This outtake was written for Fandom4Storms. As someone who lives in the south, I am very grateful for those of you who donated to this compilation. The physical devastation alone was terrible, but my family was very fortunate. I hope this outtake serves as a simple thank you for your generosity.
For you FTGH readers, I'm so happy to give this to you. I think it was well earned on your half. I hope you love it as much as I do. I forgot how much I enjoyed writing Doc and his screwed up Bella, but, at last, here they are…their well-deserved, special day!
Special thanks to lizzylillyrose for prereading and myonlyheroin for beta'ing. I always appreciate it, ladies!
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- 2 years after the last chapter, 3 years before the epilogue -
"If I may, I would like to make a toast." Everyone turned their heads at the large dining table to focus their attention on Emmett, who was loudly clearing his throat. I sighed exasperatedly at what was to come of this speech - this was Emmett after all – causing Edward to wrap his arm around me and pull me closer to him.
"We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of…"
"Emmett!" Edward cut in, sighing loudly. "Stop trying to marry us…we already told you, that's not your job!" he exclaimed, clearly frustrated.
"I would just like to say that the state of Washington issued me my marriage license with the lovely help of the Internet," he rebutted, "for exactly this purpose."
This was ridiculous. As soon as Edward and I broke the news to the family that we were engaged, Emmett had been trying to marry us himself, claiming that it was his duty. Duty my ass. This was Edward and me…if we were getting married, the Lord knew we needed all the divine help we could get. That shit was going to go down in a church with a pastor.
"Emmett, please, just give your speech and save the ceremonial bit for the actual ceremony tomorrow."
Maybe this would have been funny – if this was the first time he was trying this, but as I glared at Rosalie for her help, she just shrugged her shoulders in defeat. A firm kick to her shins seemed to change her mind, though.
"Okay, okay, big guy, have a seat," she said, responding to my under-the-table attack. She stood up herself, putting down her glass of water and trying as best she could to stand up normally. Esme, who was always by her side whenever they were in the same room together, helped her to her feet. Being six months pregnant with twins didn't do great things for one's vertigo.
Rosalie looked right at us, switching from Edward's eyes to mine, as she made her speech. With a deep breath, she began, "I truly do love the both of you very much," her words were shaky with the threat of tears as her hormones got the best of her, "and I can say that everyone who is sitting around this table agrees with me. I don't know if anyone has realized this yet, but I would have never found Emmett, and Jasper would have never found Alice if it wasn't for the two of you. And how the hell you guys are the last to get married beats the hell out of me, but it's about damn time!"
Everyone around the table, including us, laughed as Edward kissed my forehead and kept me close.
"But, I have to say, the two of you probably deserve it the most," she issued more solemnly. You have fought to the death to be with each other, and I for one am honored to be a part of the day that celebrates all that you have fought for.
"Edward, my dear, sweet brother, as much as I love you, you need a woman who will give you a swift kick in the ass every now and again, and you couldn't have found a better one to do just that.
"And Bella, you, well…you just need Edward," she said shrugging. "He completes you; he loves you with such a passion, and you are a better person with him. I say this because I love you – I love you both. I've never met two people who needed the other like the two of you do. So," she said, raising her glass, "here is to Edward and Bella," we all raised our champagne, "to finally finding your completion."
"So, I'll see you tomorrow," he murmured into my neck with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist as we stood outside of my hotel room door.
"Tomorrow," I agreed, hugging him tighter.
"Bella," he said seriously, pulling back just enough to look at my face. "I love you."
I smiled and stroked his cheek with the back of my hand. "That's a very good thing, Doc."
"Would you like to say it back?" he joked, tickling my ribs, which forced my back up against the wall.
"Fine! Fine!" I yelled between bursts of laughter. "I love you, okay. Are you happy?"
"Mmm," he hummed as his face was brought to mine. "Very." He seared his lips to my own, causing me to moan and hitch my leg around his hip. Really, knowing us, it was inevitable.
"Okay, seriously, you guys, cut it out," Alice chimed in as she walked down the hallway with Rose and Esme in her wake. I felt my face heat, and seeing Edward laugh, I knew it was beet red.
"Edward, you need to leave; we have very important things to do tonight," Alice scolded as she unlocked my suite.
