“Hey, Carlisle. Can I come in?” I knocked on the door of his study.

“Sure, Bella.” I opened the door and gave him a smile. He motioned for me to sit in one of the chairs, returning my smile.

It was a friendly little room, and a comfortable little chair. The pictures of Carlisle’s history hung on the wall, a constant reminder of exactly what brought this family of vampires into being. I would always be grateful fate put us together. Edward was my angel. He was perfect in every way.

“I… uhm. I was wondering about my transformation. When is it going to be?”

“Well, Bella. The wedding is coming up soon –”

Edward burst through the door, interrupting Carlisle. He probably heard what we were talking about and was going to end the conversation. We both looked at him, waiting for him to drag me out of the room, but he merely smiled. Maybe he just wanted to listen.

He walked over and picked me up, only to slide underneath me. “I love you, Bella,” he whispered into my ear, and motioned for Carlisle to continue.

With a raised eyebrow, Carlisle questioned his son. “I think we would both like to know what just happened. Edward?” The floor was handed back to Edward. It was his time to share. I was curious as to what caused the change in mood.

Edward gave a weak smile and spoke too soft and fast for me to hear. Just a few seconds in, he paused, listening for any noise downstairs. “Because I was thinking of you, love,” he continued, muffling his voice with my neck. “Emmett is going to beat me dead when he sees the damage.”

A high-pitched scream echoed downstairs. It startled me and I practically jumped out of Edward’s lap.

“Oops.” I turned to look at him, curious as to exactly what was going on.

“I must have forgot to hide the car.” I could’ve sworn I heard Carlisle laugh, but Rosalie burst through the door a moment later.

She walked in, anger clearly showing on all of her features. Her eyes were glaring daggers and if she could, she would have been breathing fire. I was moved off to the side and Edward was flung out the door.

“I’d like to beat you dead.” The acid in her voice made her sound scary. I certainly would not like to be on the receiving end.

The sounds of bangs continued and I wondered if Edward would still be in one piece for the wedding.

Seconds later, Alice ran, frantically, through the door. “Is there any way to put eighteen suits back together in about twenty-six hours?” I looked at her like she was crazy. For one, why would she care about suits while Edward and Rosalie were fighting? Secondly, why would she need eighteen of them?

“I’ve seen vampire venom work miracles, but there are conditions that even venom cannot overcome.” Carlisle’s voice sounded both professional and like he was trying to hold back laughter. I would be too if I had to answer her question given the current situation. However, I was a bit too stunned to focus on anything in particular.

Alice hung her head and walked back out, clearly disappointed in the negative response. I also could’ve sworn she muttered something about ‘canceling the catering service.’

Edward appeared back in the room just seconds later. One of his sleeves was ripped off and his pants were a bit torn on the side. His hair was messed up, but he looked fine other than that. “Carlisle, do you think we could get me on the next flight to Russia?”