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The rain clouds were dissipating, making way for a bright blue sky.
The sounds of nature was so peaceful, fitting right in with my mood as it were.
I smiled as I looked in the garage, seeing Bella's car for after she awakens from her change.
Things were going so well, nothing was an obstacle anymore, for now anyways.
Tomorrow was the day that everything would officially fall into place. Though I still had my reservations about changing Bella, I knew that this was a deal that I had made with her; as well as myself. I could just picture it, watching my Bella walking down the aisle, a beautiful angel in white, her cheeks bright red as her blood flushed her cheeks.
Bella was nervous as always when it came to big events involving attention on her, but personally, I couldn't wait to make the beautiful brunette angel, my love and my reason for existing, Bella Swan my wife.
Moving through the house, I could smell all the beautiful floral hints.
Alice had called upon Esme and Rosalie's assistance with decorating every surface of our home with orange blossoms, roses, freesia, and baby's breath.
Liking the scents brother? Alice questioned, looking to me for approval.
I nodded, "Indeed. Smells heavenly. Thank you Alice."
Only Alice huh? Rosalie's mind sighed.
Chuckling, I shook my head. "Thanks Rosalie."
The entire house smelled as I recognized Bella's alluring scent. "This smells just like my Bella." I hummed.
"Dude, the house is so girly right now bro!" Emmett whined.
I rolled my eyes at Emmett's childish antics.
Emmett jokingly bumped my shoulder.
"Are you excited? Your wedding is tomorrow. Nervous at all?
Shaking my head, "Not at all."
Sure man, sure you're not. Emmett snickered. "You know Eddie, now that I think about it... you still haven't even seen your wife-to-be's dress. We could have one last attempt at annoying the pixie."
I could hear Alice hiss, a warning snarl ripping through her.
"I'd like to see you try." She smirked.
Emmett's lips pursed in curiosity. "Now that I bring it up, why hasn't he seen even just the dress?"
Alice nodded. "Simple, I have a plan for Edward and Bella to be wowed by one another tomorrow. I've done so well to not ever think about it when he's around. This will be beautiful."
Smiling, I walked over to my piano, eyes widening when I realized I hadn't played in years, a light layer of dust had settled on the keys. I nodded to myself, sliding my pale fingers against the sharply contrasting color of the black wood on the piano. Hello old friend. I thought to myself.
My fingers trailed over each key, the texture so smooth and sleek.
Oh! He's going to play! Esme's mind swooned, like a mother with total pride in her child's abilities.
I couldn't help but to look at her and nod to my mother.
Esme took the opportunity to come sit next to me, leaning her head against my shoulder for just a moment.
As my hands moved along the keys, I could hear the women in the house sighing happily.
"What is this piece Edward?" Esme asked, her tone at peace.
"A modern pianist. He is Asian. His name is Yiruma. A piece called 'River Flows in You'."
Esme hummed along, smiling. "It speaks with such emotion."
Closing my eyes, I continued to play; finding myself humming along as I played.
I kept my eyes closed, visualizing memories in my head.
Bella was at home tonight, insisting on packing her room alone.
I imagined her, going through her things inspecting them one by one to see if they were worthy to come with her.
Chuckling to myself, I felt as if I were beaming bright light from within me.
Things were falling into place. Slowly but surely they had.
Never once, when I had first met my love, did I think this would be happening for me. I hated her at first, I cringed at those thoughts now. Once I realized Bella was a beautiful angel, both inside and out, I knew that I loved her.
If there were a god, he was blessing my damned soul with love.
A love so strong, one greater than I'd ever imagined I'd find.
My Bella had done so much for me. Not only did she bring me back to life, pulling me from the endless darkness I experienced before meeting her. But... she had also risked every part of her being to save me. Not one other human, in my experience or opinion, would be so willing to die for someone like me. She wounded herself in order to protect my life when Victoria had nearly won the battle.
As sweet as she was, she was also stubborn, adding to her quirkiness that I so enjoyed. Add an inhuman amount of bravery and it matched.
As I trailed towards the end of this ensemble, I found myself remembering that day we had told Charlie we were getting married.
Sitting inside Bella's home, I had been seated right next to her, awaiting Charlie's arrival from work.
