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Chapter 12

Speeches, cake cutting and first dances.

Since re-entering the ballroom Edward had done his best to keep me occupied. I felt like I hadn't had a second to myself, which was what I think he was aiming for. I had just finished dancing with all the men in his family, including Jasper, who had run after me the other day. That was one awkward dance. It turns out he and Edward are cousins.

I was now dancing with Edward again. I had tried my best to get out of it, saying that I was tired, but he wasn't willing to listen to me. Part of me believed that he enjoyed making me uncomfortable. For example, his hands were currently resting on my back, just above my ass. I had tried moving them on several occasions, but he merely moved them back. He seemed to find it amusing.

"Kiss me."

"What?" I asked, looking up at him, wondering if I had heard him correctly.

"I said kiss me."

I scrunched up my face. "I don't want to kiss you."

"Are you sure? Because your body tells me something completely different."

I rolled my eyes, not even bothering to answer him. If this was one of his games I wasn't interested in playing.

"Don't you want to know how I know you want to kiss me?"

I shook my head. "Not particularly."

"It's written in your eyes," he said, stilling his movements.

I stood there, staring up at him, wondering if he had lost his mind. "I think you've had too much to drink."

Edward laughed. "You don't believe me?"

"No, I can't say that I do."

"Then why don't you kiss me to prove me wrong?"

I laughed. "Nice try." I turned and took a step away from him, but Edward grabbed me and spun me back into his arms. His lips were on mine before I even realized what he intended to do, and as much as I hated to admit it, he was right. Part of me did want this; part of me wanted him even though I hated him. Was it possible to like and hate someone at the exact same time?

I eventually pushed him away, but not before I kissed him back. Edward looked down at me with a satisfied smirk. I turned and walked away before he uttered the words 'I told you so'.

I went over to where Kate was sitting. Now that the meal was over, seating arrangements were less formal. I picked up her drink and downed it all in one go. "No one should have to get married while sober," I muttered, setting the glass back down on the table.

Kate laughed. "Not all marriages are bad." I rolled my eyes. "Mom and Dad love each other, do they not?"

I shrugged. "But they're old school."

"Edward's parents look very much in love."

I glanced over to the dance floor where Carlisle and Esme were currently dancing. They were both gazing lovingly into each other's eyes. I noted that Carlisle had his hand on Esme's ass. Clearly that was where Edward got it from. "I suppose."

Give it time. Edward's a good man. He'll make a good husband. You're a lucky girl. I had heard it all before, but what other choice did I really have, other than to give Edward a chance? Did I honestly want to be miserable for the rest of my life? It wasn't like divorce was an option.

"Here," Kate said, handing me a glass of champagne.

"Thanks," I said, grateful that none of the men were around to fuss over me drinking. I honestly didn't understand the big deal anyway. It was one night, my wedding night, and it wasn't like I was doing it unsupervised.

"Sip it this time," she ordered, pulling me into the seat beside her.

"Sipping," I said, putting the glass to my lips and taking a much needed long ass drink.

Three or four glasses later I was actually feeling somewhat relaxed. The guests were no longer staring at me or if they were I never noticed nor cared. I also no longer felt all doom and gloom. I sorta felt happy. I was enjoying spending some much needed time with my sister. I think even my hatred for Edward had dulled a little.

"There you are," Edward said, appearing behind me.

"Hey," I said, turning around to face him, smiling. Okay, the smile might have been the giveaway.

"You've been drinking," he stated, though he didn't seem nowhere near as pissed off as I had expected him to be.

"Just a little."

"Who was your supplier?" he asked, cocking his eyebrow at my sister.

Kate shrugged. "She needed to relax. I helped her out. She's not doing any harm. You should ease up on her."

Edward nodded. "I just came by to check that you're okay," he said, placing his hand on my shoulder.

His sudden interest in my well-being caught me off guard. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Good. Do you need anything?"

"No. I'm fine."

Edward leaned down and placed a kiss on my forehead, taking me by surprise. "Okay, I have something I need to go and take care of. If you need something and I'm not back, ask Marcus."

"On our wedding night?" I asked, shocked.

Edward sighed. "I know. I promise I won't be long, but if you need me to stay, I can stay."

I shook my head. "No. It's okay. I'll be fine."

He nodded and walked away.

"Aww look at you two," Kate smiled. "Being all nice to each other and stuff."

"Shut up," I said, picking up a peanut from the dish on the table and tossing it at her.

"Give it a few weeks and I bet you'll be all googly-eyed and in love," she said, popping the peanut in her mouth.

I rolled my eyes. "Not a chance." Kate smiled, but never said a word. "So where do you think he's going?" I asked, glancing around the room to see if I could see him.

Kate shrugged. "He said he's taking care of something, then that means he's taking care of something. You know better than to ask questions."

"I know," I sighed. "I just didn't think he would be working on our wedding night."

"He offered to stay, did he not? If you wanted him to stay then you should have spoken up. You can't expect him to be a mind reader."

"I didn't want him to stay. I just… I want to know what's going on. You, him, dad, you all know something and none of you are willing to let me in on the secret. I want to know what's going on."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Kate said, shoving another glass of champagne into my hand. "Here, drink up."

~TTTB~

I think I may have had one too many. The room was spinning. I felt as if I was going to throw up. I wanted to sleep, but the table was so uncomfortable.

"How many has she had?" I heard Edward ask. He didn't sound happy.

"A few," Kate replied. "It's her wedding night. She's allowed a drink."

"A drink, yes, but she looks absolutely wasted."

"She's not that bad," Kate protested.

"Kate, she can barely keep her eyes open," Garrett argued.

I felt someone lift me, but I struggled to focus on their face. "I've got you," Edward whispered into my hair. "Close your eyes."

"I want to go to bed," I moaned.

"I'm taking you to the hotel suite right now." They were the last words I heard before I passed out. I was out cold until he laid me down on the bed and then the urge to throw up became too strong.

"Toilet!" I shouted, sitting up and covering my mouth.

Edward pointed in the direction of the en suite and I ran, stumbling over my own feet. I just made it to the bowl in time before I emptied up the entire contents of my stomach. I groaned, sitting back when I finished. Edward pulled the hair away from my face. "You okay? You finished?"

I nodded, regretting the action instantly. The room was still spinning. Edward scooped me up into his arms and carried me back through to the bed.

"Here," he said, handing me a bottle of water from the mini bar. "Drink this." I shook my head and then groaned. "Trust me. It will help you feel a lot better in the morning."

"I want to feel better now," I moaned, but I took the bottle anyway and began drinking it.

"I'm sorry," Edward said, sitting down across from me.

"What for?" I asked confused.

"I shouldn't have left you alone for this long and then you wouldn't have gotten into this mess."

"It's okay. I think Marcus did try to warn me, but I wouldn't listen. I didn't realize alcohol was evil."

"C'mon," Edward said, lifting my legs up and pulling the cover back. "Sleep it off. You will feel better in the morning."

I complied, because all I really wanted to do was sleep. I hate this unsteady feeling. Edward covered me up and kissed my forehead. This tender side of him was unfamiliar, but I liked it. Though it would be harder to hate him if he kept it up.

A/N: We will start to get answers in the next chapter!