A/N: WHOA!!! Above and beyond the 1000 review mark, I can't believe it!!!! Thank you so much, all of you!!!! I can't believe this fic is so successful, it makes me happy that you guys love it. :-) Thank you thank you thank you!!!!!!!!!! :-D OK, now for what you've all been waiting for... It's not quite the knock out drag down fight you may have been anticipating, but I think this is funnier, honestly. A huge thanks to EmmaleeWrites05 for helping me out with the Vegas part of this. I've only ever been to the airport, so she helped me out with finding a fun hotel for Emmett and Bella to hang their hats and have a sweet wedding night... which won't happen until the next chapter. Bwa ha ha!!! Anyways... Also a huge thanks to LittleLea05 as always for being awesome... oh yeah, and for being my beta, too. ;-)

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BPOV

Well this wasn't right. I had been lost in my little Emmett world, where everything is good and wonderful and perfect, basking in the glow of our upcoming nuptials, and then suddenly he was being punched in the face. I heard fist connecting with jaw, and Emmett groaned, hunched over at the waist. I ran to him instantly, trying to ascertain any blood or damage to my love. It was dark, and there were a lot of people milling about, but I could just make out the face of the person responsible.

My mouth dropped open when I saw Edward. He was clearly drunk, his hair standing on end and clothes disheveled, and had nearly fallen over himself with the impact of his fist on Emmett's face. He was stumbling around, unsure on his feet. Emmett looked surprised and a bit shaken, but otherwise unhurt. Clearly Edward's punch hadn't quite delivered the impact he'd been anticipating. I wrapped my arms around him and looked for any cuts or bruises. It might turn a little purple in the morning, but he was fine.

"What the fuck?!" he shouted. "What's wrong with you, man?" I wasn't sure if he recognized Edward. I wasn't entirely sure they'd ever met. Edward had only ever come to the apartment twice before I ended things, and Emmett had been asleep both times.

"She was mine! She was mine and you fucked her," Edward slurred, trying to sound menacing. Really, he just looked like a moron. His eyes were glassy and red, and I couldn't believe I'd ever looked into them with any amount of passion. He disgusted me. Bile literally rose in my throat just looking at him.

"I was never yours," I said, pure anger and hatred in my voice now. "And how DARE you hit him?! What in the hell is your problem?"

He had a wild look in his eyes, and I'm not going to lie, it scared me a little bit. "You fucking slut," he said quietly, venomously. Before I realized it, Emmett and Jasper jumped in front of me, becoming my shield.

"You'd better take that back, or I swear to God, I will rip your arm off," Emmett growled. Now was definitely not the time to think with my vagina, but damn, that was sexy.

Edward didn't say anything more, just charged at Emmett and Jasper. He really was smashed. The punches he threw were barely enough to even phase them, and they brushed him aside like a pesky mosquito. Jasper held back Edward's arms while Emmett drew back one hard punch, landing right on Edward's nose. You could hear the sickening crunch even with the thunderous music and excited crowd of spectators.

"FUCK!" Edward screamed, blood pouring down his face. I had to look away. I felt woozy. I hated the sight of blood, couldn't stand it. Jasper grabbed me before I hit the ground. It was then that I realized that the bar's security had come up, and was trying to restrain Emmett from pounding Edward's face in again.

"You motherfucker, stay away from Bella!" Emmett shouted. It was the first time in my life his expression truly frightened me. "Don't you dare come near her again!"

Edward fought against the sober security, and lost. "I'll kill you," he muttered under his breath, but the security heard it, too.

"What was that son?"

"Nothing," he said, pulling against the guards again. "Get the fuck off me!"

"Let's take you both outside," the largest guard said. I chased after them as they pushed through the crowd, who had all but stopped dancing to stop and stare. My heart was pounding and my stomach was twisted in a knot, and not just because of the blood. I was terrified Emmett was going to get arrested now.

"Please, don't arrest him, please," I kept saying over and over, not realizing until now that I was crying. This was all such a blur, so unexpected. I realized Alice and Jasper were both holding me, nearly carrying me out the door. Was I that incoherent? I was just afraid that he was going to get into trouble now. I wasn't worth that.

Emmett wasn't protesting the guards, but Edward sure as hell was. By the time we got to the front of the bar and out onto the sidewalk, he was kicking and clawing. I felt incredibly sorry for the guards hauling him. "Let go of me, you fucking bastards!" was about as nice as it got out of his mouth.

The bar owner came out looking angry. "What in the hell happened here?!" he demanded.

"This fucker stole my woman!" Edward said, and I very nearly rolled my eyes. What was this? This wasn't the first time I imagined a Jerry Springer episode. This was a lot more accurate than my first image of Jerry beads and shirtless men duking it out.

"So this is a relationship issue?" The bar owner looked annoyed. I was sure we were the nine millionth couple to have this issue.

"No, not at all. Edward is an old acquaintance, and apparently he didn't like my fiancé kissing me."

The bar owner pinched the bridge of his nose. "Did any of you see what happened?" He directed this question towards Alice and Jasper.

