A/N: AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! To all those who are wondering why I just posted chapter six twice in one day, it is because I messed up BIG TIME! Not only did I not save some of it, but I typed another part twice!!!!! AAHHH!!! I now have sympathy for Harry Clearwater, and his fatal heart-attack! THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU, Emo-anime-lover66!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you SOOOO much for the heads up!!!!!!!!! I am forever in your debt!

A/N 2: The answer to the quiz-question is Renee and Phil's' last name is 'Dwyer.'

Enjoy!

He picked me up effortlessly, placing his feet under mine.

"Who ordered the plate of flashbacks?" I asked half-heartedly as I relaxed into his neck.

I felt his shaking laughter and his lips on my hair. Then moving from my hair to my ear. Then to my cheek, finally landing on my throat.

"You know, you're not usually this quiet." He accused playfully.

"Just thinking." I sighed.

"About what?" He breathed directly into my ear.

"How Mike's going to take the news." He looked confused for a moment. Then realization dawned on his angelic face.

"This will be fun." He mused.

"Since when are you so sadistic?" I looked into his scheming eyes.

"Since Mike had it coming." He smirked at my grimace.

"What has he ever done to you?" Mike Newton never did anything wrong, but have a crush on the wrong girl with the wrong boyfriend at the wrong time.

"You've never heard his thoughts!" He contradicted. "You didn't hear the thoughts of ev-"

"Every male person if Forks on my first day of school? Yeah I know, you've told me this countless times." I cut him off.

The song ended, fading into the one I recognized as Esme's favorite of Edward's compositions, slightly more aggressive than that of my lullaby.

I didn't get home until late that night. So I had no trouble with falling asleep when I got home.

But that night, I had a weird dream. I was walking down the isle at my wedding. Everything was perfect. Everyone was there. The Cullens, Charlie, Renee, Jacob, Angela, Mike and a bunch of faceless people, who were supposed to be the family of good vampires from Denali, Alaska. The bride's maids wore varying shads of light caramel. My favorite color. The color of Edward's eyes on a good day. And Edward himself. The black of his tuxedo contrasted against his white skin brilliantly. In the afternoon sun, his as well as the other Cullens' skin glistened with the dazzling light of a thousand diamonds, but none of the guests seemed to notice.

Carlisle was performing the ceremony. I guess that my subconscious remembered this past life as a clergyman. Edward was waiting for me under an arch of roses that was no doubt Alice's doing. I wasn't walking down the isle to 'Here Comes the Bride,' but to my lullaby.

I looked down at my gown. Then I realized that the dress's embedded diamonds weren't the only thing shimmering on me. My skin was very iridescent. I too was a vampire.

I reached my place at the archway to Edward. Then I saw that Edward wasn't there. My dream quickly progressed into a nightmare as I realized, to my horror, that I was marrying Mike Newton!

He reached out his hand for me to take. I didn't. Why should I? I was in love, but there stood Edward-the best man.

"You may now kiss the bride." Carlisle bowed his head, taking a step back to give us room.

WHAT?! What happened to the 'I-do's?' I did NOT accept!

"NOOOOOO!" I woke up screaming and kicking and punching the blanket until I was so tangled up in it that I couldn't see.

"Calm down, calm down, Bella! You're okay!" It wasn't Charlie's command. If it were, I wouldn't have calmed down at all, as I did. Instead, Edward plucked me from the blankets.

He carried me over to the rocking chair in the corner. He sat, rocking me back and forth, rubbing my back soothingly in silence.

"Why the panic attack?" He whispered into my ear, breaking the silence.

"Oh, uh, very bad dream." I was too happy here to give details.

"I surmised as much, but what about?" He was drawing little hearts all over my back.

"First, why are you here?" I had just noticed that I had come in and fallen asleep without the routine appearance of Edward. Or so I thought.

"What kind of question is that? When am I not here? You know I have nothing better to do, but come on, I want to hear about this dream." It was true that he had no better way to spend his nights, for Edward could not sleep.

Nearly every night, he would just come in and spend the night, but as far as I knew, he hadn't done so without my knowledge for quite some time.

"I'm too tired to say right now. I'll tell you in the morning, okay?" I yawned, curling up into a ball in his arms. He was no mattress; in fact, I think the floor was less dense, but Edward over-ruled them all, preferable to any mattress you could name.

"Fine, I can't say no when you look so irresistibly cute, but no more dreams about Mike, got it?" He teased.

"What would make you say that?" I asked, sure that he could hear my pulse quicken.

"Bella, Love, you talk in your sleep more than you think. Now would you like to talk, or get some sleep?" He knew my answer, and started humming my lullaby. I would have thought that the lullaby would only remind me of my nightmare, but not in Edward's arms, not while he was the vocalist.

I fell asleep almost instantly.

"Bella, Bella?" I was on my bed under the covers, as Charlie's voice drifted through the door.

"I'm up." I groaned, looking around for Edward.

I heard my dad's feet on the stairs. I walked over to my closet to peer inside.

"Edward?" I whispered into the dark.

"Over here." His voice came from my bed. I turned around to see him sitting on the edge my bed, his arms wide, calling me in. I heeded.

"You'll tell me in the car about the dream, but for now you are going to be late. I'll drive you today, it'll be much faster." He smiled that irresistible crooked smile that I loved so much.

"Okay." I looked at my bed-spread, rather than at his stunning face. I didn't like it when he picked on my truck, however indirectly he did so. So what if it was over fifty-years old and didn't reach speeds above fifty-five? It had its own personality.

He lifted me momentarily, slid out from under me, kissed my forehead swiftly, and was gone. I made it through the morning and down to breakfast before I had realized that I had a ring on my finger! That's when it really hit me. I WAS GOING TO BE MARRIED!