The big day had finally arrived. After weeks of planning, Bella and Edward were finally getting married. You stood before your husband Charlie, tying his bow tie. You leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his cheek before looking at him. “You okay?” you asked softly, smoothing out the collar of his shirt. “I’m….” he sighs, running a hand through his hair “I’m okay.” he mutters, finally looking at you.