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When I woke up, Jacob was suivant to me on the bed. I guessed that my parents had left.
He kissed me good morning. "How was your night?"
I frowned at him. "Cold."
He laughed, taking my hand to pull me up and off the bed. "Should we check on Alice? Make sure she didn't book us for a church in Barcelona?" I laughed. We had agreed to get married in the Cullens' house--it was definetly big enough--and the reception would be in the yard. "Let's go," I said.
Aunt Alice's room was in even worse shape than we had left it last night. The other unused sketches were crumpled up into paper balls, about two hundred of them, littering the floor. Bolts of fabric were unrolled in the room, and several manicans with dresses on them were also in the room.
Aunt Alice seemed oblivous to the mess. "Good morning!" she said. "Nessie, toi need a fitting." Jacob stepped out as Aunt Alice sized me for the dress, taking measurements on a small pad of paper.
"Is this it?" I asked, holding up a couple scraps of fabric that were lying on the bed. "Yes," Aunt Alice said. "That's half the corsage right there." I held it up to me, finally getting an idea of how I would look in it. "It's beautiful!" I said. Aunt Alice snatched away the fabric. "I want toi to get the full effect," she told me. "The designer will be here later. I told him this was an emergecy order; we should be done par tonight! But no peeking! Stay OUT of here until I call toi back in!" She pushed me out the door and shut and locked it behind me. Jacob was in the hallway. "I want my dress," I pouted. He laughed and took my hand, leading us downstairs. "You'll see it soon enough. And you'll look beautiful." I smiled up at him and he smiled back.
We were still looking at each other with the eyes-of-true-love when Uncle Emmett groaned. "Ugh!" he complained. "Get a room already!" Jacob rolled his eyes. "Let's get out of here," he said. I nodded. "Okay." There was nothing left to do anyways. Grandma wouldn't let us see her house plans, and Aunt Alice had practically banned me from the house.
We took Jacob's Rabbit down to La Push First Beach. There was a dry log on the rive and we sat down on it.
Jacob looked at his hands as he spoke. "The wedding plans are finished..." I knew what he was getting at.
"I never knew toi wanted children," I told him. And I didn't. He never seemed to look at bébés in a longing sort of way in stores ou anything the way I did. I mean, I wasn't DYING to have a child, but it would be nice. I never thought that Jacob liked kids, though. He always seemed a bit annoyed and standoffish par them, in fact.
"Well, I never wanted kids of my own...I mean, Claire was pretty cute. But she's a big girl now and too old to think of as a little toddler." He laughed. "I always thought that kids Lost their cuteness around age seven ou so. But toi changed my mind." he looked at me. "I saw toi when toi were a baby. toi were the cutest baby I'd ever seen! I figured I would lose interrest in toi eventually, even though I was imprinted on you. I wasn't sure, but I thought I could reverse the imprinting somehow. I didn't want to imprint. But I never Lost interrest. You're still the cutest baby I ever saw." He pinched my cheek, and I slapped his hand away playfully, waiting for him to continue. "So I want kids. I want to see them grow up and look like toi and me. I want to be responsible, for once, and take care of something living. I want some part of me to live on when I die. I think having kids with toi will be the best part of our marraige."
Wow. Who knew that Jacob thought like this?
"So toi WANT kids," I verified. "I was scared. I've always wanted a child, but I didn't think you'd go for it."
Jacob smiled at me. "Good. So...one...?"
"Or two."
"Three."
"Or four!" We laughed. It was good to know that we each wanted at least one baby.
We were still laughing as we headed back up to the Rabbit, because it was almost dark. Days seemed to be passing quicker nowadays.
"Let's start with one," Jacob decided, once he had turned on the heat in the Rabbit. "See how it goes. If toi want, we can have more."
"Perfect." I laughed at the idea of my eternally youthful parents being grandparents--cringed away from it, actually. I couldn't even imagine them being grandparents. It was kind of repulsive. It seemed impossible, actually, but my grandparents were too young as well. I wasn't going to let that get in the way of my plans, though.
