A/N: It's Friday again, which is happy and sad at the same time. Happy because I'm posting the second part of the epilogue. Sad because there's only one part left after this. But let's not think about sad things right now because the chapter is a very happy one, just like the whole epi is.

I'm so happy that my wonderful betas EdwardsMate4ever and evelyn-shaye helped me again with this one. I'd be totally lost without your guidance. I also want to thank my great friends and pre-readers Vampgirl79 and LaPumuckl for always having my back.

So, let's find out what Edward's "more" is. See you at the bottom.

Disclaimer: Although this story is almost finished, Twilight's still not mine.

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Epilogue – Part II

He took my hand in his again, stroking his ring that now had its home on my finger. "There's a reason I brought you here today. This is a special place for my family and me."

I'd already assumed that he'd planned something. Maybe he wanted us to get married in this beautiful little chapel.

"My parents were married here and my grandparents before them. Emmett and I were baptized here, as well." He fidgeted with my ring a little bit, and I waited for whatever he actually wanted to say when his eyes met mine again. "Baby, I want you to marry me here — tomorrow."

My eyes went wide with shock as my jaw dropped to the floor. "Tomorrow? Edward, how … why … ?" I wasn't able to form a coherent sentence.

"Let me explain, okay?" He was calm and composed, so I just nodded and waited. "My parents didn't just get married here. They eloped. They didn't want the whole big production of a wedding their parents were planning. They wanted to do it simple and small, and they celebrated their thirty-fifth wedding anniversary last summer. I want for us to have what they have. Thirty-five years from now, I still want to look at you the way my dad looks at my mom. I want our children to call us gross and tell us to get a room. I think they did it right. They wanted their wedding to be just for them. I want our wedding to be about us. I want it to be special for you and me and no one else. And tomorrow's the first anniversary of the day we met. That's the perfect date, don't you think?"

Throughout his explanation, he'd hidden his nervousness well. But I knew him well enough to hear a bit of insecurity in his outwardly confident voice.

My head was spinning as Edward's eyes bore into mine. How did we get from "Marry me?" to "Marry me tomorrow"?

"Edward, what about our families and friends? Don't you think they'd be disappointed if we just told them we got married, and they weren't part of it?" Strangely, that was the first and probably only reason against it I could come up with.

Edward chuckled once but turned serious again. "I assure you that my parents would understand. Otherwise they'd be hypocrites. And the other people, well, that's exactly what I meant. This should be about us. I don't want to wait another day for you to become my wife, let alone months. But if you want a longer engagement, we'll do it. If you want a big wedding and everything, we'll do that. But just imagine how Alice would turn it into a circus."

I snorted, thinking about how mad Alice had driven us over the past few months when she planned her own wedding, and she'd already promised me to plan mine, too, one day. Thinking of that threat made me shudder.

I took a deep breath and looked around the chapel for a long moment. "I love this. It would be wonderful to get married here. And it would be great to skip all the planning and the other madness. But I don't want to hurt my dad and our friends." I was kind of sad because I could really picture just the two of us, standing in front of the altar, vowing to love each other till death do us part.

"There is a way we can have both." My eyes, which had been fixed on the altar in front of us, snapped back to Edward's. He smiled mischievously as he explained. "We can have the private wedding if that's what we want. It'd just be for us. We wouldn't even have to tell people. Then, a few months from now, we'll have a second wedding for everyone else. But you and me, we'll always know how we really got married."

As strange and crazy as it sounded, I actually thought it could work for me. A wedding just for us, the way we wanted it, and another one for the rest of the world. If we did it that way, I could let Alice have her fun, and it wouldn't be too bad if I hated it because it wasn't our real wedding. I smiled at the thought before I turned serious again.

"But how would the wedding go? Would we get married in jeans and a sweatshirt, because that's all I have with me at the hotel. And how do you know the chapel is free tomorrow?"

Edward's smug grin told me that he'd taken care of all of that already. "If you agree to marry me here tomorrow — and that's only if you really want to do it — then we'll go to the courthouse from here to obtain our marriage license. I made an appointment for you at a bridal store for later this afternoon, too. The chapel is booked for tomorrow at five p.m. I made spa, hair and makeup appointments for you for tomorrow. Everything's planned and ready if you agree. But I only want you to agree if you really want this. We'll do it whichever way you want."

It was crazy, it was impulsive, and it would probably be stressful, but I knew it was what I wanted, too. Edward had put a lot of effort into the planning, and it would all be as perfect as the ring and the chapel.

"Okay, let's do it," I choked out, and Edward drew me into a tight hug immediately.

"You're sure?" he asked as he pulled away to search my face for any kind of doubt.

