Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

Well, people, this is the final chapter. I'm sad that it's ending, but I really couldn't take it any further. I know it's been a while since an update for this story, but I finally got it where I want it. I hope you enjoy it. There are pictures on my profile in case anyone wants to take a look.

Oh, and I put it in Edward's POV b/c I know how much you guys like being in his head. ;)

And this final chapter is dedicated to Amelia Bedelia. She gave me the idea for the altar, which I love. It's so Bella and Edward. I was undecided on where to take this last chapter, but she guided me in the right direction. A big thank you to you for your help. :D


I fiddled idly with the keys on my piano as the minutes ticked by. There was only about an hour left until Bella would be walking towards me down that aisle, vowing to be my wife for the rest of our days, and the piano was the only thing keeping me from stealing her away from Alice and marrying her right now. I smiled to myself as I began to hum along with the notes I was playing. I unconsciously started playing the wedding march, and the absurdity of it made me chuckle.

"Seriously, dude, you only an hour left. That song will be playing then. Give it a rest," I heard from behind me. I turned at the sound of my brother's voice and smiled wider, stilling playing but drifting into another composition.

I shook my head and laughed. "Sorry, man, can't help it."

Emmett took the available space next to me on the bench and began playing with me. Though not as practiced as I was, Emmett could still play pretty well.

"How you holding up, little bother?' he asked, his lips quirking.

He knew my answer even before I had to say it. I had been looking forward to this day for the last year and a half. In my opinion I was already married. From day one I had devoted myself to Bella, knowing there would never be another that could take her place.

"I'm perfect," I said sincerely with a smile.

I'm ashamed to admit that there was a time when I thought I would never see her again. When she left me I had tried to hold onto the hope that she would return once she had time to think things through, but when the days turned into weeks and I had not received a single phone call from her, I was almost certain it was over. I knew I would most likely never marry after that, the desire to spend all my days with someone was not so appealing when that someone wasn't Bella. She was the only person I could ever want to be with, could ever want to start a family with. There was no question that my heart would always be hers and no on else's.

When I had finally decided to break my promise of giving her the space she needed, I was devastated to find that she was gone, her apartment completely empty. I was crushed, my heart obliterated into a million pieces with the knowledge that she had left and didn't say goodbye. I didn't think our situation was so severe that she would need to move to get away from everything.

I would have followed her to the ends of the Earth, tracked her down for as long as it took so that I could convince that she belonged with me. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that we belonged together, and there was no way in hell I was letting Alice or Jasper stand in the way of that.

I didn't think I could ever begin to describe the relief I felt when I first heard her voice that night in my apartment. I was afraid I would never her that angelic voice ever again, but I was wrong. It warmed my heart knowing that she was waiting for me, that she had missed me as much as I had missed her.

We talked and made love for hours after that; not wanting to leave the other's arms for more than a second. We had discussed everything. What we both went through during those weeks apart, what was running through her head when Jasper showed up at my apartment, and it brought us closer together, creating an even stronger bond than we shared before.

I was shocked to hear that she had confronted Alice and Jasper on her own, and even more stunned, but slightly proud, that she had slapped the bastard when he most deserved it. I was pleased to hear, not only for the sake of our relationship, but also for Bella and Jasper's friendship that they had put everything behind them, hoping to move on. I was glad that she had had the courage and tenacity to confront the situation on her own, and I loved her even more, if that was possible, knowing that she did it for us - for our future.

"Well, enough with the messing around," Emmett said. "I got some work to do out back. Esme needs my help with the seating arrangements." He slapped me hard on the back and rose from the bench. A gust of air left me swiftly, the force of the blow knocking my hands off the keys briefly. "See you out there, little bro. Don't forget, we have pictures in fifteen minutes."

I nodded and resumed my playing, coughing slightly from Emmett's blow. "I won't forget. Alice would have my head if I did."

It had been over a year since I proposed to Bella, and the day had finally come. To assuage any worries that may have been rushing into marriage, we decided it best to wait until the following summer before walking down the aisle. Within in that time, our love had only grown into something even more profound and meaningful, increasing my belief that we were meant to be together.

Though we had decided to hold off on marriage, for the sake of Bella's parents more than my mother or Carlisle, it did not stop us from starting our life together. We found a beautiful home to call ours in Forks near her father; a place that we knew we would spend the rest of our days growing old in, a place where our children would be raised and where their children would visit and play.

