White.

I closed my eyes, and the white flashed behind my eyelids.

"Are you ready?" An excited, girly voice asked behind me.

My eyes popped open, and I slowly turned. I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror. I felt heavy, weighed down, and I immediately hated the dress Alice and Rosalie and Esme had picked out for me.

But still, I couldn't really complain.

At least Charlie was here (although extremely reluctantly) and he had promised he wouldn't object.

I had to go through with this, for him.

I had figured that as soon as I was vampire-ized, all my self-doubt would disappear; like maybe I would stop thinking I wasn't perfect enough for Edward. Yeah, right. Like I could ever be perfect enough for Edward.

Shaking the thoughts away, I smoothed my dress for the hundredth time and looked at Alice. I hadn't thought I would be this nervous, after everything—but somehow, I was.

Alice grinned. "There's no way he can't adore you." She assured me, as if she could read my mind.

I closed my eyes, pressed them hard together, and then, when I opened them, I was ready.

Alice led me out into the sunshine, and then Charlie was standing beside me, and he was actually smiling.

The gathering was small—it was less than twenty people, just some extremely close friends and the Cullens. My mother was there, in the first pew, and I felt the tears rush forward but I couldn't shed them, and the pressure was building up inside me, and….

We began to walk, him and I.

I closed my eyes, and everything rushed by me. It wasn't exactly doubt for what I was doing, it was just….

I don't even know.

I remembered meeting Edward for the first time, and his hostility towards me; and then when we finally found each other; and in the clearing; and losing him; and getting him back; and...if there was ever a moment during my vampirehood that I wished I could cry, it was then. I needed to let all that pent-up emotion out, and I had no idea how.

So maybe that was the first, maybe only time in my life that I felt lost, scared, alone, unable to do anything, unable to work properly, unable to function. It was scary, and I wondered if everyone went through this on their wedding day.

I sure hoped so.

I got encouraging glances from all sides as I walked, and then the alter was getting closer, and closer, and there he was, Edward, looking serene and calm like always….

The only part I really remember of that day, of my actual wedding ceremony, was the walk. It brought out so many things in me that I never knew would ever surface again.

But then I tried not to think too deeply, and the rest of the ceremony was a blur. I accepted Edward, and he accepted me, and we exchanged rings, and we promised to be together for eternity.

Afterwards, we got some alone time before the reception, which was unusual but what Alice had insisted upon, and that was when my memory suddenly became crystal clear.

We were walking through the woods behind Edward's house; we had had the ceremony in his backyard, and they had told us to leave for a little bit while they cleaned up everything.

Edward was grinning broadly as he put his arm around me. "So?"

I wasn't sure how to react. I was kind of stunned. I mean, I knew that it was what I wanted and everything, but I was just….

And then my mind turned again. And before I knew what I was doing, I had clasped my arms around his neck and I was kissing him, and I didn't need to hold back, and this was it. This was what I had been waiting for.

I pulled back, breathless, as I felt my pleasure course through me.

"I love you," Edward whispered.

I realized that he had lifted me up off the ground, and I smiled. "I love you more."

He didn't try to argue. Instead, he kissed me again. And again. And again.

So much, in fact, that we fell backwards onto the forest floor, laughing and rolling around like little kids.

When we were called in for the reception, neither of us wanted to move. Edward was on the ground, facing up, and I was laying on top of him, my head resting on his chest. I couldn't hear a heartbeat, but suddenly, that didn't bother me. I didn't need blood in him to know he was alive. He was alive to me—and that was all I needed.

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The reception was long and boring. I had to wear another formal dress, this time black and strappy, and frankly, I wasn't happy about it.

But I figured if it made my new sister-in-laws happy, I could deal.

After they had redone my makeup and hair, Edward and I got into the limo they had rented for us, to take us to the Wyndchester Hotel, the nicest hotel in Forks. Carlisle had rented out the entire place for us; well, the lobby, and reception room, and everything.

Our reception was a little bigger, but it still wasn't all that big. I mean, it wasn't invitation only. We had decided that anyone who wanted to come celebrate with us could—so the tables weren't assigned, and dinner was estimated on how many people we thought would come.

Mostly everyone came after dinner, but before, it was mostly just the crowd from the ceremony. A few people, like my school friends, came early, but then the rest of the town arrived later, after dinner.

Edward and I sat next to each other, of course, and he kept putting his hand on my knee under the table. I must say, I was surprised—after all, Edward was the gentleman. But I figured after waiting so long for me to become his wife (at least, I hope he had been waiting a long time), I guess it was okay.

After dinner there was dancing. I looked up at Edward, and he laughed at my hopeless face. "You can avert danger now, remember?" he whispered to me as we got up.

Of course, we had to do the first dance. Carlisle and Charlie insisted.

I felt like I was going to barf as he led me out onto the floor, which all the tables had been cleared from. I was going to trip, and I knew it. On my wedding day. In front of all these people….