Jasper quickly recounted the story, and Alice confirmed it. They asked several other witnesses, who all repeated the same story, and then the owner turned towards Emmett. It was taking forever. I was just anxious for them to let Emmett go so I could hold him, and make sure that he was alright.

"Would you like to press charges?" he asked.

Emmett narrowed his eyes at Edward, who had given up the kicking and punching in favor of a green complexion and pleading eyes. Pathetic. I could practically see Emmett cursing him out in his mind.

"No," he said finally. "You just better leave me and Bella alone," he warned, jabbing his finger in Edward's direction. "She doesn't belong to anyone, least of all you. And if you come near her again, I will break more than just your nose."

I very nearly swooned. My hero.

"You're free to leave then," the bar owner said, and I sighed in relief. The guards let Emmett go, and I rushed straight into his arms.

"Are you okay?" I asked, stroking his jaw tenderly. "Do you hurt? How's your jaw? Your hand?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine," he said gruffly, still in protector mode. "Are you okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"I just had to make sure," he said, hugging me tight to him.

"I'm so sorry," I said, nuzzling his chest. "I can't believe he did that, I'm so sorry…"

"It's okay," he said. "It actually felt good." When I gave him a puzzled look, he continued. "Not to get hit, but to smack him back. No one talks to you like that and gets away with it."

I cringed, thinking about the things Edward had said, the things he falsely accused me of. I'm sure they should have alarmed me more, hurt more deeply, but I knew that I wasn't those things he's said. He was wrong. I had done nothing wrong. Emmett made sure I knew the same.

"I love you, baby," he said, stroking my face. "I won't ever let him hurt you, I promise. I'll do anything to make sure no one hurts you."

"I know," I said. He kissed me gently.

"Come on, let's go," he said. "I'm sick of this place. Let's go get some sleep so we can get married tomorrow… that is if you don't mind if I have a bruise in the wedding photos."

I laughed. "Emmett, there's no way I would mind. That was hot as fuck, you know that?"

He laughed. "You liked that, huh?"

I nodded. "I wouldn't have liked it if you were being a jealous jerk and punching people… but Edward… he brought that shit upon himself."

Alice and Jasper joined in the laughter. "Should we go?" Alice asked, clearly wound up from all the excitement. Jasper was going to have a handful tonight. Then again, what night didn't he? It was a good thing he was so chill, or the two of them would just spontaneously combust or something. Maybe his cock was some sort of giant chill pill or something. I had to bite my lip to stop from laughing at that image. I think tonight had sort of made me hysterical.

"Yeah, let's go," I said, relieved to get away. Edward was long gone. I hadn't seen him leave, or which way he went, and I didn't care. Good riddance to him. I never wanted to see him ever again.

I was just sorry that my past mistakes had been brought forward into the present, affecting more than just me. It wasn't fair to anyone.

We took a cab home, still reeling from the turn of events. We were both chatty, unable to stop talking, but avoiding the topics of Edward and the wedding at all costs. Emmett had a hard time falling asleep, tossing and turning, and even then he kept muttering Edward's name, growling in displeasure, and moaning my name. I knew all of this because I couldn't sleep either, in part because of tonight and in part because today- tonight- I was going to be his wife.

We both finally got some shut-eye, and before we knew it, our alarm clock was buzzing. Our flight would leave at noon, and we woke up at nine to get ready. Emmett's face was actually relatively unscathed, and the bruise barely looked like a 5 o'clock shadow.

Apparently, Edward thought he was a lot more fierce than he actually was, and Emmett's reaction had more to do with surprise than pain.

I was nervous beyond belief, and now it had nothing to do with Edward and the fuckery of last night. I could tell Emmett was, too. He kept fidgeting, seemingly tense.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" I asked.

"Of course!" he said, now fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. "I've just never gotten married before, you know?"

I laughed. "I'm glad you clarified, I was afraid that you had a wife hanging out somewhere that I had to compete with."

He grinned. "Nah, just you, baby."

"I like the sound of that." I hopped up into his arms, and kissed him deeply.

EmPOV

Last night had left me wound up and anxious. I wanted to more than pummel Edward. I wanted to fucking break him for even implying Bella was anything less than the angel she was. Well… she wasn't perfectly angelic, but she certainly wasn't a slut. I was fucking pissed about that.

The last few days had been a whirlwind, but I never considered doing it any other way. I wanted to make Bella my wife, now more than ever, and I couldn't wait any longer.

Jasper and Alice joined us at the airport, Alice an unbelievable ball of energy the likes of which I had never seen before, and then we were flying, out towards the West coast and towards our future. FUCK, that was cheesy.

Bella kept bouncing her leg and licking her lips. She was nervous, too.

"Hey, calm down!" I said, putting my hand on her knee to stop the jiggling.

"Sorry!" she said. "You're not the only one who's never been married before."

I had to laugh at that. "I'm glad."

"So where are we staying?" she asked. "Where will we get married?"