I began to whittle away the rest of my time by playing Bella's lullaby. The song always relaxed me when I was at my most anxious, and this moment certainly qualified as such. But before I got a few bars in, I was startled out of my playing.

"Bella! No! You can't see him yet."

I heard Alice's stern voice from the second floor and I immediately jumped from my spot on the bench to see what was wrong.

I heard an exasperated yell and could just imagine Bella pulling at her hair. "Alice, I need to see him."

"Can't you wait an hour? After that you'll have the rest of your lives with each other."

I took the stairs two at a time, anxious to get to Bella. From the urgency in her voice, I could tell that whatever it was, it was important. I was at our bedroom as Bella's response wafted through the closed door.

"No, I have to see him now. This is important and it can't wait." Bella's voice was getting closer with each word as I heard her footsteps lead her to the door.

"Oh, no you don't. The groom can't see the bride before the wedding. If you go near that door again we're going to have a problem."

I knocked on the door, annoyed with my tiny little sister for being so infuriating. Couldn't she see that this was important to Bella? Why was she being so stubborn?

"Bella? Honey, are you alright?" I called through the door.

"Edward, thank God. I need to talk to you."

I heard some rustling of material and then, "Edward, I swear to God. If you come through that door, you'll be bleeding from your nipples for a week."

My hands unconsciously flew to my chest, covering my poor nipples from Alice's wrath. "Just let me talk to Bella."

"Fine, talk. But you can't see each other."

I stepped closer to the door, turning my head so my ear faced the sound of Bella's voice. "Bella, what did you need to talk to me about?"

Did she have cold feet? Did she not want to go through with this? I thought back over the last few weeks and couldn't remember a single time that she may have seemed nervous about the upcoming nuptials: never one tiny inclination that she was having second thoughts.

"Edward," she said exasperatedly. "I'm not having second thoughts."

I gaped at the door. "How did you know that's what I was thinking?"

I could just imagine her rolling her eyes at me this very moment, a long veil cascading down her back, her body tucked into a beautiful white dress. "Because I know you better than you know yourself. Now quit worrying. We're getting married. You can't get rid of me that easily." There was a smile in her voice, I could tell.

I smiled myself, my worries eased for the time being. I still had yet to be told what was bothering her, which was making me increasingly anxious. What could possibly be wrong that it couldn't wait until after the ceremony?

"Then what did you want to talk about, love?" I asked gently.

She sighed on the other side of the door and I heard her body sink against the frame. "I can't talk about it with Alice here. It's private."

"Alright, then," I said. "Alice, could you possibly leave us alone for a couple of minutes? I promise I won't look."

"Yeah, like she's going to believe that. Even I don't believe it and I'm the gullible one."

My brother's booming voice echoed from behind me and I turned in time to see him bounding up the stairs. His large frame towered over me as he came forward, Jasper right behind him, an apologetic look on his face.

I felt my eyes narrow at my brother's mere presence. If Emmett was here, this wasn't a good sign. "What do you want Emmett?" My tone was annoyed, and I was only partly regretful for it. Emmett smiled and grabbed me roughly by the arm. "What are you doing?" I demanded.

"I'm doing Alice's dirty work," he answered with a shrug. "Now don't make me throw you over my shoulders like the last time."

I could tell from the glint in his eyes that nothing would give him more pleasure.

Alice's voice suddenly blared through from the other side of the door. "I swear to God, Emmett. If you ruin his tuxedo, your ass is mine."

He smirked and tilted his head toward the door. "Calm down short stuff. He'll be presentable for the ceremony."

I looked to Jasper for some help, hoping to garner a little sympathy from him. Surely he would come to my aid.

Emmett shook his head, his grip on me tightening. "Don't look to him for any help." He threw a thumb over his should and smirked. "He's my backup."

I sighed and fell against the wall. "I need to talk to Bella. This is non-negotiable." I turned back to the door but Emmett refused to relinquish and inkling of his hold on me.

"Let me go, Emmett. Damn it, I'm not kidding," I spat gruffly.

"It's okay, Edward," Bella called in defeat. "We won't be getting any privacy anyway."