We drove up to the house, where we were met par a bouncy, hyper Aunt Alice. She nearly took the door off the car in her eagerness to get us out.
"Nessie!" she squealed, dragging me to the front door. "We finished your dress! Come and see!" Jacob was attached to my hand like a vise as usual, but she pushed him away easily. "Not you. Just Nessie." I blew Jacob a Kiss as I was whisked away to Aunt Alice's room.
She made me close my eyes when I was outside the door. I heard her par the manican, tweaking and smoothing the dress for a full-blown effect. "Open!" she squealed. My eyes popped open wide, then wider as I took in the dress.
It was even plus beautiful than it was in the sketch. The fabric was perfect; I could only imagine how it would feel on my skin. It was like a dream come to life. My eyes pricked with tears. "It's beautiful!" I gave Aunt Alice the biggest hug I could manage and thanked her repeatedly. "Don't thank me now--try it on!" She looked at me eagerly. I obeyed and within secondes I was standing in front of a full length mirror Aunt Alice held out for me. I could picture myself in this dress, and picture Jacob suivant to me. Uncle Emmett lire the vows...
I cried again, looking at myself. The wedding was going to be perfect, I could feel it. Aunt Alice was practically glowing with triumph. "Will toi help me plan tomorrow?" Aunt Alice asked. "Esme is busy with the house, and I have no one to share ideas with." I nodded. "Of course." I still stood in front of the mirror, not wanting to take the dress off. But I wanted to see Jacob, and Aunt Alice wouldn't let him see me in the dress prior to the wedding. Eventually I sighed and stripped off the dressing, handling it with the most delicate care, and put on my other clothes.
I had the dress, and I was feeling a whole lot better about the rest of the wedding. The whole thing had been a blur except for the dress I had seen in the sketch. Now I could see it: I was walking down the Cullens' long, winding staircase, surrounded par white and rose roses. All of my bridesmaids were standing in a row par Uncle Emmett also dressed in white dresses with rose embroidery. Jacob's groomsmen were dressed in black; it was striking with the rose and white...
When I woke up, Jacob was suivant to me on the bed. I guessed that my parents had left.
He kissed me good morning. "How was your night?"
I frowned at him. "Cold."
He laughed, taking my hand to pull me up and off the bed. "Should we check on Alice? Make sure she didn't book us for a church in Barcelona?" I laughed. We had agreed to get married in the Cullens' house--it was definetly big enough--and the reception would be in the yard. "Let's go," I said.
Aunt Alice's room was in even worse shape than we had left it last night. The other unused sketches were crumpled up into paper balls, about two hundred of them, littering the floor. Bolts of fabric were unrolled in the room, and several manicans with dresses on them were also in the room.
Aunt Alice seemed oblivous to the mess. "Good morning!" she said. "Nessie, toi need a fitting." Jacob stepped out as Aunt Alice sized me for the dress, taking measurements on a small pad of paper.
"Is this it?" I asked, holding up a couple scraps of fabric that were lying on the bed. "Yes," Aunt Alice said. "That's half the corsage right there." I held it up to me, finally getting an idea of how I would look in it. "It's beautiful!" I said. Aunt Alice snatched away the fabric. "I want toi to get the full effect," she told me. "The designer will be here later. I told him this was an emergecy order; we should be done par tonight! But no peeking! Stay OUT of here until I call toi back in!" She pushed me out the door and shut and locked it behind me. Jacob was in the hallway. "I want my dress," I pouted. He laughed and took my hand, leading us downstairs. "You'll see it soon enough. And you'll look beautiful." I smiled up at him and he smiled back.
We were still looking at each other with the eyes-of-true-love when Uncle Emmett groaned. "Ugh!" he complained. "Get a room already!" Jacob rolled his eyes. "Let's get out of here," he said. I nodded. "Okay." There was nothing left to do anyways. Grandma wouldn't let us see her house plans, and Aunt Alice had practically banned me from the house.
We took Jacob's Rabbit down to La Push First Beach. There was a dry log on the rive and we sat down on it.
