Author: prettykittyff PM
A girl that tries to follow the rules. A boy that has none. What happens when the rules just don't make sense anymore? Fictionista Workshops WitFits July 2012Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Bella & Edward - Chapters: 62 - Words: 123,050 - Reviews: 3,608 - Favs: 1,002 - Follows: 1,066 - Updated: 03-29-13 - Published: 07-03-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8280925
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I do not own twilight … sadly.
AN: To all my readers and friends, I want to thank you for taking this trip with me. It's been one of my favorites, and I'm so sad to see it go. What started out as a thirty day witfit kind of took on a life of it's own.
Erin… love you girl. Here's your promiseward.
One year later….
I heard Rosalie sniffle and looked up to see her through the mirror.
"I thought you were gonna knock that off," I said, raising an eyebrow.
"Just shut up. Let me enjoy this, Bella."
She pinned the last flower in my hair and grabbed a tissue, dabbing carefully at her eyes. "You look gorgeous, girly. I'm so proud of you."
My eyes were starting to leak, so I looked away. "You're going to make me screw up my makeup. Stop."
She laughed. "I'm sorry, okay. I'll stop. Just be glad I kept those three crazy women out of here."
She was talking about her mother, Esme, and Liz. Talk about a pain in the ass. They were so "helpful" that I'd had a migraine for over a month. Do this, pick that, sign here, be this… thank God for Rosalie—she kept me alive.
She was also the best friend I'd ever had.
"You ready for this? He's out there waiting…"
The butterflies lit up in my belly again. I'd started the day nervous, a little afraid, but happy. Now, I was just ready to do it. I wanted to go get my Edward and start our lives.
It had been a roller coaster of a year, full of compromise and adjustments. We'd settled into our little house, I'd found a job, and we planned a wedding.
After our scare with the pregnancy, we both decided to wait. It was emotionally draining on us, but in the end, we were in agreement. Even though the timing was all wrong, we'd both gotten attached to the idea. However, we wanted at least a year to enjoy being married before we started a family.
It also gave me more time to develop my career. I nabbed a job as a school nurse at the elementary school near our house. I could walk to work when the weather was warm and I was home every night when Edward got there.
It definitely wasn't the most challenging position, but it fit me and my needs perfectly. I wanted to work with kids, and if wiping snotty noses and patching scraped knees was my destiny, then I was going to embrace it. The kids were adorable, they loved me, and the people I worked with were friendly. I was happy and content, and about to get my Prince Charming. It was just the cherry on the cake.
I got up as carefully as I could while Jess and Rosalie helped me out of the chair. My dress was huge—so many ruffles and so much lace. I couldn't even believe it was my dress. When Esme held it up at the dressmaker, I held up my hand and refused. It was so Cinderella-ish, and so not me. I'd been set on simple and elegant, but instead, I'd ended up with the most beautiful wedding gown ever made. I was surprised, for sure, but the second I saw myself in the mirror, I knew it was perfect.
Like they said… you only get married once.
"I'm so borrowing this dress when I get married," Jess commented as she straightened my train.
"Don't you need a man for that?" Rose teased.
Jess huffed. "I'm working on it. Tonight's the night—if I get my way."
I looked back at Rose. "Oh, brother!"
"Jessica, you are not going to make a scene at Bella's wedding. You hear me? I will smack the MAC off your face right now."
"I'm not planning on a scene. It's romantic being at a wedding. He's a groomsman, and I'm a bridesmaid. It's a given. It's inevitable."
I laughed. "Except that he's engaged, Jess. James is engaged." I said it slowly, hoping she'd hear me loud and clear.
She shook her head, determined. "Not married, yet. A smart girl never gives up."
"Apparently neither do dumb ones. Come on, Bella. It's showtime." Rosalie gave me one more once-over and smiled.
Once we were on the boat, I lost my balance a little for a minute, cursing Edward under my breath. I didn't quite have my sea feet yet, and the water was getting a little choppy with the wind.
The only request Edward had as far as wedding input, was that we get married at Aunt Liz's lake house in Illinois, and that we'd be married on a boat.
A sixty-four foot yacht designed by Edward. His parents helped him finance it as an engagement gift. They offered to buy us a bigger house, but he refused. He said we were happy in our house, and no need for anything bigger, but apparently, we really needed a boat.
He wanted us to have a reason to visit Illinois more often, a summer getaway, and the boat to play on. I had to admit, it was gorgeous. But… it was huge. Much bigger than I expected. I was used to fishing boats, but this was nothing like that at all.
The Isabella Marie.
The wedding was small, so the boat accommodated all of us, and the reception was at the house. It was all pretty romantic, admittedly. I was pretty much in awe of the way they decorated it, and I appreciated it very much.
It was everything I dreamed about, and more. It was almost unbelievable what brought me to this point in my life. He'd been a fantasy, a dream that I thought I'd imagined in a drunken haze. The fact that I was standing there, ready to walk toward him and become his wife was incredible.
I laughed in the face of naysayers.
Dreams did come true.
My dad stepped up to me and smiled. "You look beautiful, sweetie."
His eyes were glassy, and I held my breath. If my dad cried, I would absolutely lose my shit.
He lowered his head and gave it a shake. "I have a little something. It was your mother's. She would have been so proud of you, Bella. So proud."
A lone tear fell down my cheek and I smiled as he clasped a delicate gold bracelet on my wrist. "I'm sorry she wasn't here for you. I know I wasn't much help, but you had Rose, and she's good for you, Bella. Your mom would be happy to know you have her."
I nodded, still staring at the bracelet. "I think she's here, Daddy. I think she knows I'm happy. And you're the best father a girl could ever ask for. You know that."
He nodded a quick bob of his head and smiled. "Let's do this, Kiddo, before I change my mind and drag you back home."
I giggled and grabbed hold of his arm. "I'm ready."
I looked up and finally let myself look at Edward. He looked incredibly handsome in his light grey suit and crisp white shirt. His grandfather's pocket watch was tucked into his vest, and the silver chain hung and sparkled in the sun. His hair was tame for one, and his shoes were shiny and new.
He was magnificent.
The music started and my dad led me toward Edward, luckily it was only a short walk across the deck of the boat because I was about to come out of my skin.
He held his hand out for me to take, and I did, stepping up next to him and smiling into his pretty face. I found happiness there, and teary eyes. The warmth and love was just so strong, it took my breath away.
I took his hand and had to stop myself from melting into him. The time would come when I could just hug him and hold him, but first, I had to get married. We had an agenda. We had plans. We were here for a purpose.
"You're stunning, precious," he whispered in my ear. I smiled.
The minister grinned and then opened his bible.
I was lost in thought, barely able to keep up with the words being spoken. I just wanted to yell out "I do!" and get on with the show.
Finally, it was my turn to say just that.
"Do you, Bella Marie Swan take this man, Edward Anthony Cullen to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do," I said.
"And do you, Edward Anthony Cullen, take this woman, Bella Marie Swan to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do. Always."
The minister said of bunch of other stuff before announcing us as man and wife, and I flung myself into his arms, so happy and grateful for the life I'd been given and the man I loved so much.
He kissed me hard, and the hoots and hollers and clapping caused me to laugh. He laughed, turned around to face our guests and held up my hand to show off the new ring I wore.
"I caught her!"
The all laughed some more and I felt so blessed that we had so many friends and family members that loved us. I was glad everyone agreed to fly out and join us. It was magical. All of it.
It was our forever.
Thank you for reading! Loves and kissing to all of you forever!