I turned to the door, just managing to finagle my arm free from Emmett's vice-like grip, and latched onto the knob, but it was locked. Of course. Damn it, Alice!

"Are you absolutely sure, love?" I would knock down the door if I had to, Emmett be damned.

There was a stretch of silence before she answered. "Yeah, it's fine, Edward. I'll see you in an hour."

"But, Bella--" Just as I was getting the words out, Emmett pulled me roughly by the collar of my jacket and I flew backwards.

"Let's go, lover boy," he boomed jovially. "You'll see her soon enough. Besides, we've got pictures to take."

I stumbled backwards as my large brother dragged me towards the staircase and I tried uselessly to make my way back to Bella. "Damn it, Emmett. I need to talk to her. I can tell it's important."

I made one last attempt to move forward toward the door, when Jasper put a calming hand on my shoulder. "Trust me, if it's really that important, she'll find a way to tell you." He grimaced slightly in apology before saying his next words. "Besides, there's no getting around Alice."

Apparently I wasn't the only one fearful of Alice's fury. I wondered briefly if his nipples were ever put in danger.

I looked at Jasper, then back to the bedroom door, then back to my brother-in-law. "Fine," I huffed.

Emmett spun me around then and I found myself at the landing. I stumbled slightly and lost my footing, my body hovering just over the top step, when Emmett quickly pulled me to safety before I had the chance to fall down the stairs.

He winked at me. "Smart man; I'm glad you're finally coming to your senses," he teased. Just wait another…." he looked at his watch, "forty-seven minutes and then you can see Bella."

I walked to the backyard, Jasper and Emmett flanking either side of me, prepared just in case I was going to make a break for it. As we stepped foot onto the back porch we were met with garlands of white lace and silk draped from every available area, and thousands of bouquets of freesia, different shades of purple roses, orchids, lissanthus and rancus blossoming from everywhere. There were dozens of ivory colored linen tabletops topped with fine china, and hand made centerpieces. Candles surrounded the flowers and decorated every nook and cranny of the backyard.

What looked like millions of white lights were strewn about, covering every available bush, post and railing, ready to give off an elegant glow once twilight settled in for the ceremony that would take place in less than fifty minutes. My heart rate picked up at the thought that in less than an hour, Bella would be my wife.

The time couldn't go by fast enough.

We descended the stairs, heading for the small garden near the edge of the forest for pictures, when Emmett broke stride and darted over towards the bar like a kid in a candy store. He rushed up to a tall blonde in a soft purple gown, who was talking idly with the female bartender. He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her into his side, a large smile plastered on his face.

"Rosie, baby, you look gorgeous." With those words he planted a soft kiss into her neck.

I recognized Jasper's sister immediately and anticipated her shoving my brother off her, but was more than a little surprised when she swept her arms around his large frame and giggled at his touch.

I heard Jasper snort from beside me and I turned to him with a question on my face. The last time I saw Rosalie and Emmett together, he was trying shamelessly to seduce her while she repeatedly shot him down. What had changed?

Jasper rolled his eyes. "They've been seeing each other for about three weeks now. They're actually kind of sickening."

"But I thought she hated Emmett," I reasoned, remembering the incidents of his and Alice's wedding vividly.

Jasper shrugged and continued on toward the garden. "More than anything she hated his ways, I guess. She's had a lot of experience with men like him and has gotten hurt along the way. She's just very guarded."

I looked up at him. "So what convinced her to give him a chance?"

"Not sure, really. I know that about a month ago Alice sent him and Rosalie on a few errands for the wedding together. I guess they hit it off then," he said absentmindedly, fixing the buttons on his tuxedo jacket. "Rosalie says he's different from when they first met. And I think you and Bella had a lot to do with that."

I furrowed my brow and looked at him confusedly. "How so?"

We reached the bench near the garden and sat down as we waited for the photographer to set up his equipment near the flowers.

"Well," he started. "It seems that seeing you and Bella together has convinced Emmett that he wants to settle down as well. I think he's tired of the dating scene."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "Emmett never actually dated. Bedded is more like it," I joked.

Jasper laughed with me and leaned back. "I guess you're right. But regardless of what he was doing, he's apparently ready to get serious with someone, and it looks like that someone is my sister."

