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.
I was sitting on Jasper's lap while our parents; as well as Chelsea and Marcus, were watching the two of us waiting for someone to say something. Now that the time had come I was more nervous about telling them that we were getting married today, than the actual ceremony. We had asked them to turn up at the house an hour earlier so we could have this talk and so we could tell them the plan and why we had kept this to ourselves. Jasper had been great; he had been keeping this from everyone, and keeping me from just blurting it out to everyone.
I felt his lips touch my neck as if to give me the courage to drop this big bomb that I was sure was going to cause some serious backlash, I just wanted it to be aimed at me and not at Jasper. He had agreed to this because he knew getting me into the full out big wedding was not going to happen. I may love the man with all my heart but walking down an aisle knowing that everyone will be watching me was something I knew would be the death of me, or at least bring me to the hospital from a major klutz moment that would be bound to happen with all that forced attention.
"Bella this is something huge, Junior is only one year old, are you sure that you can handle two babies under the age of two?" mother asked, breaking the silence.
I wanted to laugh, god how I wanted to laugh. I knew everyone thought that this was the reason why the big party, but honestly why would I organize this for an announcement of being pregnant. It's a little extravagant if you ask me. I felt Jasper's chest rumble as he softly laughed hiding his face in my hair.
"Um... no that's not what this is for. It's something huge actually. We are um... I mean Jasper and I have... are..." I was stuttering, something I hadn't done since I was five, and something I knew my parents were going to be well aware of.
I only ever stuttered when I had something that was going to cause some waves. I was and still am amazed that I didn't sound like a fool when I broke the news to my father about being pregnant with Junior nearly two years ago. I watched as our parents and along with Marcus and Chelsea; share looks with one another. No-one knew how to take this and it was partly funny but seriously scary as hell. Tell me why I had begged and pleaded with Jasper not to tell our parents until the day of the wedding. Their concerned faces seemed to bring some calm over me, or more specifically Jazz's arm gently squeezing my mid-section did.
"What I mean to say is that no; I am definitely not pregnant. But we do have big news. We set a date for the wedding, and we wanted you to know before we told anyone else." I began to mumble as I watched all three ladies' faces break in identical smiles; while father's face seemed a little off.
Like he knew there was more to it. "Well spit it our child, we have some serious planning to do." Momma cried as she bounced on her chair.
Sometimes I had to wonder if somehow she was related to Alice with the bouncing and the constant energy buzz she had been on. Though raising both Peter and Jasper wasn't the easiest thing for some to do I'm sure. I watched as they started to compare whether it should be formal, semi-formal, or casual; if we should have it here in Texas or back in my home town of Forks. We allowed them to sit there in their planning bliss for a few minutes until they realized they were talking about something and planning something that they still didn't know the date of.
I had to admit it was something I wasn't expecting; those three taking off without all the details. It wasn't until Felix turned to the two of us with what I can only assume was the look that caused Jasper to fess up all his bad things growing up. Father still was standing behind mother with his arms crossed in front of him, but he was somewhat torn between happiness that we had set a date and pissed that we had set a date. I knew what he was thinking; the same thing every father must think when their daughter tells them that they are getting married. Add to that; that I'm his only child and there you have the biggest fear for any daddy.
"When?" both Felix and father asked, and if you didn't know any better you would think that it was rehearsed.
Both their tones were guarded but hinted with knowledge like they were just waiting for confirmation. I looked back over my shoulder towards Jasper, and then quickly turned my head to see Junior and Little Bella playing in the corner completely oblivious to what was going on.
"Today," I mumbled knowing that unless you were Jazz they didn't hear a damned thing.
I know I was going to have to say it again, but for the first time in this whole thing, I was nervous about there not agreeing to it or my father refusing to walk me down the aisle. Six single eyebrows shot up in the air, silently asking me to repeat myself a little louder.
"Today. This afternoon. That's what this is all about." I once more spoke up, letting them know what was going on. I heard the gasps from the ladies in the room, but my eyes were focused on my father's stare at me and Jasper. If he understood why we were going to this extent to get married I knew he would give us his blessing. And his blessing was something I truly needed. Yes, he had given his blessing to the engagement, but being sprung with your only child's wedding on an actual day is something that I knew he wouldn't handle too well. It was either one way or the other with my father and I was hoping that it would be the way we wanted.
"What, when; wait you mean you have planned all this and didn't tell anyone? Bella this isn't something you two should rush into, I mean I'm sure your father would have given his blessing regardless, but a real wedding takes months to plan, not days." mother was ranting, as usual, it was weird though, considering she was the one that was always so impulsive when it came to things like this.
Tearing my eyes off father, I began to answer the questions that were being fired upon us again. I felt like it was that day in my room all over again, but this time it was about us getting married.
"Renee, hear us out. We all know Bella doesn't like big things, fuss, and lace, and everything that goes with a traditional wedding just isn't us. We wanted something that represented who we are as individuals as well as a couple." Jazz finally spoke taking the attention off me and giving me a breather.
