A/N: (Wed.) Count yourselves lucky. I could be reading Harry Potter right now. / But, being the nice girl I am, decided to take the day off and write this. However, I'll try to post one or two more while I finish the HP books. :) Oh, and there's plenty of HP references. :D

I woke up in desperate need of a shower. I yawned and stretched in bed for nearly twenty minutes before finally convincing myself to grab a shower before Alice came in to convince me.

One week, I reminded myself, glancing happily at the sparkling ring on my third finger. I went through my morning routine while chanting possible name choices in my head.

Mrs. Edward Cullen

Bella Marie Cullen

Bella Swan Cullen

Mrs. Bella Cullen

Isabella Marie Swan Cullen

I hadn't settled on any particular one yet; they all just sounded so good.

I wiped the steam away from the mirror with my hands. The results of my hot shower saturated the room, and I opened the window to let in the warm, summer breeze. My hands ran through my soaking hair as I gazed admiringly at my reflection.

My appearance had much improved since Edward had come back. I had brought myself back up to an acceptable weight—110. My eyes held more color, as did my hair. The nicotine stains that donned my hands were fading; Alice's teeth-whitening ideas were working well, too.

I finished getting ready, and went to choose an outfit out of the guest room closet. I picked out my favorite navy blue v-neck and khaki Capri pants paired with navy flats. I tried to use Alice's judgment while appraising the outfit, hoping I came out victorious.

Alice streaked by me in a flash of black and white when I opened the bedroom door. She was obviously working on some last-minute plans while Esme and Renee were buying bridesmaid dresses in Seattle. Alice was terribly disappointed that she was forced to stay.

"You look good," she shouted, closing her bedroom door at the end of the hall.

"Thanks," I muttered, turning toward the stairs to grab some breakfast.

The house was nearly empty. Carlisle, I knew, was at the hospital; one of his long-time patients was finally being discharged, and he felt he needed to be there. The beating against the wall above me told me where Rosalie and Emmett had disappeared to. Jasper was admiring his Civil war trunk and watching Cloverfield. Edward was probably out hunting—building up his strength before he would be changing me.



I ignored the crazy confederate singing old war songs on the couch and went straight for the kitchen. I rummaged through the fridge and cabinet for a while before deciding on what I wanted. I sighed in frustration, coming up with nothing. Finally, I settled on making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and Chex Mix.

I sat in the chair next to the couch with my plate and watched the movie with Jasper for a few moments in silence.

Jasper looked up from the trunk beside him. "I really don't like this movie. There was nothing else good on pay-per-view."

I nodded. "I don't really like it either."

Our comfortable silence once again ensued.

"So what's on the agenda today?" I asked offhandedly, chewing the last bits of my sandwich.

He smiled impishly. "Well, Edward has a surprise for you when he gets back—which he should any minute—and Alice is going to need you at Charlie's this afternoon. Other than that, I can almost promise you a very boring day." He sighed and closed the trunk. "I miss the war," he groaned.

I chuckled. "Sorry, Jasper. Uhm…what is this…surprise…of which you speak?" I inquired, scared.

He chortled. "Well, obviously, I can't tell you or it's not a surprise, and you'll find out soon enough anyway." He smirked.

"I hate you, Jasper," I grumbled, rising with my plate to throw it away.

"I love you, too, sis," he laughed as he lifted his trunk to place it back in Alice's room.

With the paper plate in the trash, I grabbed a coke and ran upstairs for my purse. When I was on my way back toward the stairs, I saw a tuft of bronze hair sitting at the piano bench next to the stair case.

"Morning," he said without looking up. He turned around and began playing my lullaby. "Come sit with me for a minute."

I gladly obliged. We sat in silence until the gentle notes slowed to a stop, the last of them hanging delicately in the air.

I shifted nervously on the bench. "Jasper said you had a, uh, surprise…for me." I looked up through my lashes with hopeful eyes. I was disappointed by what I saw on his face—the crooked grin.

"He told you, did he? Well, I guess there's not point in trying to hide it from you until later." He took my hand. "Come with me."

We stood and walked across the foyer to the door. He opened it ahead of me and allowed me to pass, never letting go of my hand. It was the perfect type of cloudy day outside—the clouds were there, but 

not in an ominous way. Nerves and anger kicked in when Edward opened the garage door. I quickly closed my eyes as he led me ahead, carefully avoiding each automobile we passed.

He stopped short. "Bella, open your eyes."

I was really mad. My sweet, loyal, impenetrable Chevy sat in the farthest corner. Beside it sat a sleek, very expensive-looking car.

"What the hell is that?" I asked through clenched teeth, squeezing his hand tightly. He easily wrenched my hand away.

