All We'd Ever Need

BPOV

Planning the wedding turned out to be a lot more stressful that I thought it would be. I had naturally assumed that the minute Alice heard about the engagement she would beg me to let her take the reins. I assumed that would mean that I didn't have to do anything but point at things.

WRONG

Alice insisted that I come to every single venue, cake tasting, and floral meeting. Even though I told her numerous times that I really did trust her judgment on these kinds of things, because honestly it would probably look a whole lot better if she did it that I, but she wants my opinion on everything down to the napkin rings.

Its winter by now and freezing cold in New York. I try to snuggle more into my jacket, but I know that the only thing that will help is getting inside the coffee shop where I'm meeting some classmates to have a study session.

I look around at all the shop windows being decorated for the holidays as a rush of icy air blows in my face. I pull Edward's beanie tighter against my head, but don't get it very far since I'm also wearing his mittens which are far too big for my small hands.

He constantly scolded me for not bringing winter clothes, but how the hell was I supposed to know that I was never going to be leaving when I came in JUNE. Whenever I point this out to him, he just flashes me a crooked smile and says that I should've planned ahead.

Edward did buy me a hat and gloves of my own, but I like his better.

Just as I'm starting to guess how many toes I'll be able to crack off of my feet by the time I get to the coffee shop, I notice a wedding dress store.

Normally I would walk right past them because the whole notion of wedding dress shopping just isn't appealing to me.

Dress shopping + Alice = Blegh

But the dress in the window was….perfect I guess.

It was simple, but not too simple. It had straps, which was a definite plus in my book. And it doesn't have glitter, sequins, rhinestones, or anything else that would go in that category.

I suddenly realize that I have stopped and turned to look in the window right smack in the middle of the sidewalk and people are stumbling to get around me. I smile apologetically at a woman talking loudly on the cell phone plowing towards me and sidestep out of the way closer to the window.

Then I proceed to have an internal battle about going into the store.

On one hand, if I go in I probably won't get out for a while. It's probably one of those things where the salespeople are a little TOO eager to help and don't stop yakking at you, like the stalls in the middle of the mall. And this is a wedding dress shop. I bet the salespeople in here are a lot more intense than the ones selling hand cream. I could be in there for days….

On the other hand, Alice isn't here.

I'm going in.

I pull the door open and a warm rush of air hits me.

Thank god for heating systems.

The shop is small-ish with maybe 40 or 50 dresses. I pull off my hat and gloves as I scan the room. I spot a section that appears as though a craft store threw up on it and make a mental note to not go in that direction.

The only person in the store I see is a woman behind a desk in the center of the room. She looks as though she is in her low 30's but dressing like she's in her early 20's, complete with the popping bubble gum and People Magazine.

She looks up at me as if to say, 'I'm in the middle of a really interesting article about Brad and Angelina. Come back in ten minutes' and looks back down to her magazine.

Well I guess I won't be getting any eager beaver employees here.

I take her nonchalant acknowledgement of me to mean that I can just go though the dresses. I stuff Edward's hat and gloves into my pockets and start searching for the dress in the window.

The first couple racks I went though without success. It would have been success for Alice though no doubt.

I swear the day that girl gets married, it won't be perfect until it's on the front page of the New York Times and all the centerpieces will have lights and spin around singing whatever her favorite song is at the moment. I love her pieces, but we are complete opposites when it comes to our personal styles.

By the time I found the dress I had gone through just about every type of dress. Barbie princess dresses, all beaded dresses, dresses with Princess Diana-like trains, all lace dresses, all tulle dresses, short dresses, dresses that looked more like nightgowns, and my personal favorite, the translucent corset dress with some feathers here and there. I had never seen anything tackier in my entire life.

So when I found what I was looking for, it was like heaven. It was a breath a fresh air compared to most of the crap in here.

It was silk, but not so silky that it looked like a nightgown, with spaghetti straps and an empire waist. The straps were beaded and the small section below where my breasts would be was beaded as well. I had never been a fan of beading, but for me this worked.

I quickly found my size and tiptoed past the girl at the desk, now reading her horoscope, and into the dressing room.