One could swear that Bella was going to have a panic attack before Charlie had even returned.
She sat against me, the intense warmth of her body radiating my icy frame. Blood rushed to her heart with each anxious beat.
I smirked to myself. She was making this much more difficult on her mind and heart than it needed to be.
I had asked Alice for a warning before coming here, to deal with Bella's father.
The damn pixie was smart and kept her mind shielded.
'Just keep Bella calm.' Alice's only advice hadn't made sense at the time, but now it was just so obvious that this would happen.
Recalling that Bella had once thought that marriage at eighteen was a way to announce you were just... in her words 'knocked up.' It pained my heart that this generation, it was seen in such a unacceptable way.
It had been true, when I was young, years ago, this was a normal. Many of us then had no idea how long we would live or how long we would have with the person we loved.
Bella's hand was shaking as she attempted to hide it under her leg, biting her pink lip.
Chuckling, I grabbed her hand, holding it firmly, but also gently in mine, wanting to show her support of her feelings but also support towards what was to come.
It was then that the sound of Charlie's police cruiser had pulled into the drive way.
This sound alone had sped Bella's heart up nearly ten times as she attempted to rip her hand from mine to hide the ring under her.
I knew that she wanted to marry me, but I also understood her fear. She hated upsetting Charlie, understandable.
Leaning into her, I pressed my lips to the temple of her head. "Stop fidgeting, Bella. Please try to remember that you're not confessing to a murder here."
"Easy for you to say." She bit back, the fear not only physically evident, but also verbally.
"Calm down, Bella," At this point, I had become worried for her health, the way her heart was racing.
Listening to Charlie, I wanted to pinpoint his mood.
'God! The boy's here again. I knew he and Bella are dating, but come on! Doesn't he have his own family to pester?'
I bit at my cheek, reading his mind carefully.
His boots slammed up the stairs, annoyance clear in his mood.
As soon as the door slammed open, Bella's body jolted, the action having obviously startled her.
"Hey, Charlie," I said, hoping my polite demeaner would ease the situation.
"No!" Bella whispered, her voice wavering.
"Wait till he hangs his gun up!"
I chuckled, imagine that. Telling Charlie as he grabs his gun and shoots me, the bullet just bouncing back off me, the sound of metal as it did zero damage to me.
'At least the boy is polite.' Charlie thought as he trudged into the living room. "Hey, kids. What's up?"
"We'd like to talk to you," I said, keeping my voice as calm as possible. "We have some good news."
"Good news?" Charlie spat, his mood not lightening in the slightest. 'What the hell kind of good news could this kid possible have? That involves the both of them?!
"Have a seat, Dad. Don't get worked up, Dad, Everything's okay." Bella said.
Of course she would say things were just okay! Things were obviously better than okay! We were getting married. Something I'd waited a century for. If I could, without risk of causing a spectacle of myself, I could put it everywhere, in the paper, on the news, on billboards... anything to exhibit the love I had for her.
"Sure it is, Bella, sure it is. If everything is so great, then why are you sweating bullets?" Charlie asked. 'Why would Bells be... unless... No! Not my baby! First this kid breaks her heart! Comes back as if everything is fine! AND NOW MY BABY IS GOING TO HAVE A BABY OF HER OWN! Please no!'
Charlie's thoughts practically screamed in my mind, nearly causing me a vampire's headache.
"I'm not sweating," Bella defended, setting Charlie off.
"You're pregnant! You're pregnant, aren't you?" Charlie bellowed, his expression angry. 'Maybe if I shoot him... no... Bella would never forgive me.'
I felt a pang of pain in my heart.
I knew this was something most women in the world wanted. Though, was it something Bella would want in the future? Would she resent me for changing her after our wedding? I couldn't give her a baby... I couldn't reproduce like a human.
A child was something I'd always wanted as a human, but once I was dying and came to his new life, I threw the idea away. I knew that it was something that could just never be.
I hated taking this away from my Bella. She deserved so much more.
"No! Of course I'm not!" Bella spat, confused by her father's, seemingly offensive accusation.
"Oh. Sorry." Charlie said, his expression exhibiting embarrassment.
I sat with Bella, still holding her hand tightly.