"Well, uh, love, that is your truck, and that is an Audi A5, uh, love. I love you?" he cowered nervously beside me. My ears were on the verge of blowing steam.

"You see, I, uh, went to get your truck this morning, but it wouldn't start. So…happy wedding?" He smiled, still scared.

"Yeah, happy wedding," I mumbled.

"Do you like it, Bella?" Jasper asked by the garage door, smirking, still.

"No," I grumbled, walking over to my truck. The key was in the ignition, and I tried to start it. Just as Edward had said, it wouldn't start. How very convenient that he would already have a shiny new car for me on the same morning that my truck would be on its way to the morgue. I laid my head against the steering wheel, making the horn blare. Soon, the remainder of the Cullen children were standing in the garage, confusion and amusement on their various faces.

"What's wrong with her?" I heard Rosalie ask Edward. "Why the hell doesn't she like the Audi? I'll take it."

"Rose," Edward warned.

"Fine," she pouted.

I was forcibly removed from my truck. Emmett and Jasper carried my limp, angry form to a chair next to the Volvo. I sat, pouting, while Edward explained the benefits of my new car.

"You should see how smooth it is, and how quiet the engine is. You'll love it, I promise. And you can accept it as a gift, because a husband can give his wife gifts, okay, Bella?"

"Yeah," I sighed quietly. "It's fine. It's a very pretty car, Edward. Thank you." I smiled reassuringly and gave in, saying goodbye to my beloved truck.

"You did well," I whimpered, petting the door. "That little whimp could never stand up to Tyler's van."



I ignored the crowd as I made my way back into the house. After collapsing on the couch, I turned the TV to HBO and laid back; The Rocky Horror Picture Show was just coming on. I supposed that they were having a meeting, because no one came back into the house for nearly half an hour.

Alice came to sit at the end of the couch. "Meet me at Charlie's in an hour, okay?" And then she was off again, grabbing car keys, garment bags, and all her clipboards and folders.

I went upstairs to check my make-up, in case my few tears had affected it. Pleased with my appearance, I set out for Edward again with the intention to apologize. I finally found him moping around in the library where Jasper does his illegal working. He was rummaging through books to distract himself from the fact that he angered me. Typical Edward.

"Hey," I said shyly, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind. "I'm sorry about earlier. I really like it, I just like my truck a little bit better."

He turned around in my arms. "I know. I shouldn't have tried to surprise you; I know you hate surprises. Can you forgive me?" He gave me his best puppy eyes, and I kissed him.

"Of course I can. I have to drive it to Charlie's this later, after all. Will you be joining me?" I reached up to kiss his snow-cold neck.

He laid his chin atop my head. "Sorry, Alice said I couldn't. I think Jasper and I are going to try and come up with a way to play Quidditch with four-person teams."

I laughed. "Uhm…go Gryffindor?"

"Precisely," he sighed. "The girls' team will be Hufflepuff, cause we think it's a funny name. Sorta girly, if you will."

I scoffed, leaning away from him. "And why do you get to decide? I think it's enough that you get to be the best team. Maybe we want to be Ravenclaw." I narrowed my eyes playfully. "Maybe we want to be Slytherin."

He laughed. "Oh, just settle with Hufflepuff. I'd hate to rename you Pansy Parkinson."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, at any rate, I'm due at Charlie's. Where are my lovely new keys?"

He smirked happily, retrieved the keys from his pocket, and dropped them in my waiting hand.

"Thank you. I'll see you later, okay? I should be back in an hour or two." I turned to leave, keys dangling from my right hand, but Edward grabbed my wrist.

"Actually, how about I pick you up from Charlie's in two hours? Alice will have everything ready for you, I'm sure."

I eyed him nervously. "Not another surprise," I groaned.



"Yes, one more surprise. But I doubt this one will anger you quite so horrifically. My God, I thought you might try and find Rosalie's sledgehammer for the Audi."

"Alright, enough with the jokes. I'll see you in two hours." I kissed him goodbye and headed for the Audi.

Mmm, Breaking Dawn spoilers. Mmm. :)

No one is staring at you, I reminded myself. No one is staring at you. Of course, with my luck, I was stuck at one of the only three stoplights in town. I looked around nervously to find that Mrs. Weber was staring, her entire torso facing me, in her minivan to my right. I exhaled loudly; I told Edward this would happen if he bought me an extravagant car.

The light changed, and I gunned it in the direction of my father's home. Alice had borrowed Rosalie's convertible, and had parked it in my usual space. I parked behind her, and hesitantly walked toward the house.

"Dad?" I called, opening the door. "Alice?"

