Renesmee's POV
The wedding was beautiful.
We were sitting in the meadow right near my home. At this time of year, it was usually cold and covered in frost.
But it seemed as if the field had opened up its arms today and presented us with fields of green and purple and gold and red.
Bella was beautiful, as expected. Her dress seemed to have been made for her, her neckline just dancing below her collarbone and her train seeming to evaporate into the lightly dusted greenery. And Edward was to die for in his loose-fitting beige tux.
I hadn't spoken to them yet, though. I just couldn't seem to pluck up the courage.
I fingered my protruding stomach as I thought. How would she react to a grandchild? Hell, how would she react to me? I wasn't the little toddler I had been 15 years ago.
Not even close.
Jacob came over and lightly touched my arm. "Thinking 'bout the little tyke?"
I smiled. "Guess you weren't that traditional after all."
He grinned, then sighed. "All rightie. It's time to get this over with." He pulled me up and started to drag me in the direction of my parents.
"Jake- no! I'm not ready!"
He looked down at me seriously. "You are. I believe in you."
Once we approached the table, we looked at each other for a few long moments. Mom and Dad on one side, and Jake and I on the other.
Finally, Bella jumped up and flung herself onto me in a large embrace. "Oh, Nessie!"
And as she held me, I didn't say a word.
I didn't need to.
I had a lifetime for that.
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Chapter Note: Stay tuned for the epilogue!
Love,
Daniella