Finals. Moving. Lame excuses. The important thing is I'M BACK! Did ya miss me? Well, this isn't the best chapter (I'm not happy with it), BUT I had to get through it to keep the story rolling. Enjoy loves, and I promise that I will always finish every story I start. That is my vow to all you lovely readers.
Chapter 8: The Chief's Wedding
"Alice! Renesmee!" Edward called up the stairs. They were going to be late. He, Bella, Renesmee, Alice, Carlisle and Esme were going to Charlie and Sue's wedding. Rosalie, Emmett, and Jasper had gracefully bowed out and opted to go hunting that weekend, as they weren't as close to Charlie as the rest of the family. Edward was suddenly beginning to wish he had gone with them. "Esme and Carlisle have already left and Bella is waiting in the car. If we're late Charlie will never forgive us."
"Au contraire, dear brother," Alice smiled as she came bouncing down the stairs. "Bella is his daughter. He'd forgive her for anything. Renesmee is his only grandchild, and in his eyes can do no wrong. And I, well, he adores me. You on the other hand..."
"Will be in trouble if we don't get a move on," he said, shooing her out the door. When he turned back to the stairs, his call for Renesmee to come down died on his lips. She was already rushing down the stairs, wearing a mint green dress and the pearls Rosalie gave her.
"I'm sorry, Dad!" she gushed. "Auntie insisted on doing my hair and my makeup and then we couldn't find the right shoes or a purse that matched out of everything that was in her closet! We even raided Aunt Rose's but... whoa!"
Edward caught her when she tripped on the last step. "Thanks," she giggled.
He smiled and tucked a bronze curl behind her ear. "You look beautiful. When did my little girl become a grown woman?" She blushed, the same pink that once colored her mother's cheeks now bloomed in hers. Edward chuckled. "Come," he said with a smile as he took her arm, "we don't want to be late."
"And do you, Charlie Swan, take Sue Clearwater to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
Renesmee watched as her grandfather stared deeply into Sue's dark eyes, and nodded, his gruff voice barely above a whisper when when he said, "I do."
"Then I now pronounce you husband and wife. Chief Swan, you may kiss your bride."
Stepping closer to Sue, Charlie placed a hand on her cheek and gently pressed his lips to hers. Then, shocking everyone present, he wrapped one arm securely around her waist and dipped her backwards, their lips still locked. Renesmee laughed and so did Sue as Charlie straightened the both of them back upright.
The small wedding party then left the police station and traveled back to the newlywed's home. Charlie had sprung to have the event catered, and everything was set up when they got there. After they ate, Sue and Charlie took the dance floor. Renesmee watched as her grandfather, dressed in a sharp black tuxedo, twirled his new bride across the lawn. Sue was wearing a turquoise dress with elaborate bead work, and white flowers in her hair. She looked beautiful, but it was the way her eyes danced with laughter and the smile that lit up her face that made her so. Charlie looked happier than she had ever seen him too, a grin hiding beneath his mustache.
A new song started and Jacob rose from their table and offered his hand to her. "May I have this dance?"
Renesmee giggled. "You may."
He led her out into the middle of the lawn, pulling her into his arms. "You are gorgeous tonight," he said, a slow smile spreading across his face.
"Thanks," she smiled, a blush creeping up into her cheeks again. Her reaction to his compliments only embarrassed her more. You'd think she would be used to it by now.
"So, are you going to catch the bouquet? That means you'll get married next, right?" he asked, her bare feet gliding over the grass. She'd long since abandoned her heels.
"Right, but I think if you're already engaged, it doesn't count," she said with a wink.
Jacob nodded. "Yeah, that might be considered cheating. Although, I think you're the only single woman here."
"Unmarried," she clarified. "Not single. I am very happily taken, thank you very much. I have been for quite some time."
"Oh you have? By who, may I ask?" he smirked, knowing full well what her answer would be. Or, he thought he did.
"Well, Seth of course. Did I forget to tell you?"
He looked at her ornery smile and pinched her hip, causing her to squeal. "I'm kidding, Jake! I'm kidding!" she laughed, his fingers tickling her side.
"You better be," he said, placing a firm kiss on her lips. "You are mine, Renesmee Cullen, and don't you ever forget it."
She shook her head, bronze curls bouncing. "Never."