I looked over at Emmett and Rosalie still tangled around each other. She gave him a kiss on the lips and then skirted out of his embrace, heading for the back door, presumably to return to Bella.

I brought my attention back to Jasper. "Are you okay with that?"

He shrugged again. "I guess. Not like my sister would listen to me anyway. And besides, Emmett's whipped." He pointed ahead of us then. "Just look at him."

I looked up to see my brother walking towards us, a goofy grin on his face and his eyes clouded with stars. Yup. He was definitely whipped. I had never before seen that look on his face. It was actually kind of disturbing to be honest.

As he reached us his gooey-eyed look did not recede in the slightest. He simply smiled even wider, his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels as he stood before us. He looked positively giddy.

"So, you and Rosalie, huh?" I asked.

His smile wavered but soon quirked up in one corner as his eyes darted away from mine and then back hesitantly. "Yeah, pretty much."

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, casting my hands out to the side in question.

He shrugged his massive shoulders and his cheeks tinted with the slightest blush. "It's not like we've been dating for that long or anything. I guess I just didn't want to jinx it."

I stared at him as he began to fidget on the spot, his eyes never meeting mine, his body swaying back and forth from one foot to the other like a child caught doing something wrong. I looked over to Jasper and cocked an eyebrow as the wheels began to turn in my head. He smiled and nodded in response. I turned back to my brother, everything finally falling into place.

"Oh my God, you're in love, aren't you?" I demanded.

"What? I am not. What are you talking?"

"Yes, you are. You love her," Jasper mocked. "It's so obvious."

Emmett mumbled something incoherent and turned away from us. "Let's just take these damn pictures."

I smiled to myself. My brother was in love with Rosalie Hale. Well, at least now I wouldn't have to worry about the best man and maid of honor not getting along.

The pictures took about half an hour, and with the remaining time I paced around the house nervously until I would be needed at the altar. Emmett was off helping my father with the arrival of the guests, my mother upstairs with Bella and the girls. Jasper was assigned Edward watch. He was sitting on the sofa, smirking at me with each pass I took across the carpeted floor.

"You're going to wear a path in that carpet if you don't settle down," he remarked.

I lifted my head only slightly as I continued to pace, checking my pocket watch every couple of minutes. The time was moving irritably slow for my liking.

"Seriously, Edward, calm down. What's gotten into you?"

I let out a loud huff and sank into the sofa next to Jasper. "I'm just anxious, that's all."

He leaned further back into the couch, his posture relaxed and at ease. "About what?"

I gave him a reproachful look. Was he dense?

He laughed and raised his hands in front of him. "Alright, alright. I get it. You can't wait to marry Bella."

I rested my head back on the cushion behind me and breathed a long sigh. "I've been waiting for this for what feels like forever. I just want us to be married already."

He patted my shoulder reassuringly and gave me a sympathetic smile. "Just ten more minutes, my man."

Just then a voice I hadn't heard in over a year resounded from around the hall corner. And it petrified me. "Eddie. Oh, Eddie. Where are you?'

Without thinking I jumped to my feet and threw myself over the couch, hiding myself from this woman's view.

"I'm not here," I whispered to Jasper.


"I'm not here," I said more urgently.

"Eddie. Where are you – oh….I'm sorry. Have you seen Edward?"

Jasper stifled a laugh before answering. "No, Eddie is not here at the moment."

I could tell from the silence that the woman was most likely pouting, her colojin injected lips far too big for her face. "Oh, do you know where he is? I haven't seen him in so long and I just wanted to wish him congratulations," she purred.

My breakfast from this morning nearly paid me a visit just at the thought of being cornered by Tanya Denali. The woman was incorrigible and no matter how many times I told her no, it was never enough.

Jasper cleared his throat. "I'm sure he's most likely upstairs getting ready for the wedding. You know, his upcoming nuptials to the woman he loves – Bella?"

She snorted and I could imagine her throwing her fake strawberry-blonde hair over her shoulder in disgust. "Well, if you see him, tell him I was looking for him."

"Yeah, I'll be sure to do that," he said, the sound of her heels receding as she walked away.

Jasper peeked his head over the couch and peered down at me with a smile. "She's gone, Eddie."

I rose to my feet and settled back down on the sofa, scowling at Jasper for the use of the name Eddie. I hated that name, even more so because Tanya insisted on using it.

