A/N: This is a Breaking Dawn AU. It was started before the realease of BD and will therefore have some contradictions with the plot of the real book. However, I'm trying to stick as close to canon as I possibly can in respect for SMeyers wonderful creation. Enjoy! And reviews are very much appreciated.

The Wedding

Emmett’s deep voice was half amused and half honored as he read the words that would bind me to Edward in not entirely holy matrimony. Of course, the whole ceremony was just for Edward’s benefit. There were other ways I wanted myself bound to him eternally, and marriage – if it made the list – was the least of them.

Still, I couldn’t quite keep myself from being caught up in Edward’s entirely inappropriate joy. For about a week before the wedding he’d practically kept his eyes glued to the ring on my hand, only looking away to flash my favorite crooked smile at me and kiss me breathless. As it turned out, his enthusiasm was a little infectious.

At odd moments, when I was supposed to be paying strict attention to Alice rambling on about seating charts and flower arrangements, or to my mother worrying about the dark and dangerous path marriage held waiting for me, my mind wandered to a vision of Edward standing at the altar, looking deliciously and unfairly handsome in his best black tux.

My imagination never did the real thing justice. Edward stood at the other end of the pearly white carpet sprinkled in flower petals, and he wasn’t smiling so much as positively beaming at me. His eyes were my favorite topaz and pierced straight though me, so that I could do nothing but smile back. The butterflies that had been threatening to make me sick all over the perfect dress Alice had picked out for me suddenly vanished. Of course this was how it should be. How could I have ever doubted it?

“I do,” Edward said, pulling me out of my reverie. He was gazing down at me. Were it possible, I’d swear my soul started to melt under the intensity of those beyond beautiful eyes. His lips twitched up at the corners as he murmured, “Remember to breathe, Bella,” and gently squeezed my hand in his. Then it was my turn for vows.

“Isabella Marie Swan…” Emmett’s voice washed over me, but I had eyes for no one but Edward. My voice was far more confident than I would have believed as I answered the age-old question.

“I do.”

Then Edward was kissing me so sweetly I nearly cried. He pulled away and, noticing the moisture in my eyes, ran a thumb across my face. “Eternity is ours, Bella,” he said just for me to hear, his velvet voice full of emotions too deep to name.

He picked me up and carried me down the aisle. We passed the tear-glazed faces of my mother and father, who were holding hands, and the beaming smiles of Angela and Ben who were among the very few friends at school I had not vetoed off of Alice’s guest list. When Edward put me down, Angela rushed over to crush me in a fierce hug.

“I am so happy for you, Bella. Thank you for inviting me, it was a beautiful wedding,” she said, her voice still a little wobbly with tears. One of the many things I loved about Angela Webber was her sincerity.

“How could I not invite one of my best friends?” I asked her, my own tears pooling in the corners of my eyes. We embraced again, promising to catch up later, and I was led away by Edward.

I sat with Edward at the most prominent table in the ballroom of his house, now my house as well. Alice had decked every table out in lacey white cloths and beautiful centerpieces. She was forever outdoing herself, in my opinion. But I was grateful to her because Angela was right; it had been a lovely wedding. Edward’s fingers were twined with mine and he lifted our joined hands to examine his ring on my finger once again.

“It’s not going anywhere, you know. If you look your fill now, you might get sick of seeing it there in a century or two,” I was smiling at him, teasing and light-hearted. But the gaze he leveled at me was quite serious.

“Not in all the millenia. This ring on your hand makes me happier than anything in the world has ever before, and I have seen much of the world. Never forget that, my wife,” he whispered the last two words and it felt like his voice caressed me as intimately as his hands had ever managed.

I felt a blush creep into my face and cleared my throat. Edward just smiled his angel’s smile and lifted me out of my seat for yet another turn around the dance floor.