A/N: drama-filled chapter. Haha. Sorry, still reading HP. There's way too many distractions out there, let me tell ya. Anyway, I'm going to start writing a new chapter now.

I woke up in the comfort of the cold of Edward's arm. I turned over to check the weather forecast. A cloudy day, yet no rain—a good day for the tiny town of Forks.

"Good morning," he said softly before kissing my forehead. "Sleep well, I trust? You hardly talked." He bit his flawless lip, choking back an obvious laugh.

I groaned. "Apparently the little I did say you found amusing." I glared at him disapprovingly for laughing at his fiancée.

"Well," he said, dragging it out annoyingly. "In my defense, I wasn't the only one laughing." He gave me a smug smile and let out an exasperated laugh. "You,"—he kissed my nose—"are so cute when you get angry."

"I don't even remember what I dreamed about." I sighed. "Will you just tell me what I said?"

He hesitated a moment until I threatened him. "Fine, you were obviously dreaming about our honeymoon, and your language got a little…inappropriate."

My cheeks flushed, and I dropped my head into my hands in embarrassment. The dream came rushing back to me, and it was a very good dream. Indeed, it had been pertaining to our honeymoon.

I was still wearing my wedding gown as Edward carried me down the hallway of the hotel toward our room. Checking to see that no one was watching, he took off running, coming to a stop at the end of the corridor, and sliding the card into the door without shifting me at all. Edward kicked the door open, and kissed me as he carried me over to the bed.

"Wait here," he purred. He intercepted the bell boy at the door to retrieve our luggage, and tipped him graciously before kicking him out. Our suitcases were thrown to the side, with the exception of one special duffle bag Alice had packed for me. Edward tossed it carelessly into the bathroom, his hungry gaze fixed on me. "Change," he commanded. He seized my lips in a passionate kiss, and lugged me off toward the bathroom.

"Patience, my dear," I whispered seductively. "You can fuck me soon enough." He tried for another kiss, but he got the door instead.

He laughed. "You are the devil, Bella Swan."

I unzipped the duffle and pulled out the negligee Alice had insisted on buying. The lacy hot pink bra and panties set came out first, followed by a new satin nightie to replace the one Edward had previously ripped to shreds. I'd strictly told him 'no sex until after the wedding' for this reason. I hadn't expected to find anything else, but as Alice is Alice, after all, there was something else in the bottom corner of the bag. Alice included a white satin corset embroidered with flowers and matching panties. Even more unbelievable was the matching stockings and white stilettos.



Decisions, decisions

I finally came to a conclusion; the bridal set tonight, then the hot pink number, and then my nightie on our final night. I changed into Alice's surprise gift, and headed back out into the bedroom of our suite. Edward was twisting his white gold band around his finger. He looked up at me, his lustful look in place once again. I walked slowly and carefully across the room in the very high, toothpick-like heels. Being the kind gentleman, Edward made his way over to me and guided me to the bed, and bent down to remove the deathtrap shoes once I was seated safely on the white down comforter.

"Alice is cruel," I grumbled.

He laughed. "Yes, but you're so cute when you're trying not to fall all over yourself."

I smirked. "Okay, mister, just for that one, no sex; you just get to look at me all night. And the best part is you can't sleep, so you'll be looking at me in this outfit until tomorrow morning, wishing you hadn't said that."

That memory was enough to let me know just what had everyone erupting in laughter. Of course, they would've heard the worst part of the dream, and only the things I was saying. Alice was probably out buying the white outfit as I hid my embarrassed face in Edward's bare shoulder.

"Would you like me to get you some breakfast?" he proposed, tilting my face up so that he could look at me. "You need to build up some energy; the wedding's just five days away now, you know."

I nodded excitedly. "In five days, I'll be Mrs. Edward Cullen, and I'll do it on a full stomach. Now go make me a waffle."

He flashed me his famous smile, and disappeared in a blur of pale skin and red plaid pajama pants. Why does Edward need pajama pants, anyway?

Even with his vampire speed, he can't speed up the waffle griddle. I took advantage of his absence by washing my face and pulling my untidy hair into a manageable, acceptable ponytail. However, Edward had returned before I could apply my make-up.

"Breakfast, my dear," he said sweetly in my ear as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. "Your waffles await."

Edward carried me back to the bed, and turned to the small bedside table for my breakfast. He picked up the fork, and cut off a small piece of the waffle to feed me. I stared at him incredulously.