"Besides, what part in that relationship has ever been traditional? First, it was sleeping with each other when they first met, which resulted in that little man down there. Then you have the whole losing and finding one another thing; that still is heartwarming that story. There is definitely not anything that goes along with the traditional relationship between those two." Father was smiling at us, defending our choice and ultimately giving us his blessing to go ahead with the wedding. I bolted into his arms; it was the one thing I needed to hear today.
"Thank you, father," I whispered in his ear as I hung from his arms.
The room was silent after the little speech that father had spoken; he had thrown us all for a loop. One that I was very grateful for. Once he reluctantly placed me back on solid ground I went back to my seat on Jasper's lap where I felt his arms snake around my waist once more. We sat there in complete quiet from those who were over the age of 18 months.
"Can I ask how long you two have been planning this?" Momma Jane asked. You could hear the tension and happiness battling in her voice.
She wanted to know if this was something we had thought long and hard about, or if it was something of an impulsive reaction to all that had happened. I looked back at the man who was everything to me, letting him know in no uncertain terms that this was one he was going to answer.
"We've been planning it for some time now; I think it was not long after Junior was born. Near the time at the BBQ that we had just after Junior was born before Brea was taken away from us." His voice was wavering at the mention of Brea and the pain we all still felt at her being gone from our lives. Leaning up I gently placed my hand on his face, giving him the comfort that he gave me all those months ago.
After a few more questions and a lot of hugging and squealing from the mothers in the room we quickly gave our parents the rest of the information while we waited for the guests to start arriving. It felt like I had had a huge weight taken off my shoulders. Now all I had to do was ask my father to walk me down the aisle and give away his only child to a man that would hold me forever, and of course, you have the whole telling Charlotte that today was my wedding day. Yeah, that was going to be easy. I felt more than heard the tugging of mother and momma pulling me out of Jasper's embrace only catching the end of the conversation that Jasper should not be seeing me until I walked down the aisle and demands of seeing the wedding dress that I had bought for the once in a lifetime occasion.
With a gentle kiss laced on my head I reluctantly followed the pulling of my limbs to my bedroom where everything was set; hearing the joking coming from the living room where the most important men in my life were currently congratulating Jasper for finally taking the final step in our relationship. The appreciative sounds made by these women when they saw not only my dress, but the ones I had picked for Charlotte and Little Bella made all the secretive behavior worth it, and the glint in Chelsea's eyes had unsettled me for a moment until she explained that this was what she imagined it would feel like if it was Brea getting married. Those words she whispered in my ear as she thanked me for allowing her and Marcus to know and be included as part of our family.
I was laughing when I heard mother's squeal when she spotted father's dress uniform while she was going through the garment bags hanging on the hooks beside the wall when we heard the soft knocking from father. I smiled when he poked his head in and raised his hands in mock surrender. All the ladies left to start greeting our friends and family with the knowledge that there would be men that they probably wouldn't know from Jasper's army days. I was still a little giddy that I was able to keep that little secret to myself.
"Bella I wish you would have told me before today. Somehow I don't think my jeans and button-down cuts your wedding attire." He mumbled before looking around the room at all the bags and boxes situated along the walls and on the bed.
Walking over to him I grabbed his hand wanting to show him how serious Jasper and I were about our planning. He came with me without too much difficulty as I led him to his bag.
"You don't think I would let you do that father. You need to look your best when you hand me over to that man." I pointed to the bag mother had left opened holding his dress clothes.
His shocked face was all I needed to see to understand what was going on in his head. Having organized to have something like this; I was able to show him how serious I truly was about my life and future with Jasper. Yes buying a house together is pretty big but for Swan women to hold commitment like this was something rarely unheard of. I felt the gentle kiss he placed on my cheek, his silent promise to not only give me away but his acceptance of gaining a son.
I had heard the sounds of cars coming up the drive for the last half hour while I waited for Char to burst through the door. I had given the job of sending only Char in to momma once she saw her as our guests were fed lines of us being busy with last-minute arrangements for some big news. I was pulling my hair up to fix it with the last of the pins as she had burst through the door in true Charlotte style.
"You want to tell me what is so important that I am the only one allowed to come in here?" she questioned as she took in father's appearance.
I couldn't help but giggle and point to the dress now hanging on the hook outside of its bag. And the set of soft white wings that I had made sitting on the bed.
"How would you feel about being my maid of honor, and only bride's maid today at my wedding?" Her reaction alone was worth the little pain I felt when she hugged me as the pins in my hair dug a little into my head.
I heard the chuckle from father as he watched the two of us while shaking his head at the scene playing out in front of him. He quickly made his exit after a pillow was thrown at his head with the bag to be given to Chelsea to get Little Bella changed; while Char and I slipped into our dresses.
"Hey, Char, wings or no wings?" I asked while staring at the soft feathered accessory that was currently fluttering on the bed.
