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.
22. Chapter 22: Reception
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I chewed my nail nervously, as I watched the water of the fountain spill over into the bigger bowl and then into the small pool, with great intent.
Suddenly, Edward's arms wrapped around me from behind, his chin rested on my bare shoulder, and he kissed it softly, trailing his lips over to the side of my neck, up to my ear, which he kissed before whispering, "What's the matter?"
I leaned into him and shook my head.
"You're such a liar," he accused, "Come on, Bella, the one thing I can see with you is your lies."
I rolled my eyes, "I'm fine, Edward." I turned around, in his arms, wrapping my arms around his waist, and resting my forehead against his chin, before continuing on, "It's just that--Jake didn't come. None of them did."
Edward straightened up and nodded, sympathetically, obviously misunderstanding my nerves for regret. "I know. I am so sorry, Bella. He should've been there, at the very least for you."
I shook my head more fiercely this time, "No, I'm over that; if Jacob wants to be a brat, that's his business. I'm just--they've been so adamant about this very thing not happening. I expected them to try to sabotage our wedding and ruin everything. Don't get me wrong; I'm glad they didn't; it just worries me. They're not exactly the type to give up this easily. Why would they?"
He shrugged, "I don't know. Quite frankly, I don't care. I married you today; I'm not going to let anything ruin that; especially not a pathetic tool like Jacob Black."
I laughed, "Good point."
"Besides, we have our strategies worked out. If they attack, we'll be ready for them; you have nothing to worry about."
"No...you don't. I assure you; everything will be perfect....Okay?" He kissed my lips softly and then readjusted a strand of hair that was out of place on my head.
I smiled, "Okay."
"Now, let's go; they're ready for us to cut the cake."
My eyes widened and I gasped, "Oh, no! The cake! I forgot about that; what are we going to do?"
He smirked, "First, breathe; second, it may be customary that the bride and groom feed each other the cake at the reception, but there is no written law that says it actually has to go into the mouth, in fact, that's frowned upon. I will feed you your piece, as custom, and you will pretend to feed me mine, miss, and put it on my face."
He smiled proudly, like a five-year-old child, who figured out a puzzle. I chuckled at how adorable he looked and said, "Sounds reasonable, I guess."
He took my arm, kissed my temple, and said, "Very good," before leading me to the cake.
When we made it to the cake, he turned me to face him, and said, "All right. Let's do this." He picked up the knife, sighed, and whispered, "You better be careful," before handing it to me.
Carlisle was taping us and chuckling, "Come on, Edward. I think she's proven herself ready to handle a knife."
I grimaced and took the knife from Edward. Then, I made to cut out a piece, but Edward protested, "Ah-ah-ah! Bigger."
I moaned irritably and widened the knife to make the slice bigger. Then, I set the knife down and picked up the cake.
Edward opened his mouth, as part of the charade, and I raised it slowly to pretend to feed it to him. With a quick twitch of his head, the cake was being smeared into his face.
I laughed and wiped the frosting all over his chin and nose and dropped crumbs into his hair and some even fell into his eyebrows.
He grimaced and stifled a gag at the smell, but covered it up with a laugh.
Alice was standing at the front of the crowd, laughing, "All right, Bella! Good call." I smiled at her and she gave me an approving nod. "Okay, Edward...be nice." Alice said.
He looked over at her, smirked, and nodded at what she was thinking. Then, he picked up the knife and cut my piece.
He then raised it to feed it to me and I opened my mouth and tilted my head to make it easier.
He lowered it to my mouth and I took a small bite before he put the rest of it all over my face and neck.
I choked on the bite I had taken, out of surprise, and cringed as he wiped frosting all over me. He even put some on my arms.
"You're mean," I said, through a mouthful of cake. He laughed and the crowd burst into cheers and applause.
I swallowed and then we kissed. I sucked some frosting off of his lips and the teardrop above his upper lip.
We pulled away and hugged, both laughing.
Alice then said, into the microphone, which had annoying become her best friend tonight, "Well, let's let them get cleaned up then we'll have the bride and groom dance. Talk amongst yourselves for now." Everyone laughed and obliged.
"Let's go," Edward whispered, into my hair, leading me away.
When we turned the corner, he grabbed me and slammed me passionately against the wall before kissing me eagerly yet lovingly at the same time. He tightened one arm around my waist, squeezed it, and the other hand traced up my arm, and he began wiping frosting off my shoulder and neck.
