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.
After we watched Bella and all the ladies leave the room I felt the pats on the back from both pa and Charlie and saw the watery smile on Marcus's face. I knew what he was thinking and simply nodded my head in his direction. I had no clue what he would be feeling right now, but I knew it would be deep and ever so fucking painful but happy that it would make a man fall to his knees if he was any lesser than the man standing across from me. It was only moments afterward that Marcus left the room to regain his composure before he would rejoin us in the constant questions about what was going on. I had the ring sitting in my pocket, where it had been sitting since I woke up this morning with that amazing woman beside me.
Standing here with all the men who had shaped both Bella and me in some way was completely different from what I thought it would be. I was expecting to still be arguing with them and their better halves about the whole surprise wedding and with Bella beside me. Who'd a thought that it would be Charlie who would make it easier on us? I can still remember the words he spoke to me after I had found Bella in Charlotte and Peter's house.
The threat of a father on a mission had been given to me many times growing up, but I didn't take any of those idle threats than what they were for. Idle and simple words with no thought of follow-through; but when Charlie cornered me something about him made me realize that this time it wouldn't be just some threat. That he would be the man who would follow through and could probably get away with it being a police chief and all.
I had a drink with them as I told both Charlie and Marcus about what I was planning to do once Bella and I had gotten back from our honeymoon that we had planned to take in a few weeks once everything had sorted itself out and we had been forgiven for hiding something like this from everyone. Pa already knew since it was one of his friends who I'd be taking over for. Both Peter and Emmett wanted in once I got settled knowing that it was something that we could all enjoy doing without trying to kill each other or those we worked with.
It didn't help that pa had started talking about me actually buying the business at Junior's birthday where nearly the whole damned place heard about what I had been planning and actually doing with my time. For a man who was able to keep his wife not knowing about Bella and me buying a house, he let that one out of the bag. We had spent nearly 45 minutes talking about what was going on and what I was going to be expecting from everyone before Charlie excused himself from the room and Marcus went to join Chelsea, Renee, and momma outside welcoming our friends and family.
Pulling pa's arm back as he went to head out to join in with the welcoming of all our friends I was met with a very curious look on pa's face. It was as if he knew there was more but for the life of him, he couldn't work out what it was.
"Pa can you take a walk with me?" I sounded like I was 10, I was sure. But whether or not that was the case he simply nodded his head and started walking out the back way with me while everyone was meeting at the front of the house.
We walked in silence towards my little hideout for lack of better words, where everything was ready and waiting for us. It was by far the most unusual situation I had ever had with my own flesh and blood. I thought about the fights me and Pete would get into growing up and the punishment we had to face if we got caught. The walk up the back porch to meet pa's disappointed face was always the worst part of the experience. I could handle the butt whooping I'd get but never the disappointed look that would be on his face for hours and possibly days afterward. I didn't even realize we had made it to the tent until he gestured to me to enter. I simply nodded and walked through the flap that he was holding open, taking a seat on the two chairs that were situated for me and the man in front of me.
I watched as he took his own seat and looked around. Taking in all the little details we, well Bella has made sure of before he turned his attention back to me.
"You and that girl did something good here Jasper. Not what I was expecting, definitely not what your momma thought you would do. But it's good all the more for It." he said as he got comfortable in the chair.
I smiled at the old man, he was a great role model for me and my brother and while I may not have always followed suit with him I respected him regardless of the difference of opinion. I swallowed thickly, getting caught up in all the emotions that were high jacking me at this one time I needed to be calm about something.
"I um... I wanted to say thank you for everything. Not just because you are my pa, but because without a doubt I wouldn't be here marrying that crazy and wonderful woman back in the house right now. I'm pretty sure I would have lost her forever if you hadn't taught me the right way to treat a woman."
I couldn't believe I was able to say that to the man who had without a doubt always been my hero but only recently I was able to see how deeply his influence towards me ran. He was never a womanizer as I was growing up; rather he was a lot like Peter being able to settle down with the one woman he lived with without fault or hesitation in his being.
I looked up at him, not knowing what I was gonna be met with, the father who stands there and tells me I'm gonna get my ass kicked if I don't do things right; the man who was so proud the first time I left for a mission overseas; or the man in front of him now, about to marry the woman who he would give up every fucking thing just to see that woman smile or that little boy laugh. But when I looked up I saw something I had never really seen in my life before.
Pa had tears running down his face, not only that but he was smiling as he made his way over toward me. For an old man, he had some strength in his bones as he pulled me up and hugged me as only a father can.
"If I turn out to be half the father to Junior that you are to me and Peter, I know I've done something right. But I gotta ask you something pa, something that I realized that only you could do for me. I want you to be my best man pa." I asked as his arms were still wrapped around my shoulders. I froze as I felt him tense up standing there.
What the fuck am I gonna do if he says no? Thankfully he relaxed before nodding his head.
"I'd be honored to stand beside you. But are you sure it's me you want and not Emm or your brother?" he asked me as he stepped back to look at me.
"There's no-one better for the job than you pa," I said as I pulled him towards me similarly as he had me only moments before.
