Oh, this is the last chapter written by the original author. It really makes

me sad. She is such an amazing author, I hope I can keep up

and make you as happy as she did.

As always, not mine. Still wishing it was.

Chapter 7:

When I was younger—four or five maybe—I always would fantasize about my dream wedding. Who the lucky guy would be, where we would honeymoon, my dress…

But as I grew older, I fantasized less, and strategized more. The more I got into the 'family business,' the less I daydreamed. Being in a mafia didn't require wanting things that you would never be able to have. Things that were completely out of the question. Especially, when your father could shoot your new fiancé twenty-three different ways with his eyes closed, and still leave him barely alive so he could continue to torture him.

But now, on this very day, I realized that all those petty dreams that I had once had? They didn't matter anymore. Edward erased all my wants. He replaced them with better ones.

A future with Edward was better than any other extravagant wedding with some other prince charming, that wouldn't exactly turn out to be a…well, a prince charming.

I was knocked out of my reminiscing by a sharp poke. "Ow! Damn it, Alice!"

The small pixie, sighed, showing off her obvious annoyance. "Bella, you're getting married…today! And to your true love! It's so sweet…and you're just staring out the window, daydreaming!" She shook her head, looking like she had a horrible headache. "And you aren't even in your dress yet!"

I glanced down at myself. I had gotten out of my shower who knows how long ago, and Alice had dragged me by my hair to decorate my face and my brown locks. Once she finished, she had allowed me a few minutes to myself. Whether it was to grab a snack, admire my dress one more time before putting it on, get over my nerves…, and try not to let said nerves let me hurl. Because it obviously was not the baby. I think.

I had spent my time staring out the window, on the one rainless day of the year, out at our backyard. The ceremony would be held there. It would be rather small. Just the two of us, the minister, and our close friends that we had made in the short time that we have been here.

"Alice, aren't girls supposed to be dreaming about their wedding day? And, yes, I was just about to get the wonderful white gown on," I said, while maneuvering my way around the furniture. To my closet, to where I had oh-so cleverly hidden the dress from Edward. He had promised not to take one peek, and as far as I saw, he had kept himself an honest man.

Alice tsked me. "Silly, Bella. You're supposed to be dreaming of your wedding day. Not on it." She shook her head at me as if it was simple enough for a toddler, but more advanced than what I could ever come up with.

I quickly undressed and through the gown over my head. It came around me in waves. The satin/ velvet-like dress swirled around me, and was soft to the touch.

Usually, it was impossible to find something that not only looked good, but felt good too. But the way this dress felt, I could walk around in it forever, and never feel the need to take it off.

Well, I reminded myself about Edward. Almost never.

Once Alice and I had gotten the dress on, zipped up, and all its little buttons in their place, she fretted a tad bit more over my hair and make up. At least, until I reminded her that I was supposed to be getting married in a little under half an hour and I couldn't be her blow up doll this whole time.

Stopping her fidgeting, she sat down and bounced in her seat for a full ten minutes. I could have sworn that she was more nervous about my own wedding that I was.

"Alice? Would you care to share with the class, or do you have to use the restroom?" I teased her.

She sighed again for the umpteenth time, but it was different. It wasn't full of pity, but more along the lines of calming herself. "Bella," she started slowly. "Aren't you nervous? I know that you are in a way, but how are you really feeling right now?"

I thought about it. What was I feeling? Nerves? Happiness? Something completely new? By the time I came up with an answer, I wondered if Alice even remembered her question.

"Well," I started. "Sure, I'm nervous—what bride wouldn't be? But in away, I'm at peace. Edward and I are in love. We always have been." Even if we didn't know it. "In a way, we act like we're married already. All we're doing today is making it legal. I know that Edward and I will always be together. Nothing can stop our love." I scared myself with how true my words were.

Alice just smiled and shook her head. "Always the romantic…" she must have glanced at the clock when she looked up, because her expressions changed. "Now! We have to go now! The wedding starts in a few seconds. We have to hurry and get your cute butt down that aisle!"

We both jumped from our spots, and she helped me walk down the stairs. We ran to the double doors in the back of the house just in time. Alice handed me my bouquet of small yellow roses and wished me luck. She was able to sneak out without being seen, to her seat. That gave me about twenty seconds to gather my breath before I heard the wedding march.

