POTW chappie 13

HALEY POV

My breathing stopped as he slid down on one knee, completely naked, in the middle of a cliff. "If I asked you to marry me…right now…would you?" He asked, and pulled a ring from nowhere. The ring itself was a simple plain gold band, with a small oval shaped diamond in the center, with super small diamonds studding the rest of the top of the band.

He gently lifted my hand from his position on the ground, and slid the ring on to my finger. "Will you marry me Haley?" He asked in a strong voice.

"I-" I started. I took a deep breath and looked at the sky, then down to Jacob's perfect face. "I'm fifteen Jacob." I said.

He frowned. "Oh."

"But…I mean…If I've almost already had sex with you, I should really marry you." I said, thinking out loud. Jacob grinned.

"Will you please marry me Haley? I love you…" He said, trailing off seductively.

"Yes." I said. He exhaled in a big gust.

"Really?" He said.

"Really, really." I assured him. He swept me up in to a hug, and I heard Alice scream from the house. We ran to the designated pine tree where we stashed the blanket, and grabbed some clothes. Then, ready to face Alice and my mom, I walked into the house.

"I'm planning it!" Yelled three different voices, as soon as my foot hit the foyer.

I rounded the corner to the living room, where most of the Cullens were seated, except for Alice, Esme and my mom. They were all glaring at each other.

"How about you all plan it together?" I suggested before they could bombard me.

"But I want to do all of it!" Alice pouted. I sighed.

"Alice, you get hair and makeup. Esme, you get the location and set-up. IN the United States please. And mom, you get to help me with the dress." I ordered. Then I looked at the men of the Cullen family. "You guys can all help Jake, or the pack will." I said. Funny how that is easier with the men than the women.

Esme, my mom, and Alice looked at each other. "I think it could work…" Esme thought out loud.

"Good." Jacob said, and picked me up bridal style, and carried me up the stairs.

The next morning, as soon as I came down for breakfast, I was bombarded with questions and ideas. "Sarah, I can't design her hair and face if she doesn't have a dress yet." Alice was saying as I walked to the refrigerator (Newly stocked by my mom) and pulled out some orange juice.

"I was thinking the Blessed Sacrament Church, it's in Forks, and it would be a lovely spot for pictures…" Esme was saying to anyone who was listening.

"Haley, what do you think about dress shopping today?" My Mom asked as she watched incredulously as I ate some toast.

I shrugged. "Sure." I said, and then took another bite of toast.

"I like that one." My mom said, as I came out from the changing room.

I looked down at the snow white dress I was wearing. The dress was white, with a skirt that dragged lightly on the ground. The bodice was smooth, with subtle sparkles. The skirt had a sparkle design on the front in elegant filigrees. Small sleeveless straps held up the dress.

"I like it too." I said, looking into the three way mirror. This was like the 30th dress I had tried on. "Can we get this one?" I asked. It fit me perfectly. My mom laughed.

"Well, we both like it, a rare occurrence, so yeah." She joked, and I went back to take it off. As we were checking out, the lady gave us a weird look.

"How old are you honey?" she asked, obviously thinking my mom was insane, and was forcing me to marry some hick at 14.

"I'm nineteen, ma'am." I lied, using my vampire specialty, the good looks, to charm her. The sort of sad part was that I actually was fourteen.

"Well congratulations." She said, flustered, and handed my mom the dress bag.

"That was a close one!" I joked, as we walked out of the store.

"Look here, a vampire and a freak." Said a voice coolly. I turned around. Paul was leaning up against the brick wall of the alley next to the shop, along with the pack.

"What ever happened to congratulations?" I muttered.