We walked up the front steps and once again it really hit me what was about to happen. We were really doing this. I was going to marry him, and he was going to keep his promise to me. We were going to tell Charlie. I let out a groan as I pulled the house key out of my pants.

Before I wiggled it into the lock Edward had grabbed hold of my wrist, pulling it to his chest. He kissed the back of my hand, my knuckles, and the tips of my fingers.

"I have to ask one last time love. Are you sure you chose the right person? Do you honestly want to do this? I mean, I would understand if you decided to change your mind."

The color of his eyes darkened drastically at this thought, not able to conceal the panic and depression he felt. I answered by running my hands through his hair, and circling my arms around his neck, locking my fiance in place.

"Edward," I began, using the tone he spoke to me with while trying to dazzle. “You have nothing to doubt, I love you.”

He started to interrupt, but I moved one of my arms from his neck and brought a finger to his lips silencing him.

“I know Edward. I do . . . love Jacob too, but it’s a different kind of love . . . I know who I can’t live without, and I know who I want to spend the rest of my life with. Well, eternity I suppose huh? You are it for me. From the moment I first saw you . . . I’ve never been able to think about anyone else, love anyone else the way I do you.”

It was hard for me to talk so openly, so emotionally, but I had to for him. I had to make him sure that this was also what I wanted.

“I know that you think that I don’t really want this wedding . . .” I began hesitantly. I didn’t want to upset him at all. Not with what we were about to do to Charlie. A clouded look passed over his eyes for a moment, but then it was gone. Did he really think I didn’t want this?