Charlie looked to her. 'Please Bells! Just spit it out... Kids so nervous. What would be so nerve-wracking to tell me... if she isn't pregnant what else would it be?!' Charlie sighs, his eyes moved towards me. 'Looks like I have no choice. What's going on?' Charlie asked, his eyes meeting mine fully.
"Charlie, I realize that I've gone about this out of order. Traditionally, I should have asked you first."
'Asked me? About what...' Charlie's mind wondered.
"I mean no disrespect, but since Bella has already said yes and I don't want to diminish her choice in the matter, instead of asking you for her hand, I'm asking you for your blessing. We're getting married, Charlie. I love her more than anything in the world, more than my own life, and—by some miracle—she loves me that way, too. Will you give us your blessing?"
'Married?! Blessing? How dare he assume I'd ever give him my blessing after the hell he put her through?! Bella... does she really want this? Please... anything... anything to push this back! They're only eighteen for god's sake! I could take Bella away, deny him and lock her away in a tower... No... I couldn't hurt her like that. I need to calm down before I speak.'
"Give him a minute" I whispered as Bella got up, assuming Charlie was choking to check her father's breathing.
"Guess I'm not that surprised, knew I'd have to deal with something like this soon enough. You sure about this?" Charlie sighed, his hands interlocked together.
"I'm one hundred percent sure about Edward," Bella said, her voice that most triumphant I'd ever heard it.
Charlie nearly rolled his eyes at her statement.
"Getting married, though? What's the rush?"
I had remembered telling Bella we didn't have to rush the date, but I also couldn't refuse her. Getting married sooner just meant that she and I would finally and truly be one another's.
"We're going away to Dartmouth together in the fall, Charlie, I'd like to do that, well, the right way. It's how I was raised." I stated, It had been true. In my time... things were so different.
"Knew this was coming," Charlie murmured, his lips pursing as he thought. 'Got to think of something... there's got to be something to hold this off... at least a couple years! What to do... what to d-... Oh! Yes! Perfect! She'll be perfect for this. Renee hates young marriage. She'll side with me!'
In all honestly, the process in which Charlie took to try and 'protect' his little girl were comical. She loved me and I loved her.
"Dad?" Bella asked, concerned.
"Ha, Ha, ha, ha!" Charlie guffawed, hope running deep through his mind.
"Okay, fine! Get married! But . . ." Charlie paused, smirking as he drug this on as long as he could.
"But what?" Bella asked, her tone nervous again.
"But you have to tell your mom! I'm not saying one word to Renée! That's all yours!" Charlie laughed, walking out of the room, making his way up the staircase and into the bathroom to shower.
I chuckled as I had gently taking Bella's hand into mine and walked her with me up into her room.
Her cellphone sat on her bed.
Such an innocent piece of machinery, but felt like an omen with how much Bella didn't want to pick up the phone.
"Mind if I stay here when you tell her, love?" I asked.
She raised one eyebrow.
"For support. I'll be silent."
Bella sighed. "You being silent isn't what I'm worried about."
She had confused me greatly.
"I'm much more worried how you'll feel once you hear her opinion about young marriages."
Chuckling, I shook my head. "Nothing will change my mind. Besides, I have a feel you're mom will be more accepting than you think."
Bella shrugged, biting her lip as she opened her phone and dialed her mother's number.
I smiled and pressed the speakerphone button as the dial tone rang.
Bella looked at me, confused.
I gestured my head to the door and spoke quietly so only she'd hear me. "Your father is listening in at the door."
Understanding and annoyance washed over Bella's face.
The dial tone then ended as it made the noise of someone picking up the other end.
"Hello?" It was a man's voice. This voice I recognized as Phil.
"Hey Phil, it's Bella."
"Hey Kiddo! How's it going? Sunny at all there?"
Bella giggled. "It's got it's moments for sure. I'm good thanks. Hey... is mom there? Got some... news I need to share with her."
Phil hummed. "... Yes..." He said, dragging on the s. "She's on the porch, let me get her for you."
Bella waited, chewing her lip.
I wanted to stop her, but I knew this was probably one thing to keep her calm.
"Hey Bella baby!" Renee chimed, her voice sounding chipper.