I hung up the dress on the back of the door and hurriedly took off my numerous layers of clothing. I put the dress on and turned to look in the mirror. My cheeks were still cherry red from the cold outside and my hair was pretty much a mess from the snow. But still, I couldn't help but think that I looked pretty good. Scratch that; I look beautiful. I relished in the moment until I stepped more into the light and realized that my black bra and boy shorts were completely visible. I stepped back. These things can be remedied you know.

Alice always says that you have to think about the occasion and the setting when choosing your outfit. Well I defiantly have to occasion right. But what about the setting? I mean we hadn't really decided where we were going to say that vows or anything. We had talked about couple places, but nothing was final and we hadn't submitted any deposits anywhere yet. Alice has her heart set on this fancy garden/tearoom thing in Manhattan. She showed me some pictures and it did look really nice, but I loved this dress. And I was getting this dress, no doubt about it mister! And the dress didn't fit the setting so we need a new setting. Well what about a church? Nope. Doesn't fit. Plus I'm not so sure how Edward would feel about a church. It's just not us I guess.

For the life of me I could not think of a place that would match with this dress.

Does that mean that I don't really want to get married?

I looked down at the ring on my finger.

I heard my phone vibrate and took it out of the pocket of my jeans on the floor.

Making spaghetti. Need help. Come home soon before all that's left of your home is a pile of ashes and a fiancé who can't perform a simple cooking task –Edward

I slap my hand against my forehead as I laugh lightly.

Well that's not it. I defiantly want to get married to this shmuck.

What could it be then……..

Uhh o……

Alice is gonna hate this

EPOV

When I texted Bella about the apartment possibly burning down, I wasn't joking.

I thought that I would do something romantic and make Bella dinner. The only things I really know how to make are sandwiches and anything that involves a microwave. I quickly decided that presenting Bella with a ham sandwich and a pile of neatly arranged potato chips would probably be a little less than swoon worthy. So I decided to attempt to widen my cooking repertoire.

That was a mistake.

It took me forever just to get the water to boil and when I put the spaghetti in it didn't all fit into the pot so and I had to switch pots and then the water kept bubbling over the sides. In short, I'm having a mini panic attack.

I quickly decided to give up my little 'romantic surprise'. I would much rather have Bella come home and help me than come home to…no home. And when you are kinda in to mood to 'get some', burning down our place of residence, is probably not the right thing to do. We kinda need to bedroom for that.

Scratch that. We don't actually need the bedroom. The car's great too. And the dining room. And the home office. And the kitchen…. Wait we wouldn't have the last three if I burned down the apartment.

I hear the door slam which quickly breaks my stream of thought.

I turn around to see Bella walk into the kitchen. She throws a white garment bag onto the couch and kicks off her shoes into the corner.

Her face is rosy from being out in the cold and my snow covered hat is three sizes too big for her, as well as the gloves.

"Alright I'm here what's the emergency?" She says quickly, tossing the hat and gloves onto the counter on her way to the pot on the stove. "Edward the flame isn't even on." She sighs, turning on the stove.

She pulls a wooden spoon out of a drawer and starts to stir the pasta, which I'm assuming means that I didn't completely destroy it.

So that's what those spoons are for….

Bella turns around and leans back on the counter, letting out a short sigh.

"You alright love?" I ask. I hoped she wasn't upset with me for my little pasta fiasco.

"Yea. I'm fine. Just a little stresses I guess."

Bella walked over to the bar stool where I was sitting at put her hands on my shoulders.

"I did want to ask you something though." She said, looking down at my feet. She cocked her eyebrow and looked up at me from under her eyelashes when she saw what was on my feet.

"The Christmas tree socks? Really? Already?"

"Hey don't judge." I chuckle, taking her hands from my shoulders and rubbing them between my hands. "Your hands are freezing."

I pull her into my lap and I shutter when she pushes her icy cold forehead into my neck.

"You wanted to ask me something?" I say. Her cold forehead is making me ice cold, but I want to get her warm sooner rather than later so I try to focus on something else.

"Yeaaa." She muffles into my neck. "I wanted to talk to you about the wedding plans."