I flashed him a brilliant smile and nodded. "Yeah, I am. Never been surer in my life."

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An hour later, we exited the courthouse, marriage license in hand.

"So, what now?" I asked, one brow raised questioningly.

Edward just smirked and gestured toward a black Mercedes sedan that was parked on the side of the street right in front of us. A middle-aged man wearing a dark suit was standing next to the back door, smiling at us. "That's George. He'll be your driver today. He'll take you to the bridal shop and wherever else you want to go. Just tell him what you need, and he'll take you."

I looked from George to Edward a few times, confused and surprised at once, before Edward took my hand in his and walked me over to the black car. "Hello, George," he greeted.

"Hello Miss Swan, Mister Cullen. I'm at your service for the rest of the day." He smiled at me warmly, and I smiled back.

"Nice to meet you, George. Thanks," I said shyly before I turned back to look at my fiancé.

"Have a nice day, baby, and enjoy yourself. Take as much time as you need. I'll meet you later at the hotel for dinner." He planted a loving kiss on my lips, and George opened the back door for me. A little dazed, I slid into the back seat.

A minute later, George drove off, announcing, "Next stop, Bridal Heaven."

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It was dinner time when I entered our suite after an afternoon of shopping. I couldn't believe that I'd found everything I needed in just a few hours.

When I opened the door, the delicious scent of food hit my nose. The main room was empty except for a room service trolley filled with several covered plates. The table was set and two glasses filled with red wine were waiting for us.

Just as I was about to make my presence known, Edward came out of the bedroom, his lips forming a smile when he saw me. "Hmmm, you're back — finally. I missed you." He wrapped me in his arms and touched his lips to mine. "Did you get everything you need for tomorrow? You're still planning on marrying me, aren't you?" His brows were furrowed as a quick wave of doubt seemed to cross his mind.

"Try and stop me!" I purred, making the lines of worry vanish at once.

Edward exhaled audibly. "Phew! I was afraid you'd change your mind once you had time to think about everything."

"No, Mr. Cullen, you won't get rid of me that easily, and from tomorrow on, not ever again." I grinned before turning away from him to inspect the food. "So, are you going to feed me, or is this all for show?"

Edward chuckled as he went to pull out my chair for me. "I have to show you I can take care of you, don't I?"

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Dinner was great, and after we were done with all three courses, it was ten p.m. already.

"So, it's late, and you need to rest. I booked a second room for tonight. You know, traditionally, the bride and groom don't sleep in the same bed the night before the wedding," Edward said as he helped me get up from my chair and slid his arms around my waist, attempting to say goodnight.

"I don't want to sleep alone," I objected. "Screw tradition! When have we ever done anything the traditional way?"

My hands wove through his hair at the nape of his neck, bringing his lips to mine. Determinedly, I let my tongue trace his bottom lip until he groaned and granted me entrance into his mouth. After teasing his tongue for a few moments, I broke away briefly. "By the way, I was planning on having a few rounds of wild, dirty sex before we're doomed to be a boring, unimaginative married couple."

We laughed together, our lips caressing each other again. "Who am I to say no to that?"

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And wild and dirty it was. We lay panting and grinning in each other's arms a while later. "Did I meet your expectations?" Edward asked, a little bit out of breath.

"You exceeded them," I replied with a giggle, hoping it would always be like that between us.

We kept quiet for a while, catching our breath. As it had become my habit, my left hand toyed with the hair on Edward's chest. For the first time though, my attention was not on his gorgeous sculpted chest. Instead, my eyes were glued to the ring on my finger, the green stones catching the little bit of light shed by the bedside lamp. I marveled at the beauty of it when something hit me.

"Edward, uhm, can I ask you something?" I began tentatively.

"You can ask me anything." His voice was low and soothing.

I bit my lip for a moment, unsure how to begin. "Well, I know you don't like to talk about Tanya, and I don't like to bring her up, either, especially tonight. But there's something I've been wondering." Normally, Edward would tense up whenever the name of his ex-girlfriend came up. Not so much this time, which made me brave enough to continue. "Uhm, I remember that you told me you came back from picking up her engagement ring when you found her cheating with your friend. Why did you need to buy her one when you had your grandmother's ring? Don't get me wrong, I'm glad I have it instead of her, I just don't understand."

Edward snorted as his hand stroked up and down my back. "You wouldn't need to ask if you knew her. Tanya would never go for a hand-me-down ring. She made it clear more than once that she expected three carats of diamond or more in a platinum setting. I should have known then that she wasn't the right woman for me. Whereas, when I heard you talk about your grandmother's locket, I knew that you'd cherish my granny's ring." He took my hand, lifted it to his mouth and kissed the ring on my finger.

