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Author's note: Another happy chapter, although it is extremely short. This happy interlude wouldn't have been this long but like I said last time - I want effect later on. Probably won't work but...I'll have a bash at it and hope for the best. Tell me what you think (i.e. reviews please)!

Love and Pain Go Hand in Hand

Leah POV

Chapter 5 ~ Wedding

"Really, this is a bit much, Eleanor," I groaned as Seth's girlfriend, having being assigned hair and make-up duty by Alice, tried to curl my short hair into ringlets.

"No, no Leah. You're not talking me out of this. This is all I get to do. Alice taught me and I'm going to do her what justice I can. So there." She stuck her tongue out at me, rather childishly, but knowing that she had won the argument.

I sighed and tried to relax, but that was impossible. Instead, I settled for worrying how Sam would react to Jacob allowing the Cullens to come to my wedding, even though we were using their garden and house. It probably wouldn't be too bad, but I'm one of lifes perpetual worriers.

Apparently, all had gorged themselves on elk they found whilst travelling so the humans weren't in danger because they weren't thirsty. It wasn't sunny so they couldn't be mistaken for extremely strange glitter balls. The only people invited knew that the Cullens were vampires and didn't age. So, Seth forced me to invite them. How the hell my little brother managed to convince me to invite vampires to my wedding, I have no idea. But he did, and I had to make the best of it.

That meant they were allowed to be at the wedding and the reception then they had to vamoose.

Vamoose? I'd never said, or even thought, the word 'vamoose' before. Where did that come from? Oh, of course, it had been Harry's favourite word of the day a few weeks ago.

I laughed at myself and received a rather concerned look from Eleanor. I wasn't hysterical, like she obviously thought I was, gauging her reaction from that look. I was laughing at how much Harry had changed my life. He had made me look on the bright side of everything and made me learn to laugh at myself - some rather embarrassing practical jokes had ensued after I told him that I often didn't see the funny side of things.

The time in the dressing room passed in a blur of chatter and puffs of powder. It wasn't long before I heard the wedding march.

We were out in the open, surrounded by the trees of the forest. The ceremony passed in a whirl and I was glad someone was filming this, otherwise I would never be able to tell who was where at what time, despite the fact that this was the most important day of the rest of my life. The only thing I truly registered were my feelings as Harry and I said "I do" - elated, thrilled, excited, awe-filled and goodness knows what else - and Harry himself. Harry, my beautiful, wonderful, magnificent husband. There could be no moment in my life that would be treasured as much as this one would.

The reception was clearer in my mind. There were lots of people drinking champagne, paid for by the Cullens, which seemed a bit unfair. I offered them all a slice of the magnificent three-tier wedding cake to make up for it, and got a laugh from most and extremely sour looks from Rosalie in return - that was quite funny.

There was lots of dancing and congratulations all around, and...it was over. I then had to give thanks to a vampire, for a beautiful wedding, a wedding as glorious as Bella's had been. I was surprised that nobody had to bribe or coerce me to do it, although I was so happy, I didn't care I was supposed to hate vampires. Nobody could hate even a vampire, had they helped to create the most perfect day.

And then we left. Harry and I took off for the most far flung places in the world, and the ones we had discussed visiting on the beach. First stop, Kenya, for our safari honeymoon.