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Summary: Bella was never in control, not with Edward, and now not with this crazy thing called imprinting. Though this crazy thing called imprinting, may very well be the best thing that has ever happened to her. Is it crazy, or is it wonderful?
Author's Note: Okay, kids, this is it! Last chapter of Crazy, Wonderful. The only thing left after this, is the epilogue, which will be up within the next week. Thanks so much to everyone who's reviewed, favorited, alerted and PM'ed my butt into action on this story. Hope you enjoy! Lifelesslyndsey made a wonderful manip/banner for Paul and Bella's wedding, and I'll put a link up on my profile.
The sun was warm against my face and bare shoulders, and the sand tickled my toes. It hadn't been my intention to have a bare-foot beach wedding, but the sandals I'd started out wearing were more cumbersome than anything, so I'd ditched them back in Emily and Sam's living room. My hair was long down my back, blown around by the same gentle summer breeze that swirled the skirt of my simple yellow sun dress around my knees.
We'd set up a simple, off white canopy right there on First Beach, and Emily had hung a few bunches of butter-yellow flowers that matched my dress, unable to resist the urge to spruce things up just a little. When I'd asked the girl who'd grown to be like a sister to me to stand up with me, her head had practically exploded with excitement and plans. I'd reigned her in, and promised that when she and Sam finally got married, I would be with her every step of the way, hot glue gunning frilly bows and flowers to everything in sight, but that I wanted simple.
This was the moment, though. Paul and I stood in front of my Dad, who seemed so genuinely happy that he hadn't had to wear a suit that he looked practically chipper. Emily stood just a few steps behind me, Sam just to Paul's right, with the rest of the pack sitting in the small crowd. Their large frames made the small wooden chairs groan, testing the sturdiness of them to their limits. Jake, Embry, Quil, Jared and Leah took up the front seats. Kim was there with Jared, Angela and Ben had come, the only classmates of mine from Forks High that I'd invited. Harry and Sue Clearwater, Leah's parents, were there, along with her little brother, Seth. Billy sat next to Jake, who'd moved several chairs out of the way to make room for his Dad.
My Mom and Phil had stayed in Florida, a fact that really didn't bother me that much. Renee had been more of a friend than a mother to me over the years, and having Charlie there was more than enough. Paul's parents weren't there, which wasn't surprising. He hardly talked about them, only giving me a brief history of the short time he'd lived with them, until he'd moved out at only fifteen, deciding that it was better for everyone if he left. They'd moved away from La Push shortly after. I didn't even know their names, and had a feeling that I'd gotten the glossed over version of Paul's life with them.
I couldn't help but be proud of him, though, as he stood facing me, smiling his addictive smile that made my knees weak. He was wearing his faded blue jeans and a striped button up shirt. He'd moved passed all of the bullshit and had become the man that I loved today.
My father began speaking, voice only quivering for a split second before taking on a powerful tone, and everyone fell quiet. My chest swelled with a love so great that I thought it would split, and I smiled up at Paul as he began to repeat his vows. His voice shook somewhere around the middle, and I felt tears fill my own eyes at my big, strong man being choked-up with emotion. Then it was my turn, and before I knew it, Paul was slipping a ring on my finger, and I was returning the favor. Charlie pronounced us husband and wife, and Paul swept me up into a kiss that would have made me blush if I hadn't been so caught up in it.
There were a few wolf-whistles from the Pack as we made our way through the crowd, and they all applauded loudly when Paul picked me up, and made a dash to our old truck.
Paul insisted on carrying me over the threshold of the house we'd shared for almost five months. I laughed as he swept inside, but he immediately smothered it by pressing his lips against mine.
Quite some time later, I woke up in our bed, Paul's spot next to mine empty. I sat up, unmindful of my naked body, and looked around the room, but didn't see him anywhere. Snatching the white flat sheet off the floor where it had been pushed sometime earlier in the night, I wrapped it around myself and padded out of our bedroom, into the living room and paused to listen, but the house was quiet around me. I made my through the kitchen, and moved to the back door, and there, in the back yard, I saw an enormous silver wolf sitting back on its haunches.
The night was peaceful, leaves on the trees swayed slowly, and even though it was August, there was a Washington chill in the air. I moved to where Paul sat, eager to be next to his feverish warmth. Sitting in the grass next to him, I scooted close, hand threading through his soft fur.
"What're you doing out here?"
Paul turned and nudged me with his cold nose, making me giggle, before lowering himself down onto his belly next to me. My hand moved as high as I could reach, and I snuggled into him, nestling my face in his fur which was softer than any pillow. We sat there for quiet a while, and I listened to his deep, grumbling, even breaths under me. Then Paul lifted his head, and nudged the side of my face, and gave me a playful whine.
"What? What is it boy?" I asked, laughing, turning to face him directly, sheet tucked around me. "Timmy stuck down the well again?" Paul rolled his cinnamon colored eyes at me, and huffed a little, before hefting himself up to his full height and melting back to human. He stood naked in front of me, then lowered himself next to me and grabbed a corner of my sheet, unwinding it before wrapping it around himself as well.
"I was hoping for a rub down," he said, kissing my neck.
I smiled up at the sky. "Sorry, buddy. Rub downs in human form only."
He huffed a laugh, breath warm against my skin, then lowered me onto my back in the grass. I caught his lips in a kiss, and Paul wrapped his arms around me, and that's where I would stay forever.
Author's Note: Whelp... that's it. What did you think of the story as a whole? Let me know!
Our parting is such sweet sorrow, as we say goodbye until the... epilogue. See you-all then!
Much love, and kisses, and various fluffy and inappropriate thoughts and feelings!