"I love it. As I said, it's perfect for me, just like you." I propped myself up to chastely kiss his lips.

Resting my head back on Edward's chest, I closed my eyes, formulating another question. "There's something else."

"Shoot!" was his only answer.

"You didn't ask me for a prenup," I choked out. We'd never actually talked about money, but I'd seen his parents' house and had spent time with Emmett and Rosalie. I knew without a doubt that Edward had money — much more money than I had. I waited for him to say something.

"What would we need that for? As I pointed out before, you're not Tanya. What's mine will be yours by this time tomorrow. Besides, a prenup only makes sense in a divorce. And I won't ever divorce you!" His words were final and left no room for discussion.

A second later, he flipped us over and I was on my back, the warm weight of his body on top of me. "So, you mentioned rounds of dirty sex, you know, plural. It's getting late, so we should start the next round now."

Edward's lips were already on my neck, and I was only able to hum in agreement when his breath washing over my skin made me shiver with arousal.

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Waking up the next morning, my hand reached out to Edward's side of the bed which appeared to be empty. Confused, I opened my eyes and smiled when I spotted the single red rose resting on his pillow, a piece of paper stuck under it.

I grabbed the flower and lifted the blossom to my nose, taking a whiff before I lightly kissed it. Then I took the piece of paper in my hand, immediately recognizing my fiancé's graceful penmanship.

My love,

It wasn't easy leaving you sleeping so peacefully. But I didn't want to be in your way today. And I didn't want to tempt fate, either.

At ten, breakfast will be delivered to you.

After that, you'll get a full body massage, followed by a manicure and pedicure.

At two p.m., hair and makeup people will come up to the suite to help you get ready.

Then, at four, George will be waiting for you in the lobby to take you to St. John.

I can't wait to make you my wife. I'll be awaiting you impatiently at the end of the aisle.

I love you.

Edward

Pressing the letter against my heart, I breathed a few times, then I looked at the clock. It was nine in the morning, so I had enough time to take a long shower before my special treatment would begin.

As I stepped out of the walk-in shower about half an hour later, all of a sudden, a wave of nausea hit me. I hesitated for a moment, taking deep breaths in an attempt to push the sickness away. But it was no use. I ran for the toilet to empty my stomach. When I was rid of the remains of last night's dinner, I sat up, feeling a bit better immediately. Shaking my head, I walked to the sink to rinse my mouth and brush my teeth.

Thinking of Edward and hoping he didn't catch the stomach bug, too, I dressed in sweatpants and a top, just before room service delivered my breakfast. Oddly enough, although I had thrown up just a short while ago, I felt famished. Happy that I seemed to be alright, I practically inhaled the assortment of eggs, pancakes and waffles.

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My hair was arranged in two braids on either side of my head that met elegantly in a loose, wavy bun at the back. My face shone bright with the light makeup the stylist had applied a short time ago. My dress, which had been delivered in the morning, was in a white garment bag, hanging from the closet door.

Slowly and carefully, I pulled down the zipper and uncovered the layers of chiffon. I'd fallen in love immediately with the white empire-style dress. The beautifully detailed beaded band under the breast and on the wide straps had caught my eye when I looked over the hundreds of dresses in the store. It fit me like a glove and felt unbelievably soft against my skin. The short train on the back made me feel like a cross between a Greek goddess and an eighteenth century princess.

The corners of my lips turned up at the memory of my conversation with Jane, the salesperson.

… "You're looking perfect, Bella. The dress seems to be made for you." The rapture on her face seemed genuine when I turned around in front of the giant mirror for about the hundredth time.

"It feels great, too. But, how much is it? I didn't see the price tag." I was a little worried that I couldn't afford a dress like that. The shop appeared to be in the upper price range of bridal stores, and nothing looked cheap in there.

Jane giggled and her eyes sparkled with mischief when she answered, "You're not supposed to know the price. We were instructed to remove the price tags from every dress you want to look at. Mr. Cullen said you should have the perfect dress, no matter the cost. He already left us his credit card information. He also instructed us not to let you argue. You are just to accept his generosity for once — his words, not mine."

I knew exactly what that comment was referring to. A few months ago, Edward had called me from work and asked me to go into his home office to get something for him. He told me to take a certain folder from a shelf and look for a particular bill to fax it to him. Going through the folder, I came across a bill from an antique store. Although I knew it was none of my business, curiosity got the better of me, and I took a closer look. As it turned out, that piece of paper was the receipt for the locket Edward had given me for Christmas. My eyes almost popped out of my head when I saw that he'd paid fifteen-hundred dollars for my present. Needless to say that I read him the riot act when he came home that night for spending that kind of money on a simple Christmas present. From that day on, he made sure that, whenever he gave me something, I wouldn't find out about the price.

