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A New Life

Summary:
My version of Breaking Dawn, attempting to stay very close to what the REAL Breaking Dawn will be like. No crazy random plots and made up characters!!!!!! :] UPDATE- the chapters have titles!


Notes:


2. Chapter 2- Wife

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The last rays of the sun hit me as I took my first step. The doors were thrown wide open so that the light blinded me and Charlie and I started to walk down the aisle. Alice had done a truly amazing job. The rows were long white benches with red roses on the end, and every person was turned around in their seats to see me.

Soft music was playing, and my hands sagged around the lilies in my hand as I realized it was my lullaby. It was Jasper on the piano, and though he was not quite as talented as Edward, the song still brought tears to my eyes. The aisle was left bare to expose the soft green grass and the pink rose petals Alice had scattered across it. I found myself slipping out of my uncomfortable heels to walk barefoot. We kept pace with the music as I looked around the crowd at those who had come. I saw my mom, up front as a bridesmaid with Rosalie and Alice, as well as Angela, Jessica, Mike, Tyler, Eric, even Lauren, as well as tons of family members and faces I recognized from school. They were all smiling, happy, and I couldn’t help feeling overjoyed. I was sharing this moment with everyone I cared about. I saved the best look for last as I raised my head to see Edward.

The sun had set just behind him, and the cool twilight air blew against his perfect face. He was in a sleek black tuxedo, and his hair was tousled the way I loved it. His bright opal eyes gleamed as he took me in, the knowledge that we would soon be together forever making his every feature vibrant and alive. But the best part was his beautiful, lovely, perfect crooked smile, that spoke louder than any words, saying, no, screaming, I love you.

My heart went crazy. It had been 2 years, and I still felt the same wrench in my stomach, the same tingle of color coming to my cheeks, the same longing and want to curl into his arms and stay with him forever. Charlie and I took the last few steps towards the podium, the last few steps to Edward, and I practically wrenched myself from my dad to jump into those marble arms. I surprised myself by mentally thanking Alice for making me do this; I knew that walk would be something I’d never forget.

Carlisle was marrying us; he had gotten a marriage license for the occasion. I listened to every word he said, hanging on with every moment. About halfway through one of Carlisle’s particularly long rants I leaned towards Edward.

“Scared?” I whispered. He turned and grinned at me, and then gave me a serious look.

“Shush. I want to pay attention to my wedding.” I giggled, and we turned our attention back to Carlisle.

For some reason I looked out into the audience, to the back. There was Jacob, looking ragged in a shirt and torn up pants as if he’d been running for weeks. He looked somber, but he smiled when our eyes met. I couldn’t believe my eyes; I’d hoped he’d come, but I didn’t think it would actually happen. He gave me thumbs up. I smiled. But his expression broke, and he waved and turned around to leave. It was a final goodbye, and I understood; wherever life took him, I knew he would be happy, one day.

“Do you, Edward Anthony Mason Cullen, take Isabella Marie Swan to be your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do you part?”

“I do.” Edward’s voice was soft, melodic, and soothing.

“And do you, Isabella Marie Swan, take Edward Anthony Mason Cullen to be your husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do you part?”

I didn’t hesitate, and I didn’t stutter. I spoke the words I’d truly been anticipating all night.

“I do.”Carlisle smiled, “I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

I leapt into Edward’s arms and kissed him. I heard the clapping of those around us, but all I could feel were his lips, his arms around me, the arms of my husband. Edward took my hand and we turned to face the world as husband and wife.