A/N: Okay guys, my first fanfic...EVER. Hope you guys like it, if I get some nice reviews, I'll finish up the wedding and move on to the wedding night. I can't wait to get to Edward, I am a MAJOR fluff fan, so there'll be a lot of that. : Now I'll stop babbling on and let you get onto the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series. If I did, Jacob would have never come back after he told the Queileute tales and Edward and Bella would be fluffing it up atleast once in every chapter, sadly, I don't own Twilight, only the amazing Stephanie Meyer does. I'm not even her in my dreams.

I woke up early, normally I would be happy for this. Normally I would wake with the sweet smell I'd grown to love so close, the stone cold embrace comforting, secure. But no; today was different. As different as they come. Today was my wedding day. My wedding day, and Alice had forbidden Edward to see me before the – shudder - wedding.

Although it was the day I've been dreading since he proposed, I wasn't feeling anxious like they portrayed women on television. I wasn't getting the "wedding jitters," no, I was way past that. Try wedding tremors.

The day was dreary, the kind I had grown to love in this dreary town of Forks, Washington. Good, I was hoping it would rain, although anyone in the Olympic Peninsula knew you didn't need to hope for rain. I was worried about the horrid dress I was about to be forced into, I doubt Alice would use her inhumanly speed in front of my parents and risk exposing vampires to the world just to save a dress; although, it was Alice.

As I sat up stiffly in my bed, I felt a very sharp pang of loneliness. It had been quite a while since Edward had not greeted me in my room, in fact, it wasn't since – I cut myself off there. No need to revisit those unspeakable months.

I lifted myself out of bed with a sigh, picked up my bag of toiletries, and treaded toward the bathroom I inconveniently shared with Charlie. I took one step through the door, caught a glimpse of myself in the foggy mirror, and almost turned around and went back to bed.

"Hey, Bella," Charlie said quietly from behind me. Even though he almost whispered the words, most likely from his horror that it was my wedding day, he had startled me enough to make me jump. I spun around to see him half dressed in his trousers and his button down shirt, a towel wrapped around his head. "Alice is downstairs. She said the only reason she was letting you sleep was to get rid of the bags under your eyes, not that I doubt she'll be putting a ton of make-up on you anyway," he said. He smiled softly but it didn't reach his eyes, I could tell this was hard for him.

I didn't have a chance to think of something to say, because just then Alice bounded – ever so gracefully - up the stairs, silent as ever. "Bella! You're up, good. Now we can get started," she said with a sly grin. However someone so angelic and sweet looking could have such evil intentions, I'd never know.

She whisked me away and shut the door in Charlie's face, "Sorry Charlie, but we've got some serious business to attend to in here, Bella looks horrible!" she made an exaggerated shudder so that I would see.

"Sorry dad," I called out to him. I considered elbowing Alice in the stomach, but I knew it would probably just bruise my arm in time for the one night I needed it most. Instead, I settled for being as uncooperative as possible, but soon zoned out into my own thoughts.

I skipped ahead to the wedding night, what I was really looking forward to. That was when all of my ends of our little deal would be fulfilled. In all fairness, Edward had quite a hefty list. Even without buying me a new car when my truck wheezed its last wheeze, paying my way into an Ivy League school I didn't deserve to go to, and requesting more time before my transformation – which was a resounding 'no' on my part – he still wanted marriage. I grimaced. It wasn't that I didn't want to spend the rest of my life with him, he knew I wanted that. If I wasn't raised to shudder at the very essence of the word, maybe I wouldn't mind if all of Forks was thinking of me as a small-town hick who was just getting married right out of school because I couldn't keep my pants on – which I was positive they all already thought. I wish. Edward never even let our kissing get too far, which, near the end, I had to start enforcing. My parents were actually okay with the news of the wedding. Some purple faces, some disappointment, but nothing too unbearable. My mother was even flying up from Florida to come to the wedding. For this I was glad, because I couldn't be sure how much longer I would have with them, for both their safety, and the rest of my soon-to-be family.

