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Bella meant to tell her friends about the wedding on her own terms. But when word gets out before she can prepare, the whole town is soon buzzing with rumors about the police chief’s daughter and that Cullen boy.


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7. Chapter 7

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I felt oddly relaxed as Edward drove us back to Forks. So was Edward, perhaps sensing my own comfort. But he seemed perturbed when I asked him to slow down. "Does my driving really still frighten you?"

"No," I said. "I'm just in no hurry to get back."

Edward, understanding my request, eased up on the gas pedal. The colors blurring past my window solidified somewhat, now resembling the landscape more accurately.

It was true; I didn’t want to go home. All that awaited me there was Charlie – hopefully in a better mood after his nap – and hours of being agreeable with Alice's wedding plans. I was also a little worried there would be more messages at home; others wanting to know if the rumors were true. It was all so very tiresome. I was anxious for my life with Edward to begin, but I was determined to wrap up these loose ends; to end my human life properly. Not just for myself, but for my family and my friends. They deserved as much. Still, I was content in the car with Edward. Here, none of that mattered – it was just the two of us.

Outside, the trees flew past the window. I saw a few small raindrops hit the windshield. The wipers squeaked softly as they swept them off the glass. Edward reached across and wrapped my hand in his. His skin was cold, but I felt warmer after he touched me. Too soon, he freed my hand, but instead snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me against him in the front seat. I tucked under his arm, inhaling his scent. I felt safe in his embrace, sitting next to him in the car. Happy and safe. I didn't ever want to leave. All too soon, I saw the streets signs of Forks appear outside the window.

"Do we have to go back?" I asked.

"No." Edward chuckled. "But your father will probably send out an APB if I don't bring you home soon."

I sighed; he was right. "I just don't want to go home yet."

"Okay," he said, pressing harder on the gas. Forks flew past the windows as Edward turned off the road from La Push and soon we were on a pleasantly lonely stretch of 101 – passing anonymous trees and rocks and ferns through unoccupied Clallam County. I felt free as we drove away from civilization. True, at some point we'd have to turn around and go home – face Charlie and Alice; face the rumors – many I'm sure that I hadn't heard yet. I shuddered at the idea of what people’s imaginations may have concocted. I’m sure they were saying things much worse than Lauren’s pregnancy rumor; or the whole eloping thing, whoever came up with that one. Although, that one had some merit; I’d put up a fight about the whole marriage thing, after all, and at first Edward and I had talked about sneaking off somewhere, Vegas probably. Right now, it didn’t matter – I’d deal with the rumors later. For now, I just let Edward keep driving – pushing us farther from the world. Eventually, we'd have to go back to reality; plan a wedding and our future together. But for now, all that mattered was Edward and I and an endless, open road.

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The End

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