IT WAS JACOB BLACK WHO WAS CONSTANTLY ON MY MIND. EVEN NOW WHEN I HAVE

a wedding to look forward to. I thought that maybe I'd never see Jacob again. He was my best friend.

Even when he kissed me, even when he insulted my boyfriend; he was my best friend through every moment of it. I couldn't let things get too out of hand. If I did, Jacob would never talk to me again. Last time I talked to him was in his bedroom, while he laid there in plaster from the blow he took from one of the new vampire during the fight in the clearing.

It was then that I had to tell him that I loved Edward. I couldn't come out and tell him that I loved Edward more. Only because that wasn't exactly true. I love Jacob dearly. I love Edward dearly, too. The only thing that I couldn't help was that I needed Edward. He was like a security blanket, my night light when my life was dark and dreary. Jacob was just, Jacob. A normal, high school status boyfriend. Edward, he was a vampire. But he was my vampire. My fiancee.

I shudder at the thought, but I had to accept that it was true. A part of me felt that it was right, that we had a strong enough relationship; but at the same time, my other conscience, you know, that one with the devil tail, sitting on your shoulder obnoxiously whispering into your ear and telling you the exact opposite of what you feel is right, well mine's whispering, no, shouting, that I'm too young and that it's a horrible mistake.

I had my head jammed with thoughts that it was hard to keep my balance. I sat down on my bed and glanced at my clock. It was already midnight but I had no sense to have to go to bed. Charlie had just gone to sleep so Edward would be here soon. I leaned back on my bed, closing my eyes, and listening to the slight pitter patter of the raindrops on the leaves out side of my open window. I sat up, irritated with the silence, and sighed. I didn't even realize Edward had climbed through the window and he was perched on the rocking chair across the room. It was scary sometimes, how quiet he can be.

"Are you okay?" he questioned me. He must have sensed that I'd been thinking a lot. Either that, or Alice told him something was wrong.

"I'm fine, really," I lied. I never liked explaining my Jacob problems with Edward, it would make things worse than they already were. Talking about a problem with the person that somewhat caused the problem would be too overwhelming.

"You look.. upset. You know, if you don't want Alice to plan the wedding, just let me know, I used to be a Boy Scout, I can tie good knots and hold her hostage if you'd like. Then we could fly to Vegas, just like you had wished. Just say the word."

"Alice is fine, I don't care. It's just.. oh, never mind. It's nothing, I swear." He glared at my with his piercing gold eyes. He knew I was lying.

"I don't believe you, I know when something's up. I know you." He said.

"...It's Jacob," I confessed. "You knew that already, Edward. I can't lose him like this, not now, at least. I need to talk to him. Oh please, Edward, won't you let me?"

"Go right ahead." He replied, almost instantly. I was shocked. I never thought he'd give in that easily.

"R-Really, Edward? Are you sure?" I stuttered.

"I'm positive. If you're going to be my wife, I have to live with the fact that you.. you're sensitive. I need to allow you to solve your own problems. So go ahead." He walked over, handing me his cell phone, sat on the bed, and pulled me into his lap.

"I love you." He whispered into my hair.

"I know."

"Hello?" A groggy voice answered on the other end of the phone.

"Jacob?" I answered, almost too quiet to hear myself.

"B-Bella? Is that you?"

"Yes, Jake, listen.. are you doing anything tomorrow? I'd really like to talk to you." I said.

"No.. nothing planned. You can come to La Push, if you'd like. As long as thatbloodsucker won't be here, too." He sounded angry.

"No, Jake, Edward," I emphasized. "won't come with me, he'll be busy." I glared at Edward.

"Alright, well if that's the case, then you have my invitation." He hissed.

"Alright, well I see you tomorrow morning then." I tried to sound excited, but then the phone line cut off. "Ugh." I huffed. "Tomorrow's going to be interesting."

"It'll be fine. I'll give you my cell phone. If you need me to break his jaw, I'll just be a phone call away." Edward said.

"That wont be necessary, Edward. Trust me."

"You should get some sleep, Bella, you look exhau-" He stopped in mid-sentence. "Charlie's coming."

"Shoot!" I exclaimed, jumping out of Edward's lap and under the covers. I felt a light kiss on my forehead and then Edward was gone. I forced my eyes shut and tried to make my breathing slow back to normal. I heard my bedroom door creek open just the slightest bit. I waited there for what felt like a long time, when Edward was back, sitting at the foot of my bed. "Thank goodness you can read minds." I winked at Edward. "I'd be grounded for a century by now."

"One of the perks of having a vampire for a boyfrie- fiancee." He corrected himself, winking back at me.

"Shhhh! Not so loud. Charlie might hear."

"He'll know soon enough. Alice is sending his invitation on Wednesday."

Wednesday was only four days away, but it felt sooner than that. I was afraid about how Charlie would react when he found out.

"I guess I'd better tell him before then." I assumed. "How'd you like it if you received a letter saying your recent high school graduate daughter is off getting married to a boy she's know for a little over a year, without even knowing about it first."

"That'd knock Charlie out good." Edward chuckled. "That's why I think you should tell him.. tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?!" I proclaimed. "But, that's too soon! I don't know what to say!"

"Shh, shh, Bella, calm down," Edward said, sitting next to me and pulling me back into his lap. "Charlie's going fishing with his friends tomorrow, and tomorrow's going to be a good fishing day, he'll be in a good mood."

"Not after he hears what I have to say." I murmured under my breath.

"And you think I didn't hear that? I'm a vampire, remember? If Charlie hesitates, I'll help you out, it'll be fine." He said. He took my face in between his cold, stone hands. He placed his cool lips on mine for a slightest moment and then pulled away. "Sleep now, Bella."

When he said that, it triggered a flash back in my head. I remember the day, in the dance studio, when James had viciously attacked me, and Edward had come to save me. After sucking the venom out of my hand, Edward had carried me while I fell into unconciousness and the last thing I had heard him say was "Sleep now, Bella," before I woke up, two days later in the hospital. I shut my eyes tightly and ducked my head into Edward's hard chest.

"What is it, Bella?" Edward asked.

"James." I mumbled. I heard a faint growl in Edward's chest as I looked up at him, trying to hold my fear-filled expression off of my face.

"What about James?" Edward growled.

"What you said, just a minute ago.. "Sleep now, Bella," that's what you said to me after James had attacked me. It brought him back in my head." I shook my head viciously, trying to clear his ferocious face from my memories.

"I'm so sorry, Bella, I didn't mean to. I-I didn't know. I'll try to remember not to say it again."

"It's okay." I replied, suddenly feeling drowzy.

"I think it's time for you to go to bed, Bella. You've said it yourself, you've got an interesting day tomorrow." Edward said, lifting me up with the greatest of ease, taking one hand off of me to pull back my blanket, and set me in my bed.

"Stay with me." I said, as I moved over to give him room.

"I was planning on it." He said, laying on top of the covers next to me, so he wouldn't make me cold. I turned over on my side, facing the wall and he pulled me into his chest, wrapping me in his strong arms.

"Goodnight, my love."

"Goodnight, Edward. Don't let the werewolves bite." I replied, giggling. Edward pulled his head up to look at me.

"Not funny, Bella." He said.

"I was only joking," I replied, as I rolled on my back to look at him. "I love you." I whispered into his chest.

"Me too." He replied, as I drifted into unconsciousness in the safety of his arms.