Just the way I'd imagined it
Its just before Bella and Edward's wedding and both of them are going crazy with nerves.
This is my first story, so be nice
3. The Confrontation
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Though Edward kept his promise by making sure to see me everyday, I would hardly say that we really got to spend much time together over the next few days. Renee and Phil arrived two days before the wedding and we went over to the Cullen's for cocktails the night of their arrival.
Esme and Carlisle were gracious hosts as always, and Renee seemed to warm up to them immediately. While the parents chatted in the living room, Edward stealthily stole me away into the dining room. When we were finally alone, we pushed me against the wall by the door and crushed his lips to mine, kissing me deeply, the excitement of our stolen kiss making my pulse pound. He pulled away and looked down at me with that familiar smoldering fire in his eyes. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he kissed me again, pressing his body against mine with a ferocity that almost frightened me, but sent my pulse racing.
"Edward?" Carlisle's melodic voice interrupted our embrace from the next room. We broke apart, both of us breathless.
"Coming!" he called back. We glanced at each other and started laughing uncontrollably together for a brief moment. Then he steadied himself, took a deep breath, took me by the hand and walked us back into the living room where Renee, Phil and the Cullens were waiting for us.
"Sweetheart, I think we're going to head back to the hotel," Renee said to me as Edward and I walked back into the room. I went over to hug her and Phil goodbye and walked with Carlisle and Esme as they escorted them to the door.
"Bella, honey, you should probably head home as well, its going to be a busy day tomorrow," Esme cooed as we watched them pull off down the lane. Of course she was right, and despite my urge to never leave Edward's side, I said my goodbyes to my new family and Edward walked me to my car. When Carlisle and Esme had gone inside and Edward and I were alone in the dark by my Guardian, that wonderful smoldering look in his eyes returned. I couldn't help but smile, my giddiness was starting to get the best of me and his playful teasing was beginning to be too much for my reserved attitude.
"Just one more day now, Mrs. Cullen," he whispered in my ear. I smiled as I wrapped my arms around his neck, the sound of those words made me feel like someone had released a million angry butterflies inside my stomach, their wings batting wildly against my insides.
He opened my car door and guided me into the driver seat. I looked up at him and he was still smiling mischievously as he closed the car door and disappeared inside. Once I was alone, I exhaled loudly and sank into the soft black leather of the seat, before starting the engine. I carefully drove down the twisting drive back to the main road. It was nearly midnight, and the clouds kept the moon hidden along with much of its light. The only light that could be seen was my headlights, and the fluorescent glow from my dashboard. I didn't turn on the radio and just listened to the sound of the road beneath my tires. I drove slower than usual, enjoying finally having some peace of mind and the gentle silence inside the car.
I jumped and swerved slightly on the road when my cell phone started to chime from the passenger seat, cutting a wide gash in the soothing silence. I fumbled in the dark to flip open the tiny thing. I looked at the screen to see a number I didn't recognize. I had programmed the numbers of all of the people I wanted to talk to into the phone's memory, so my first reaction was to not answer, thinking that it was probably just a wrong number. But after a few rings, curiosity got the best of me, so I mashed a button and pressed the phone to my ear.
"Hello?" I asked, not expecting anything more than a simple ‘click' when the person on the other end of the line realized I wasn't the person he was trying to reach.
"Hey, Bells," a familiar, kind voice answered back.
It took me a moment to swallow the lump that had suddenly risen in my throat. "Jacob?" was all I could stammer out.
"Who else?" I could tell that he was trying to keep his voice light, but there was definitely something lurking beneath the surface of just a casual chat. A few painstaking moments passed with neither of us speaking. Finally, he broke the silence.
"Umm... listen, I-. I mean I just-" he broke off and without thinking I let all of the anxiety and frustration that had built up inside of me in his absence bubble over my already overfilled plate.
"What the hell, Jake?" I spat, angry tears burning my eyes.
"I-" he tried to answer back but I cut him off.
"Save it! Do you have any idea what it's been like with you gone? I had no idea where you were, if you were okay. You could have been dead somewhere and nobody would have even known!" I was shouting now, hot tears spilling down my cheeks. It took me completely by surprise when I heard him trying to stifle a laugh on the other end of the phone.
"You don't think I could take care of myself for a few days? Besides, if I had died in some freak accident that I wasn't already equipped to handle, Sam would have known." The laugh was still in his voice and I could hear him smiling.