In truth, I had no clue why I was still dreading the wedding, apart from the fact I would probably break my leg walking down the aisle in what Alice expected me to wear on my clumsy feet. The main reason I was so upset was because of my parents. I was fearing their reaction, thinking that most likely my mother would disown me. Even now that I knew they were just glad I included them instead of eloping, I still shuddered at the thought of walking down the aisle. Maybe it was the fear of collapsing on my face, or the way I would feel so awkward walking down the aisle, all eyes on me. Whatever it was, I knew it had absolutely nothing to do with wavering thoughts with Edward. If anything was a sure thing, it was him. I mean, I was giving up my mortality for him, why would I be afraid to marry him? Who knows? Certainly not me.

By the time I checked back onto Earth, Alice was finished brushing through my once ratty hair. It was straight now, free of tangles, and a curling iron was now being twisted gently but quickly around my straight brown hair. I was surprised to see I actually liked what Alice was doing to me with these tools of torture…for once.

I twisted around when I felt another presence in the room. My mother just walked in the door, a smile lit across her face as she saw me. I forgot all about the wedding and jumped up to give her a hug ("Aww, come on Bella!" Alice whined). I wrapped my arms securely around her and pulled back to see light tears streaming down her eyes. "My beautiful daughter! I never thought I'd be completely wrinkle-free on her wedding day," she held my face in her hands and rubbed my blushing cheeks. "Well now, don't let me interrupt," she said, a little choked up. "How may I be of service?" she questioned with a mock formal tone, now turning toward Alice.

An evil grin crawled across Alice's face, "Well…" she pondered. "I think it would be most appropriate if you finished the hair," she said, keeping up the mock charade. "I'll do the make-up!" I let out a moan. "Oh, cut it out, Bella. It's your wedding day," I repressed a shudder at the word; "you just sit back, relax, and let your loving sister-to-be do your make-up." With that, she pushed me forcefully, a bit too forcefully, back into my chair. Then she attacked.

Make-up certainly was her specialty. She went a bit slower than she might have if my mother wasn't present, but still, her hands worked wonders in mere minutes. She worked in front of me, so I just closed my eyes and imagined Edward. I could see him now, running out of the church, finally realizing how much I didn't deserve him. It was very true, he was perfect, and I was as far from it as they come. In fact, I was as far from perfect as humanly, and even possible vampirely (after my 'birth') as possible. I was sure that even after I had inhumanly strength, speed, and beauty, I would never compare with him or any of the Cullens. I shuddered and came back to reality. I shouldn't be thinking such things, not today. Whether I wanted to or not, I was going to enjoy today. I would see Edward, and if we made it through the ceremony, no – when ­we made it through the ceremony, I would have one of the best nights of my life; my soon to be eternal life. I started to slip into a daydream of Edward and I in the meadow, when too soon I was resurfaced by a singsong voice.

"Done!" Alice chimed. Wow, how long had I been lost in my thoughts? I hesitantly stood up, and looked in the mirror. I had to make a double-take. When did I get in this dress anyway? I couldn't believe it was me, Isabella Swan, the most ordinary, non-special girl in the universe. Was this for real? Did Edward actually already bite me, because I definitely did not look like an ordinary human anymore. I felt much more beautiful, vampire beautiful. My hair was laced with light curls, framing my fair toned face. My make-up was light, almost unnoticeable, with light pink blush, not enough to hide my own natural bright red blush, and a thin coating of pink lipstick, that I wouldn't have noticed unless I could feel the slight weight change and stiffness on my lips.

The dress was even more amazing than I remembered, hugging my hips lightly, making it seem like I'd lost ten pounds. The silky looking white bodice complimented the lace sleeves, slowly slipping into satin gloves. I obviously was wearing a corset underneath, I could tell by the suffocating feeling in my chest, and also the way it pushed my breasts up in a pleasantly revealing tease. Not enough, yet, still far too much. I was speechless.

"Ooohhh, I knew you'd like it!" Alice screeched beautifully. "See, that wasn't as bad as getting the guillotine, silly Bella. You're such an over-reactor." She beamed at me with pride, most likely thinking something along the lines of, Ha! Look what I was able to do to that wreck of a person. I had to admit, I really did look stunning. The light hint of make-up made me look five years older, which had me letting out a sigh of relief.

"Bella," my mother breathed from behind me, "you…you look stunning!" I smiled at our similar choice of words. I turned to see my mother ruining her make-up with a silent stream of tears, a beautiful smile bright on her face.