"You don't scare me anymore, Alice," he responded evenly, leaning back into me to kiss me again, causing the little-yet-mighty force of nature to reach up and pull his hair tightly, yanking him back.
"Sorry, sweet stuff," she said with no remorse in her tone. "You – in," she instructed in my direction. "You," she regarded Edward, "your man-friends are waiting for you down at the hotel bar. Now, scoot!"
With a very heavy sigh, Edward finally stepped away, placing one last kiss on my forehead before walking down the hall.
"Hey you!" I yelled when he was about halfway down the hallway, causing him to turn around and face me. "No strippers!" I laughed.
"No promises," he rebutted with a wink that I could even see from that far away. He was such a charmer.
"Goodnight, Doc," I said more seriously, knowing that I was really going to miss sleeping in his arms that night.
"Hey, Bella," he responded just as seriously. "I love you."
I smiled and blew him a kiss. "I love you."
"Alice, seriously, this is my wedding day, and I'm two seconds away from kicking your ass," I warned as she burnt me - yet again – with the curling iron.
"Bella, seriously," she mocked. "Bite me."
"Okay, girls," Esme scolded, bringing me a fresh cup of coffee, "that's enough. Bella, you look lovely."
I didn't even bother to respond to her compliment; I was too busy with the dose of caffeine that I was about to consume. Damn, I loved that stuff.
It was way too early in the morning if you asked my opinion, but the ceremony was at noon, and the reception was going to be a late lunch affair, hosted at some garden Alice had picked out. All I cared about was the food and the alcohol…and of course getting there with Edward in tow. The rest was all really for my family's benefit than it was my own. Besides, Edward had already done the big wedding thing once, and all I really wanted from today was Edward, so the rest were just insignificant details.
"Do you feel better?" Alice snippily asked after I had finished my coffee.
"Mmm," I hummed, "much, thank you." I smiled at her and sat back in the chair, closing my eyes and letting her do her thing. I needed to relax if I was going to get through the next few hours in one piece.
My emotions were already strung out on high alert, and I needed to keep myself grounded. Snapping at Alice all morning wouldn't help anyone, especially considering the way I looked today really depended on her.
I just…I just wished my dad could be here for this. I had forced him away from so many "big moments" in my life, and the one moment that I needed him here, he couldn't be. Emmett, bless his heart, had really stepped up and taken on the traditional dad role. The memory of asking him to walk me down the aisle almost sent me to tears right then. He was absolutely amazing. He even insisted on paying for my wedding dress, which was ludicrous, but he insisted, saying that my dad would have bought it, and he wanted the honor. I fought him on it for months, but no one really lost to Emmett.
There was a knock on the door of the hotel room, and Rose waddled over to answer it.
"Hey, babe," she greeted, kissing Em before he walked into the room, carrying a small box and an envelope. "What are you doing here?"
"I have to give Bella Edward's card," he stated, holding it up for me to see. "The guy has been begging me to bring it down here for hours now." I stood up and walked over to him, not caring that I was only dressed in my robe, and took the two things from his hands.
"You look really pretty, Bella." He smiled down at me as he pulled Rosalie to his side. "You truly make a stunning bride."
"Save it," I returned lightly. If he got sentimental on me, I would lose it. I had yet to cry today, and I wasn't going to start now.
"Are you going to open it now?" Esme asked, stepping up beside me.
I shook my head and turned around, digging through my purse to get out the card that I got Edward. "Are you sure I can't bring this to him?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"NO!" Alice shouted. "You're not seeing him until you walk down the aisle."
"I hate that damn tradition," I grumbled.
"Get over it," she rebutted instantly. There was no getting past Ali today.
"Okay, okay, well," I kissed the envelope, "tell him I love him." I passed it on to Emmett's waiting hand.
"Will do, sis." He gave me the military salute, causing me to laugh lightly and push him out of the room.
"Remember, you need to be back here by 11:50!" I called as he walked down the hall.
"Wouldn't miss it, Bella-bean."
"Tell him I love him and that if he doesn't show I'm going to make his life a living hell!" I shouted right before he got out of sight.
"I'll be there, baby, don't worry!" Edward's voice called out in response.
He stuck his head out from around the corner of the hall and smiled at me quickly before Emmett yanked his arm, causing him to fall out of view. I heard a few grunts, and I knew Edward was trying to fight his way back to me.
