A/N: I am so sorry about the wait, but I got an idea about another story and I just got so caught up in it that this one fell by the wayside. Please forgive me. You can check it out if you want, but, fair warning, it's rated M for language and possible lemons in the future. I'll give a little excerpt from it at the bottom if you want to know what it's like.
Anyway, I'm sorry about the wait and here is the reception. This is the first half of the reception. It's very fluffy and kind of slow. The second half should be a little more interesting. It may be a little more aggressive than in the book. Sorry if it offends. There will be language in the next section.
Bella POV
I'm still trying to fathom how I got so lucky. All my worries about marriage were for nothing. At this moment, nothing could bring me down. Or so I thought.
I walked down the aisle, arm in arm with my new husband-still gives me butterflies to say that word. My smile was so large that I knew for a fact that my cheeks were going to hurt tomorrow.
They did receive a rest for a little bit. My eyes darted to the empty chair in the front row, the seat I had reserved for my best man and best friend. I was surprised at how much his rejection of Edward and his objection to our marriage hurt me.
I sighed. I couldn't pin this all on him. It was still partly my fault. I led him on for so long, gave him false hope, and then proceeded to squash him like a little bug.
Edward leaned down, his cool breath tickling my ear.
"Love, are you alright?"
I looked up into his loving eyes, riddled with concern. His amber orbs erased all my feelings of guilt and my smile returned once more.
We headed outside to wait for the guests and the rest of the bridal party. The photographer took the photos of us with Charlie first. I knew he wanted to get out of the limelight. He continuously tried to hide behind me or Edward in every frame. I could see Emmett out of the corner of my eye, laughing at my father's antics. He breathed a sigh of relief when he was told he could leave.
Taking photos with the Cullens was a whole other experience. Alice was constantly bouncing around, telling people how to stand, where to stand, how to hold themselves; in other words, doing half of the photographer's job.
We were taking a picture of all the Cullen kids when they brought out the cake. It looked beautiful; white and simple, just like I wanted.
I heard Edward groan slightly and Emmett started to chuckle. I followed their gaze as they watched the cake. I turned to look at them, puzzled. Emmett leaned forward to whisper in Edward's ear, just loud enough for me to hear.
"Looks delicious, doesn't it, little brother?"
Edward turned to glare at him, flipping back around as the flash went off. We were done finally, and as we separated, I pulled Edward aside.
"What did Emmett mean by that?"
Edward sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before looking down at me.
"The thing is, Bella, being a vampire, we don't eat human food. You know that. But, what you don't know is that human food is really quite disgusting to us."
I scoffed. "How can cake be disgusting? Everyone loves cake."
He smiled. "Maybe every human loves cake, but to us, it just makes us want to get sick."
My eyes widened. "Can you actually get sick? I mean, is that possible?"
He laughed, caressing my arms with his frigid fingers. "Yes, if we eat enough of it. I've actually had the unfortunate chance to experience that after losing a bet with Jasper." He shuddered at the thought. "I hated pork growing up, and after that, I hate it even more than before."
I couldn't help but laugh a little at that. I stopped when I looked at the cake again. I started feeling a little bad for him knowing that everyone would be expecting him to eat some of it. He must have caught me looking because his hands cupped my face, bringing my gaze back to his.
"Don't worry, love. I'm still going to eat it." He bent down to place a soft kiss on my lips before pulling back and smiling. "Just try not to give me a huge fingerful, okay?" I giggled nodded as he kissed me once more before pulling me down to the party.
We mingled for a bit while the caterers set up the dinner. We visited with our friends from school, Angela practically jumping into my arms with her excitement. I looked over her shoulder to see who was after her and I smiled when I saw Seth Clearwater, all 8'2" or him, with his mom, Sue, and Billy Black.
I walked forward and he picked me up into a scorching, bone-crushing hug. I laughed as he set me back down. I hugged Sue stiffly, doing the same with Billy. I felt his eyes on me and I met his gaze. He knew what I wanted and shook his head.
I felt a part of the happiness inside me deflate as the information registered in my mind. I shook it off as Seth started talking.
"Hey Bella, Edward. Congratulations." I saw Edward extend his hand and grasp Seth's firmly. I was happy to see that they could get along so well.
"Thank you, Seth. And, Billy, Sue, thank you as well for coming. It meant a lot to have you and Bella there with us."
