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"Are you sure you got all the invitations out?"

"Ask that one more time, Jake, I dare you."

Jacob smiled and kissed my forehead. "Just making sure. You're known to forget things." I swatted at him, but of course he dodged it easily, taking the attacking hand and pulling me to my feet. He laughed as I twirled like a tipsy ballerina before spinning into his warm body.

I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady heartbeat. Then I sighed. "I'll be so happy once tomorrow is over," I mumbled, trying to soak in as much of his body heat as possible.

"Oh yeah, because marrying your soul mate is such a hassle," Jacob said dryly.

"There's so much to do," I said, ignoring him. "The invitations are finally done, but now there's the food –"

"Which Emily told you not to worry about."

"Then the sponsors –"

"Charlie and Renée are ready for it, stop worrying."

"And then there's the ceremony itself." I sighed again. "What if I trip, or forget what to say?"

"Then it'll be on tape."

"Jake!"

"Bella!" Jacob mimicked me. "Honey, I promise everything will be fine. The only thing that can go wrong is the weather. But the meeting house is ready in case it rains." He rubbed my back soothingly.

"It probably will," I muttered, relaxing a bit under his hands. I felt Jacob shrug.

"Probably," he agreed.

There was a knock on the door, followed by Quil and Embry letting themselves in. Embry eyed us. "Isn't it bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the ceremony?"

"That's the day of, stupid." Quil punched Embry lightly in the arm. Embry shrugged. "Can we crash here for a bit?" Quil asked. "Emily kicked us out because someone was trying to eat the food for tomorrow."

"I thought it was up for grabs!"

Jacob shook his head and sighed, and I giggled. "Of course," I said. "Just don't clean out Billy's fridge." Embry rolled his eyes at me.

The phone rang, and Embry grabbed it out from under Jacob's hand. Jacob growled, and I patted his chest to calm him. "Down boy." Jacob narrowed his eyes at the dog crack.

"Black residence," Embry answered. There was a pause as he listened to the caller. "Yeah. Are you sure?" Embry jumped and held the phone out at arm's length. "Okay! Don't get so bent out of shape!" he yelled back, handing it to Jacob. "Here you go. Sheesh, you'd think he was the one getting married tomorrow." He shook his head and headed into the kitchen, with an amused Quil right behind him.

"Hello?" Jacob said. "Oh, hey Sam. Yeah she did, so they came over here." Jacob listened as Sam talked some more. Then his eyes widened. "You will?" He sounded surprised, and I looked up at him questioningly. Jacob tucked my hair behind my ear unconsciously. "Oh, wow, thank you! I really don't know what to say." There was another pause. "This means a lot, Sam, thanks so much. Yep. Bye." Jacob hung up and smiled down at me again.

"What is it?"

"Sam and Emily have appointed themselves as my sponsors for the wedding."

"That's so nice!" I wrapped my arms around his torso, and he kissed the top of my head. He brought a warm hand to my chin, lifting my face up, and pressed his lips to mine gently, making me melt like he always did.

There was a sudden crash, making us jump apart, followed by a thud and a yelp. Jacob groaned. "Those two are going to be the death of me!"

I laughed and stood on my tip-toes, pecking him on the lips once more. "I'll let you deal with it. I'm going to go see if Emily needs any help with the food." Jacob nodded and I grabbed my jacket from the closet and went to the door. I heard Jacob as I walked out.

"What are you two doing? It looks like a tornado passed through!" I chuckled to myself and stepped into the gray mists, pulling my hood up. Emily and Sam didn't live very far away, and I could see the lights form their house dimly through the fog.

I ran the last few feet up to their door, and let myself into the warm house. "Emily?" I called, hanging up my jacket on a hook next to the door. I followed the delicious smells of Emily's cooking into the kitchen.

She glanced at me as she was chopping up potatoes. "Hi Bella. What can I do for you?"

"Actually, I'm here to help," I said cheerfully. I pushed my sleeves up, washed my hands in the sink, and grabbed a wooden spoon, flourishing it like a sword. "Tell me what to do."

Emily laughed. "Well, if you could finish chopping these potatoes for the soup, I can get started on the fry bread." I nodded and took over her station, dicing the potatoes into cubes and pouring them in the creamy broth that was simmering on the stove.

Emily and I talked easily about this and that while we worked. Much of the conversation was centered around the pack; Embry and Quil's latest antics, Paul and Leah dating and the other's bets on how long it would last between the hot-tempered couple. Thankfully, Emily seemed to know that I wanted to stay away from any talk of the wedding. I was already nervous enough.

"Are we really going to need all this food?" I asked finally. I could see that the refrigerator was already stuffed to the brim, and over-full coolers sat stacked in teetering piles around the kitchen.

Emily smiled and nodded. "Nearly everyone on the rez is coming, plus your family and friends.

"Wow," was all I could think of to say. The screen door in the kitchen that led out to the backyard creaked open. If the little kitchen seemed crowded before, it was downright claustrophobic now that Sam and Jacob stepped in.

"Smells good in here," Sam said appreciatively. Jacob nodded in agreement.

Jacob came over and leaned on the counter next to where I worked. "What did you do with Quil and Embry?" I asked, stirring the soup.

