He's Different

Chapter Twenty-three

Dad knew Paul was a werewolf, thanks to Jacob, so when I told him we were getting married he had a very concerned look on his face.

"Honey, I get that you love him, but what if he hurts you?" He kept saying, his eyebrows furrowing deeply, his wrinkles more defined.

I always sighed, saying, "Everything will be fine, Dad." And eventually he stopped asking, knowing full well that Paul wouldn't intentionally harm me.

Today was the wedding, and I was doing the same thing Bella was on her special day, hyperventilating. I fanned my face, trying not to ruin the makeup Rosalie had done for me. Esme rubbed my back gingerly, and gave me a swift hug.

"You'll be fine, just breathe." She looked to her left, and smiled at the people who were waiting to speak to me, "Good luck." She whispered, before turning away and heading over to Alice.

Mom and Dad waited patiently, and they quickly came over to speak to me. Mom was the first to break the silence, "I am so proud of you, Summer. I- we, want to give you something."

She pulled out a necklace, it was beautiful. It was a pearl necklace, but it shined in any light you put it in. My panicked expression softened, and I lifted up the necklace, "It's beautiful..." I mumbled softly, unclipping it so I could put it on.

I reached around, and managed to clip it back, so now it was hung proudly around my neck, "Summer, I'm happy for you- and, please, stay safe." He said the last part quietly, and the music softly began to play.

Dad held out his arm, and I latched onto it, my hand shaking ever so slightly. I had a bouquet in my free hand, and as we rounded the corner, tears were brought to my eyes, and I struggled to hold them in.

Paul stood, his arms were held in fronf, his hands tightly pressed together. I made eye contact with him, and when he saw tears in my eyes, even his eyes began to water. The only thought going through his mind, was how beautiful I was, but of course I didn't know that.

Paul stepped down as Dad got closer, and he gave me away to him, Dad sent a small, sad glance my way, before turning on his heels and sitting down next to Mom.

Paul took my hand in his, and we walked up to the priest, who was a familiar face, the one who was at Bellas wedding, Mr. Weber. He smiled at us, and began the ceremony.

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The reception afterwards was also beautifully constructed, thanks to the Cullens and the packs. Paul and I had just finished the first dance, and everyone joined in. I laughed as he started to do some odd looking dance moves, even though it was still a love song.

I heard someone clear their throat behind me, I turned to come face to face with none other than Jasper. He looked at Paul, who glared at him, but saw my expression, and reluctantly allowed Jasper to dance with me.

Jas put his hand on my hip, and I followed the same format, placing my hand on his shoulder. He smiled softly at this, as he took my hand in his, "So, I guess I'm technically apart of the pack now, huh?" He grinned, making me roll my eyes.

"I guess so, how do you feel about that?" I teased, swaying softly to the music.

He shrugged, "It's okay, as long as you're fine with it, I am." His eyes softened, and just as he was about to actually start dancing with me, someone else tapped him on the shoulder.

He looked over his shoulder, and frowned, it was Emmet. He grinned sheepishly as Jasper snarled at him. Jas unwillingly let Emmet take over, he waved at me before making his way through the crowd, over to his mate.

Emmet snorted as I struggled to reach his shoulder, "Come on squirt." He laughed, picking me up and twirling me around to the beat of the music, which also caught me by surprise. I sent him a glare, and he laughed once more.

"Ya know, this is gross but I think i'm actually starting to like you." He mocked, earning him a playful slap to the arm, "Ouch, that hurt."

"Stop being so sarcastic, you turd." I grumbled, moving my feet a little faster since the song had changed.

"You know me, I was born to be sarcastic." He smirked, before glancing over to the right, catching sight of someone else approaching.

"May I?" It was Edward, and Emmet, who was being called over by Rose, let me go to be with his mate, also.

Edward glided into Emmet's place, and quickly placed his hand on my hip, "Took you long enough to tell everyone." He said, sending me a glance.

I let out an annoyed huff, "Yea yea, shut it." He chuckled at this, twirling me around.

"I'm glad we met, Summer." He said softly, which surprised me a lot more than it should have. I was expecting some witty comeback, but instead he gave me a sweet reply.

"Yea, me too. It's all really because of Bella though." I said, sending him a wink and he nodded, agreeing.

"I suppose so. Well, it was nice dancing with you, but Bella is calling me." I peeked over his shoulders, and I saw Bella almost mouthing his name, which of course he heard even though it was barely a whisper.

He pulled away, giving me once last glance before moving towards my sister. I let out a sigh, but before I could go to sit down, strong, familiar arms wrapped around my waist.

"You haven't danced with me." Paul mumbled softly into my ear, sending chills traveling up and down my spine.

He let go so I could face him. I raised an eyebrow, "Oh, really?" I smirked, and he sent me a confident grin.

"Let's dance."