He leaned in further to deepen the kiss and I whimpered as our tongues entwined instinctively.
I arched my back and pulled him in closer to me, enjoying this while it lasted.
He brought the arm that was around my waist back around and traced that hand up my other arm, encircled his hands around my shoulders, squeezed them passionately, and effortlessly hoisted me up higher as his lips trailed down to my neck.
His hands moved up the clean the cake off my face while he kissed my neck, which was pretty impressive, considering my multitasking always got thrown off by him.
One of my arms was wound around his neck, my fingers buried in his hair, playing with it. My other hand was tracing the inside of his arm: every curve, every muscle, every unique contour of it; my fingers were memorizing the very shape of his arm just as his lips were memorizing the exact taste and texture of the skin of my throat.
"I love you," I managed to choke out, before sighing and pulling him in closer to me.
Catching me by surprise, the tip of his cool tongue, beginning at the top of my shoulder, traced the skin all the way up the side of my neck, licking off the frosting.
Then, he moved his lips to mine and I immediately sucked it off for him and we simply kissed for the next few minutes. He eventually said, against my lips, "It doesn't taste half bad when I have you to compensate."
I chuckled into his mouth and kissed him deeper. Suddenly, Edward started and pulled away frantically as Emmett ran into us and said, "Edward, Alice is losing it. You need to--argh, NO! I'm so sorry."
"Emmett!" Edward said, threateningly, and Emmett scurried off, looking amused.
Edward closed his eyes, irritated, "He's right. We better clean up." He wiped off the cake that was remaining on me and assured me, "Only a couple more hours. We're getting closer."
I was still too delirious, so I nodded, took his face in my hands, and kissed every inch of his face, sucking off crumbs and frosting wherever they were.
Then, I planted a soft kiss on his lips and scoffed, "I can't wait anymore; haven't I been tortured long enough?"
He smiled his crooked smile and said, "Seems like it, doesn't it?" He caressed my face and said, "I promise you: we dance, open our presents, greet the guests--then, we're out of here, free to go."
"It still seems like too much."
"You have no idea." He said, staring at me. He caressed my cheek with the back of his hand, kissed the tip of my nose, and then said, "Come on. Alice will never forgive us if we bail now."
I whined, but followed nonetheless.
We made it to the dance floor, he took me in his arms, and we danced to my lullaby, as could be expected.
"Nothing else would have been good enough for you," he told me as it began.
I buried my face in his chest, chuckled, looked up at him, and said, "Thank you."
He smiled down at me and kissed my hair. He swayed me along to the song and I felt so perfect, as if I really did belong with him, for once in my life.
The rest of the night passed in a blur and before I knew it, we were saying good-bye to the final guests and preparing to leave.
"Told you," he said, smugly.
"Yeah, yeah; shut up and get me home." I said, eagerly.
He chuckled and said, "All right." He scooped me up and, in a blur ,we were running back to his house.
- Chapter 1: Nerves
- Chapter 2: Confessions
- Chapter 3: Choice
- Chapter 4: Hostage
- Chapter 5: Rescue
- Chapter 6: Inscription
- Chapter 7: Negotiations
- Chapter 8: Rage
- Chapter 9: Endless Conflict
- Chapter 10: Nightmare or Vision?
- Chapter 11: Reassurances
- Chapter 12: Confusion
- Chapter 13: Tension to Reconciliation
- Chapter 14: Assurances
- Chapter 15: Parting
- Chapter 16: Rosalie VS. the Werewolves
- Chapter 17: Torture and Rescue
- Chapter 18: Resolutions
- Chapter 19: Waking Up
- Chapter 20: I do, but I don't
- Chapter 21: We do
- Chapter 22: Reception
- Chapter 23: Possession
- Chapter 24: Depossession
- Chapter 25: Perfection
- Chapter 26: Bliss
- Chapter 27: Unexpected
- Chapter 28: Final Good-byes
- Chapter 29: Inevitablility
- Chapter 30: De Ja Vu
- Chapter 31: Surprise
- Chapter 32: Beginning
- Chapter 33: Solution
- Chapter 34: Training
- Chapter 35: Strategy
- Chapter 36: War
- Chapter 37: Over
- Chapter 38: Breathe
- Chapter 39: Hunting
- Chapter 40: Compelled
- Chapter 41: Utopia
- Chapter 42: Caught
- Chapter 43: Shower for Two
- Chapter 44: Cleaning Up
- Chapter 45: Forever
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