"What?" he asked innocently under my gaze.

"Edward, leggo my eggo."

He rolled his eyes and laughed. "Fine, feed yourself. I'm gonna get dressed and head out with Emmett. He wants to go to the zoo."



I did a double take and tilted my head to the side. "Why does Emmett want to go to the zoo? More importantly, why is he dragging my fiancée along with him?"

Edward shrugged. "With Emmett, you never know."

I shook my head. "Well, don't stay gone too long. It'll get boring for me to sit around here with Rosalie glaring at me and Alice forcing me to try a new hairstyle."

He kissed me. "Don't worry, I'll try and be home as soon as possible. Trust me, this is the only place I want to be, but Emmett won't leave me alone if I don't take him."

I sighed. "Maybe I'll go hang out with Charlie or something. He said Billy and Jake might come up tonight. Something about this epic game from '87 on ESPN classics." I laughed. "He launched into this story about Mom looked like a balloon with legs and wouldn't stop complaining about me kicking while he tried to watch the game the first time. I thought I might make them dinner."

He scowled. "Jacob will try and come on to you, no doubt."

I rolled my eyes. "Listen, you have nothing to worry about with Jacob. There's no competition whatsoever. I love you, and only you, okay?" I kissed away the worried crease in his brow. "Who am I marrying this Saturday at noon in your backyard?"

He smiled, his eyes shining brightly, and kissed me. "For some crazy reason, that would be me. And it's not you I worry about, it's him. I can't imagine facing rejection from you."

I laughed against his lips. "Go get dressed, silly."

I could already tell we would make the best married couple. I applied my make-up while Edward tried to tame his hair over at the next sink in front of the mirror in his bathroom. He sighed in agitation and threw his comb against the marble countertop, shattering it. I rolled my eyes and pulled mine out.

"Here," I said, pushing my stool over to him. "Sit down and let me fix it."

When we finally settled on a good style for him, he insisted on applying my lip gloss for me. Of course, he did away with it almost immediately with a kiss that made me weak in the knees. He had to help balance me as I walked him to his car with Emmett, then I had the problem of getting back upstairs.

Rather than risk physical injury, I laid down at the entrance of the garage and watched the green leaves sway in the warm breeze. I eventually fell asleep, and woke only when I heard the sound of metal clinking in the garage behind me. I sat up, confused.

"Morning," Rosalie said, retrieving her tools to work on one of the cars. "Guess you didn't sleep well after that dream, huh?" She trilled a flawless laugh. "That was great."

"What time is it?" I mumbled, standing.

She shrugged, popping open the hood of her convertible. "Probably four or five."



My eyes popped open. "I gotta go." I ran inside to retrieve my purse to find that Alice had already left it on the couch for me with a note.

Order pizza, trust me.

My brow furrowed, but the note didn't faze me as I jogged back out to the garage and jumped into my car, ignoring Rosalie. I suspected I left some burnt rubber on Rosalie's heels as I peeled out of the garage. Who wears heels to work on a car, anyway?

Billy and Jake were already at Charlie's by the time I arrived. I only hoped they hadn't already gotten dinner, as I was still intending to make it for them. The television was loud, but didn't drown out the cheers of my dad and his best friend as one team scored a touchdown. They didn't seem to notice my arrival, but Jake met me in the hall as soon as I was in the door.

"Hey, Bella, I didn't hear you pull up with your new whimp-tastic car," he teased, pulling me in for a hug. "How are you?"

"I'm great, thanks. The guys didn't order pizza, did they? I wanted to make dinner."

He shook his head. "Nope, Charlie said he was still holding out for you to show up." We laughed like the old friends we were, and he wrapped his huge, warm arm around my shoulder as a friendly gesture. "Come on, they'll be glad to see you're here."

Sure enough, they were. I hugged them both, and I attempted to watch the remainder of the second quarter with them. Once halftime was upon us, Charlie asked me if I would do the honors of feeding the men for the evening. I obliged, of course, but soon discovered that the kitchen was about as useful for cooking these days as my bedroom.

"I'll have to go to the store, it seems," I sighed as I crossed the living room to retrieve my keys. "I'll be back in a few."

I heard Jacob's heavy footsteps coming up behind me. "I'll go with you, Bells. I've had about enough of this game. The good one doesn't even come on until eight." He opened the front door, and we left without a backward glance.

