First and foremost this is the original story before I started to rewrite it... and got stuck in the writing of the rewrite. If you are following the rewrite you will notice quite glaring differences between this and the one you have already started following. I do not intend on giving up with the rewritten version, however, I think you guys waiting for me to get over my blank slate of a muse isn't going to happen any time soon. So I am re-posting the original. This was my first completed story and it is very different from how my last stories flow.
Secondly, this is not beta'ed. NOT AT ALL. There will be mistakes in spelling (I'm Australian and some words we spell differently). The layout will honestly have you wondering what the hell I was thinking. I wasn't; well that's not true. What I was thinking was that I knew what I was doing and screw anyone else... yes I was a conceited little shit even at the age of 31.
Thirdly, there are 68 chapters to this story, including the epilogue and two outtakes. All of which have been uploaded to my profile I will try to upload as often as I can. Please understand that I have a busy life in the real world. This includes two children, one grown and the other with disabilities. So while I should be able to update wherever I am, if something happens please understand that I will miss updating.
Last but not least. I am not SM. Not even close. I do not own the franchise, work in any capacity with the publishing houses or studios. I merely escaped from reality to play with some characters that I fell in love with while reading four books in a matter of days.
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8 days
7 days, need to pick up the dresses and get things ready. My mother and father are due to get here in the next few days, as with the rest of my family and friends from back home. God, I hope no-one has quite figured out what's going on.
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6 days
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5 days. Mother and father have turned up, as have most of our friends, and are staying at the hotels that we have booked for them to stay. Esme and Carlisle are even staying at the hotel, I think mainly because it's easier for everyone to say together and they don't want to impose on Edward and Alice. Originally mother and father wanted to stay here at the house, but it took Billy and the Clearwater's to get them to realize that they would miss out on all the things that they could get up to. Besides mother had worked out that if they got under my feet as father would say I'd possibly be like a dragon. I was never so glad that everything was all ready for the wedding and that the only thing I had to do now was walk down the aisle; oh and tell our parents that we are actually getting married and not having some house warming party/ dinner thing.
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2 days. Momma and pa have decided that we all need some downtime at their house since I practically growled when Jake tried to make his way to the house. So here we are all over at the big Whitlock property enjoying some time with our friends and family. I've watched as Paul had played games with both Leah and Seth, more like flirting with Leah, but innocently. I think that has more to do with the whole her parents being here and Jasper seeing her as a cousin or something. Kate's baby bump is getting huge, she's already told me she's going to get Jake snipped once the baby is born. They've decided that if it's a girl she would be named Sarah Marie after his mother, and Ephraim William if it's a boy after his grandfather and his ancestors. I think it's a great idea.
Char and Rose are complaining of morning sickness, but I don't see their problem. I had it worse than both of them put together. Peter however is not enjoying the whole thing. Though I think that's because he's gone out with sympathy for Char with the morning race to the bathroom. Both Jasper and I have told everyone that while we appreciate the offers to help set things up we want to do this on our own, so nobody will be able to see us tomorrow. Mother, father, momma, and pa are all taking Junior for the day and night so while I go out and get the final bits and pieces for the big day, I'll be dropping Junior over at momma and pa's and they'll bring him back when they come over on the big day.
1 day. The caterers and everyone are coming to set the tents and food areas up so we don't have to worry about having all the people over in the morning. I've been getting more and more excited and nervous as the day goes by, if it wasn't got Jasper being here and helping me calm down I'd be pulling my hair out. I never thought I would be getting married in my life, but tomorrow is going to be something that I want and will never regret. I watched as Jasper quickly took off to drop Junior off since I was meant to be too overworked to take our son over to his grandparents. That plus I was way too jumpy and would probably tell them what's going on.
An hour later I saw the car pull up in the drive as he stepped out of the car with three clothes bags in his hand. I was really curious who it was that he had picked as his best man. He was so worried about who he should have as his best man that he would constantly jump from one to another. Yet now he seemed so relaxed.
"Hey, sweetheart." He whispered as he made his way up the stairs meeting me at the door.
He gently kissed my cheek before going into the house to hang up his bags in his man cave as he calls it. I had all the dresses situated in my study for now. I had to remember to move them after we tell our parents and the rest f the wedding party. Since Little Bella was part of the ceremony we had decided that we should let Marcus and Chelsea in on what was going on, I very much doubted that they would allow me to kidnap their granddaughter without knowing why they were losing her for a little while.
"I think this one belongs with your bags Bella. Somehow I don't think my best man would look good in police dress uniform." He chuckled as he handed me the last bag that was sitting on the top of the small pile that he still had in his hand.
I was glad that I was able to talk to his deputy at the station who was taking care of his work while father and mother were here in Texas. I was able to get him to send me the spare dress uniform he had sitting in the station house for special occasions that suddenly turned up. Unfortunately in the post they were beyond wrinkled and needed some serious need of dry cleaning. It was something that I was definitely going to be keeping was having my father walk me down the aisle and willingly give me away to the man I loved. I kissed Jasper on the cheek before grabbing the bag and heading for my study. There were all the bags holding the dresses and the boxes that were holding everything that was needed for tomorrow's big day.