"I'm so glad you called! What's up? How's Forks?"
Bella rolled her eyes, laughing to herself.
"It's good here. It's actually been nice weather... hopefully I don't jinx it for the next three months."
I smirked. Smooth Bella.
"Huh?" Renee asked, confused. "What's going on honey?" She asked.
Bella took in a very deep breath, preparing herself.
"Well... Edward and I... he proposed to me. We're getting married."
The line was silent for a moment, before Renee spoke again.
"Well, Bella, I'm a little miffed that you waited so long to tell me. Plane tickets only get more expensive... Oooh Do you think Phil's cast will be off by then? It will spoil the pictures if he's not in a tux—" Bella's expression once again become one of intense confusion.
Outside the door I could hear Charlie practically cursing to himself. 'No! Dammit Renee! You were supposed to be on my side!'
"Back up a second, Mom. What do you mean, waited so long? I just got en-en . . things settled, you know, today." Bella looked up at me apologetically. I had known she had a difficult time, for whatever reason, saying the word 'engaged.'
"Today? Really? That is a surprise. I assumed . . ."
"What did you assume? When did you assume?"
I tilted my head in curiosity.
"Well, when you came to visit me in April, it looked like things were pretty much sewn up, if you know what I mean. You're not very hard to read, sweetie. But I didn't say anything because I knew it wouldn't do any good. You're exactly like Charlie. Once you make up your mind, there is no reasoning with you." Renee laughed lightly. "Of course, exactly like Charlie, you stick by your decisions, too. You're not making my mistakes, Bella. You sound like you're scared silly, and I'm guessing it's because you're afraid of me." Renee paused for a moment, for what I assumed to take a moment to think of her next words. "Of what I'm going to think. And I know I've said a lot of things about marriage and stupidity—and I'm not taking them back—but you need to realize that those things specifically applied to me. You're a completely different person than I am. You make your own kinds of mistakes, and I'm sure you'll have your share of regrets in life. But commitment was never your problem, sweetie. You have a better chance of making this work than most forty-year-olds I know. My little middle-aged child. Luckily, you seem to have found another old soul." Renee said, her voice happy.
"You're not... mad? You don't think I'm making a humongous mistake?" Bella asked, her tone completely surprised by her mother's unexpected reaction.
"Well, sure, I wish you'd wait a few more years. I mean, do I look old enough to be a mother-in-law to you?" Renee paused. "Don't answer that. But this isn't about me. This is about you. Are you happy?" Renee asked quizzically.
"I don't know. I'm having an out-of-body experience right now."
"Does he make you happy, Bella?"
"Are you ever going to want anyone else?" Renee wondered, cutting her off.
"But aren't you going to say that I sound exactly like every other infatuated teenager since the dawn of time?" Bella gripped her bedding, listening for her mother's response.
"You've never been a teenager, sweetie. You know what's best for you. I'm happy for you two. Congratulations. When's the date?"
"In three months?!" Renee gasped. "I'll be there honey! Don't you worry! Please give Esme my number, to keep in touch with the wedding details. I love you Bella."
Chuckling to myself, I ended the song, slowly sweeping my fingers off the keys and closing the fallboard.
Esme looked at me curiously. 'What's funny my son?' She asked, a joyful grin on her features.
I shook my head. "Just recalling memories mom." I said.
I knew how much joy it brought to her, hearing me call her that.
Looking at the clock, the time read 7pm. Nodding to myself, I got up.
"I've got something I need to talk to Bella about." I said aloud.
"What?! No! Dude! Come on! This is your bachelor party!"
"I know. I haven't forgotten. Come get me from her place in two hours. I'll be ready to go."
Emmett rolled his eyes.
"Fine lover boy! We will be there. No ducking out for you."
I moved my hands up, in a defensive position.
"Alright." I looked to Alice who was glaring at me.
'Don't think you'll be staying the night there. She'll be yours however long your honeymoon lasts!
Rolling my eyes, I moved out the door and ran for Bella's home. This was important. The questions I had.
Tonight she would remain Bella Swan... and Tomorrow she would become Bella Cullen.
The knowledge of this made my heart swell, excitement filling me as I ran closer and closer to the heart that loved for me.
To Be Continued...