I wasn't sure if I was amused or annoyed by Edward's orders, but I had no other option than to go along with them.

"Okay, then I think this is my dress," I said, resigned but happy at the same time.

Jane smiled at me. "You're making the right choice. He'll tear up at the sight of you, I promise."

I sighed, hoping Edward would like the dress he was probably paying a small fortune for. …

I took my time slipping into the dress. When the zipper on the back was up, I put on my white, medium height sling-backs. Completing the outfit, I wore my locket and the matching earrings Edward had given me for my birthday.

Taking a last look in the mirror, I gasped at my reflection. I'd never looked as beautiful as I did in that moment. And it was not only the wonderful dress or the professional hair and makeup. It was the expression on my face, the twinkle in my eyes at the knowledge that, two hours from now, I'd be Mrs. Edward Anthony Cullen.

My phone beeped, pulling me out of my reverie to remind me that it was time to meet George in the lobby. So I took the white chiffon shawl to cover my naked arms and hurried out of the room toward my future.

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The drive to the chapel seemed to take much longer than it had the day before. George smiled at me a lot in the rear-view mirror while I either fidgeted with my shawl or stared out of the window, watching the landscape. Each tree we passed brought me closer to becoming Edward's wife, and I couldn't wait.

It was hard to believe that, only twelve months ago, getting married was the last thing on my mind. I'd been so afraid to let anyone close enough to hurt me again. For seven years, I'd managed to stay detached and protect my heart from pain. Then, within a few short weeks, Edward had turned my life upside down. His love and perseverance had left me no other choice than to open up my heart to let him in. And now, here I was, about to become his wife.

After what felt like hours, we finally pulled up in front of the chapel. Instead of making me walk through the woods like we'd done the day before, George stopped the car right in front of the entrance. He opened my door, helped me out of the car and led me to the double doors where he handed me a gorgeous bouquet of dark red roses and calla lilies.

"I wish you all the luck in the world, Ms. Swan. You look stunning," he said with a smile as he brushed a little kiss on my cheek.

I thanked him and took a deep breath before I reached for the knob, opening the door to enter the little foyer.

"Oh Miss Swan, there you are." A little old lady hurried toward me, hugging me quickly. "Mr. Cullen was beginning to get nervous, although you're right on time." She giggled like a schoolgirl. "All grooms are like that. Oh, I'm Miss Cope, by the way. My brother is the priest that will marry the two of you. You make such a cute couple. Just wait here and I'll tell him we can get started." The lively grandma-type woman rushed off before I could get a word in and left me to my thoughts for a little while.

I was wondering why my nausea from the morning hadn't returned. It was strange. That morning, I hadn't felt nervous at all but my stomach had thought otherwise. Standing in the chapel waiting for the ceremony to begin, I actually felt a bit of nervousness. But there wasn't a hint of sickness. What I was feeling right then was positive excitement, though. I didn't doubt my decision to marry Edward. I wasn't even unsure about doing it there and then, without our family or friends. No, I was impatient to get the show on the road. I wanted to see Edward, standing at the end of the short aisle. I couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he watched me walking toward him. I was looking forward to him slipping yet another ring on my finger and me putting a band on him as well, binding us together for life.

Pacing back and forth for several minutes, I waited for Miss Cope's return, letting out a long breath when she finally came walking to me again.

"Well, dear, everything's set. Are you ready?" she asked when she took the shawl from my shoulders as strings began to play "Pachelbel's Canon".

"More than you know," I answered.

The old lady smiled at me brightly, then opened the double swing doors that led to the altar room. I gasped quietly at the scenery that appeared before my eyes. Edward had outdone himself. The room was filled with candles and arrangements of flowers, mirroring my bouquet in color and style. The end of each pew was decorated with a single red rose or a white calla lily. To the left of the altar stood a string quartet.

When I scanned the rest of the room, I noticed an elderly priest standing in the back, but I forgot about him and everyone else as soon as I laid eyes on Edward. I quickly took inventory of his clothes. He was wearing a dark gray tux with a matching vest underneath. Around his neck was an emerald-colored tie over a crisp white shirt. He was more handsome than ever in his wedding getup. But as soon as our eyes met, I didn't see anything else anymore.

My feet started to walk of their own volition, every step carrying me closer to the man who was my destiny. I smiled so brightly that it almost hurt while he seemed to pull me in with magnetic force. Edward's eyes were glistening with moisture, his expression one of awe.