Since we had left our families and others behind in Italy, there was only about ten of fifteen people in the seats in our backyard. And I didn't have my father to walk me down the aisle. I stood alone in the doorway, taking my first few steps, and begging to God that no matter what, I would not fall down in this wedding dress. Not only would I be mortified, but Alice would definitely kill me. Wedding day or not.

Everything was special, with or without the people in our backyard. Even if it was beautifully decorated by Alice herself. We had timed the wedding just right, since we had wanted it at twilight. It was our favorite time of the day, and it gave a special glow to everything. The trees surrounding us, all had small strings of light shining from each branch. The aisle wasn't too long, but it wasn't so short that I reached the altar in just a few steps. Maybe thirty or so. Speaking of the altar… It was a large gazebo that we had bought with the house. We hadn't noticed it until a few days ago, and even then, we knew that was where we would say "I do."

There was one thing about the altar that nearly stopped me in my tracks though. Okay, not one thing, one person. Tall and lean, looking devilish in his black suit, Edward stood, waiting for me. Even from this distance I could see his glorious green orbs, bright with love and happiness. His hands were behind his back, but I could see that he was yearning to reach out for me. He was perfect, even if I wasn't. But either way, he wanted me, and I wasn't going to let him regret that decision.

I reached the gazebo, where my love was standing. I released one of my hands from the bouquet, and I reached for his. He smiled and took it. "I love you," he mouthed.

I could feel the tears prickling in the backs of my eyes. I blinked to keep them at bay, to no avail. One or two slipped from the corners of my eyes. Damned hormones. Jumping all over the place. Making me at like a fool at my own wedding.

Edward smiled at me, probably knowing what I was thinking, and not worried that these tears weren't tears of joy. He knew that this was what I wanted. This was what I had dreamed of happening ever since that night. I loved Edward, and now, we were about to prove it once and for all.

The minister started talking about why everyone was here and what not. I wasn't exactly listening. And judging from the look on Edward's face, he wasn't either. I zoned out all of his talking, wondering if we were ever going to get to my favorite part.

I was also too focused on Edward's eyes. Not once, during the whole ceremony did he take his away from mine. His hand and his eyes.

We hadn't written any vows. We both knew that there were no words to describe our love. And we didn't need to do it with words or in front of people. We prove it everyday with looks and kisses. And every night with…other activities.

I could faintly hear the minister addressing Edward. "Do you, Edward Anthony Masen, take this woman, Isabella Marie Swan, to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love and to hold, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, for richer or poor, till death do you part?"

Even though I already knew his answer, my heart rate sped up. My nerves attacking at the worst time possible. But, when Edward turned to me, his eyes and his face glowing, I was instantly calmed.

"I do." His words rang through out the backyard, so sure of his answer. It was so confident, but it wasn't cocky. It was loud and wonderful, and they were the only words that I wanted to hear for the rest of my life.

The minister smiled at him, clearly proud of him. The fact that we were so young, but we were also so in love, was a rare thing in this world. He seemed glad that he was here to witness—let alone marry us.

He turned to me, and once again, my heart rate sped up. It was my turn. It was finally time for me to say the wonderful two words that Edward had said to me, and I've been dying to say since he proposed.

"Do you, Isabella Marie Swan, take this man, Edward Anthony Masen, to be your lawfully wedded husband? To love and to hold, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, for richer or poor, till death do you part?"

I turned to Edward. And I nearly laughed at the look on his face.

He was nipping at the bottom of his lip, with those pearly white teeth of his. His forest-like eyes were frantic, looking from one of my eyes, to the other. Both of his eyebrows were slightly puckered.

I reached out blindly with my other hand, finding his. Holding both of his in both of mine, I smiled. I opened my mouth, to calm his fears, if my smile didn't.

"No, she doesn't."

I jumped and gasped at the same time. Al heads snapped back to the doors that I had entered out a few minutes ago.

Standing in the entryway, was a tall man that I never thought that I'd see again. A tall man that I never wanted to see again. A man that I had thought that we'd left back in Italy.

And the worst part? That man had a gun.

And it was pointed right at me and my baby, before moving on, to my Edward.

And finally you will know who the man is!!! You're so lucky. If it was me right now I

would be smiling. Well I am even if I know how things are going to end.

I am this close to start jumping like a little girl due to the emotion