Jasper simply continued to smile at me, ignoring my obvious state of annoyance. "So, who was that?" he asked, pointing in the direction in which I assumed she had left.

"That's the reason I left Maryland and came to Seattle."

"What happened?" he asked on a laugh.

I sighed and raked a hand through my hair. "She was the Chief of Staff at my old hospital."

"And…." he prompted

"And, she came onto me, repeatedly."

His eyes widened slightly. "That woman came onto you." I nodded. "But she's like sixty."

"I know. And she wouldn't take no for an answer. She would dangle cases in my face for a date, or more specifically, for sex. I can't tell you how many times I refused before it finally became too much." I shook my head and shivered just thinking about it. It was disgusting. "I couldn't even bear going to work anymore. That's why I transferred out."

"And it turns out it was the best thing to ever happen to you," he noted with a smile. "It seems to me like you owe her a thank you."

I rolled my eyes and adjusted my tie. "She can hold her breath."

"Well, why is she here then? Why even invite her?"

I lifted to my feet and walked over to the mirror above the mantle. "That's my father's doing."


I nodded. "He went to med school with Tanya. She's an old friend of the family. It was kind of a must to invite her."

"Does Bella know?" he asked.

I nodded again and turned to him. "I actually think she's looking forward to meeting her. I get the strange feeling like she wants to stake her claim in me in front of Tanya."

Jasper laughed and rose to his feet, fixing his collar and straightening his jacket. "That sounds like Bella; never one to take shit from anybody."

I laughed too and glanced at the stairs leading to Bella. "Yeah, I know."

We walked out to the backyard, Jasper doing his best to keep me from Tanya's line of view as we hurried by the guests. We met Emmett at the altar, I taking my place at the head of the line, Jasper standing behind Emmett.

Never in a million years would I have thought Jasper would be standing up here as my groomsman, especially after what transpired between us last spring, but to my growing surprise we had become great friends over the course of a year. He and Bella had managed to repair most of the damage done to their relationship and as they fortified their renewed friendship, I was able to see a different side of Jasper. He was no longer just the man who broke Bella's heart, the man who was now my sister's husband. I no longer feared that he would one day hurt Alice the way he did Bella, but was now proud to call him a good friend and my brother-in-law. There was no more ill will towards him for the way he and my sister came to be together, but I now saw the caring and loving side of him that he put forth around my sister, or the compassionate and understanding friend that he was whenever anyone was in need.

As I gazed out over the crowd of family and friends gathered in our backyard, the music began to play as Alice made her entrance into the aisle. She beamed a smile as she gracefully walked towards the altar, her eyes floating over to Jasper as she gave him a quick wink.

Rosalie was next, gliding past the guests, latching eyes with Emmett who was positively beaming as he looked at her. He was definitely a goner, and from what I could tell, so was she.

As the music faded out and drifted into the wedding march, everyone rose to their feet in honor of the bride, my bride: my Bella. She rounded the corner with her father, her smile simply radiant even through her veil. I could see the slightest bit of moisture well up in her eyes as she looked at me and it brought tears to my own.

Her father leaned down and whispered something in her ear and she gazed up at him and nodded. They walked slowly towards me, and time seemed to stand still as I watched her getting nearer and nearer. She was a vision in white, and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was captivating.

As they reached me, I eagerly stepped forward. Her father lifted her veil and kissed her softly on the cheek, tears welling in his eyes. He turned to me then and smiled.

"Take care of my baby, Edward."

I nodded. "Of course, sir."

I took Bella's hand in mine and led her to the altar, never taking my eyes from hers. "You look beautiful," I said to her in complete awe.

She smiled softly and tilted her head in embarrassment as we stood before the priest, ready to embark on our life together. Father Frank began to speak, his words just background noise as I waited for the pivotal moment; the vows. As I kept Bella's arm firmly tucked under mine, I felt a small tug. I looked to my love in wonder.

"I need to talk to you," she whispered out of the corner of her mouth.

The priest continued on without notice as I leaned down to Bella. "Right now?" I asked quietly.

She nodded. "Yes, right now." The urgency in her voice was not lost on me.

I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye as I continued to keep an eye on Father Frank. "Can't it wait until after?" I didn't think this was the time to be having a discussion.