Even if he had to make fun of it, Jake was in love with my car. He displayed complete reverence as we sped through the few streets the small town had to offer. I parked, much to Jacob's dismay, a few blocks from the small grocery store on Main Street; the beauty of twilight was too much to pass up. I asked Jake about the pack as we walked, and he reported that everyone was fine.

We rounded the final corner and headed toward the store as Mike Newton came into view. I hadn't talked to him since the funeral, and the smile he wore surprised me.

"Hey, Iz," he greeted. I shuddered; I hadn't heard that god-forsaken nickname in ages. "What brings you out of hibernation?"



"Groceries," I grumbled, holding Jake's fist back, as it was ready to connect with Mike's face as he sneered.

"Ah, feeding yourself again, I see. You need it. I remember the days when we couldn't get you to eat a granola bar. You're looking much, much better, if I might say." He smiled, and Jacob tensed even more, if possible.

"Go on," I whispered to Jake. "I'll catch up to you in a minute."

Mike snickered as Jacob disappeared down the street behind him. "You were always such a tease, Bella. God, I've missed you." He stepped closer to me, and I leaned away.

"What do you think you—,"

I was cut off as he attacked me with his disgusting lips. I didn't move as he attempted to kiss me, only looked past him, wide-eyed. I pushed him off quickly, only to find Jessica coming out of the store we were standing in front of, glaring at me.

"How dare you?!" she screeched. "You filthy whore, get away from him!"

And oh, how glad I was to do so.

"My pleasure," I growled at her. "And what control do you have over him? I know you aren't dating; none of us ever did. It was a rule."

"Well since you more or less killed Lauren, the rules don't really apply do they?" she sneered, getting in my face.

"Still sticking to that story, are you?" I laughed, pushing her away from me. "If you two love birds will excuse me, I have some things to do."

I started to walk away, only to have my ponytail jerked back, throwing me to the ground. I caught myself on my hands, and glared angrily up at a smirking Jess. Without thinking, I jumped back up, palms bleeding, and punched her. I couldn't be sure whose blood was pouring down her face, as my palms were gushing; I could only hope, though, that it was hers.

A few people were watching as our fight progressed, Jessica having recovered from her brief shock. Her left eye was blackened, and my bottom lip was cut before Jacob had caught on to what was happening in the street and had come to break us up. Mike had joined the passersby in watching in awe.

Jake picked us up and held us a few feet apart as we clawed at each other, fuming. "Enough!" he roared, scattering the audience like roaches. "Blondie, take your girl and get the hell away from here." Jacob shoved Jessica at Mike, and toted me off to the grocery store.

He didn't say anything as I gathered the ingredients to make my famous enchiladas and paid. He finally spoke to me once we reached the car, and he had placed my purchases in the backseat for me.



"That busted lip's gonna look good in the wedding photos," he laughed, punching my arm playfully. "I didn't know you could fight like that, Bella. That was awesome!"

I chuckled. Of course a teenage boy would eat up a girl fight like pizza. "Thanks. I wish I could get off that easily with Dad and Edward. They're gonna kill me. Not to mention Alice; she'll have to pull out all the stops to cover this." I pointed at my lip.

"Still," he said in awe, "that was so worth it."

"I guess," I laughed.

Of course Dad was 'extremely disappointed in me' when we got back home and I smiled up at him with blood-stained teeth. Still, he found it hilarious when Jacob told him the whole story. I covered the pre-show for Charlie and Billy, and they both insisted that I should've thrown that punch at Mike instead.

After I ran upstairs to brush my teeth, I made the enchiladas while they watched the game. We ate during halftime, and I left for the Cullen home at ten.

Edward, Alice, and Emmett were congregated on the front porch when I pulled up, the latter of whom was the only one smiling. I parked the car and trudged slowly toward the house. Emmett greeted me with a high five and bear hug, not to mention his deepest congratulations on kicking Jessica's ass.

Edward and Alice weren't quite as happy.

"Why didn't you listen to my note?!" Alice roared. "I told you to order pizza for a reason, you know! Ugh, I knew this would happen. I knew it would." Emmett picked her up and carried her inside like a football to prevent further screaming.

"I am very disappointed, Isabella," Edward scolded as he stepped toward me. "You could've at least knocked out a few of her teeth."

A/N: I probably won't post again until I've finished the HP books. I know, I'm taking a very long time of doing so. But I have too many distractions. Anyway, review, and I'll try and finish the books ASAP.