The characters in this story are from my favorite books, the Twilight Series, by the talented Stephenie Myers, and her copy write of the characters is implied.

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Chapter 51: The Wedding

My parents allowed me to sleep until 7am, after which, Aunt Alice literally threatened to breakdown the door. I wasn't allowed downstairs, because the decorations were a "surprise," so my Dad made me breakfast in bed, my favorite, Spanish omelets. I took two bites, and then had to go running for the bathroom with my hand clutched over my mouth. I came back into the bedroom after rinsing my mouth. My father had replaced my Spanish omelets with a tall glass of water and two pieces of dry toast.

"Morning sickness or nerves," Dad asked.

"I have known that this day was coming your whole life, but now that it is here, it is still shocking to me," Dad said, and his eyes looked like he would be crying, if it was possible for him.

"I know Dad, but I promise that I will always be your little girl." I ran around the counter and gave him a big hug.

"Are you done eating yet Nessie, time is wasting," Aunt Alice snapped as she walked into my parent's room.

"No she is not finished eating," Dad snapped, his over-protectiveness coming out, "She just lost her breakfast. I want her to at least hold down some toast and some water before you assault her with beauty products all day."

"Well, how was I supposed to know," she said sarcastically, "its not like I can see her."

"Enough you two," Mom chided them, "My daughter is nervous enough right now. Let her hold down her food, and then we will start with the wedding prep." The stern tone that Mom had made it clear to both Dad and Aunt Alice that she was not playing. Mom came and sat next to me on the bed, and placed her cool hand on my head.

"You don't feel like you have a fever. It could be the start of morning sickness, I hope that it is just nerves for your sake," Mom said. I knew that Mom had suffered a lot worse than morning sickness with me. It was a subject that disturbed us both too much to talk about. I gave her a big hug and reassured her that I was fine.

I held down the toast and water for 30 minutes, before Dad allowed Aunt Alice to blindfold me, and drag me into her private bathroom. The vanity in her bathroom resembled the cosmetic counter at Macy's. She had me sit in a low pink chair, and she and Aunt Rosalie began working feverishly over me.

"This brings back happy memories for me," Mom said as she walked into the room.

"Just like your daughter, at the time you fought me on this though, actually you were worse," Aunt Alice replied.

"Yes, but as usual, you were right Alice. The memory of my wedding is the most vivid memory I have from being a mortal," Mom replied.

Aunt Rosalie worked on my hair; she blew my curls out, so that they looked like soft ringlets, and then fastened a Tiara, encrusted with crystals and pearls to my head. I was beginning to look like a princess.

Aunt Alice first buffed and polished every inch of my body, before starting with the makeup. She busily worked at my eyes, cheeks, skin and lips. She applied just enough makeup that I would stand out in the pictures, but no where near as much as she had when she took me to the club two nights ago.

Around lunch time, Dad brought in some clear chicken broth and some saltine crackers, which I managed to hold down. I still felt queasy, but I also felt very nervous, so I decided that it wasn't morning sickness after all. I wasn't nervous about marrying Jacob. I wasn't even nervous about being the center of attention, because since the day I was born, I had always been the center of attention in my family, mostly I was just worried that everything would come off right. Jacob was the perfect man, and he deserved to have the perfect wedding ceremony.

Around 4pm, I heard guests starting to arrive, and the door downstairs opening and closing. The first one to arrive was Sam. Jacob and I had reviewed our wedding vows with him several days ago, and we decided to write our own. Even though I have a photographic memory, I was afraid that I wouldn't make it through my vows, not because I would forget them, but because I would become emotionally overwhelmed. I steeled myself, and reminded myself that Jacob deserved to know exactly how I felt, and I could hold it together for his sake.

The next sets of voices who I heard enter the house were the Denali's- Tanya, Kate, Garrett, Eleazar and Carmen with the Irish Coven- Siobhan and Liam. They were followed by Grandpa Charlie, Grandma Sue, and Billy. Kachiri, Senna, and Zafrina were the next through the door, followed by Benjamin and Tia, then by Peter and Charlotte. It was evident that there had not been such a gathering of vampires since my family stood up against the Volturi, when I was a small child. This time, they were gathered for a joyous celebration, and although the invitations had to have it specifically outlined that hunting was prohibited within a 300 mile radius of the house, it was apparent that these Vampires were eager to see me married, and were willing to uphold the truce with the wolves.

The last to arrive were the wolves. Unfortunately, Sam's pack had to stay back and patrol due to the still pending threat, but I heard Quil, Claire, Seth, Kristen, Embry, and Leah enter the house. Robert also came to the wedding, and he did bring Kanachari. This did not exactly sit easily with me, since she had been trying to kill us several days ago, but I assumed that my father would hear anything negative she was thinking and warn us. I heard through their talking that Jacob was on the pack porch pacing. I went to get up to see him, but Aunt Alice pushed me back in the chair.

