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A/N: Thank you all so much for sticking with this story! Hugs to all!
"Bella, you're beautiful!"
Bella bends down to talk to me; her face looks like a star - shiny and pretty.
"You're beautiful too, Janie-bug. Auntie Alice did a lovely job on your hair."
I touch the curls on my head. They are fun and bouncy.
"Alright, people, everyone in their place!" Daddy is shouting; he's loud when he's excited.
"Relax, Demetri, we're all right here." Bella gives my daddy a big hug.
"Are you the lovely lady I get to escort?" Mr. Charlie asks me. He's silly.
"No! You're supposed to walk with Auntie Bella!"
"Wait, you mean you're not the one getting married today?"
"No! I'm only four!"
Mr. Charlie's mustache wiggles when he laughs.
It makes me laugh.
"Come on, Dad, I'm ready." Auntie Bella is smiling.
It's my turn now. I get to throw flowers in the grass for Auntie Bella to walk on.
I've been waiting for this day for so long. Today Bella will really be mine.
It's been a long road to get here. Bella has worked through so many of her demons. It hasn't always been easy - a lot of baby steps - but she keeps moving forward, and I couldn't be more proud of her.
Since Bella moved in with me three years ago, life has been a whirlwind. That was a huge step for her, and though she had told me she was ready for marriage, I knew she didn't mean immediately. She meant she was ready to consider it.
I remember the day she said yes. It was the best day of my life. Well, until today.
I had the whole proposal planned. I made a photo book, similar to the one I gave her right after we met, only this time the photos spelled Marry me rather than Sorry. I was going to make her a fancy dinner, and have our place lit up with candles and filled with flowers…but I never made it that far. I ended up proposing to her right in our bed. I had woken up early and just lay there watching her sleep. She looked so beautiful, and I couldn't hold myself back. As soon as she woke up I gave her the book and presented her with a ring. She said yes immediately.
A sharp jab to my ribs brings my attention to Emmett. I whisper to him, "What the fuck, man?"
He doesn't say a word, but simply motions toward the house with his head.
There she is.
My bride, stepping through the French doors of my parents' house on Charlie's arm.
Her dress hugs her frame deliciously, and though I know her body well after all this time, I'm already throbbing with desire to peel that dress off her.
I know Bella and Alice had a hard time finding a dress that would cover her back. Bella has come along way in accepting her scars; she has no more qualms about me touching them or having them exposed when we are alone. She isn't to the point where she's comfortable with other people seeing them, so I know she wanted a dress that would cover them but wasn't too conservative. They did a hell of a job. She looks amazing.
Our ceremony is a simple one with only friends, family, and timeless promises.
When the minister pronounces us Mr. and Mrs. Cullen, it's the sweetest sound I've ever heard. Mrs. Cullen…I will never get tired of hearing that.
The reception is perfect. Angela and the crew from the restaurant have outdone themselves. The food and the cake are delicious, though completely upstaged by the bride.
Our honeymoon is everything I hoped it would be and so much more. Bella is absolutely in love with our hotel. It's a private bungalow on Vonu Point in Fiji. This is my gift to her: a beautiful island honeymoon in a place she can be comfortable wearing a bikini. And wear one she has, almost every minute of the day, or at least all the minutes I'm not taking her out of it.
It's been a while since all our friends and family were gathered together. Everything has changed so much in the last seven years since our wedding.
The large house and backyard that served my parents so well for years has been turned over to Bella and me, and our two children.
Bella and I discussed having children of our own, but we opted for adoption instead, seeing as there are so many children in need of a good home. Martin and Marie are the highlights of our lives. Martin was six months old when we adopted him, and he's now an adventurous four-year-old. Our latest addition, Marie, is nearly two years old. She's been with us since she was three weeks old.
Today we are all gathered for a barbecue in honor of my birthday. Bella has meticulously planned this day, making all my favorite dishes and inviting our friends and family to join the celebration.
It brings a smile to my face to see the changes the years have brought to our friends and family.
Emmett guides Rosalie to a chair, her belly gently rounded with their first child.
It's great to see Alice and Jasper here. We don't see them as often as we would like since they opened their nightclub in downtown Seattle.
Jane is now a lovely girl of twelve and, even though both Felix and Demetri dote on her, she isn't the least bit spoiled. I've never met a more respectful and polite child.
Of course Carlisle, Esme, Charlie, and Renee are here. All four are absolutely thrilled to be grandparents. To see them interact with the children is a real joy for Bella and me.
"What are you thinking about over here by yourself?" Bella's arms slip around my waist, her head ducking under my arm so she is tucked into my side.
"Just thinking about how much things have changed since the last time we were all together."
Bella looks out over the crowd gathered in our backyard, listening to the happy chatter filling the air. "Yeah, there's been a lot of change, but all for the better. Some days I feel like I'm in a fairytale. I never expected a happily ever after."
Her words bring a smile to my lips as my arms close around her shoulders. "Does that make me Prince Charming?"
Bella laughs, laying her head against my chest. "Something like that."
Kissing the top of Bella's head, I sigh in satisfaction. I couldn't ask for a better life than the one I have, and I look forward to a future full of happiness with my beautiful wife by my side.
A/N: Thank you all so much!