The conversation continued before Alice came bounding up, announcing that dinner was ready. We sat at the head table and waited to be served. It must have been a good thing that the Cullens and other vampires present could move so fast, else they would have been caught swiping the food off of their plates and into the napkin in their lap.
When the dinner ended, we had a few minutes to talk to some more guests when four incredibly stunning people came up to us. It was easy to see that they were vampires because of the grace and fluidity of which they moved.
A strawberry blonde threw herself into Edward's arms, hugging him enthusiastically. He pried her off gently.
"It's nice to see you too, Tanya. Carmen, Eleazar, Kate, it's wonderful to see you all again. I would like you to meet my wife, Bella."
They looked me over before giving me small smiles, Tanya's looking more like a grimace.
I stood in the background as Edward conversed with them. I was glad when Alice came by again, telling us it was time to cut the cake. I couldn't help but giggle when Edward's face twisted into a look of annoyance.
He stood behind me as we cut a small piece out. I laughed as he attempted to shove an entire fistful into my mouth. I remembered his request from earlier and only took a tiny piece. I held it up, waiting for him to take it. I knew he was being careful because of his teeth, but I couldn't help but blush as his mouth closed around my fingers. Everything was fine until he leaned down.
"Are you ready for our dance?"
I gulped and gripped his arm, pulling him back down to me. "No."
He laughed. "I promise I'll take care of everything."
"You better."
He led me out onto the dance floor, pulling me up to stand on his shoes, his arm wrapped securely around my waist. He kissed my temple as the music started and we began to sway.
Waiting for your call, I'm sick, call I'm angry
call I'm desperate for your voice
Listening to the song we used to sing
In the car, do you remember
Butterfly, Early Summer
It's playing on repeat, Just like when we would meet
Like when we would meet
Cause I was born to tell you I love you
and I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine
Stay with me tonight
Stripped and polished, I am new, I am fresh
I am feeling so ambitious, you and me, flesh to flesh
Cause every breath that you will take
when you are sitting next to me
will bring life into my deepest hopes, What's your fantasy?
(What's your, what's your, what's your...)
Cause I was born to tell you I love you
and I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine
Stay with me tonight
And I'm tired of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home
x4
(I know everything you wanted isn't anything you have)
Cause I was born to tell you I love you
and I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine
Stay with me tonight
Cause I was born to tell you I love you
and I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine
Stay with me tonight
The song ended as we shared a kiss. I didn't care that everyone was watching. All I cared about was that I was with Edward, he was with me, and nothing could ruin this night.
Or so it thought.
A/N: I know. It's kind of a cliffy but hopefully I should be able to write the next part soon if I don't get too caught up with my other story and school.
By the way, the song I used is called Your Call by Secondhand Serenade. It's an amazing song; you should listen to it. I love the lyrics and I think that it relates to Edward really well, not just with the wedding but with everything about Bella.
Let me know your thoughts please.
-Truth in the Moon
ME AGAIN!!!!!!!!
Here's the prologue to my other Twilight story. It's rated M, but if you think it sounds good, give it a try and tell me what you think!! Thanks.
FEAR
We are the world's most dangerous weapon. We were created to restore order and maintain a balance. The government's greatest achievement. Until we became too dangerous to be allowed to live.
A secret underground society designed to protect what is right and kill what is necessary. We complete every mission; save everyone needed to be saved and destroy anyone who crosses us.
The Fugitive Elimination and Aggravation Resistance was created by the Federal Government to rescue powerful political figures and bring down secret organizations. We were lethal. A decade ago, the President sent a document which demanded that we be hunted down and eliminated. Every agent, at home and abroad was silenced. All of them, except one. She crept into hiding until the orders were carried out and the government was satisfied.
She went underground, scanning the country, looking for promising talent. She comprised a small group and began to teach them everything she knew. We have grown and flourished, becoming the most dangerous women in the world. Oh, yes, we're all women.
We use our superior knowledge to outsmart our enemies. We use our sexuality to get them to trust us in the first place. We work for private clients which provides for a hefty salary.
We only have a few rules:
1. Get in unsuspected.
2. Get out with the target.
3. Never compromise the mission for any reason.
And, we have one unwritten, but extremely important rule that must be obeyed:
Never get too involved.
Our leader learned that the hard way. It never has a happy ending.
My name is Bella Swan and I work for FEAR.