"In here," Dad called from the living room. "Hold on a sec, Bells."

I dropped my keys on the table in the front hall and leaned against the wall.

"Ouch, Alice, you got me."

"Oh, you're fine, Charlie," Alice sighed in her bell-like voice. "Come in here, Bella, you have to see him!"

I pushed off the wall and strolled absently into the living room. There, Charlie stood on a short stool, playing Alice's guinea pig for once.

"Wow, Dad, you're looking good." I smiled up at him as he rolled his eyes.

"I look ridiculous in this. Alice, can I take this thing off yet?" He shifted uncomfortably.

She sighed. "You know, I should make you stay in it as punishment for ridiculing my skill. No one dressed by me ever looks ridiculous." He pouted. "Fine, Charlie, go on. It's Bella's turn anyway."

I groaned; I'd been fitted in my dress far too many times. With the wedding a week away, I took comfort in the fact that this would probably be the last time. I marched upstairs and stripped, waiting for Alice to bring the dress upstairs.

"Go to your happy place, Bella," Alice reminded me as the unzipped the white bag.

I closed my eyes, and imagined Edward and I in the meadow. I hardly noticed Alice pin-pricking me, or the feel of the satin over my skin; all I could feel was Edward running his hands through my hair as I fell asleep.

Mmm, end spoilers. :D



Finally, she slid the dress off and stuffed it back into the bag. "Finished," she sang. "Now, for your other outfit for Edward." I couldn't help but notice a tiny, evil glint in her eyes.

I shuddered. "It's not too bad, is it, Alice?"

"Of course not," she called from deep within my closet. "How about this?" She came back holding a white button-down and a black knee-length skirt. Both of those seemed perfectly harmless; it was the shoes she was trying to conceal that nearly brought me to tears.

"Alice, you know I can't walk in those shoes. Do you remember last time?" I backed away from her slowly.

"Oh, come on, Bella! That hobo did not get mad at you, alright? Plus, Edward will catch you every time you trip, and you won't even trip in front of people! Just put the shoes on." She shoved the clothes at me, and appraised me carefully like a show dog when I finished getting dressed. "I like. He should be here any moment now…"

She's good. I'd carefully made my way down the stairs in my black heels when the Volvo pulled in behind the many other cars in the driveway. He killed the engine, and wasted no time getting to the door. I planted myself safely on the couch as Alice opened the door for him. Charlie, surprisingly, went to shake his hand and invite him to watch the game with him and Billy, as he would be coming soon. Edward declined, telling him he had plans with me.

The three of them finally came to join me, and Edward immediately lifted me from my safe haven. "Ready? We really have to get going."

"Sure," I said nervously. I retrieved my purse, said goodbye to Charlie, and walked with Edward and Alice outside.

We passed Billy and Jake on our way to wherever I was being taken, and Jake waved enthusiastically; Edward and I returned the gesture.

Edward grimaced once the car had passed. "Jake has quite…strong feelings for you, Bella. Did you know that? I don't like it."

I laughed. "Yes, I know that. Though I can't understand why it would bother you." I grabbed his hand and leaned against his shoulder, as if to prove a point.

He exhaled, and I knew he'd be okay.

"So where are you taking me?" I asked, looking back up at the road quickly disappearing beneath us.

"Port Angeles," he said simply. "I thought you might like some dinner." He smiled and kissed my forehead.

"Good thinking," I muttered. "I haven't eaten since this morning when Jasper was reliving his memories."



Soon, Edward was driving through familiar streets, and parking in a very familiar space. La Bella Italia illuminated the slick, wet sidewalk with the bright interior lighting. Edward opened the door for me, and it was like the first time all over again: waitresses drooling all over him, Edward pulling out a twenty for a private table. However, this time there wouldn't be an interrogation, and I hadn't recently been nearly attacked.

I ate my mushroom ravioli in, for the most part, comfortable silence. Edward watched me, like always, with an interested eye. He asked the same old questions—is that good? How can you eat that?

"So how's Quidditch coming along?" I asked, laughing.

He smiled. "Well, we have run into a few problems. Obviously, we don't flying bludgers or a snitch, and we can't fly. Me and Jasper, though, we're smart." He tapped his forehead with his index finger.

"I'm sure you'll figure something out." I rolled my eyes. "You guys have some of the craziest ideas."

He looked at me for a moment, smiling. Eventually, I just went back to my dinner, because it was getting a little weird. I took a sip of coke, and Edward leaned over to kiss me.

And I was in my happy place again.

A/N: Love me. :) Now, I'm going to read The Goblet of Fire. Good day to you all. :) Oh, yeah, Review!