I found Jazz sitting on the front porch watching the workers set up the tents and leave as they finished their jobs, wishing us good luck with everything, while the caterers had promised to return tomorrow around 3:30 to start getting everything ready the food was going to be cooked in their larger kitchen and brought here, only the things that needed to be cooked just before serving would be cooked on site.
I sighed as I watched the last worker left the drive, now it was only me and the man I loved. I was never happier than to just sit there and watch as everything goes by and think of everything that had been going on in life. If you had asked me before I started at Texas University if I thought I would be getting married had a child, broken a few hearts watched as the beautiful girl came into my life only to lose that angel within two years after graduating; I'd probably have just laughed in your face. It never seemed real for me leading up to this point. Who'd a thought that one night with an incredible man would change my life dramatically?
We sat there watching the sunset over the trees as the hues of pinks, gold, and different greens and browns crept into sight as the crickets began to chirp their song once more at the end of one day.
"Penny for your thoughts?" he whispered in my ear, bringing me back to the reality that I keep wondering if I'd wake up and find it a beautiful twisted dream.
I smiled but shook my head and he let me be, as he kissed my hair before heading into the house. I just sat there staring out into the darkening space that seemed to spread in front of me and went on forever. It wasn't until I felt him pulling on my arm did I realize that it had gone completely black while I had spaced out once more, losing myself to my many thoughts. No words were said as he led me to the bedroom that would be off the ground once he woke up in the morning. It was the only real tradition that we were going to keep; once it was time for me to start getting ready I'd be kept out of his sight until I walked down the aisle.
Gently he removed my top and pulled my hair from the clip that had held it captive throughout the day. I smiled at the love that shone through his eyes, knowing that it was for me. He may love many people but that love that was in his eyes right now was for me and only me. I was sure I was reflecting that same emotion in my own eyes. I felt like it was seeping out of my every pore flooding the room that we had slowly begun to lose one another in.
His touch was like feathers running down my face as only the tips of his fingers touched my skin. I closed my eyes as the smile crept over my face. Here was the man that had fought for the freedom of those he didn't know, the man who had gone searching for me for three months after that night, the father to my son, and the owner of my heart soul, and body. When I opened my eyes once more I found that he was just staring at me, drinking me in once more. Stepping forward I raised my hand to touch his face relishing in the skin-to-skin feel that was there. He turned his head and kissed my pulse point on my wrist. I was forever lost in this man and I didn't mind it in the least; rather I found myself so comfortable that I was never going to leave.
His lips met mine, not forcefully nor passively. It was gentle and full of every emotion that was running through his eyes. His hands slowly traveling down my arms resting on my hips as my own hands traveled up towards his head, clasping behind his head. As gently as he started the kiss he ended it; moving down my jaw towards his favorite spot on my skin, where he began to torture me in the most delicious way. Bringing my hands from behind his head, they continued down his chest only to once more move up after collecting the material covering the man that he was.
He stopped his homage to my skin only enough to remove the shirt he was wearing before he started once more. I moaned as he sucked and nibbled on the pot a little harder, but surprisingly not hard enough to leave a mark. Slowly we backed up towards the bed where he laid me down with such tenderness that it almost brought tears to my eyes. Without words he was showing me how he loved me; something that was more powerful than the words that conveyed the same meaning. My heart was pounding with how strong and powerful this moment was.
His body hovered over me, not touching but making me wither regardless. As he lowered his body on top of me, I felt complete as a woman. Even though things were going to be up and down in the future, he made me feel like we could survive, that we would survive everything that was to happen as long as we had one another. He began his travels down my body with his lips as his fingers ghosted down my sides, leaving a trail of fire and desire in their wake. Silently he sought permission to go further; where I raised my hips to allow him to go further in his exploration of my body. His lips trailed the material of my shorts and panties before he stood before me, the love shining in his eyes as he looked down at me. As he stood there I felt how strong I truly loved him, so strong it hurt to physically be away from him. I raised myself to meet him standing there at the end of the bed. Slowly I undid his belt and carefully unbuttoned his pants.
"Forever," I whispered in his ear as we once more made our way down onto the bed once more, kissing and holding once another, touching gently enjoying the feel of one another.
I gasped and moaned as he filled me, his slow entrance within me was something I would always cherish, he was gentle and loving and so many things all at once that I couldn't stop the one tear that escaped from my eyes; only to be kissed away as it moved down my cheek. Cupping his cheek once more I pressed my lips to his, reveling in the softness and heat that lay within them. I felt every movement he made within me, every time he touched me I felt like a spark had once more been ignited within me. How I loved this man, and everything he was. Neither time nor anything that was going on mattered at this moment.
We were silent as we both reached our release; murmuring sweet nothings into one another's ears. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close to him with everything he had. Gently kissing his chest, just above his heart I fell asleep with only one thought running through my mind. Tomorrow I was going to be more than just Isabella Marie Swan; I was going to be Isabella Marie Whitlock. The smile that bought to my face was beyond anything that I have ever felt on me.