"What about them?" I nod.

"Well…are the deposits we put down on that hotel ballroom refundable?" I can feel her holding her breath since I can't feel her breathing through my t-shirt anymore.

"I don't think so. Why do you ask?"

"No reason." She says, slumping slightly in my arms. "Just wondering."

I can tell she's lying. Sometimes I humor her so she thinks she's good at it. But she's terrible. And there is no way I'm letting this go.

"No you weren't." I state. "Tell me what's going on in there." I say, lightly tapping her temple with my finger.

"It's nothing." She says, trying to slide off my lap.

"O no you don't." I say, keeping my hands firmly locked on her hips. "You aren't leaving this spot until you tell me what's going on."

"Okay." She says. She wraps her arms around my waist and closes her eyes, resting her head on my shoulder.

I wait for a couple seconds. And a couple more. And a couple more.

"Bella" I growl.

"Yes?" She says looking up at me, feigning innocence. "You said that I was going to stay here until I told you. But there is nothing to tell. So I'm just going to sit here with you."

"Bella comeee onnnn." I whine, bouncing my knees up and down in my lame attempt to make her slightly less comfortable so she would tell me what was going on.

"Alright alright!" She laughed. "I guess I'm just not a hundred percent sure if I want to get married there anymore."

"I figured as much." I laughed. "When Alice first showed that place to us I was waiting for you to go apeshit crazy on her ass. But when you didn't say anything I assumed that you were okay with it."

"Well I was at first. But I guess I changed my mind." She said her voice full of remorse. I could tell all she was worrying about was the non-refundable deposit we had already put down.

"When did you decide this?"

"Just today when I was out buying…." She trailed off.

"Out buying what?"

"A dress." She said quietly. Immediately my ears perked up. I had figured Alice would have had to force her into a wedding dress, let alone get her to pick one out. And how do I know that it's a wedding dress?

The garment bag is white

Bella never buys a dress unless she has to

I just know. I can read her like a book.

"May I ask the color of this dress?" I laugh

"No!" She pouts, clearly upset that she hasn't fooled me.

"Can I see it?" I ask, already knowing the answer. I'm unbelievably curious to know what she picked out.

"No!" She says again.

"Alright may I at least ask where you might wear such a dress?"

Bella doesn't say anything at first.

"Now that we're back on the subject…"

"O are you going to tell me where you would like to get married now?" I tease.

"I want to elope." She says, her head snapping up to look me straight in the eyes.

Why am I not surprised. Should I be surprised? Maybe I should act like it.

I decide to go with my initial un-surprised reaction. She already feels bad enough about the dumb deposit.

"Then we will." I say. As much as I would enjoy seeing Bella walk down the aisle in a her white dress with lots of people around, it clearly is not what she wants. I was surprised when she let Alice take the reins with the whole wedding thing. But I am glad that she chose to do what she wants, instead of what Alice wants.

"Really?" She asks, searching my face for an answer.

"Well of course. If you're sure it's what you want love, we can do it."

"But is it what you want?"

"Bella. What I want to do is marry you. I will marry you in front of hundreds of people or alone on a cliff. All I want to do is marry you. As long as I get the ring on your finger," I say grabbing her left hand and waving it in front of her face, "I'll be happy as a clam."

"O. Okay then." She said, probably just as surprised as I was that I agreed so quickly.

I chuckled and kissed the top of her forehead.

We are going to elope.

BPOV

The next day Edward and I went to the airport. We got there at 11:30 and decided to take the next flight available to a warm place, which happened to be the Canary Islands.

We spent a day sightseeing and along the way stopped to buy some flowers for a bouquet. The second day we got married on the beach. It was beautiful and perfect. I could never have asked for anything more.

Hey guys so this is it unfortunatley. It's been fun and I hope you all have enjoyed my little story.

I know the ending is kind of lame, personally I don't really love it, but it's stressing me out that I didn't have this done yet. I would have spent more time on it but I'm a little more concerned with college applications right now. I

have read every single review and loved every single favorite and alert and you guys have given me. Hope to write again soon and best to you all!

All We'd Ever Need - Lady Antebellum