I paced my room impatiently as I waited for Jacob to get here. My mom and dad were busy getting ready at my grandparents house. They had met Derek over there. I was getting married in a week, the excitement sent butterflies loose in my stomach.

Seth and Jacob were phased, getting last minute details on everyone's flights here from Washington. Why they couldn't use a phone, I had no idea. Must be a wolf thing.

I heard Jacob's feet pounding on the pavement as he ran towards my house. He took the front steps in one bound, and was through the door in the same instant. I smiled when he burst through my door, taking me into his arms immediately.

I laughed when his lips crushed mine and he threw us backwards onto my bed. The sudden motion sent my head spinning.

"Whoa, wait a second." I said panting, holding my hand to my forehead.

"What?" Jacob moaned, his lips moving to my neck, giving me a chance to breath.

He wasn't helping much when his hand slipped under my shirt.

"Jake, I mean it." I gasped, rolling onto my side. I wasn't sure if I should run for the bathroom to throw up, or if it'll pass.

"What's wrong?" His panting matched mine as he stared at me, clutching my head with one hand, and my other arm wrapped around my stomach. Jacob's hand came to rest on my hip.

"I feel dizzy."

"Sorry, maybe that was my fault."

The nauseous, dizzy feeling disappeared and I was able to concentrate on Jacob's face.

"Okay, where were we?" I asked, reaching down for the button on his jean shorts.

"If you're not feeling well, maybe we shouldn't-" I cut him off with my lips on his. His sentence forgotten immediately.

"You would think we were already on our honeymoon." Jacob chuckled, running his fingers up and down my spine.

"Yeah," I sighed, then leaning up on my elbows so I could look at him. "Where are we going again?"

Jacob's eyebrows pulled together as he stared at me. "What do you mean? I thought you had all that planned out already."

I sat up, taking the blankets with me. That was a mistake. I sat up too quick and swayed before falling back against Jacob. He was leaning over me, looking into my eyes.

"You don't look so good."

I glared at him, shoving him away from me. "That's a real comfort statement after just making love to me."

"I didn't mean it like that! I just meant that you look… are you sick?"

I shook my head. "I'm getting married I can't be sick! And I haven't been sick since I was little. It's stress, that's all."

"What kind of stress could you possibly be under? You have everything done for you."

"Apparently not the honeymoon. I have to go talk to my mom."

Jacob looked at me confusingly. "What does Bella have to do with our honeymoon?" He shuddered, obviously uncomfortable with using my mom's name and honeymoon in the same sentence.

"I want to ask her about some suggestions. I have to book it. We're supposed to be leaving for it in a week."

He leaned forward, kissing me. "Five days, a week is seven. You'll be Mrs. Jacob Black in less than a week."

I reached up, smiling, and touched the corner of his eye. The pride that was bursting from him when he said that was enough to stop my heart from beating.

He cupped my face in his hands and pulled my face to his lips.

As much as I would love to stay here with him, I had work to do. And there was only one way to get his hands to release me. "Bella," I mumbled against his lips.

"Aw C'mon!" He wined, turning his face away from me, and instinctively dropping his hands from my face.

"Sorry, but we'll pick up right where we left off in five days." I smiled and climbed over him.

I felt his eyes on my back as I got dressed. I turned, blew him a kiss and hurried out of the room.

I ran from the house, and down the street towards my grandparents' house.

"Wow," I gasped, looking around the backyard of my grandparents' house. Their yard was bigger than mine, so we decided to hold the wedding there. Plus I liked to keep the tradition going. My parents were married in my grandparents' house. I wanted to go about it the same way. After all, their wedding was the first one I saw, and dreamed about. I remember watching the tape when we lived on my mom's island. I wanted all of that. And the backyard in front of me was more than I ever dreamed it would be.

"Hey, how come she gets to see it?" My mom pointed to me from across the yard, where she was holding the spool of ribbon, while Aunt Alice pulled at it and tied white and silver bows around the yard.

"Because she's not going to go into a panic attack like someone else." Aunt Alice chuckled, poking the side of my mom's head.

"I wouldn't have… okay," she shrugged, nodding. "I probably would have."

Aunt Rosalie laughed from across the yard, where she was helping my grandma lay out the dance floor.

"Mom, can I talk to you for a sec?" I asked, turning my attention on a centerpiece in front of me on a table. It was set with white roses, and a wine color that I've never seen on a rose before. It was beautiful. The centerpiece was draped with silver ribbon, and pearls.

"What do you need?" My mom asked, flitting across the yard towards me.

I was leaning on the table, getting a closer look at the pearls. "Are they real?" I asked, looking up at my mom.

She nodded, and pointed her chin towards my aunt. "Alice had them delivered this morning."

The clear vase sparkled on the bottom; The flowers weren't submerged in water, tiny diamonds filled the bottom of each centerpiece. "And those?" I asked, swallowing back my tears.

"They got here last night." My mom smiled, wrapping her arms around my waist. "We wouldn't have anything less perfect for someone as special as you."

I was at a loss for words.

"What did you want to talk about?"

Oh, yeah. "We haven't figured out where we wanted to go on our honeymoon."

My mom bit her lip to keep from smiling.

"What?" I demanded. I knew it was not like me to forget to plan for something that big, but my mind has been elsewhere the past few months.

"Don't worry, we'll figure something out. Go back home. Your father and I will be home in a little while."

I spun and went to run back to my house, when my body moved faster than my brain was processing. Again, I was dizzy. This time I was on my feet and not already laying down.

"Ness? Honey?" I heard my mom calling out for me, but she sounded far away. "Carlisle, Edward!" I heard her yell.

More than one set of hands were roaming over my head and neck. I was on the ground; I knew that much.

"I'm fine." I muttered.

"Did you eat today?" My dad asked, holding my eyelid open, and peered into my eyes.

"No…" I trailed off as I thought about it. "Can we go hunting tonight?" I asked, reaching up and touching the purple bruises under his darkening eyes.

My dad nodded and lifted me off the ground. "I'll bring her back home. Be right back." He walked slowly back to our house. I was grateful for that.

Even though the walk was only five minutes long, I was asleep before we made it to the sidewalk.