A/N: The wedding is finally here!!! So it's going to be mostly BPOV, but there will be a little glimpse of EPOV, k? Hope you like it =D
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Twilight.
BPOV
"Bella, if you don't get your ass out of bed in the next ten seconds, I swear to God I will make you wear stilettos!" Alice's high-pitched shriek ricocheted through my room, shattering my ear drums. I threw my pillow in her general direction and sat up in my bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.
"We only have one hour to get you to the salon so you better hurry, unless you plan on being late to your own wedding!" she shouted furiously, stomping back down the stairs.
I jumped out of my bed, now wide awake, as realization hit me: I was going to marry Edward today. A large grin spread across my face and I began to rush around my room grabbing on the first clothes my hand touched. I ended up in Edward's track shirt and a pair of sweats, and I flew to the bathroom. I got dressed after the fastest shower in my life and pulled my hair up into a messy bun, sliding my feet into a pair of flats before running downstairs. Well, not really running since my belly was too big for that, but walking very quickly.
When I reached the bottom of the stairs Alice grabbed my arm and yanked me out the door, leading me to her Porsche. She broke every traffic law in her haste to get to the salon, and for once I didn't care. I was usually a nervous wreck in the death trap that Alice called a car, but all I could focus on was Edward standing at the altar.
I was thrown into a chair as soon as we walked into the salon, and a group of women began poking, pulling, and prodding every inch of me. There were two women assigned to giving me a manicure and pedicure, while another worked furiously on my hair. The fourth woman was buffing my face and covering it in obscene amounts of makeup. I sat completely still, allowing them to work their magic while I waited impatiently for the morning to pass by.
After hours of being beautified to Alice's standards, I was finally declared ready to get dressed. Alice banned me from looking at my appearance before I was completely ready, and led me out of the salon and back into her car. We drove straight to the Cullens' house and Rose rushed out to help Alice lead me inside.
"The guys are all in their rooms getting ready, and Esme is guarding Edward's door so he can't come out and see Bella until the wedding," Rosalie explained quickly to Alice. My heart sped up at the mention of Edward's name and I considered sneaking over to see him, but I knew Alice wasn't going to let me out of her sights for one second.
The girls ushered me quickly into Alice bedroom and immediately began stripping off my clothes. Alice pulled out a pink striped bag, and I looked at her in confusion.
"It's for your wedding night," she explained with a sly grin. "Just put it on!" she sighed at my reluctance. I opened the back and pulled out the lacy white lingerie, setting it down gently on the bed. I slipped on the boyshort and bra set, and I had to admit that it shaped my newly expanded cleavage nicely.
Once the lingerie was in place I stepped into the gown that Alice was holding open for me. It was a beautiful organza A-line styled dress with a white gauzy material overlain; the fabric was gathered at the top, creating an empire waistline that concealed my baby well. A beautiful silver brooch was centered on the bodice, and Alice attached a matching necklace around my neck, with a small locket resting in the hollow of my throat. I looked at her questioningly, and she smiled softly.
"It's your wedding present from Edward," she said. I looked in the mirror while her slim fingers flicked open the locket, revealing the picture inside. The left side contained a photo of Edward and I together, and the right side had been left blank.
"He left one side empty so you could put a picture of your children in it after they are born." My eyes began to water while she explained the gift, and I fought to keep the tears from spilling over and ruining my makeup. While I regained my composure there was a soft knock at the door, and my parents entered the room.
"Bella, honey, you look beautiful," my father said, hugging me gently. My mother was crying softly, and smiling by his side.
"We thought you could use this as your something borrowed, old, and blue," he chuckled nervously, He handed me a small velvet jewelry box, and I opened it gently. Nestled inside was a pair of gorgeous sapphire earrings set in sterling silver. I hugged both of my parents tightly and slid the earrings into place.
They left the room quickly to allow me to finish getting ready, and Alice pulled a small scrap of fabric. I stared at it for a moment before realization hit me, and Alice grabbed my ankle beneath my dress.
"Hold still," she demanded. She slid the garter into place and straightened out. "Well, you're dress is your something new, so I think you have everything covered." She led me over to the full-sized mirror in the corner, and pulled the sheet off so that I could inspect my appearance.
It took me a few seconds to realize I was looking at my own reflection. My skin was creamy even against the ivory fabric of the dress, and my cheeks were flushed a light pink as usual. My makeup was light, with just a little eyeliner, mascara, and shimmering eye shadow and lipgloss. The top section of my hair was pulled back into a silver clip, and the rest hung down my shoulders in loose curls.