"Sam sent them on patrol to get them out of the way." I chuckled at Jacob's relieved tone.

"Sam, Jacob, I'm making a new rule," said Emily. "If you're here, you help." She handed them both large bowls filled with fruit and then pointed to the sink. "Rinse and cut."

Jacob saluted, and he and Sam began to wash the strawberries, blueberries, and raspberries, cutting up the bigger ones and putting them in the fruit salad that Emily had already started.

We all worked for some time, chatting happily and joking. We hardly noticed the dying light behind the clouds as the afternoon and evening wore on.

We were cleaning up when there was a knock on the kitchen door. "Hey Sam?" Embry's face appeared in the light coming from the kitchen. "Can we borrow some shorts?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "Just a minute." He weaved gracefully through the cluttered kitchen to the cupboard in the hall that Emily kept full of spare pairs of shorts for cases such as this.

Jacob wrapped his arms around me as I set the last dish in the drying rack. "Should we go?" he asked, kissing my cheek noisily.

I nodded. My feet were getting sore, and I still had to get through tomorrow. Jacob seemed to sense my tiredness. He scooped me up into his arms and carried me all the way back to my truck, sliding me into the passenger's seat and climbing into the driver's seat himself. I leaned against his side, grateful for the warmth in the dropping temperature, but fighting the sleep that came with it.

The ride was quiet. I couldn't keep my mind from wandering to tomorrow. I shivered, and Jacob wrapped his arm around me tighter, thinking I was cold. But my shiver had nothing to do with the cold. I had suddenly thought of Edward Cullen, after nearly four years. I had always thought it would be him I was going to stand next to at the altar ever since we had started dating. I wouldn't have been able to imagine it any other way. And here I was, marrying my true soul mate, and his name wasn't Edward. The difference between Jacob and Edward was glaringly obvious. I stopped thinking about it; those kinds of thoughts could hurt, and I had no intention of worrying Jacob now. Instead, I concentrated on the heat emanating from him, listening to the thump of his powerful heart, the one that loved me so much.

The house was dark and quiet when we rolled into the driveway. Jacob carried my tired body again into the house and up the stairs, somehow missing all the squeaky spots in his weird werewolf way. He set me on my bed and lay next to me, keeping me toasty warm with his space-heater quality. I wiggled as close as possible and he wrapped his arms around me.

"After tomorrow, you'll be all mine," he teased, kissing my forehead.

I shook my head. "I've been yours for four years," I mumbled into his chest.

He chuckled quietly. "No, I'm pretty sure I've been yours."

I shrugged. "Potato, potahto."

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Standing behind the curtain, I could hear a version of the wedding song, the flowing melody of the flute carrying clearly. The weather had turned out to be cooperative.

I clutched my bouquet nervously. Charlie noticed my preoccupation. "Bells, you'll be fine. This is one of the happiest days of your life, try to enjoy it," he told me, squeezing my shoulder.

Sue Clearwater fixed the train of my flowing white gown. "Your father's right," she said, giving me a kind smile. "There's nothing to worry about."

All too soon, Charlie took my arm in his and we walked slowly out of the tent where we had been waiting, and down the aisle. I could see Jacob up ahead, perfectly handsome in a black tuxedo. He was grinning widely as I came into view, and I couldn't help but smile myself.

After what had to have been the longest ten twenty feet ever, I finally took my place beside Jacob. Old Quil beamed at us; he was to be the officiant for the ceremony. Our sponsors, Charlie and Renée, and Sam and Emily, took their places just behind us. Old Quil began the ceremony, speaking in the native language, blessing all who were gathered. It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever heard even though I didn't understand any of it. The words flowed together seamlessly. Old Quil approached us, and two assistants covered us both in separate blue blankets. Then he took one of our hands and held them together in both of his.

"The blue blankets symbolize you as two separate entities. You may feel as if you are one together, but the eyes of the Creator do not see it as such." Old Quil nodded, and his assistants came and removed the blue blankets, replacing them with one white blanket that covered both Jacob and I. "The one white blanket represents your new life from now on together as a couple. As the appointed officiant for this ceremony, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Go through life together with the blessing of the Creator." He squeezed our hands and stepped back.

It was quiet; it felt like something very obvious was missing. A chant started from the crowd. "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" Jacob looked at me and shrugged, smiling. He bent forward and pressed his lips to mine, and the chanters cheered.

"Now you will feel no rain,

For each of you will be shelter to the other.

Now you will feel no cold,

For each of you will be warmth to the other.

Now there is no more loneliness,

For each of you will be the companion to the other.

Now you are two bodies,

But there is only one life before you.

Go now to your home

To enter into the days of your togetherness

And may your days be good and long upon the earth."



A/N: All done! I hope you guys enjoyed it; it was fun to write and then read all your reviews. Quick little side note before I let you get to reviewing (hint hint), the wedding ceremony/traditions in here were taken from both the Algonquin and Cherokee tribes, I just took what bits fit the best and mixed them together. The wedding prayer-song is Apache. Ok, now hit the "Go" button and tell me what you thought of this story! Love you all (especially if you review!)