"A couple of days? Try a couple of weeks, Jake!" I shouted back.
"Lets not get hung up on the details, Bella," he laughed again. "Besides, you can blame your fiancé," he spoke the word with venomous articulation, "for sending me over the edge anyway."
"What are you talking about?" I hissed through a clinched jaw, trying in vain to keep anymore tears from spilling out.
"Hmm, I thought he'd have told you by now. Since he hasn't, I guess he didn't expect me to come back so soon," the amusement was clearly rising in his voice.
"Damn it, Jake! What are you talking about?" I shouted again as I killed the engine of the car in front of Charlie's house.
"He sent me an invitation," he said, a tone of seriousness taking over. "I guess he thought he was ‘doing the right thing' by inviting me. Probably thought he was just one upping me again by being the nice guy," he scoffed.
"That still doesn't explain why you left," I seethed.
"I freaked, okay! Even though I knew you'd made up your mind- I always knew, actually- this whole wedding thing seemed like something in the distant future, like it would never happen, or something. And then the invitation came and there was no ‘Bella' in any of it. I felt like, I don't know- like he was pushing you, like this wasn't really what you wanted, and no matter what I said or did, it wouldn't change anything. So, I left. It was easier to deal with what I was going through without having to see you." He finished with a sigh.
"You're right it wouldn't change anything," I replied, trying to make my voice sound as definite as I could, but still, I sighed. "It was Edward's idea to get married, yes. And no, I wasn't happy about it at first, but it was what had to be done in order for us to be together. But you know what? The more I think about being a wife- his wife, Jake, the more I can hardly wait for the rest of my life to finally get started." I couldn't stay mad at him, and I couldn't keep secrets from my best friend either. Besides, he deserved to know the truth of it all, anyway.
I could hear him breathing on the other end of the line, but he remained silent for a few agonizing moments.
"I haven't decided whether or not to come," he finally said, his voice distinctly somber. "I thought I'd wait to see what you wanted before I made my decision."
"Oh Jake, you know I'd love to have you there. You're my best friend, for God's sake! But I also know that it would be really hard for you, which is why I didn't invite you myself. Come if you want, but if you decide not to, I'll understand." My own resolve startled me a bit; there was absolutely no doubt behind what I had just said, perhaps for the first time in months.
"I'll keep that in mind," he said, sounding defeated.
"Goodnight, Jake. I hope I see you soon." I hung up the phone before he had a chance to respond. I sat in the car in the dark for several minutes, letting the reality of my conversation with Jacob to sink in completely. In truth, I was proud of myself, really; proud for finally making my decision final, in words and in action. I knew that I'd hurt Jacob, and I hated that, but it was a necessary evil.
Finally I got out of the car and walked up the front steps into the house. Charlie had already gone to bed, all the lights in the house were off, except one lamp by the front window. I turned off the light and walked upstairs in the dark. All I wanted to do was sleep, to make tomorrow come more quickly, so that my wedding day would be that much closer. I opened the door to my bedroom and gasped when I saw Edward sitting on my bed.
In half a second's time, he was standing in front of me, his arms wrapped securely my waist. "I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to startle you." My heart restarted and I exhaled in relief. He kissed my cheek soothingly and pulled me close to his chest. "I hated to see you leave tonight," he whispered against my hair. I smiled and melted in his frozen arms. He scooped me up in his arms, my legs slung effortlessly over one arm, the other cradling my torso against his chest, my head coming to rest on his shoulder. I didn't protest at all, because this was exactly the position I needed to be in at that moment, I needed my will power fortified with his presence.
He carried me over to my bed, and gently laid me down on the old faded quilt. He sat on the edge of the bed next to me and began stroking my hair and forehead. "I love you, Bella," he said, his voice dripping with sincerity.
"I love you, too," I responded, suddenly feeling my eye lids drooping with fatigue.
"Sleep now, love," he whispered as he slowly and deliberately slid on the bed next to me, wrapping his arms securely around me. "I'll still be here in the morning," he promised. "I'll always be here."
I smiled in the darkness, forgetting that I was still in my jeans, forgetting I still had my boots on, forgetting that I had rebroken Jacob's heart. All that mattered was that I was one day closer to becoming Edward's wife; one day closer to my new life. I took a deep breath and quickly fell into a deep, peaceful sleep in my true love's arms.