"Sorry to break all this up, but we really need to get Bella down to the church. Come on," Alice grabbed my arm playfully, yet not quite, and dragged me down the stairs. We paused on the second step from the bottom, a look of reflection rolling in waves across Alice's face; except I knew better, this wasn't a reflection. Alice stared blankly with a dull look on her face, to an onlooker she may look a little awkward, or perhaps a bit slow, but I knew she was actually ahead. All of a sudden, a look of sure glee swept her face as she spun around and swiveled me back up the stairs. If her hand had not been snaked around my arm I certainly would have fallen, especially with this big poofy dress on.

"What's going on Alice?" I asked in surprise. I changed my tone to a softer, lower voice and looked directly into her eyes, "What did you see?"

"Ugh, you! But don't worry, I'll fix it," she smiled wickedly – I didn't like that look on her, definitely something I wasn't going to like was about to happen; besides the wedding that is – and I was a bit confused by her statement.

"Fix what!?" I asked in alarm. "What's wrong with me?"

"No worries, Bella. You just relax, it isn't about the wedding. Calm down and go with your mother to the church," she shoved me toward my mother lightly. "The wedding starts at 12:10, exactly. If you're late, I'll respectively have to shove those high heels down your throat," she said demonically while a sweet smile was playing across her face. The combination was oddly terrifying, I almost believed her. I was surprised she said this right in front of my mother, but Renée didn't seem to care. Alice just smiled sweetly and turned away, prancing down the stairs. The look on my face was evident, because my mother laughed and walked me slowly down the stairs.

When I got to the hallway, my father was waiting, all dressed in his black tuxedo. I've never seen him this dressed up, not even for my grandmother's funeral. The sight caught my breath in my throat. "Wow, dad, you look really good," I said taken aback.

"Thanks, Bells," he averted his eyes. Then he led his eyes along the walls, across the floor, then finally looked up to meet me. His eyes welled up. "You look beautiful, Bella," he said simply, but still his cheeks were a furious red color. Now it was my turn to avert my eyes.

"Thanks dad," I murmured, going up to put my arms around him in a hug. He snatched me up and held me tight; we stood like that for a moment. He was squeezing me tightly – although nothing compared to Edward – but I didn't have the heart to break away first. How long would I really have left with him?

Finally, he broke the hug, tears running freely down his face now. He reached his hand up to brush them away while he turned toward the door, walking out quickly. My mother wrapped her arm around my waist, and led me outside. I was shocked when I stepped outside, although I knew it would be here. A limousine was pulled right up in the driveway, there was no rain, but there were puddles. I walked cautiously out to the limo and my father held it open. I murmured my thanks and slid into the seat. It was very roomy, the seats a light gray color, the windows tinted – which I liked; nobody could see me, yet. I stared out the tinted windows as my parents slid in next to me. I watched the town of Forks go by, thinking that next time I was in a car I would racing down the road with the love of my…eternity, sitting next to me.

We arrived in front of the church fairly quickly, and I stepped carefully out of the limo. I wasn't in those instruments of torture, yet. Alice had planned it so that Edward and I would meet at separate times, in different ends of the church, surrounded by people who would assure we didn't see each other. I knew Alice enough to know she would succeed, so I didn't even look around out front. Instead I fixed my eyes on the small little building, small like every other building around this place, except the Cullen mansion. The little church had white siding, a steeple with a weathered wooden cross on top and beautiful stained glass windows. There was a glass portrait of a dove over the front double doors, although no light was reflecting in the overcast weather. My mother took out a digital camera that she bought specifically for this reason, seeing as I had "accidentally" broken the one she got me for – I stopped right there. As my mother clicked away taking pictures of the front and sides of the church, my father laced his arm in mine and led me up the steps, quite aware of my balance problem. Too bad he also had a balance problem, because soon we were both stumbling on the stairs, falling down to the muddy cement. All that was running through my mind was, Alice is going to kill me if I ruin this dress! Oddly enough, as though she heard the plea in my head, or rather, seen the accident in her head, Alice was behind us, pushing us both into the church.

"Oh, Bella, how are you ever going to make it down the aisle without me? And you, too, Charlie," she eyed him pointedly. Before I knew it, Charlie wasn't at my side, and I was in a room alone with Alice and my mother, sitting in front of a mirror with Alice hovering over me, a make-up kit as her weapon. My mother walked up behind me, and put her hands on my shoulders. Fortunately and unfortunately, she was much better than Charlie at heart-to-heart talks, so I knew what was coming next.

