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Being Her

A series of one-shots in Claire's perspective throughout the series For Her.

Um, will not go in any order. they come as i get bored enough to write them. PSSSTTT if you want a new story, go review with her!

64. Wedding I

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I breathe deeply and slowly. My head is spinning. I think Alice pulled the back of the dress just a little too tight. Or I could just be nervous.

Frankly, that’s probably it.

Sam’s holding my arm cautiously, like he’s trying to stop me from falling down. That’s very helpful, since I can’t quite figure out how to stand up. I think it’s nerves. Bella said this was supposed to be normal. But that’s about all I can think about before there’s an organ playing and the door’s opening.

The music is loud and gentle and slow and I breathe in, breathe out, breathe in. Sam pushes the door open with one hand, and I smile at him as I step through.

My eyes open wider. Wow, it’s beautiful. Alice has shoved pearls and white fabric across every surface. Looking at the perfect cream strands of circles across the wall, I remember.

A dark beach, a navy sky, the perfect tiny moon a pearl shape in the sky, Quil’s warm arms around me, his soft voice in my ear, telling me I can trust him, I can tell him, and he’ll make everything all right…

Suddenly I’m not afraid. I breathe again, feel the air rush in, rush out. I turn through the door and let my eyes glance up and down the white-paved aisle.

The pews are full, packed with familiar faces in beautiful clothing, the ceilings and walls dripping with Alice’s handiwork. The organ’s playing a traditional wedding march, and at the end of that long aisle… I let my eyes trace it, and slowly tilt them up the perfect body of the man in the black tuxedo.

Quil stands there, his shoulders tense, his jaw set, a careful smile on his face. Then I look into his eyes and all his fear fades away.

No nervousness, no guilt, no sorrow. Nothing but love in a single moment that lasts forever.

My cousin, Sam and Emily’s little daughter Leah, darts out in front of me. She’s in a white dress, scattering pink petals in the path. I step forward, following the trail, keeping my eyes locked on Quil’s.

Oh my God. I’m getting married. This very second, I’m marrying Quil.

I smile. It’s invisible beneath the floor-length veil I wear, but it reassures me. I know I’m doing the right thing. I’m not afraid. What is there to fear?

As I walk down that aisle, I know. This is going to make him happy. It’s going to make me happy, too. He won’t pressure me for anything I’m not ready to give him, and he’ll take whatever I offer and give me everything I need. Nothing will ever hurt me again. Not while Quil’s there to protect me.

I am almost to him now, just a few more steps. I can see the impatience on his face and, smiling, I slow my step more.

He sticks his tongue out at me, heedless of the cameras and the audience. I laugh aloud as he blushes furiously.

I hear a camera click, and I grin beneath the veil. Oh, Quil.

Then I’m there, suddenly, stepping up onto the altar, Sam’s arm dropping from mine as I step up and hear the words begin.