"I LOVE YOU!" I heard him yell, even though the words were lower in volume. Emmett, I was sure, was probably dragging his ass away.
That split second, though, had been exactly what I needed…and cue the tears.
"I love you," I whispered. If I had spoken any louder, my tears would have turned into sobs.
"Come on, Bella," Alice instructed, bringing me back into the room. "We need to finish."
I sat back down in the chair and took a deep breath.
He loved me.
We were finally doing this.
This is what Charlie wanted.
Edward was choosing me.
Yes, today would be a good day.
"You forgot something!" Esme called, bringing over the box that Emmett had brought from Edward. In the recent mess of things – with Rose's dress not zipping, Alice forgetting her shoes at the hotel, and not being able to find the bouquet – I had completely forgot about the card and gift Edward had sent over. Since we were already at the church, I didn't want to read the note, since I was sure it would make me cry and we wouldn't have enough time to fix my makeup. I doubted Edward would mind, but the gift…I wanted the gift.
We were all standing in the Bride's room in the church, fully dressed and ready to go. Esme passed me over the deep blue velvet box, and I held it in my hands adoringly before I opened it. Inside was a stunning diamond necklace with deep blue sapphire accents. I gasped, bringing my free hand to cover my mouth; words couldn't describe how beautiful it was. "Oh, Edward," I sighed.
Sitting behind the necklace was a small note.
Something new and something blue. I figured we could kill two birds with one stone. I love you, sweet girl. I'm ready for you to be Mrs. Cullen, already. Come find me…I'm just a small trip down the aisle away. Xoxo – E
"Will you help me?" I asked Esme as I took the necklace from the box. She carefully latched it behind my neck, and I fingered the jewels gingerly.
"Edward sure does know how to buy his jewelry. I knew he was a good catch," I joked to the women in the room. Again, jokes were necessary to hold off the tears. I took in a shaky breath as they agreed. I was just ready to do this already. I had wanted to be Edward's wife since high school, and many, many, years later, it was finally happening.
"You ladies ready?" Emmett asked as he walked into the room. "Oh, Bella!" He sighed when he saw me in my gown. "You look perfect. All you girls look great, but Bella, Edward's heart will stop when he sees you."
I blushed and glanced down as I played with my hands. "Thank you."
"Well, everyone is all set; we're just waiting on you," he added, holding open the door for us to walk out of.
I took a deep breath and took one last look in the mirror. "Okay. I'm ready." I turned around and they were all smiling at me in return.
"I'm going to go grab my seat," Esme said, coming up to kiss me on the cheek. "I already consider you a daughter, Bella. I'm just so happy!" she exclaimed with tears in her eyes.
I quickly threw my arms around her and hugged her tightly. "You're the best mom I've ever had," I choked out honestly, causing her to tighten her hold.
"I'll always be here," she whispered.
I nodded into her shoulder. "I know."
"No tears!" Alice called from the doorway, and we broke away from each other, chuckling.
"Okay, I'm going, I'm going!" Esme laughed, kissing all the girls and Emmett on the cheek before walking out of the doorway.
Alice and Rosalie followed her out of the door, and before I knew it, it was just Emmett and me in the Bride's room.
"Thank you for doing this," I said sincerely as I hooked my arm through his.
He kissed my forehead in response. "I'm sorry it has to be me," he added sadly.
"Let's just go make sure that Edward is where he is supposed to be, okay?" I said, wiping the lonely tear that slipped down my cheek.
"Oh, he's there," he stated, laughing. "I think he was up standing at the altar before any of the guests even arrived. That man is over the moon excited to marry you."
"He should be," I joked, earning a laugh from Em.
"Yes, he should be." He smiled down at me. "So, are we going to do this, Ms. Swan?" he asked once we heard the traditional wedding march.
The church wasn't filled; not every seat was taken with warm bodies or various faces. There were less than fifty people on the guest list, but every face in that room was sincere and familiar, smiling genuinely at me as I slowly stepped down the long aisle. But at the end of the narrow walkway was the most beautiful, loving person I had ever known.
Edward was looking at me with such fire in his eyes that it was almost crumbling. His stare made my knees weak, and I hung on to Emmett's arm for the needed support. I had to remind myself how to breathe, how to walk normally, how to even keep my heart from escaping from my chest with each small step forward.
