Lucky I'm in love with my best friend/lucky to have been where I have been/lucky to be coming home again/lucky we're in love in everyway/lucky we have stayed where we have stayed
Song: Lucky by Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat
"Jacob, I give up. I can't do this." Bella wailed and threw the pile of papers into the air. Jacob who was sitting on a couch behind her, fiddling with a mangled radio in his arms laughed. "Let Emily deal with it, she'll love to do it."
"Emily is seven months pregnant; she shouldn't do anything like this." She scowled at the schedule and lists like they were the spawn of the devil. "This is torture."
"I told you, we should just elope. We'll pack a few things, jump on my motorcycle and ride off into the sunset."
She groaned and lied back on top of the papers, wrinkling them on purpose. "You have no idea how good that sounds."
"Might as well go along with a honeymoon, we go where we want, do what we want."
She grinned. "Live like beach bums."
Jacob laughed. "We'll see how much beaches we can go to on our two week holiday.
She sighed. "If only."
He raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"
Bella sneaked a reprimanding glance at him. "You know why. Billy is an elder, Charlie is the sheriff, our family is all here and I can't do that to Renee."
He shrugged. "True."
Bella tried to pep talked herself into redoing the lists but got caught in his faraway expression. "What?"
A slow smile appeared on his face. "You know what we could do."
She really had no idea what he was thinking but she couldn't help but smile. "What?"
"We could do it at the beach."
She laughed. "Jacob. A beach wedding, at Forks?"
"The weather will clear up, it's spring."
"Spring in Forks is still cold." She pursed her lips. "And not all of us are freakishly warm."
He grinned, he slid down the couch and crawled towards her. "No, hear me out. I can already picture you in simple white dress, standing on the beach with the sand between our toes, the sound of waves at the background."
"Sand between our toes?" She smiled.
"Well, yeah. I won't put you in high heels, Bells. You're already a menace in sneakers; can you imagine how you'd walk on sand in high heels?"
Both of them winced.
"Good point." She acknowledged.
"So?"
She blinked. "So, what?"
"Are we having it at the beach?"
She smiled softly. "It does sound lovely and it is where we first met."
Jacob laughed. "Yeah, wow. I didn't think of that."
She kissed his cheek. "The beach it is then and I already know how I want the invitations to look like."
He raised his brows. "How?"
It took them a week but it was worth it, she loved it and because she did, Jacob did too, he also thought it was a cool idea.
Jacob threw an arm around Bella as they took the Rabbit for a very early morning ride, their invitations in a box at the backseat, clinking cheerfully with the silent rumble of the engine. For weeks, they've conspired in a veil of secrecy from their family and friends, doing the invitations themselves, and what choice do they have either than to deliver it themselves also as to not ruin the surprise. They've reached Billy's house and Jacob reached to the backseat and pulled out an invitation.
Bella admired the green bluish color of the bottle—only one of the many they salvaged, cleaned and polished—and the rolled, slightly ripped and burned—for effect—paper inside it. "The first one." She pushed it to him. You do it."
He leaned down to press a gentle kiss on her smiling lips. "I love you."
She kissed him once, twice. "I love you, too."
They spent the morning driving around town, delivering their treasure maps and spent the rest of the afternoon taking calls about it.
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