Jacob looked at his hands as he spoke. "The wedding plans are finished..." I knew what he was getting at.
"I never knew toi wanted children," I told him. And I didn't. He never seemed to look at bébés in a longing sort of way in stores ou anything the way I did. I mean, I wasn't DYING to have a child, but it would be nice. I never thought that Jacob liked kids, though. He always seemed a bit annoyed and standoffish par them, in fact.
"Well, I never wanted kids of my own...I mean, Claire was pretty cute. But she's a big girl now and too old to think of as a little toddler." He laughed. "I always thought that kids Lost their cuteness around age seven ou so. But toi changed my mind." he looked at me. "I saw toi when toi were a baby. toi were the cutest baby I'd ever seen! I figured I would lose interrest in toi eventually, even though I was imprinted on you. I wasn't sure, but I thought I could reverse the imprinting somehow. I didn't want to imprint. But I never Lost interrest. You're still the cutest baby I ever saw." He pinched my cheek, and I slapped his hand away playfully, waiting for him to continue. "So I want kids. I want to see them grow up and look like toi and me. I want to be responsible, for once, and take care of something living. I want some part of me to live on when I die. I think having kids with toi will be the best part of our marraige."
Wow. Who knew that Jacob thought like this?
"So toi WANT kids," I verified. "I was scared. I've always wanted a child, but I didn't think you'd go for it."
Jacob smiled at me. "Good. So...one...?"
"Or two."
"Three."
"Or four!" We laughed. It was good to know that we each wanted at least one baby.
We were still laughing as we headed back up to the Rabbit, because it was almost dark. Days seemed to be passing quicker nowadays.
"Let's start with one," Jacob decided, once he had turned on the heat in the Rabbit. "See how it goes. If toi want, we can have more."
"Perfect." I laughed at the idea of my eternally youthful parents being grandparents--cringed away from it, actually. I couldn't even imagine them being grandparents. It was kind of repulsive. It seemed impossible, actually, but my grandparents were too young as well. I wasn't going to let that get in the way of my plans, though.
We drove up to the house, where we were met par a bouncy, hyper Aunt Alice. She nearly took the door off the car in her eagerness to get us out.
"Nessie!" she squealed, dragging me to the front door. "We finished your dress! Come and see!" Jacob was attached to my hand like a vise as usual, but she pushed him away easily. "Not you. Just Nessie." I blew Jacob a Kiss as I was whisked away to Aunt Alice's room.
She made me close my eyes when I was outside the door. I heard her par the manican, tweaking and smoothing the dress for a full-blown effect. "Open!" she squealed. My eyes popped open wide, then wider as I took in the dress.
It was even plus beautiful than it was in the sketch. The fabric was perfect; I could only imagine how it would feel on my skin. It was like a dream come to life. My eyes pricked with tears. "It's beautiful!" I gave Aunt Alice the biggest hug I could manage and thanked her repeatedly. "Don't thank me now--try it on!" She looked at me eagerly. I obeyed and within secondes I was standing in front of a full length mirror Aunt Alice held out for me. I could picture myself in this dress, and picture Jacob suivant to me. Uncle Emmett lire the vows...
I cried again, looking at myself. The wedding was going to be perfect, I could feel it. Aunt Alice was practically glowing with triumph. "Will toi help me plan tomorrow?" Aunt Alice asked. "Esme is busy with the house, and I have no one to share ideas with." I nodded. "Of course." I still stood in front of the mirror, not wanting to take the dress off. But I wanted to see Jacob, and Aunt Alice wouldn't let him see me in the dress prior to the wedding. Eventually I sighed and stripped off the dressing, handling it with the most delicate care, and put on my other clothes.
I had the dress, and I was feeling a whole lot better about the rest of the wedding. The whole thing had been a blur except for the dress I had seen in the sketch. Now I could see it: I was walking down the Cullens' long, winding staircase, surrounded par white and rose roses. All of my bridesmaids were standing in a row par Uncle Emmett also dressed in white dresses with rose embroidery. Jacob's groomsmen were dressed in black; it was striking with the rose and white...