We were here…this was really happening. He wanted me. He was choosing me and me alone.
"You made it," he said cheekily as I finally met him. He was standing proudly with Jasper by his side, but when Emmett placed my hand into his, I felt them shaking; they matched the pulse of my own.
"It took me long enough," I whispered in response, causing him to lift my hand to his soft lips.
Being this close to him, I saw the tears in his eyes, but the smile on his face was magnificent, breathtaking in its beauty.
"Are we ready?" the pastor asked, causing us to turn our heads toward him.
"Yes," we said in unison, and that we were.
"I seem to remember the last wedding we danced at together, I was convincing you to take me back," he spoke softly into my ear as he held me in his arms on the small, intimate dance floor. The white tent protected us from the burning sun, keeping us in our own blissful bubble.
"I didn't even know what to think then. You came back; it was all so overwhelming," I said, remembering Rosalie and Emmett's wedding reception when Edward interrupted my dance with Ben.
"Well, what are you thinking about now?" he questioned with an added kiss to my neck.
"How all the people are staring at us," I responded, laughing lightly. "And how Emmett is crying," I added, causing Edward to laugh as well.
"I think Rosalie's pregnancy hormones are rubbing off on him."
"Wouldn't surprise me."
He brought his face back a bit so he could look me in the eyes. "Do you want to know what I'm thinking about, Mrs. Cullen?" he asked with wish his devilish smirk in place.
"I don't know if I want to know, Doc. Is it appropriate?" I lifted an eyebrow and matched his smirk, causing him to laugh loudly.
"Really, Bella, don't be such a pervert," he mocked. "It wasn't anything dirty."
"Lies," I responded, rolling my eyes.
He chuckled as a rose tint covered his cheeks. "Okay, maybe it was a little dirty," he admitted.
"I know you too well for your own good." I shook my head through the small bursts of laughter, which led him to lean down and kiss me. He wrapped his hand behind my neck and kept my lips seared to his own.
Before I knew it, whistles were sounded out from the crowd, which of course turned my skin bright red. But when I looked at Edward, the smirk on his mouth and light in his eyes made me not care about the embarrassment. He was all that mattered - so much so that I kissed him again.
Our first dance was followed by an extravagant lunch, catered by someone who I had never heard of, toasts from both Alice and Jasper, and before I knew it, Edward was shoving the cake in my face. Being here with him settled all of my emotions. I didn't think that either of us had laughed so hard together in our whole lives. This day was so close to perfect, but it seemed to be slipping by so quickly. I wanted to hold onto it forever.
People were scattered on the dance floor, Edward and myself included, ridiculously dancing and just having a good time, truly celebrating how far we have come and the new union we were creating. And then the song that was playing ended and morphed into a slower one, and right as Edward wrapped his arms around my waist, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Hi, Bella," Carlisle said softly, looking nervous. "I was wondering if I may have this dance. I think every bride deserves a father-daughter dance, and I know you wish that Charlie were here, but I thought that maybe I…" he led off, looking down at his feet.
"I would really love that," I answered with new found tears swimming in my eyes.
Edward handed me off to him, and he cleared the other dancers off of the dance floor, giving me the time to dance with my dad, even if that title was just made official by law. He was the closest thing I had to a living father now, and I would take anything Carlisle was willing to give me.
"He would have been so proud of you, sweetheart," he spoke as we swayed softly.
"I miss him," I responded honestly. "But I'm so lucky to be a part of this amazing family now."
He smiled at me genuinely and used his thumb to wipe the tears from my cheeks. "We love you. We will always be your family."
I nodded and rested my head on his shoulder, taking immense amount of comfort in his words because I knew, in the very depths of my soul, that he truly meant every word.
"Edward, are you sure you're using the right key?" I asked as he tried to get the door open to our honeymoon suite again.
He groaned and threw the key at the door in frustration. We had been locked out for at least ten minutes, and my stubborn husband refused to go down to the front desk to ask for help.
"Bella, yes, this was the right key. It's just not working! Not my fault," he whined.
I rubbed circles on his back as he picked up the key to try again.
"MY GOD!" he cried out as the red little light refused to turn green and grant us our access. "I JUST WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH MY WIFE!"
"Edward!" I chastised, nudging his shoulder. The other couple who had been walking down the hall chuckled at his outburst.
