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-One Year Later-

Charlie stared at me, his face blank. "Have you told your mother yet?"

"Yes," I said, nodding anxiously.

"And she is…."

"Happy for us," I stated, staring hard into my fathers eyes.

He sighed and stood up, "Well, I can't fight with this, obviously… Just know I don't do speeches."

I laughed, "Is that really all you have to say?"

He looked around at the walls that were still covered in pictures of me when I was a kid, "I guess I am going to have to make some room over here, huh?"

I laughed and nodded before starting in on him again, "You know this means you are going to have to give me away, right?"

He sighed, "Yup."

Edward was looking between me and Charlie, unable to keep the smile from his lips. "I just wanted to say that I am extremely honored to have your daughter as my wife. I'm sorry that I wasn't able to ask you for her hand first, but if I didn't ask her after Alice found out I knew my sister would blow the entire surprise."

He eyed Edward, sizing him up for a minute. 'You have always been a good kid, Edward. But if you don't take care of my daughter I am not above being sent to prison."

"Dad! Edward has been taking care of me since we met. I think he is more than up for the task." I stared at my father who was suddenly looking in the other direction and then stepped forward and hugged him before he could hide the small tear running down his cheek.

We left the house fairly quickly after that. Charlie seemed to want to be alone and I certainly was not going to begrudge him that. I sat in the passenger seat of the car, swirling the small ring around my finger. "Time to go tell your family now."

Edward laughed, reaching over and grabbing my hand. "Bella, the chances that my family doesn't already know is less than zero. Alice knows, remember? She probably already has the plans for everything drawn up."

I smiled at him slyly, "Then she is going to be very disappointed, isn't she?"

He laughed and nodded, "Yes, she is. We will have it right where you want it, as I promised.

-6 Months Later-

I scrunched my bare toes in the sand, smiling as I walked down the beach toward the water and the waiting crowd. Rose and Alice stood off to the left, already having walked down the isle, in pale blue dresses, their feet also bare. Renee and Phil stood by Rose's parents, all lined up along one side of the makeshift isle. Carlisle and Esme stood along the other side, positively beaming. Edward stood at the very end, right next to the priest, Jasper and Emmett standing by his side. The backdrop was nothing but the beautiful lake reflected the blue sky above.

Charlie kept sniffling, trying to be quiet about it as he held my arm and walked me toward where Edward stood. He gave me one last look before suddenly turning and standing next to Emse, his eyes firmly focused on his feet. I smiled and reached for Edward's hand, passing my bouquet of white roses to Alice. The pastor began immediately.

"Ladies and gentlemen…"

-3 Years Later-

I leaned my head down onto Edward's shoulder, wrapping my fingers around his as we watched Renesme nearly fall off the makeshift stage she had set up. She turned a shade of pink that put her tutu to shame as she nearly fell over while she was supposed to be staying still, performing the ballet that she had been rehearsing with her Aunt Alice for the past couple of weeks. We both tried not to laugh, but I could feel Edward's chest shaking. I lifted my lips to his ear and whispered in a bare whisper, "Would you ever change any of it?"

He turned to me, resting his forehead against mine, "Not even for a second."