"No, I need to tell you this now."

"Okay," I relented. "What is it, then?"

I felt her lean further in, her face inching closer to my ear. "I'm pregnant."

I turned to her in shock, my eyes wide, my mouth hanging open. I opened and closed it a few times, but no words made it past my lips.

I heard the priest then, his words fading faster and faster.

"Do you take Bella as your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?"

I could hear the words, but couldn't respond. I wanted to. I wanted to say 'I do' but the words lodged in my throat as I tried to choke them out. My eyes remained on Bella as she continued to look up at me, the sadness quickly filling her brown eyes the longer I didn't answer.

As my mind began to settle and I could once again possibly form a coherent thought, I smiled down at my love and grabbed her around the waist. She dropped her bouquet by her side, startled by the abrupt gesture, and I kissed her deeply, not caring that we had hundreds of guests behind us, or that father Frank was still waiting for my response. I heard a few catcalls, mostly from my brother, but it only egged me on. I held her close as I ravished her lips, my fingers curling around her waist as I pulled her further into me. She wound her arms around my neck drawing herself closer.

We broke apart after a few more whistles, this time from Jasper, and I gazed into her eyes, the sadness no longer there. Someone cleared their throat and we both looked over to Father Frank.

"We haven't reached that part yet," he said with a smile.

The guests laughed and applauded behind us and I smiled over at him as Bella blushed profusely, shoving her face into my chest. "Sorry, Father," I shrugged. "I just couldn't help myself."

He shook his head and smiled. "No need to apologize, my boy. It happens more than you might think." He looked down at Bella and gave her a quick smile and a wink. "Now, then, where were we?"

"Oh, yes," he said, clearing his throat. "Now, do you take Bella as your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?"

I smiled down at Bella and without hesitation said, "Hell yes."

There were chuckles from behind us as he turned to Bella next. "Do you take Edward as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?"

She looked up at me and smiled a breathtaking smile. "Hell yes."

As we finished are vows and the ceremony commenced, I swept Bella into my arm to a round of loud applause and raucous laughter. I rushed down the aisle with my wife in my arms, past the eager guests, and into our home, needing just a moment of privacy before the festivities.

As soon as the door behind us was shut, I leaned back against it and kissed her deeply. She sighed as my lips touched hers and she opened up to me and I eagerly swept my tongue into her mouth, sighing as I touched my tongued to hers. I pulled away after only a second too look into her eyes.

"Thank you," I said softly.

She looked up at me confused. "For what?"

"For everything. For marrying me, for being you, for having my baby."

She bit her lip and leaned her head against my shoulder. "I thought you'd be upset," she confessed.

I looked at her, completely stunned that she would think that. "Why would I be upset?" I didn't understand why she would possibly think I would be bothered by such wonderful news. "You know I want kids."

"I know, but this isn't exactly how we had planned it. I didn't know how you'd react."

I sank to the floor with her still in my arms and nestled her to my chest. I kissed her softly. "I don't care about plans, Bella," I said against her lips. I leaned back and looked deeply into her eyes. "All I care about is you," I touched my hand to her belly and laid my palm flat against it, "and this baby. Did you actually think I wouldn't want to marry you after this?"

She sighed and touched her head to my shoulder. "No. But I just thought I should let you know before we went through with it."

I chuckled. "You're timing couldn't have been more perfect, by the way," I teased.

She giggled and gazed up at me. "Sorry about that. But when did we ever care about timing?"

"True," I offered. I cupped her face in my hand and looked down at her. "When did you find out?"

She sighed. "This morning. I'm over a week late, so I took a test when I woke up. But before I could find you and tell you, Alice showed up."

"Sounds about right," I laughed. "My sister has a knack for terrible timing."

Bella giggled. "Yes, she does, doesn't she?"

A banging on the patio doors behind us brought us back to reality, startling us both. "What the hell are you two doing in there?" Alice demanded. "You've got about a hundred guests out here that you have yet to greet."

We both sighed and rose to our feet. "Coming," I yelled.

Bella brushed at her dress, making sure everything was in order, and fixed my tie and jacket before we turned toward the door, hand in hand.

"You ready?" I asked.

She nodded and smiled up at me. "Now let's meet this Tanya woman, shall we?"

That's it. It's all over. What did you think?