I stood frozen, Jake's hand in mine. He came. He actually came. I felt like I was glued to the floor, a statue frozen in time. "Jake?" That was all I could say. My mind went blank, we hadn't talked in weeks. "Hey Bells, you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." Jake says laughing. I tried to laugh with him, but my mouth didn't move. I was feeling so many emotions. Hate, happiness, sad, glad, and pissed. I didn't know which one to start with. He left. He came back. He didn't answer my text. He showed up. He didn't come to the ceremony. I looked up into his eyes, seeing all of our memories. Pain. Fear. Happiness. I tried to speak again. "Jake, you came." I said, my face still in shock. "Wouldn't miss it for the world. Just wish I was the one waiting at the altar." He says, as all the words start rushing out of my mouth. "You didn't answer my texts. Or my calls. I thought you hated me. I thought you never wanted to see me again. Now you just show up thinking it will all be better. I think you should go." I say, not even looking at him. "Bells, what's wrong. It's me. Your best friend." He says, trying to get me to look at him. "You were my best friend." I say turning around.
"Bells, wait. I didn't answer your texts because I didn't know what to say. I thought you would change your mind and realize I'm better for you, and we could actually have a normal life together." He says, grabbing my arm. I bursts. "Why did you even come here? To ruin everything like you always do?" I notice people starting to stare. "Are you trying to prove to me that your better for me? That I don't belong with him? I belong with him, and we will have a normal life." I say, turning and walking away. The tears that were pricking my eyes started to pour down my face. I felt someone wrap their arms around me. Edward. I turned around and cried into his chest. "You were right. He shouldn't have come." I say, as we start swaying side to side. I didn't let Jake ruin the night, I just stared at Edward and gawked at all his beauty realizing he was mine.
We were swaying back and forth, listen to the beautiful music. Alice comes up to me, and tries to pull me out of Edward's arms. "What Alice?" I say, my head resting on Edward's chest. "Everything's packed and ready to go for your honeymoon." She says, as I lift my head. Alice planned our honeymoon, and neither Edward nor I know where we are going. We said goodbye to all the guest and thanked them for everything. I got in the backseat next to Edward. A driver, who's name was Gustavo, drove us to the airport. We were escorted to a private plane. We got settled in, cuddling next to each other on the comfortable seats. The plane took off as I watched Forks get smaller.
We arrived to our destination, I slept most of the flight. "Wake up love." Edward says, kissing me on the nose. I sat up and looked out the window and recognized the familiar airport. "Were back in Paris?" I said, a wide smile plastered on my face. "Alice remembered you wanted to come back." He said, matching my smile. We exited the plane, the sky a beautiful shade of blue, pink, and orange. The sound of people talking, laughing, and the smell of pastries filled the air as we entered the warm airport. I looked around, enjoying every moment of this. I was wrapped tightly against Edward. We got into a limo, and headed to the hotel. The hotel was located near the Eiffel Tower. We entered the hotel, and looked around. We reached our room, and I looked at Edward. "We are staying in the penthouse?" I say, as he opens the door. "Only the best for you, love." He says, as he picks me up. I giggle.
(Going to sound like Twilight a little, original rights to Stephanie Meyer.)
"Are you tired?" He asks, as I shake my head no. "I need a few human minutes." I say, as he nods his head and heads to the bedroom. I run to the bathroom, and make myself presentable. I was freaking out, but knew it was Edward in there. I shook away the fear, and entered the bedroom wearing nothing but a towel. The night melted away in bliss.I woke up, cuddled against Edward's side. He was running his fingers up and down my back. This moment was perfect, I propped myself up on my elbow and kissed him. "Good morning, Mrs. Cullen." He says, as I smile. "Good morning, babe." I say, sitting up and stretching my arms. I felt sore, but it didn't hurt. I got up, and put on some clothes. I came back, and Edward was already dressed. "What are we doing today?" I ask, cuddling into his side. "I'm going to take on a tour to experience Paris." We went downstairs, and journeyed around the city. It was a warm, sunny day. People were laughing and smiling. We went to a few places, like a coffee shop and the Eiffel Tower. We even went to this little antique shop, and I saw a wolf stuffed animal. I looked at it and it reminded me of Jake. I remembered the fight we had, and how I pushed him away. I picked the wolf off the shelf and went to the register. "4.68 Euros please." The lady working the register said. I handed her the money, and put the wolf in my bag.
We've been in Paris for two weeks and I'm kinda getting home sick. I told Edward and he said we can leave whenever I want. That night, I was packing to go home and a huge burst of pain came over my stomach, it felt like somebody punched me. I looked down and I noticed something. My stomach looked a little larger than before, and lately I've been craving food and sleeping for hours everyday. I ran to the bathroom and pulled up my shirt, revealing a slight bump. This can't be. I'm dreaming. Wake up, wake up! I say in my head, pinching myself. I went to my bag and grabbed my phone. What do I do? Who do I call? Do I... wait. Did Edward even want children? My mind was spinning which made me dizzy. I sat down and took a deep breath. Everything will be fine. I told myself over and over. Do I tell Edward? Maybe I'll keep a secret just until I know for sure. I dialed the number on my phone. "Rose, I need you to keep a secret."
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Daughter of Carlisle and Esme Cullen
FanfictionMom? Dad? They thought I was dead, but they were wrong. They left me, alone to die. I was on my own for three years in a Pennsylvania orphanage, then I got adopted. By this time I was three, but looked 17. My new family noticed, so I ran away from h...