my makeup container on the counter and inspect my face. "Hmm…" I say, grabbing my concealer, mascara, lash curler, lipstick, and eyeliner. I take off my smudged lipstick and fix my concealer. I put on eyeliner because I didn't want it on for Mass, but I want it on for the reception. I add another coat of mascara and use my lash curler. Finally, I add lipstick. I look at myself in the mirror, and I realize that Maxon is watching me. I whip around. "You scared me!" I say, laughing.

"I thought you knew I followed you. Although, that was interesting to watch you," he responds with a smile. I smile back. I step carefully around my wedding attire and turn back to the mirror. I inspect my makeup before putting setting spray on it. I then move on to my hair. I fix it up a bit and add a bit more hairspray.

While I'm touching up my hair, I get another dizzy spell. "Fuck," I hiss under my breath. I try to make sure Maxon doesn't notice. I lean heavily on the counter.

"Bella? You ok?" Maxon asks, moving towards me.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I say, regaining my composure. Maxon lightly rubs my arms.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Let's go to our reception, shall we?"