The Way We Was

Chapter 9: Red Wedding

Standard disclaimers apply.

BPOV

Chicago - January 1918

My wedding. Our wedding. The one day I had dreamed about before it even seemed remotely possible. It was here. It was today. I was panicking.

In true Bella fashion I started to get nervour and when Renee saw that I was about to cry, she almost slapped me. She was acting like this was her wedding, not her only daughter's.

At first, she was much more supportive, but once she figured out Edward's status in society, she went insane with the wedding. No one could tell her to stop. This was Renee we were talking about. She made every effort to spend time with Edward's family and they more than accomodated her, to the point where I was embarrassed to see his parents. My mother must have come off as crazy to them. Like they say, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Maybe I really would be like Renee later in life. I shuddered at the mere thought.

Renee fastened the last button on the back of my wedding dress and gave a gentle tug to smoothe out the wrinkles.

"There, all done," she said.

"How much longer?" I asked.

I could tell that she was glancing at the clock behind me. "Only about 15 minutes. Be patient, Isabella." Ugh. That name. I couldn't stand it, yet she continued to use it as often as she could.

I sighed. "I'll do my best."

Charles came into the room to escort me down the aisle. "Ready?" I suddenly got nervous again. Was I ready?

"Yes." I had to be.

The next thing I knew I was walking down the aisle on Charles' arm, halfway towards meeting Edward. In less than ten minutes I would be his wife, and he my husband. I consciously remembered to breathe.

Edward smiled my favourite crooked smile, his face glowing with happiness and pride. I could imagine that that's what I looked like as well. The glowing couple. I silently chuckled to myself. I saw both of us sparkling, like diamonds in the sun.

Charles let go of me and I stood in front of Edward, and all around us were our family and friends. All here for the happiest moment of mine and Edward's lives. The only words I remembered saying were, "I do."

Edward, ever the gentleman, didn't make our first kiss as husband and wife too intimate. It was simple and sweet. I could do nothing but love him for the rest of my life.

But things change when you least expect them to. Our wedding day was supposed to be blissful. The bliss stopped after the kiss. Edward smiled and then his face turned into horror. He started to cough, and it wasn't one of those little coughs. It was one of those terrible coughs that often meant one thing: The Spanish Influenza. I was going to lose my Edward.

I fell to my knees and blacked out.

AN: I meant to update sooner, but I got super sick. I barely did anything, let alone write. However, I have a three day weekend off from school, so I'm trying to get caught up. I'm sorry it's so short, but I had to cut it off there for very obvious reasons. Hope you enjoyed! Reviews make me very happy.

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