Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Twilight. And the song credit goes to Green Day.
Meant to update earlier, but I lost track of time and went home for my best friend's birthday. Enjoy and review!
"Now I cannot speak, I lost my voice.
I'm speechless and redundant.
'Cause I love you's not enough.
I'm lost for words."
Redundant
Without Kate I would have never found the best cake decorator in the area. By a stroke of luck, Kate's roommate in college happened to have a slightly older sister in the cake decorating business. Rumor was she was really good and had won numerous competitions. And Kate assured me her cake was delicious.
So that was how I met Lynn, the cake decorating genius. She took my ideas and ran with them, and made them into something I would never have dreamed of before. The cake was my surprise to Paul so he wasn't allowed to see until the reception…me on the other hand…
"Lynn! This is amazing!" I shrieked as I gazed down upon my four tier wedding cake.
It was white with red and silver flowers intertwined in a spiral around the entire cake. The red was for me, and the silver represented Paul's wolf color. I knew he would understand…especially after our debate to paint the bedroom red since it was my favorite color.
"I'm glad you like it." She stated with a smile.
"Tell me you're coming to the wedding."
"If you really want me to."
"Yes, I do. As much as I have harassed you over the past few months you deserve to come."
"Well, I haven't been to a December wedding before." She smiled yet again; her pretty hazel eyes twinkling.
It was an inside joke between the two of us; when I told her I was getting married in December she had laughed at me. She claimed that winter time was hardly a good time for someone like me to get married. I heartily disagreed because I had always loved winter.
"Great, tomorrow at three." I smiled before I walked out of her little shop in Port Angeles.
***
As was demanded by Kate I headed straight towards Jolie's after I left Lynn's shop. I hadn't seen Paul since this morning over breakfast and it was killing me. But, I would just have to wait until I finally made my way down the aisle to see him. The concept should have scared the hell out of me, but I knew now that I was completely ready for this.
Kate and Jolie were waiting for me with penis shaped cookies when I entered the house. I quirked an eyebrow at the two of them but they just giggled and bit into their own penis shaped cookies. I rolled my eyes before I grabbed my own and took a bite.
"Presents first, don't you think so Kate?"
"Definitely, Jolie."
Kate pushed me down onto the couch with my half eaten cookie and pulled out a few gifts from under the coffee table.
"This is from your Mom." Kate stated as she handed me the gift wrapped in pretty red paper.
I really hoped my Mom hadn't gotten me something risqué. But I had a feeling she had. Ever since I turned sixteen she began to be looser with her sex talk around me. I'd heard plenty of details no teenager should ever hear about their parents and that I wouldn't soon forget. At least she hadn't told me anything about her and Billy…yet.
Jolie and Kate giggled madly when I pulled out a black sheer panty and bra set. Well, at least she had my sizes right.
"Now open mine!" Kate laughed as she thrust a bag into my hands.
She hadn't been content to just buy me a silky nightgown; she had also gifted me with a sex position book and a box of XL condoms.
"We don't want any pups running around too soon." She joked.
"Don't be so embarrassed Hallie!" Jolie laughed. "It's about time for you to be de-virginized. I think there's an animal under all this blushing."
"Did you just seriously say that?"
"She had a few." Kate replied as she made a hand motion indicating that Jolie had had some beer.
I laughed before I ripped open the paper to Jolie's present. Another bra and panty set that I actually liked. It was black and white striped; I'd always wanted a bra like that!
"Thanks! I can actually wear these everyday!"
"Please don't tell me you're wearing that on your wedding night." Kate groaned.
"I have my 'special lingerie' for my dress, Kate. You were there when the lady practically forced them on me."
After we played some embarrassing games, like guess the size, and how much can a condom hold, we settled down on the couch with popcorn and put in a movie. It didn't really matter what the movie was though; with the two of them buzzed from the beers they had had before I had arrived they talked nonstop.
They finally passed out at midnight, and after I turned off the TV I settled down on the other end of the couch and went to sleep.
***
"What do you think you're doing?!"
I turned around to face the closed door; apparently there was a ruckus in the hall. Mom, Jolie and I were crunched into one of the small church offices in the back of the church. They didn't seem to be phased by the commotion outside, but I was curious.
I started to head towards the door, but Jolie's hand caught my arm and pulled me back to where Mom was working on fixing the crenalin of my dress.
"Paul, don't make me get Jake." I heard Kate warn outside.
"Go away Paul, you know you can't see me until its time!" I called out knowing he could have heard me if I had whispered.
There was silence on the other side of the door and then Kate walked in with a triumphant smile on her face. She checked her hair and makeup in the mirror before she turned to me.
"That man is desperate." She giggled. "I hope you're ready for tonight."
The three of them chuckled at the look on my face. I had to admit, I was nervous about my wedding night. I wasn't nervous about him seeing me naked or anything like that…I was just a bit worried about his size. He was a big guy and that meant that his certain 'attributes' were probably just as big. First times weren't supposed to be good anyway…with his size; I had to quit thinking about it before I decided to lock myself in the bathroom for the night.
"Wait honey, are you nervous about it?" Mom asked.
"Yeah." I admitted quietly. "He's huge!"
"He is big." Jolie agreed.
"Paul won't hurt you, Hallie. I've talked to Kim about Jared…and she was fine." Kate assured me.
That made me feel slightly better, but I had always been one to worry over things for a long period of time. It wasn't long before I was all ready; my dress and veil in place, my makeup on, and my painful shoes buckled into place.
