I look up/you're standing next to me/what a feeling/got a feeling in my soul/love burns brighter than sunshine/let the rain fall I don't care/I'm yours and suddenly you're mine/and it's brighter than sunshine/Love will remain a mystery but give me your hand and you will see/your heart is keeping in time with me
As predicted by the werewolves—don't ask Bella how they do it—the sun was a clear bright sphere in the sky that was almost a clear blue and the ocean sparkled brightly like rows of diamonds.
She didn't trip and fall flat on her face like she dreamed last night.
Whenever she looked up, he was there looking at her with love in his eyes. Wherever she looked, there were familiar faces; dear and beloved. Renee was laughing with Emily, Billy and Charlie was discussing the game with Phil.
Oh, she knew some people were talking about her earlier mis-wedding—how Quil titled it—which gave her thoughts about sewing a letter on her chest but after the earlier fiasco where Seth poured—accidentally of course—grape juice on the back of some old bitty's dress, they did it far away from them which was find with her.
The dress she wore was a simple baby doll cut made out of white organdy and satin, it clung to her slim figure in wispy layers. Her little bouquet were bright yellow fresh dandelions, picked just this morning by Jacob himself who—she laughed as she remembered—waved it from behind the small crack of the door while Leah and Emily shouted threats at him if he so much as took a peek. It was tied with a yellow string pulled through tiny pieces of shells where it tinkled cheerfully with every move she made. He was wearing a black short jacket and black pants over a cream colored shirt and a gold tie with brown undertones that matched well with his tawny skin and dark eyes. His hair was in a pony tail very much like when they first met and it made her smile.
Of course, he had already taken off the jacket and the tie hung half mast around his neck, the two top buttons of his shirt were open. It was a miracle that he wore it as long as it did, and she didn't mind. Sighing, she looked up at the cliffs that loomed overhead, squinting against the sunlight.
The wedding was beyond everything she wished for and life as she knew it; perfect. If there was any regret, it was that she couldn't share it with the people she also considered family but she knew they would be happy for her. He would be happy for her.
Her eyes swept back to the white tent where her—her heart shudder with giddiness whenever she thought of the word—husband was talking with his brothers over—what else?—food.
She fell in love with a boy and married the man.
A man who loved her despite her many flaws. She would never take his big heart and capability to accept her the way she was for granted. Looking back, she realized that it was impossible for her not to fall in love with him, and it made sense why she didn't realize that she already had.
Her love for Edward was something out of fairy tales; fireworks and slaying dragons. It came with explosions, magic and definite outcomes.
What she had with Jacob was nothing like that because they started out as friends when they were both human. It was a love made out of a million conversation, a thousand laughs, and a hundred secret smiles. A love that came silently with every exchanged glance, flowed steadily with every minute spent together and rooted strongly with every shared secret.
The minute she realized that she was in love with him, it was too late to do anything about it.
She remembered how certain he was about his feelings and chuckled at the thought.
She jumped when two warm hands circled her waist. "What is so funny?"
She tilted her head up to look at him. "Haven't you learned to not sneak up on me?"
"I took the chance since I didn't see your trusty mop."
She turned in his arms. "I was just remembering some things."
"What things."
"About how certain you were that I was in love with you."
"Ah, the good old times."
Bella rolled her eyes. "You know, maybe I should wore the heels, I'm getting a crick in my neck looking up at you like this."
He grinned. "That can be rectified."
Her eyes widened. "Oh, no. No, Jacob."
Charlie sighed when he watched Jacob lift her daughter into his embrace so their eyesight lined up and started to sway in place, the bright chimes of her daughter's laughter rose above the sound of crashing waves. "Does this surprise you at all?" He asked his best friend.
Billy shrugged. "Of course it does, though it shouldn't, I supposed. Jacob always manage to get what he wants, eventually."
"For all it's worth, I'm glad you're my in-law, Bill."
Billy grinned. "Likewise."
Billy tried to ignore them, but Sam's contrived cough was getting louder and louder, loud enough to get Charlie's attention.
"Say, Sam. You okay, there?" He asked him.
Emily hid a smile and patted her husband's back. "He probably choked on something."
Charlie crossed his ankles on a vacate log. "Well, hardly surprising the way you boys inhaled the food. No wonder all of you are so big. I nearly had a heart attack when I saw how fast Jacob grew."
Billy sighed when the pack shot him a 'get it over with' looks. "Yeah, about that. I have something to tell you about Jacob, about the boys really."
Charlie chuckled into his beer. "You're not going to tell me they did something illegal, are you? They're taking steroids or something?"
He winced and scratched his chin. "I should've told to you before the wedding, I suppose but, well, you know how our kids are, they would've probably got through with it anyway so why bother?"
Charlie wrinkled his brow. "They're not really a gang, are they?"
Billy chuckled nervously and from the choked laughter from the spot where the pack was gathered—near the buffet table—they heard that, too. "Well, you ever hear about our legends?"
"You have legends?"
"Well, it goes like this…"
Bella raise a brow when Jacob winced. "What is it?"
"My dad is telling Charlie."
"Telling my dad what?" Bella spine instantly straightened. "You mean, telling, telling?"
"Do you think he would shoot me?"
"Considered the things that I was involved with and hid from him, I'm more worried that he would shoot me."
They looked at each other, as one turned and without exchanging a single word, ran away. Their steps weaved through the laughter of the pack and of the loud claps of their guests.
Since she wasn't wearing any shoes—he wasn't wearing any shoes either but he was used to it—he lifted her in his arms only to plop her on the back of his bike, their bags already tied to it. He gunned the engine and within seconds they were flying away. "So, where to?"
She tossed her head back and laughed. "Anywhere."
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