"Seriously, Bella, this is like the ultimate cock-block, and on our wedding night, no less!"
"We could always go down to the front desk…" I offered again, earning another groan and a head bang against the door from Edward.
"My first day as your husband and I can't even do something as little as getting the damn door open."
"Edward, seriously, relax. We'll figure it out. Check your wallet again; maybe the other key is in there."
He rolled his eyes as he swore up-and-down again that he had the right key as he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and opened it. "I'm telling you, Bella, it's just not working…" he went on as he flipped through the cards.
"Here, let me see it." I reached my hand out for the small piece of black leather, and he handed it to me with a smug look on his face.
"Wipe your face of that smirk, dear hubby; look what I found!" I pulled out the white card that was placed where the money was held instead of the slots that were meant for the cards.
"You have got to be kidding me!" he exclaimed as I tried the key and the light turned green.
"Okay, okay, I give up." He sighed but smiled anyway. I was just about to walk into the room when he pulled me back by my arm.
"What are you doing?" I asked, confused. "I want to consummate this marriage just as much as you do, buddy. Let's get a move on!" I tried to loosen the grip on my arm, but he just held me tighter.
"I don't think so, Mrs. Cullen. We're doing this shit right," he responded, taking me by surprise as he swiped my feet from under me, catching me just in time in his arms.
He was now holding me – bridal style, of course – in his strong grip. "Just don't smash my head on the molding," I warned, tucking myself into him.
"No promises." He laughed but waited for me to look at him.
"What's up, Doc?" I questioned, wondering why we were still standing in the hallway. After as much trouble as it took to open the door, I was ready to get moving…literally!
"Kiss me," he requested, his face stone-cold serious.
I lifted my hands and placed them around his face, marveling the definition of his jaw. I took a moment to look into his green eyes first, re-memorizing their intensity. "I love you," I reminded him softly before giving him the kiss he asked for.
"This is forever, Bella," he said when I broke away.
"I can live with that." We both smiled as he took the step across the threshold.
Yes, forever sounded good, indeed.
"So, did you like my gift yesterday? The necklace looked beautiful on you," he inquired as he hovered above me, brushing the hair away from my face. It was early the next morning, and both of us had refused to tear ourselves away from the bed. We were lucky that we still had a few hours before we needed to be at the airport.
"Oh, Edward, I loved it."
"And the note?" he pushed.
"THE NOTE!" I exclaimed, scurrying out from beneath him and jumping out of bed. Butt-naked, I raced across the room to my where my purse was and pulled out the still-sealed envelope.
"You never read it!" he exclaimed, sitting up in bed, watching me.
I climbed back on the bed towards him with the note in hand. "Well, you see, I was…then, well, by the time I could even breathe for a second, I knew I would burst into tears at whatever you said, so I didn't want to completely ruin everything Alice did with the inevitable water-works, so I held off," I rambled, probably not even making sense to him.
"Okay, okay, whatever," he dismissed, even though his smile told me that he wasn't really mad. "Well, go ahead," he said, motioning to the envelope, "now is a good a time as any."
"You want me to read it here? Now?" I asked. "With you right here?"
"I gave you plenty of time to read it yesterday, baby. As punishment, I get to watch you read it." His eyes now sparkled with excitement, and I knew I couldn't deny him of this.
"If I start crying, you're going to have to deal with me," I warned as I slid my finger through the paper, breaking the seal.
"Details," he dismissed with an eye-roll.
"Here goes nothing." I took a deep breath before my eyes scanned over his beautifully scripted words.
Isabella Marie soon-to-be Cullen,
It feels that I have waited forever for this moment. My days are spent in a constant flurry of thoughts about you and our life together, and my nights are filled with you in my arms – I honestly could not ask for anything more. Thank you, Bella, for giving me this – for giving me you. I promise to always be exactly what you need. You have all of me; I'm nothing without you. Today, in front of our family and friends, I will stand proudly and take you as my wife; before God I will promise myself to you forever.
I am yours for eternity, sweet girl. I choose you – thank you for choosing me back. I'll see you at the altar.
I love you.
And, as promised, tears graced my glowing skin. "Yes, Edward," I stammered, meeting his eyes. "Yours."
I hoped that lived up to everything you wanted it to be. Thank you so much again.
xoxo – kas90