When my Dad arrived for me, they left and went to get into their places. We followed behind Jolie and Kate and lined up at the sanctuary doors. This was it; I was about to see Paul waiting up at the altar for me…his soon to be wife.
I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't notice Jolie and Kate go down the aisle until Dad tugged on our looped arms. Everyone was on their feet, watching as Dad led me up the aisle to where Paul and the rest of the wedding party were waiting. My eyes weren't on any of them though; they immediately connected with Paul's and stayed there the entire way to him. I didn't break our contact until my Dad turned me to face him and lifted the veil from my face.
"You're beautiful and I'm so grateful that you gave me this honor."
Tears were shining in his eyes! I had never thought in a million years that my Dad would cry at my wedding! Not him; with an ego the size of the state of Texas. He was actually teary eyed at giving his only daughter away. So, naturally tears pricked at my eyes as well.
But I kept myself from letting them spill over. Paul extended his hand down towards me and I took it gratefully as I made my way up the three stairs. Then I handed off my bouquet and grasped both of Paul's hands tightly as I looked up into his eyes.
He smiled down at me and I smiled up at him as the minister began the ceremony.
***
"So where's this cake you've been teasing me about?" Paul whispered after we sat down at our table, our hands linked.
"Lynn is bringing it out from the back room right now."
The little party hall was packed, so I watched as Lynn weaved in and out of tables until she reached the table intended for the cake. It was still in its box, as I requested.
I stood up and motioned for Paul to follow behind me as we made our way to the cake. Lynn lifted the box off of it just as we arrived at the table and smiled up at the two of us.
"I didn't want her to put wolves on it, but you get the symbolism right?" I asked.
"Yes, I understand how that twisted mind of yours works." Paul grinned. "And it looks absolutely delicious."
He bent down and placed a soft kiss on my lips before he started to grab for the cake knife. My hand snapped out and grabbed the knife up before him and held it away from his reach.
"Not yet, people have to watch." I chided.
"That looks delicious." Derek stated as he walked up beside Lynn. "Who made that? It's amazing."
"I did." Lynn said proudly.
I watched as the two of them turned towards each other and looked one another up and down. Had a connection just been made? I really hoped so. Derek deserved someone like Lynn in his life, and as a bonus, I did like her.
"Well since we can't cut the cake yet, how about a dance?" Paul whispered near my ear, his hot breath fanning across my neck.
I was pretty much useless to resist that and let him lead me out onto the dance floor where other couples were gathered. I really didn't notice who else was dancing, my eyes were on Paul and his were on me. I could tell that many pairs of eyes were on us as we simply just smiled at each other and I kinda felt straight out of a cheesy romance movie; the same movies I secretly loved. Who didn't want to be insanely happy?
When the song was over I was ready for cake and I was pretty sure most of the guests were too. Everyone had had a chance to take pictures and admire Lynn's handy work, so I led Paul over to the table where it was and picked up the cake knife.
"Let's get something straight…you get cake on my dress and you'll be in big trouble." I warned as I waved the knife at him.
He grinned and caught my hand before the knife could fly out of my hand. "Would I do that?"
I shot him a look before the two of us started to cut into the cake, my mother and the photographer flashing pictures like crazy right in our faces. After we both grabbed a piece of the chocolate with white chocolate drizzle cake we proceeded to place our respective pieces in each other's mouths. We did not do the cute little shoving routine and instead kissed the excess from each other's lips once it was over.
"That is some good cake." Paul stated after we pulled away.
"I know." I smiled as I made up plates for the two of us.
Time flew as we went through the other traditional wedding traditions. Throwing the bouquet; Kate caught it after she shoved some other girls out of the way. And the garter toss, which Paul threw right into Jake's face. After that, Paul wasted no time in getting me out of there. We were spending our first night as a married couple in our house, in our bed, and in the morning we were leaving for Spain.
"Remember what I told you." Kim winked after she and Emily pulled me aside while Paul was busy getting slapped on the back by his buddies.
"What was that again?"
"Don't freak out." Kim answered.
"He won't hurt you and you'll be just fine." Emily confirmed.
"You ready?" Paul called from the door.
I shrugged on my shawl and after I waved goodbye to everyone I followed him out the door and into his truck. As we pulled out of the parking lot my eyes landed on an all too familiar figure standing by the tree line. It was my stalker and he was smirking.
***
I was almost to the front door when Paul swept me up into his arms. After I got over my initial surprise, I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck. I had almost forgotten about this tradition. Hopefully he wouldn't bang my head against the doorframe like they did in the movies.
"Feel any different yet?" Paul questioned as he carried me through the doorway without any problem.
"I'm sure I will in the morning." I mumbled, sure that he heard me.
He chuckled dryly and carried me up the stairs, down the hall and into our bedroom. I thought he would place me on the bed, but instead he set me down on my feet right before him. His face became serious as he stared down at me, and his hand came up to gently cup my cheek.
"I would never hurt you." He whispered.
"I know." I replied; my hands a little shaky anyway.
I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck. He lifted me the rest of the way and as our lips connected I felt myself start to ease. As his tongue slid into meet mine I felt his hand pull down the zipper of my dress until he could pull it down past my hips. Once he did that, it slithered to the floor, forgotten. His lips left mine and trailed down the side of my neck to suck on my racing pulse point.
"I love you Hallie."
"I love you." I sighed as his hand reached around my back to unclasp my bra. I didn't feel too embarrassed even as his eyes raked over my nearly naked body. This was right; I wouldn't feel like my husband's whore in twenty four years like my mother. Paul and I were made for each other.