"Absolutely not. Your father is out there with him. He is fine. You will not see him until you are at the altar."

At 4:30pm, Aunt Alice summoned my mother to "watch me," so that she and Aunt Rose could get ready for the ceremony. They both quickly returned in wine colored gowns, with Kristen and Claire, in the same matching gowns, following behind them.

"You all look so beautiful," I said to them.

Aunt Alice helped me ease my gown over my head, not to disturb my make up. She had let the gown out several inches, and it fit perfectly. She took the pearls that Grandpa Charlie had given me and fastened them to my neck.

"That is your something old," she said, "and like with your mother, your dress is new. And here is the same something borrowed that I loaned your mother. She placed a white lace garter in my hand, before snatching it back, and making her way under my hoop skirt to move it up to my thigh."

Dad entered the room, and both he and Mom moved towards me. Mom said, "We have the something blue for you," and she handed me a long flat box wrapped in white and gold embossed paper. I quickly opened it, and enclosed inside was a blue sapphire tennis bracelet.

""It's beautiful," I said, as I kissed and hugged my parents in thanks.

"It's nothing compared to you my beautiful little girl," Dad said. I felt my cheeks blush pink.

I heard Aunt Leah begin playing the piano. It was "Claire de Lune" by Debussy. Mom gave me a kiss, and made her way downstairs. Although this song was not traditional for a wedding march, according to my parents, love for this song was one of the first things that they realized they had in common, so it always had a special meaning for me.

"I guess that is our signal to take our places," Aunt Alice said, as she lined the bridal party up, starting with Claire, then Kristen, followed by Aunt Rosalie, then herself. Dad and I were last in line. He took my arm and wrapped it in his.

"I don't think that I have told you this lately, but I am very proud of you," my Dad whispered into my ear. "You and Jake may have done things a little differently than I would have, or did, but I am proud to have both of you as my family." He kissed my forehead, and we made our way out of Aunt Alice's room, to the top of the staircase.

The first thing that I noticed when we entered the hallway was the flowers, which hung from the ceiling in the living room. They included thousands of white and blush roses, stargazer lilies, hyacinths, and lilacs. All the colors blended beautifully with the wine color dresses of the bridal party.

As Dad and I approached the first step, and as Aunt Alice began to descend the staircase, the music changed to Wagner's March. I gripped my father a little tighter, and then took the first step down the stairs.

We slowly descended, keeping in beat with the music. I held my head up high with pride as I walked down the stairs, because I wanted everyone to know how lucky I felt that I was marrying Jacob. As we came to stand at the bottom of the steps, all the guests in attendance stood and waited for us to come down the aisle. It was at this moment that my eyes locked on Jacob. He stood with his eyes fixed on me. He looked stunned, in a good way, and then smiled a breathtaking smile as he realized that I was going to be his for eternity. Dad and I slowly made our way down the aisle.

When we reached the altar, which was constructed of an arch covered in flowers, Sam asked, "Who gives this woman to be wed?"

Dad choked out, almost in a whisper, apparent he would be crying if it were possible, "I do." Then he placed my hand in Jacobs, and took his seat in the front row next to my mother.

When it came to the section of the vows, Jacob went first, he was nervous, and he barely spoke above a whisper, but with all the super hearing in the room, that really didn't matter. "I Jacob William Black, take you, Renesmee, to be my wife. I promise to love and protect you and our family every day of our existence. I promise to honor you, treat you like the priceless treasure that you are, and to try to make each day as fun and carefree as I can for you. I love you, and you honor me more than you know that you are becoming my wife today."

I had tears running down my cheeks as I began my vows. "I Renesmee Carli Cullen take you, my love, my Jacob, to be my husband. I always have loved you and I promise that for eternity I always will. You are my friend, my confident, my lover, and now, my husband. I promise to care for you, be faithful to you, cherish you and honor you for eternity. I promise to raise your children, and to be the best mother that I can be to them. I am glad that I have eternity to spend with you, because one life time would not be enough. I give you today my heart and my soul, but they have always been yours anyway. I love you, thank you for being mine. I am truly blessed that today, I am becoming your wife, because you now, have always, and will always be the center of my life."

Quil handed Jacob both our rings. Jacob again looked into my eyes, this time with one tear gliding down his cheek he said, "With this ring, I thee wed."

I had tears streaming down my face at this time, I took his hand, placed the ring on his ring finger and said, "With this ring I thee wed."

Sam quickly pronounced us husband and wife, and then told Jacob to kiss the bride. Jacob gave me the most tender, sweet, beautiful kiss that we had ever shared. It lingered, but was not indecent to the watching guests. More than any other kiss he had given me before, it was truly only loving, without a hint of lust. Once he broke away from me, he turned us around, and the crowd erupted in applause.

