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Her Wedding Day
Fan Fiction by Cassandra Lowery
Disclaimer: All elements of the Twilight books are the
intellectual property of Stephanie Meyer. This derivative work is intended for
entertainment only and is not intended for profit. I only wish to play with her
characters and in her world....
She was
utterly breathtaking.
Sure, she
wobbled just a little as she started down the aisle on her father's arm. Only
my sharpened sight noticed the slight catch in her stride and the nervous
tightening of her hand on Charlie's arm.
But that
was my Bella.
She was
concentrating on each step so hard, her face strangely serious. I couldn't help
smirking just slightly at her worried expression; tripping over her own feet
was her greatest fear this day...not the fact that she was marrying a
non-human, mythical being, a dangerous beast in the form of a man.
No, wedding
herself to a monster did not concern my Bella in the least, of course. As long
as she didn't fall, she'd be fine. I smiled wryly; my girl was an
extraordinarily fearless woman.
No matter
how long I lived, I would never deserve her—such an entrancing combination of
strength and fragility, of fierce loyalty and abiding love.
I felt my
love for her swell my heart.
I had never
loved her so much as I did at this very moment.
Once she
raised her eyes from the ground on which she carefully stepped, her beautiful
brown eyes latched onto mine, and I could see nothing else.
I'm sure
that her dress was perfect—lovely and graceful on her slim form, modestly
outlining her curves in a way that would drive me distracted later.
Later...much
later...I would peel that dress off of my beloved, and slowly, surely, we would
become one in body as we were becoming one in heart, mind, and soul in mere moments.
But I
couldn't focus on her dress now; I could only see her warm, chocolate
eyes—melted chocolate—as warmth and emotion filled them. I could feel my own
eyes burning oddly, too.
Our love
was like that...full, warm, complete.
It seemed
as though it took hours for Charlie to walk his daughter down the aisle, but it
was only a few seconds.
But
somehow, during the passage of these mere seconds, I changed...from a boy to a
man. My age and appearance may remain the same, but I would never be a boy
again.
I was
ready, so ready, to step up and become the husband of Isabella Marie Swan.
After
seeming eons of gazing deeply into each others' souls as she drew ever nearer
on her father's arm, she was here.
At my side.
Forever.
Charlie
slowly removed her trembling hand from his arm, and, giving me one last glare
of warning to never hurt his angel, he placed her hand in my much larger one,
clasping our joined hands together inside both of his in silent blessing.
My eyes
burned again with the depth of my emotion at the fierce love in Charlie Swan's
eyes for Bella shone forth as his only daughter prepared to give up his name
and take mine instead.
I nodded to
him, acknowledging his warning...and promising with earnest eyes to cherish
her, always.
He nodded
back, his face severe with emotion, sealing our covenant.
He may be
only human, but Charlie would hunt me down and kill me (or at least attempt to
do so) if I ever let Bella down.
And I
wouldn't.
Ever....
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