I turned to Alice and hugged her tightly, trying not to start crying again. I waved Rosalie over and she giggled lightly before joining our hug. The three of us stood like that for a few minutes before finally pulling apart. I looked at my friends for a second, noticing their outfits for the first time. They both looked absolutely gorgeous in their bridesmaid dresses. Rosalie wore a red, silk dress that hugged her curves and ended mid-thigh. Alice was wearing a black, flowing, strapless dress that hung to her knees, and both girls were in stilettos.
"Are you ready?" Alice asked softly. I took a deep breath and nodded my head lightly. I was definitely nervous, but I needed to see Edward. She smiled softly and led me to the door, handing me a pair of silver flats before we left the room. I slipped the shoes on and followed her and Rose to the top of the staircase.
Charlie was waiting for me, and we hugged one more time before the music began and I linked my arm through his. Rosalie went down the stairs first, then Alice as my maid of honor. Charlie squeezed my hand and smiled reassuringly, and we started making our way down the steps.
My foot hit the bottom of the staircase and I clutched Charlie's arm for support as we turned to head down the aisle. The Cullens' living room was filled with several dozen chairs, all filled with close friends and family. I invited Angela and her boyfriend Ben, as they were the first friends I ever made in Forks. I hadn't felt the need to invite anyone else from school, so the rest of the seats were filled with our immediate and extended families, as well as a few family friends.
But I didn't notice any of them as walked into the large room. Alice had outdone herself with the decorations, draping white fabric across the ceiling and walls, and covering every surface with white orchids and lilies. It was all breathtaking, and the twinkle lights spread throughout the room created a fairytale glow. But none of it measured up to the beauty of the man standing in front of me.
Edward stood at the altar, looking devastatingly handsome in his black tux, his hair disheveled as usual. He was wearing a smile that I'm sure matched my own, and his eyes were locked on mine. He was waiting for me, and he was all mine. Charlie was the only thing keeping me from sprinting down the aisle and into his arms.
EPOV
My stomach was a jumble of nerves throughout the entire day. I was forbidden to see Bella until the wedding began, but I needed her. I was a mess not knowing where she was or how she was feeling. I paced anxiously in my room, willing the day to pass quickly.
When I finally took my place at the altar, my heart was beating at three times the normal pace. She was in the house, just a few yards away from me at the top of the stairs, but I couldn't see her yet. I thought I would explode with all of the nervous energy shooting through my veins.
When the wedding march finally began, my heart froze in my ribcage. I watched as Alice and Rosalie made their way down the aisle, seemingly in slow motion. And then I saw her. She reached the door of the living room, and my heart soared. She was absolutely gorgeous. The gown was soft and creamy, a perfect match to her skin, and it hung from her chest down her delicate curves. Her thick, mahogany hair hung heavily down her back and shoulders, contrasting sharply with the pale tones of her dress and skin. Her chocolate eyes shone brightly in her face, her cheeks flushed.
She had a breathtaking smile on her face, rivaling my own grin. She was watching me as intently as I was watching her, and I wanted nothing more than to race down the aisle to reach her. It seemed as if they were slowing down with every step, delaying her arrival at the altar.
I kept my eyes locked with hers, and after what seemed like hours, she was finally standing before me. Charlie kissed her hand lightly and placed in my own. Every ounce of anxiety escaped my body the second I felt the cool skin of her hand on my own, and we turned together to face the minister.
Our vows were simple, which was fortunate, because I would not have been able to form sentences at this point. I repeated the minister's words, but did not hear a single thing he said; all of my attention was focused on the angel beside me. I had done nothing to deserve her, and yet, here she was.
With the minister's declaration that we were now man and wife, I quickly pulled Bella into my arms, crushing my lips to hers in a passionate kiss. She was finally mine, all mine, and I was the happiest man alive.
We pulled apart reluctantly and grinned at one another before we turned to face the room, instantly bombarded by hugs and congratulations. We made our way slowly through the crowd, our hands laced tightly with one another's.
Once free from the crowd of well-wishers we were pulled quickly to the backyard, where our reception was being held. Alice forced us onto the dance floor, claiming that we could be alone later. I obliged for the simple fact that this was an excuse to hold Bella tightly in my arms.
I pulled her onto the dance floor and wrapped my arms around her waist, while she wrapped her own around my neck.
"I love you, Edward," she whispered, placing a gentle kiss to my lips.
"And I love you, Mrs. Cullen," I murmured in her ear. She giggled softly and beamed at the new title, and we twirled on the dance floor, content in one another's arms.
A/N: Yay! They're married! Lol The next chapter is the honeymoon!