Two Months Later …
“Edward, you’re going to wear a hole into the wood,”
Carlisle, my best man, quipped. “I know you’re anxious to say ‘I do,’ but
pacing like a caged animal is not going to make time go by faster.”
“Anxious is putting it mildly,” I deadpanned. “This past two
months have flown by. Ava is growing like a weed and I just want Bella to be my
wife. I want us to truly start our lives together, as a family. I just feel
like if both of them have my name, that nothing can take them away.”
“No one is taking your happiness away,” Peter smiled. “You
just need to enjoy your wedding day. It’s gorgeous outside and in less than
fifteen minutes, Bella will be walking down the aisle to you.”
“Edward just wants to get laid,” Emmett snorted. I scowled
at him, tossing a pillow at him. Jasper smacked him upside the head. “What? You
were bitching that you were horny while we were running this morning.” Both of
them were groomsmen for the wedding.
“Yeah, I’m horny, but I’ve got a newborn,” I said. “Sex is
the farthest thing on our minds.” Liar,
liar, pants on fire. Bella got the thumbs up from her gynecologist earlier
this week and me, acting like a horny teenager, wanted to be with her in the
worst way. She looked at me the same way, but Ava was still puking up
everything she ate and not sleeping well. Sex was truly the farthest thing on
our minds.
Until tonight.
Carlisle, Elizabeth and Charlie were taking care of Ava
while Bella and I were having a weekend away at the Seattle Swan Boutique
B&B, in one of the contemporary villas. Bella was terrified that Ava was
going to be a mess while we were gone, but my mom said that while we adored our
daughter, we had to make our relationship a priority. And our wedding was
definitely a moment for our relationship to become number one. So, Rose packed
a bag for Bella and made all of the arrangements.
“Edward, it’s time,” said Liam, poking his head into the
groom’s suite.
We were getting married on the same land as the B&Bs.
The wedding was being held in one of the more rustic villas with a large
backyard. I was in the lower bedroom that acted as the groom’s suite. Bella was
upstairs in the master bedroom getting ready with her bridesmaids, Alice,
Jessica and Rose, who was her maid of honor.
I went outside and stood at the altar. It was gorgeous, set
back against the wooded land of the villa. The chairs were white with pale blue
decorations, flowers and ribbons. I escorted my mom down the aisle as the
string quartet played a beautiful song written by Jasper. I kissed her on the
cheek, standing next to Liam, who was acting as our officiant. Jessica and
Emmett came out first. The music continued and Alice and Jasper floated down
the aisle. He was dressed similarly to me, with a light gray suit and pale blue
tie. Alice had on a flowy dress in the same shade of blue as our ties. She held
a bouquet made of hydrangea, roses and flowers I didn’t recognize in shades of
blue, peach, pink and white.
Rose was escorted by Carlisle, carrying Ava in her arms. My
daughter was in a white dress with pale blue bow around her waist and around
her reddish curls. When she saw me, she squealed, reaching for me. I took her
from Rose’s arms, cradling my sweet baby girl. “You can’t get married holding
your kid, Edward,” Carlisle quipped.
“I’ll hold her until Bella’s here,” I said, my fingers gliding
along her pale, alabaster skin. “Did you see Mommy? Is she beautiful like a
princess?”
Ava cooed, her feet kicking excitedly. Mom got up as the
music changed into another gorgeous Jasper original, taking Ava from me. Our
guests stood up and I looked down the aisle. Bella was on her father’s arm. Her
dress was strapless, cinched at the waist with pale blue chiffon falling away
from her body. Her dress was elegant, but casual and fun. Her hair was curled with
a sparkling headband. She held a large bouquet, mainly white but with blue,
pink and peach accents.
My breath was blown away at how gorgeous she looked. My Bella was beautiful wearing sweatpants and my button-downs. But, seeing her in wedding dress, walking down the aisle to me, to become my wife.