I was right.

"Bella, it's your wedding day," she stopped to take an exaggerated breath. "I know I've raised you to shudder at the mere sound of the word," I unconsciously shook my head, "but this is all your decision. This is the last time you can change your mind, but I know how much you love him. You can see it every time you two are in close proximity, but that isn't what I wanted to say," she took another breath. "So, you know that I want for you whatever makes you happy, whether I agree with this or not. But I really do want you to know, I do give you two my blessing – whether I've shown it or not – and I want you to know that. I haven't really said much either way on the matter, so I'm not sure if you understand. You aren't me; you are very much more mature. I believe that you have what it takes to stick through something, and not get in too deep to something you don't want. I know he couldn't convince you to marry him if you were too set on not marrying him yourself, I mean, just face it, you're way too stubborn. So whatever you decide today, I'll stand by you one hundred percent. I wish you the best, and I hope you have a beautiful day," I gasped and she let out a sigh, and I saw tears rolling down her eyes. Even Alice had stopped what she was doing, and I noticed that tears were rolling down my face as well; good thing Alice knew me well enough to get waterproof make-up. I jumped up and ran to my mother. We hugged for a long moment, then remembered our wet faces at the same time and laughed. Alice dragged me back to my seat and started over again, reapplying for the third time in two hours.

"I have to get to my seat before the ceremony starts, I love you, honey," Renée said as she walked out the door. I was really going to miss her when everything was over, but I couldn't think about that. Not now. Alice dragged me up out of my seat and out the door. I hadn't even noticed, but now I definitely did. She had the Heels of Death on my feet, and I was stumbling awkwardly. No amount of practicing in my room all week had helped me; I would have to wing it.

"Just remember, slow, small steps. Charlie, please try to keep your balance? You have flat bottoms," and with that, she lined up next to Emmett, Angela and Ben. Although Edward got his way and was able to have the church wedding – quite ironic – I got my way in keeping it a small wedding. Angela was the only person out of the family that was invited, besides that it was just my family and the Cullens. We even got a real minister, although Edward had offered Emmett to get a license to wed. Emmett settled for being Best Man with Alice as my Maid of Honor.

The doors opened, and Angela and Ben walked in, taking each step deliberately. I could tell Angela had no problem with my getting married so young, I could tell she could see how Edward made me whole, made me complete, and the way she looks at Ben, I could tell she wasn't far behind.

After Angela and Ben were out of site from the wall where I stood out of sight, Alice turned to wink at me, and floated out with Emmett, who gave me an amused grin. Probably thinking about getting all the details about tonight, damn he's got a dirty mind. Wait, did Alice already see it!? Did she tell him? Oh, if she wasn't already dead I'd…

Just then, a thought struck my mind. What if Edward wasn't out there? What if the doors opened, and at that split second he decided he could have way better, he would leave again. Not even Alice would see it coming. I started breathing heavy, and Charlie stroked my arm. "It's okay honey, you know, you don't have to do this if you don't want to," he said, shockingly with no trace of hope in his tone; just concern.

"I…I'm fine," I lied, still worrying whether or not he would be on the other side of the door once the music started playing. I felt faint.

As the music was coming to an end, and the doors closed one last time before me, Charlie whispered in my ear, "You ready, sweetheart?"

Charlie rubbed soothing circles on my arm, the way Edward would when I was falling asleep in his arms. The gentle way he would hold me, so easy for a human but such a strain to him with his amazing strength, with his amazing urge to squeeze me tight and drink my blood. Why would he put himself through pain just to make me happy? Just to comfort me, a normal human, an ordinary human. Because he loved me. He loved me and I knew it. And I loved him, with each beat of my heart, and every second in between. I trusted him with my life, and I knew he would do the same if he could. I knew the answer to my earlier question. I knew he would be out there, I knew it. I trusted him.

"I'm ready."

A/N: Ohh, cliffhanger! Don't you hate me? All that about the wedding, and you don't even get to it. Well, next chapter will be better, this was essential, the next will begin the story. I'm so ready for the fluffiness, so hit the little purple button and motivate me to keep going.