As pa and I stood in our places I heard the noises of our friends and families making their way mumbling about how after we had organized this that it was left to the ladies and Marcus to direct everyone to the tent. I had to laugh as I watched Emmett and Rose enter the tent. Rose knew straight away what was going on, you could see it in her eyes. She met my eyes before smiling and adding a slight nod in my direction. Well more like directing Emmett's gaze to where I and pa were standing. It was fucking funny as hell watching him take in what I was wearing and watching him put things together.
I saw the little elbow he received from Rose as he started to say something only to close his mouth seconds later. I shook my head; only my best friend would be like this on my wedding day, regardless if he knew about it or not. Slowly I watched as the tent began to fill, the whispers from everyone had begun, but so far only Rose and Alice had caught on to what was happening. I saw Peter helping momma to her seat and watched as he looked around for Char. I had guessed that she was going to be Bella's bride's maid and maid of honor in one. She had been friends with her for as long as either of them could remember. The only one who could match that friendship was Jake, and somehow I don't see him wearing a dress and walking down the aisle towards the altar.
It was the last few faces that shocked the shit out of me, there they were, the majority of the guys I had served with. Each and every one of them dressed in comfortable but still somewhat more dressed up than what I had expected.
"Ten hut!" I heard Garrett's voice call above the crowd as they saluted me like they would if I were in the army still. Even Emmett jumped to attention at the sound, something I doubt he realized he would do until the command was given.
Fuck me what had that woman done to pull this off. The only one missing was McNamee. I nodded my head at the men who I once led through god only knows what before they took their seats. I looked down at Emmett, knowing not just because he knew nothing about the wedding, but he knew nothing about our old mates from our old life being here today. I heard the shuffling of feet coming from behind me and I knew that without a doubt that McNamee would be the one standing behind me, but still I was shocked at all the detail this woman had gone through. As he shook my hand I heard the chuckle from the man who had to be Bella's insider. I definitely would be talking to her later about this.
As the last of the guests settled in their chairs I heard the sound of soft pianos and violins begin to play in the back corner as the entrance to the tent had been fixed up to allow Charlotte to walk down the aisle holding both Junior's hand and Little Bella's hand, a smile crosses her face that no amount of acting could bring to someone's face. She led them over towards their positions, Junior standing beside Pa as Little Bella stood beside Charlotte hugging her leg. It was fucking adorable seeing Junior in a suit, similar to my dress uniform, the differences only small enough to be noticed by those who had worn this uniform.
I looked over to Little Bella and Char, who seemingly matched yet looked completely different, trying not to laugh as the little girl who I had come to see as my niece and always will be; too busy playing with the little basket in her hands as she picked up one of the flower petals and brought it to her face. Looking down at Junior I smiled at how he seemed completely indifferent to what was going on, only worrying about the buttons that held his cuff in place. The entire room was silent, waiting for the next surprise to happen. I was sure that most of the guests would have realized what was happening by the whole situation. It wasn't until we heard the change in the music that I think everyone really understood what was going on as heads turned from the entrance to me and back.
My breath caught in my throat as I took the first look at my soon to be wife. She looked every bit the angel that I had always called and seen her as. Her dress flowed like water running down her frame, the material shimmering like the inside of an oyster's shell as she walked towards us. The style I couldn't tell you the cut, or how it hugged and hugged her at the same time, how it was cut dangerously low at the back yet had two pieces of material that fell behind her like a train fanning out from the thin strips to the thick fan like material as it followed her on her walk down the aisle.
The veil thingy covering her face shimmered of the same material of her dress, pinned to her hair by some sort of clip. Her hair fell down her back, loose with small curls near the bottom, grazing her beautiful ass. She was fucking beautiful, but what pulled it all together were the soft feather wings that were on her back. She was no longer my unattainable angel; she was here in front of me about to be mine forever. I watched her as she mouthed her love for me. Charlie placed her hand in mine, not before kissing her cheek and warning me with his eyes. A warning that I would never need. I wouldn't hurt her; I couldn't hurt her even if I tried.
I heard the words McNamee was saying, spoke when he asked me the questions that I would answer yes no matter if someone would stand up and deny this marriage. It wasn't until Bella's hand was shaking as she placed the ring on my finger whispering her vows so that only I and those close to us would have heard. I didn't care that those in the seats wouldn't hear those words coming from her mouth, as long as I heard them and as long as McNamee heard them it was all that I fucking cared for. I saw a single tear fall from her eye as I lifted her veil, capturing it with my thumb as it made its way towards the lips that were now mine in every sense of the word.
She turned her head towards my wrist; kissing the pulse point that she was so fond of, before turning once more so I could capture her lips with my own. As her hands came to wrap themselves around my neck I heard the clapping whistles and the hollering from those who we loved and cared for. I felt the little tugging of Junior's hand on my pants, begging to be picked up. I watched as our friends and family came towards us to offer their congratulations and their little grips about not knowing what was going on. Either way, I didn't give a damn, she was now my wife. Bella Swan was now Isabella Marie Whitlock. Fuck that sounds good.