We made our way back down the aisle, and waited by the backdoor, to greet our family and friends, as they made their way outside to the reception. Jacob was a gracious host, and even shook hands with the non-vegetarian vampires in attendance.

Once we had made our way through the receiving line, the DJ (Uncle Jasper), began to play the song we chose as our song, "Cannonball," by Damien Rice. As Jacob held me tightly and we swayed back and forth with the music, he sang into my ear.

there's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
there's still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
it's still a little hard to say what's going on

there's still a little bit of your ghost your witness
there's still a little bit of your face i haven't kissed
you step a little closer each day
that I can´t say what´s going on

stones taught me to fly
love, it taught me to lie
life, it taught me to die
so it's not hard to fall
when you float like a cannonball

I kissed him deeply during the guitar solo. There was a flurry of camera's flashing as we kissed.

there's still a little bit of your song in my ear
there's still a little bit of your words i long to hear
you step a little closer to me
so close that I can´t see what´s going on

stones taught me to fly
love taught me to lie
life taught me to die
so its not hard to fall,

when you float like a cannon

stones taught me to fly
love taught me to cry
some come on courage,

teach me to be shy

cos' its not hard to fall


and I don't want to scare her
its not hard to fall
and i don't want to lose
its not hard to grow
when you know that you just don't know

stones taught me to fly
love taught me to lie
life taught me to die
so its not hard to fall
when you float like a cannon.

stones taught me to fly
love taught me to cry
so come on courage, teach me to be shy
'cos its not hard to fall,
when you float like a cannon

We picked the song together, although it may not have made sense to anyone else why we would pick a song with uncertainty in it, with all the threats, danger, and suffering that we had been through, and were continuing to go through. This song meant so much to us. I again had tears streaming from my cheeks, as the song ended, and Jacob kissed me with more passion than he ever had before.

Before long, my father tapped us on the shoulder, it was time for my traditional dance with him. Instead of playing the traditional, "Daddy's Little Girl," we danced to the lullaby that he used to sing me and Mom to sleep with.

"I love you Nessie," Dad said, as the song ended, and he passed me on to Uncle Emmet, who was waiting for the next dance. I was passed from person to person through the crowd, and I think that I danced with everyone, until I finally made my way back to Jacob.

"I love you my Jacob," I whispered into his ear as I was finally able to return to him.

"I love you too sweetheart," he said, and the I rested my head on his shoulder to continue dancing.

"Jacob, honey, I found out some good news yesterday that I wanted to tell you before I told anyone else," I whispered into his ear as I stood on my tippy toes.

Jacob bent down to whisper back into my ear, "This is the most perfect day in my life, I can't think of anything that could make it any better."

"Well, you may change your mind when I tell you."

"What is it," he asked inquisitively.

"I am having twins," I squeaked out bursting with excitement.

Jacob's face went to pale white. I thought for a second that he was going to pass out, then his cheeks blushed red. He picked me up and twirled me in a circle. He then placed me on my feet and placed his hand gently on my belly.

"You were right," he said, with shock still across his face, "you managed to make this perfect day even more perfect.

We went through all the ceremonial aspects of the wedding reception. There was tons of food, even though most of the guests didn't eat, the majority of the ones that did were wolves, and there were still leftovers, which said a lot. We cut the cake, and took turns feeding it to each other. Jacob was very gentlemanly, and did not smash the entire piece into my mouth like Uncle Emmet suggested that he do.

As the party was starting to come to an end, Aunt Alice grabbed the microphone to make an announcement. "As most of you are aware, we Cullen's have been dealing with some drama for the past month or so over our newly weds. As a result, they have not even attempted to plan a honeymoon. Well. Jaz, Em, Rose, and I have taken things into our own hands, and we wanted to give the happy couple this."

She motioned for us to come up to the DJ booth. She handed me a skinny rectangular box, which was wrapped in white paper with silver filigree. I quickly opened the box, and inside it was the deed to an apartment in Trump Tower in New York City, along with plane tickets, symphony tickets, Knicks tickets, Giants Tickets, and of course airline tickets.

"Unfortunately, we still love you two too much to let you out of our sights for too long, so we will be staying in a separate suite in the building," she added.

Uncle Jasper said, "There is nothing like autumn in NYC, and you can enjoy it both in the daylight and night. It is after all the city that doesn't sleep."

Aunt Rosalie jumped in, "We couldn't find a private jet that left before tomorrow, so you guys will just have to make due with having your wedding night here. Aunt Alice and I took the liberty of setting up your room for you two."

Jacob shook his head and said, "Thank you. This is too much."

"No it's not," Uncle Emmett said grinning, "It's just right."

As the final guests left, and we kissed them goodbye, Jacob carried me over the threshold of our bedroom, to start our new lives as man and wife.