I squeezed my eyes shut as the music began.

And then Edward was moving me around, and I tried to make myself as willowy as possible so that it wasn't hard for him to show me what to do. I didn't step on his feet even once! I could hardly believe my good fortune—and then the song ended, and I hadn't even realized it, because I was busy staring up at Edward and willing my feet to work properly.

"Bella," Edward whispered as he put his hand on my back and led me back towards our seats. "Would you like to leave?"

I looked up at him, remembering prom night. "Why?" I blinked rapidly, and then quickly added, "I mean, I want to. But can we?"

Edward smiled, and my non-existent heart flip-flopped. "Yes. It is your wedding day. You can do as you please."

My smile was even wider than his. We snuck out of there, snuck out of our own wedding reception, feeling sly and sneaky and quite the smooth couple.

And then we were outside, and the cool night air was washing across my face but I barely felt it because Edward had his arm wrapped tightly around my shoulders.

I rested my head on him as we walked, me still in my formal dress, him still in his tuxedo. I sighed contentedly.

And then Edward's eyes were shining in the darkness. "Bella. Do you want to see something? A secret something? I am not supposed to show you until tomorrow, but I want to show you now."

I raised an eyebrow. "Is this a present? Because you know I don't like—"

Edward rolled his eyes. "No, it is not a present. If it makes you happy, it is more for me than you. Now come on."

Happy again, I followed.

We didn't have to walk that far; apparently Edward had parked his car near the hotel earlier in case we wanted to leave early. I laughed inwardly at my—gulp—husband's smarts.

With Edward's hundred-mile-per-hour-plus driving, we reached our destination within minutes. And then he was opening the door for me, like a real gentleman, and I was getting out, careful to not get my dress caught on the door of the car.

And then we were walking up a driveway.

I looked around; I didn't really know where we were. We were still in Forks, because we hadn't driven that long, but there were trees all around, blocking everything; and as we walked closer to the end of the driveway, I could hear a stream or river gurgling along, maybe behind the…house?

I had never seen this house before. It was huge, and it looked newly built. It was brick-faced, but that was all I could tell in the near-darkness; the landscape looking perfect too.

We walked up a nice stone pathway, and while it looked bumpy, it was smooth to the walk; I didn't trip even once, even though I was wearing high heels. Come to think of it, I hadn't fallen at all, the entire day. Maybe being a vampire could pay off.

And then Edward produced a key, and fit it in the lock of the front door, and opened the door, and flicked on a light.

I clutched his arm, nervously peeking around him into the house. "Um, Edward? Where are we?"

Edward smiled mysteriously, but would not answer.

The house was furnished with extremely modern furniture, and I immediately fell in love with it. Had Carlisle and Esme bought a new house? If this was it, I couldn't wait to visit them.

Still, I inched inside, feeling fluttery for some reason.

"Come on," Edward urged me, taking my hand and fairly pulling me into the foyer.

And then I gasped.

And then I couldn't speak.

Welcome Home, Bella was spelled out on the foyer floor in flowers—in rose petals.

I gasped again, and Edward had to grab me to support me.

"Edward?" I finally asked in a squeaky, high-pitched voice, feeling a little woozy. It was all I could manage.

Edward nodded, and I could hear the smile in his voice. "This is our new house, Bells! Aren't you excited?"

"I—I—" My mouth opened and closed, and I felt like a giant carp out of water.

Edward put his arms around me, and my back was pressed against his chest, and he rested his chin on my shoulder. "It's all ours. Nobody else's. Just ours. It was Carlisle's present to us."

I squeezed my eyes shut, and opened them again, and the house was still there, and Edward was still there. "Oh, Edward!" I cried, and threw my arms around him. I wanted to cry, but of course, I couldn't. This was just so…so….

I couldn't believe it was happening. This further solidified the fact that we were married, and I was moving in with him. And…and….

I closed my eyes again, and kept them like that, inhaling Edward's heavenly scent.

Edward laughed. "Take it easy, Bella. Do you like it?"

This elicited a short nod from me, my face still buried in his tux.

He chuckled. "All right, then. It's home. Come on, now. Do you want a grand tour?"

I bit my lip, but then nodded and straightened up and allowed him to take my hand. He led me through each room—they were all huge!—and showed me everything. The bedrooms upstairs were furnished, and there were four of them; I didn't ask what we would need all the extra ones for because it would embarrass me to no end. The basement was fully furnished, and it had a sound system and 92" projection television and a pool table and ping-pong table and everything! Amazed, I figured that we would never have to leave, and never get bored. I voiced this to Edward, and he only laughed.

"Do you want to sleep here tonight?" He whispered in my ear, making me shiver.

I nodded.

He took my hand again, and together, we began to walk.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Sorry it took so long for this last chapter, I kind of forgot about this story for a while. I hope this kind of wraps it up :)

Anyways, thanks to all my wonderful reviewers, and an extra thanks because this is my first complete non-one-shot on fanfiction.