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My Idea for Breaking Dawn: The Ultimate War

The werewolves refuse to allow Bella to marry Edward and become a vampire. They are willing to do anything--ANYTHING--to stop that from happening. More barriers threaten to keep Bella and Edward from acquiring their ultimate happiness and they must once again fight for what they want--what they NEED.


20. Chapter 20: I do, but I don't

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"Alice, I feel like I am wasting my life away here, are we DONE yet?! It's been like...a zillion hours!" I said, irritably, with my eyes closed because Alice deemed it necessary to put on enough hairspray so that even Niagra Falls couldn't budge the smallest strand of hair on my head.

"Five hours." She corrected, "And...you...are...done." She readjusted a strand of my hair and then spun me around to look at myself in the mirror.

I gasped: She had done an amazing job. I hardly recognized myself. That could not be my reflection looking back at me. My hair was up in an elegant do on my head, with half of it cascading down my back, and it had glitter all throughout it and there were some jewels on the top of my head. The curls up on my head were bigger and the other ones going down my back were looser and smaller. The part up on my head was decorated by the crown of my veil, which was pulled back for now, so I could see my face. My makeup was tastefully done and I had in some earrings of Edward's mother's that he had given to Alice. My dress, which was some designer dress that I didn't know--to me, it looked like any other wedding dress, but to Alice, it was the work of the world's best designers and was delicately and elegantly made specifically for my body--was a beautiful dress with no sleeves, cut down in an elegant neckline so that it elegantly accented my breasts, in a very tasteful manner. I had never really noticed them before now. I had glitter on the upper part of my chest and on my arms. The bottom part draped over the petticoat, making me look and feel like a princess or something, and it had jewels, which according to Alice, were individually handsewn into the fabric. I had never felt more beautiful...dare I call myself that.

Alice stood back to admire the work she had done and then she said, shaking her head, "I am good."

"You can work on your humility, Alice." I said, chuckling.

"And you can work on gaining some pride." She told me, "Are you honestly telling me you don't feel a little...PERFECT...right now?" She taunted.

I rolled my eyes, "You did a great job, Alice, you really did. I look..." I looked in the mirror again and then said, "Yeah...but I'm telling you I am not going to make it three steps in these freaking ten inch heels."

She said, "Oh, shush! You look gorgeous and you'll be fine. Charlie will walk slow and he won't let you fall and Edward will take you right from Charlie's arm. Relax."

I pictured walking down the aisle and stifled a gag. "Ugh, I think I'm going to puke."

I turned around, in search for a chair, and Alice brought one up for me and sat me down.

"Breathe, Bella." She began fanning my face with her hand and said, "If you puke on this dress, I might have to hurt you a little bit."

"I'm fine." I gasped.

"Sure...and that's why you suddenly lost all color in your face and look like you're about to hurl." She said, sarcastically, "Bella, what is the big deal? The ceremony lasts, at most, an hour. Are you seriously not willing to give Edward one lousy hour to say I do and let him kiss his bride?"

"That's not it at all...I do, I mean I am, I--" I broke off, caught my breath, and then shrugged, "I do, but I don't."

"Wanna explain that to me?" Alice asked, confused.

"It's just--I've never been the marrying type. It's just weird seeing me be so...married." I shuddered involuntarily and said, "I love Edward. And, I want to be with him; I just, I don't understand why he has to be so stubborn."

"You're one to talk." Alice said.

"Yeah. I know I'm frustrating...I just...it seems so soon. I'm not even 19 yet." I said, remembering that little detail.

"Edward gave you the option to wait longer, you refused it."

"Yeah, because I don't wanna be considered the 'old ball and chain'. I just wanna be with him; is that too much to ask? To have him forever without checking the Mrs. box?" I wasn't making any sense.

"Bella...do you want to call it off?" Alice asked, softly.

"No!" I said, immediately, "No, I don't."

"Then, you do. You'll marry Edward and forever later, you'll still be considered Mrs. Edward Cullen. That's just your title; that's not who you are."

"That's everything I am." I objected.

"Says WHO? Bella, marriage is not about losing your identity and being considered the little wife. It's about finding your equal and acknowledging that they are so. It's telling the whole world: 'I know who I am, I have everything I need in life, and I will love my spouse forever.' Well, us is forever, most do 'til death you part,' but same thing. Bella, Edward loves you."

"I know that."

"Then, know that he would never treat you as anything less than equal. He has never considered himself better than you. He considers you his everything and he needs you. You feel the same way about him, so what is the problem?"

I considered that before breathing a chuckle and saying, "Nothing. There is no problem. I'm just...paranoid."

"Understandable, considering what happened to Charlie and Renee. But, don't judge Edward because of their mistakes."

"I don't. I never did. I never doubted him; I doubted myself and my ability to go through with it."

"And...can you? Do you or don't you?"

"I do." I said, with a smile. I hugged her and said, "Thank you, Alice. I love you so much."

She chuckled, "Yay! I love you, too. Now, let's get you out there before we're late. Oh! And...here you go."

She handed me my bouquet, helped me up, and said, "Ready?"

I sighed and nodded, "Let's do it."

She raised her eyebrows, took my arm, and then led me to the door. She opened it, peeked out, and hissed, "ROSALIE! We're ready, let's go!"

After a few minutes, Alice looked back at me and said, "Okay, we're ready." She took my hand and led me out the door. Rosalie and Charlie met us and I forced a smile.

Rosalie was unsurprisingly stunning. I would never say this, but part of me was jealous. This was my wedding and no one would be looking at the bride when the bride's maids were both so gorgeous. She smiled, which made her even more beautiful, and said, "Wow! Bella, you look so beautiful."

I smiled, "Thank you."

Charlie looked like he was about to cry. "My little girl...I can't believe this day is here."

I hugged him and said, "You're not the only one."

"You've never looked more beautiful." He said, before kissing my cheek, and taking my arm.

I laughed once and then said, "Let's go."

The music began and Rosalie and Alice walked out of the room.

I sighed and Charlie led me to the doorway, before whispering, "Ready?"

"Uh-huh." I sounded pitiful, even to me.

"You're gonna do great. I know you will." He said, "And I promise you, I'll accept him as my son." He lowered my veil over my face and smiled.

"Thank you so much, Dad." I struggled to not cry.

"All right...let's go."