The wedding
Author's notes: I based the description of what Edward noticed about the ceremony based on what I remembered of my own wedding. All I could focus on was my Ian and how happy I was on my wedding day, when I asked him all he said all he could remember was that he was to busy staring at me and how pretty I was.
Disclaimer: Still don't own, if I did Jacob would have stayed best friend and not been declared a lover.
The wedding:
Edward wasn't certain if the human in him was nervous because it was his wedding day. Was it normal for a man about to marry his beloved to feel his hands shaking as he felt like he was drowning in nerve wracking terror? Or was he nervous because it was him and Bella and nothing ever seemed to go right for the them. He hoped with everything that he had that today would be the exception to their bad luck with happy moments.
An innocent baseball game led them to a hospital room in Phoenix and nearly took her away from him forever. Then there was her eighteenth birthday party that led to him ripping out both of their hearts, cliff diving and Italy with so much suffering in between. He was nervous, and more scared than he should be. What if she left him at the altar? What if she changed her mind and left him for the dog?
Jasper sent him a calming wave, while his thoughts screamed at him, 'Will you stop that! You're giving me a headache. She loves you and you love her. Today will be perfect stop worrying.'
Edward was musing on whether or not it was possible for Jasper to actually get a headache due to him not having any blood flowing in his brain, when the music he'd written just for today's occasion came on.
The nerves were back, and they'd brought companions. Alice came out first, thinking at him, 'Don't be so nervous! Everything is perfect! I should know I've seen it!' Edward nodded at her slightly in a movement only seen by the vampires in the room.
He smelled her before he saw her, his nose filling with her wonderful scent. Then he saw her, she was breathtaking, if he'd been human he'd have been struck dead by her beauty.
She was a vision in a gown reminisant of the era he'd been seventeen and human in. The type of dress he'd pictured her in. She was a vision in lace, an angel, his beautiful Bella, and euphoria filled him as he stared at her smiling face. He was grinning, the crooked smile Bella loved so much was on his face and he didn't think it would ever leave his face.
Finally she reached his side and her father placed her warm hands in his. He tried to pay attention to the ceremony, the details and words but his mind was on Bella, nothing else mattered.
He spoke his lines, his eyes never leaving her face, those big brown eyes of hers locked on his. He delighted in her happiness about this day, in the warmth of her hands in his cold ones. He rejoiced in the fact that she would soon be his undeniably and forever.
"I pronounce you, husband and wife, you may kiss the bride," the pastor said.
Isabella Cullen, his Bella forever. The kiss that he shared with her was sweeter than any other before it or any other that would come after it. He kissed her with all of his passion and all of his love and nearly forgot that there were people watching.
They'd live happily ever after, he'd make sure of it.