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PROMPT: Weddings: The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

CONTINUATION OF BLACKOUT

TRIGGER WARNING: PREGNANCY COMPLICATIONS

The Good

Watching Alice practically float down the makeshift aisle to Jasper was truly something to behold. Candles and lanterns lit the way, a soft glow falling over her skin as she beamed at her husband-to-be.

Jasper's smile was just as wide, unshed tears glistening in his brown eyes. He looked so smart in his light blue suit, brown shoes, and signature Stetson on his head. He'd called in all the favours that people owed him, begged and bribed and had somehow managed to make this all come together. Personally, I thought it was better than the wedding Alice had planned. White petals adorned the aisle, and all the guests were seated on wooden benches that had been stored in the La Push village hall.

Billy had agreed to step in an officiate the wedding at the last minute, and Rachel and Paul had offered up the small handmade platform that Jake had made for their wedding. Emily and Bella had worked to weave willow branches and balloons together to create an arch that the couple could stand under. And Esme had played the cello as Alice walked up the aisle.

It was truly beautiful.

The Bad

Fuck me. I'd forgotten just who owned this land. Marcus Campbell was one of the richest men in town. Hell, I think he was one of the richest men in the country. Why he chose Forks as his hometown was a mystery to me. He owned a lot of land and a lot of property. He was childless. Until two years ago, Emmett McCarthy wandered into Forks looking for his biological father.

The scandal that followed was the talk of the town. Especially when Marcus signed over most of his land and wealth to Emmett. It turns out that Emmett was the love child of Marcus and Marcy. It had been a whirlwind teenage romance that had abruptly ended when Marcy found out she was pregnant. It seems she didn't regard Marcus as father material, so she and her family moved away. When Emmett was six months old, she met Dale; the rest was history. Emmett never knew about Marcus until he was being tested to be a kidney donor for Dale. The truth came out pretty quickly then.

"How long were you going to keep this a secret?" he asked, gesturing to my stomach. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

"This isn't the place for us to do this," I told him, trying to move my way around. I didn't want this to happen here or now. This was Alice's day.

"Well, seeing as you look like you're about to pop, I think it might be." I could see the anger in his eyes, and I felt guilty. It was the first time since I found out I was pregnant. The second the test had returned positive, I knew I wasn't going to tell Emmett. Not because I'm a spiteful bitch but because the last thing he wanted was to be saddled with a baby. We had a one-night stand. That was it. He didn't sign up to be stuck with me and a child for the next eighteen years. And I didn't think he was father material. I wanted someone present, someone there for me and the baby. Emmett wasn't. He was always working. Trying to expand the empire Marcus had built.

"I've got four more weeks," I told him through gritted teeth.

Emmett let out a humourless laugh. "I can't believe you didn't fucking tell me you were pregnant."

I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck off. To tell him to get off his high horse. This isn't my doing or my fault. This is my body and so it's my choice what I do with it. I had a whole speech prepared. I could feel my inner feminist rising to the challenge. I'd spent the last few months defending my actions to my family. I was well-versed in what I had to say.

But nothing came out because a sharp pain my stomach took my breath away. It had me gasping and grasping at my stomach as I doubled over, terrified I was going to hit the ground.

"Fuck," I breathed out, tears welling up in my eyes.

The Ugly

Trying to stay calm in stressful situations hasn't always been my strong suit. But now? I wasn't calm. I was terrified.

"I'm sorry," I said to my stomach, placing my hands on it as Bella rubbed my back and Esme was on the phone to 911.

"It's going to be alright," Bella said, but I could hear the fear in her voice.

I then looked at Alice and Jasper. "I'm sorry," I told them. "I didn't want to ruin your special day."

"You haven't," Alice assured me, rushing forward to squeeze my hand. Everyone was trying to give me space and comfort me at the same time.

"I have," I said as tears fell from my eyes. "First the blackout and then this."

"Stop it," Alice said. "All that matters is you and the baby."

Squeezing her hand, I nodded and tried to give her a small smile.

"Is the pain any better?" Emmett asked. He was knelt down next to me. He hadn't left my side since the pain hit. I was surprised.

"Not really," I whimpered. If anything, it felt worse. "And I'm dizzy."

"Okay," Emmett gave me a solemn nod and he and Bella seemed to have some kind of silent conversation over my head. "Rose, shall we get you on the floor? You're looking really pale."

Nodding, I held my hands out as Emmett wrapped his arms around me and helped get me onto my knees so I could lie down. I didn't feel well, but I understood what they were doing. If I fainted, it would be better for me to already be on the floor.

A sharp pain shot through my stomach and I grabbed ahold of Emmett's suit lapels. As I glanced up at him, black began to tinge the edge of my vision.

"I'm sorry," I told him, my sigh narrowing to a tiny speck of light, euphoria washing over me.