When I was only a few feet away, he extended his left hand to me, and I hurried the last few steps toward him, happily placing my right hand in his. He pulled me close to him, softly kissing my forehead before he whispered into my ear, "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

The strings faded away, and the priest came closer, greeting us and starting the ceremony.

I didn't hear most of it as my eyes were locked with Edward's. Silently, we promised each other the world. I repeatedly noticed the words love and trust in Father Cope's sermon, but nothing mattered apart from Edward and me. It was our day, just the way we wanted it to be.

When the time came to say "I do", we both did so without a second's hesitation. And just like that, exactly one year after walking into a dark corner at a party to find a stranger there who turned out to be the love of my life and everything I'd ever hoped for and more, I became his wife. A feeling of bliss I'd never known before filled me from the inside.

Shortly after, I felt Edward slide a simple golden band against my beautiful engagement ring before I put a matching golden ring on his finger. Then he took both my hands in his while Father Cope declared us husband and wife and told Edward to kiss the bride. He pulled me close to him and touched his burning lips to mine. Time froze in that moment, and it felt like we kissed for a small eternity before the priest cleared his throat with a chuckle. We broke our kiss and giggled as we gazed at each other lovingly.

The ceremony was simple, short and absolutely perfect for us. Little time later, we walked up the aisle, my hand in the crook of my husband's arm while he proudly smiled down on me. Miss Cope was awaiting us in the foyer together with George.

"Mrs. Cullen, congratulations," he greeted me with a soft kiss to my cheek as Miss Cope hugged Edward.

Then they changed places, George shaking Edward's hand while Miss Cope pulled me into her arms, wishing me luck, a wonderful life and many beautiful babies.

We took a few pictures outside in the clearing with Miss Cope as our photographer. The twilight and the colorful trees made the perfect atmosphere.

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"Are you happy?" Edward asked me in the backseat of the car as George drove us back to our hotel.

"Perfectly happy!" I answered with conviction as I snuggled closer into his arms.

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When we arrived at the hotel, we quickly said goodbye to George before Edward led me to the elevator and up to our floor. In front of our door, he scooped me up in his arms, pushed the door open with his hip and carried me over the threshold.

"Welcome, Mrs. Cullen," he said smiling, kissing my lips. I loved the sound of my new name. "This is not our home, but I'll carry you in there later." He held me in his arms while he began to move his lips over mine, carefully caressing my bottom lip with his tongue. Automatically, I opened my mouth to invite him in.

After several minutes of passionate kissing, I felt very worked up. "Wouldn't it be better to take this to the bedroom?" I suggested playfully.

"And let all this go to waste?" Edward answered, setting me on my feet and stretching his arm out to present our surroundings.

For the first time, I took a look at the room and didn't recognize it. Every surface was covered with candles. The table was set for a feast and right then I noticed Iron and Wine's "Flightless Bird, American Mouth" in a special unplugged version sounding from the stereo. Again, Edward had planned everything perfectly.

Without a word, he pulled me into his arms and we began to sway. I rested my cheek against his chest, loving the way he held me. This was our first dance as husband and wife. I hoped it would never end.

"Come on, Mrs. Cullen, let's eat." Edward said smiling once the song had ended. He kissed me lovingly before he led me over to the table, helped me sit down and took a seat across from me. Then he picked up the phone that was lying close by, pushed a button and a minute later, a waiter from room service came in, pushing a trolley with a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket in front of him.

"Mr. and Mrs. Cullen, congratulations on your wedding. This is on the house," he said as he filled our flutes with the sparkly liquid. After setting the glasses in front of us, he bowed slightly and left the room again.

"To us!" Edward toasted. "To our love and to our future."

I clinked my glass to his and we drank to that.

We ate, we danced a lot, we touched even more and we kissed. It was romantic, it was sweet, it was perfect. Just the two of us, being together like that was so much better than celebrating a wedding with hundreds of people around.

After we finished our dessert, Edward got up and took my hand, leading me through the open bedroom door.

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A/N: Sorry for the cock-blocking but I promise there will be one last lemon in the final part of the epi. The wedding night is just too important to let it fade to black ;).

Anyway, how did you like the wedding? Many of you who reviewed guessed that Edward would want to marry Bella on the spot. Well, you weren't too far off, as you see.

Did any of you notice the little hint that will become something major? Can't wait to hear your thoughts on that.

Of course, the pictures of the wedding dress and the hairdo are up in the FB group Payton79's Fanfiction as well as they're part of the chapter on The Writer's Coffee Shop.

Just one more part is left. I think I'll have to go buy lots and lots of tissues for next week when I'll hit the complete button. See you next Friday.