"Treasure Island… and you'll see," I teased, knowing the anticipation would kill her. "Elvis will be there, trust me."

She sighed. "That's all I needed to know. Do you know where Alice and Jasper will be?"

"Well, they had more time to plan than we did… apparently he proposed the day after we left for Forks, so they've had more time to consider all the options… but would you be surprised when I tell you the Bellagio?"

"Is that the one with the fountain?" she asked. "Like in Ocean's Eleven?"

"Yup."

"Figures," she said. "Oh, Alice."

I had to laugh. "That just reminds me of The Brady Bunch when you say it like that."

She laughed with me then. I loved it when she laughed, it lit up her entire face. Suddenly I didn't feel so nervous anymore. "Does that mean that we're Carol and Mike? Cuz Mike had that fro going on for awhile, and wasn't he really gay? Cuz if that's the case, mister, we might have a problem here."

"See, this is why I love you. You understand my ridiculous TV Land references."

"That better not be the only reason," she whispered, and nibbled on my ear. I groaned.

"Definitely NOT the only reason," I managed. I quickly contemplated dragging her into the bathroom for a little Mile-High fun. Unfortunately, before I could try, Alice squeezed into the seat next to Bella from the aisle.

"Hi guys!" she chirped. "How's everything going? Are you excited?"

I felt like saying "DUH!", but refrained. "Yup," was my real answer. "You?" I couldn't hold out the slight sarcasm.

"Of course! I can't wait until Jazzy's my husband," she sighed, hugging Bella tightly.

"And I'm so glad you're going to be maid of honor!"

"And you're going to be my matron of honor," Bella replied, which made Alice squeal even louder than before. The flight attendant shot us a dirty look in our direction, and I mouthed our apologies.

I was almost afraid for Jasper. Alice was going to kill him in bed tonight with her eagerness. He either had the stamina of an… animal with a lot of stamina… or she was a lot more chill in bed than in the real, waking, living world and she just saved that all for her friends.

"So where are you guys staying?" Alice asked, and Bella filled her in. Alice looked pained.

"Really? There?" There was a slight whine in her voice. "How do you expect to have a wedding night where there are like, pirates?"

I laughed. "Believe me, we are not going to be spending any time with the pirates at all."

Bella wiggled her eyebrows at me playfully. God, I wanted her. I couldn't believe she was going to be my wife in just a few short hours. I was going to be a husband. Shit, let's take a moment to wrap our minds around that little gem… I feel like I should have been more apprehensive somehow. I'd always expected to be the guy with cold feet at the last moment, but the feeling of panic never came. This was right. This was more right than any other decision I'd ever make in my entire life, period. I was nervous, but I wasn't afraid. That spoke volumes to me. I was ready. She was ready. We were ready.

We began our descent on Las Vegas, and Alice pranced to her seat next to Jasper. The flight attendant gave her the evil eye until Alice buckled in, who at least had the good decency to seem a little bit embarrassed with herself. I love the girl, but dang, she could really be too much sometimes. When we got to the airport, we practically raced out, grabbed a taxi because we all just had carry on, and directed the driver to our respective hotels. Bella would get ready with Alice when we met the hour before, but for now we had a few hours to decompress and mentally psych ourselves up for the moment.

Bella's eyes were wide as we walked into the hotel. This was the first time for both of us in Sin City, and while I intended for us to spend the vast majority of our time in our hotel rooms, "making good use of the amenities,", I knew there was a lot that I wanted to see and do before we left. I wasn't sure how Bella would do with roller coasters on top of hotels, or mega concerts of aging artists. Gambling was off the list, too. Normally, I would have been thrilled to throw some bones, but becoming a husband definitely changed that. Now I would be thinking about saving for our own home, for our kid's college funds and stuff. Well, maybe not the college funds just yet, but that was the basic idea.

"This is SO COOL," she said. "It's crazy!"

"You like?" I loved seeing the excitement shining in her eyes.

"I love!" she squealed.

We checked in, and went up to our rooms. Bella was very nearly reflecting the excitement Alice was exerting earlier, but with her, it was just plain adorable, probably because she didn't pull that crap often.

A look of happiness and relief washed over her face when I opened the room and she saw that it wasn't fancy or ridiculous.

"Oh, this is great!" she said, throwing her bag on the floor and running around the room, looking at everything. "A big bed… I like that… It'll come in handy later on." She winked at me, and turned to throw open the curtains. "And the view, I love the mountains. It's so sparse and beautiful," she gasped. "It's lovely. This is perfect."

I followed behind her and kissed her neck, wrapping my arms around her waist. "You're beautiful. You're perfect," I whispered, and she shivered. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she murmured. She turned in my arms and kissed me, relatively chastely.

"Let's take a nap, okay? I can tell we're going to be in for a long day."

"Thank God, I'm exhausted," I breathed. We kicked off our shoes and fell asleep on top of the bed, me spooning her from behind. She set an alarm on both our phones so we wouldn't oversleep, and then we were drifting off together, the last time we'd sleep together as unmarried people.

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