First Imprint Sam's Story.

Chapter 35: Vows

Chapter 35 - Vows

Emily's POV

I opened my eyes slowly as I listened to the rain beat gently against the window. It was a miserable day, which was fine. It matched my mood perfectly. Today was supposed to have been my wedding day.

I tried to think positive. It was supposed to be a mix of rain and snow all day today. Conditions wouldn't have been ideal anyway. But even that optimistic thought didn't cheer me up.

It broke my heart all over again when I thought about the fact that we had postponed our wedding. I had told Sam that I didn't need all the hoopla that my mom and sister-in-law had planned and it was true. I just wanted to be Mrs. Sam Uley. But I understood Sam had responsibilities and people's lives depended on him. Sam had to protect the tribe. If he felt that the recent Volturi threat had been serious enough that he had to cancel our wedding, then I knew it was important. His concentration needed to be elsewhere.

Besides there was no point in pouting about it. I did that when the Newborn War happened and I only made us both miserable. We were two halves of a whole. If one was in pain, then we both were. So I had tried to put on a brave face.

I had been so relieved when he had walked into Sue's house last week after the battle that never happened. The Volturi hadn't attacked. They had weaseled off back where they came from. It was a crushing blow to me to realize that we hadn't had to cancel the wedding after all.

Sam on the other hand had been extremely happy for the past week. I loved him with all my heart and soul, but there was times where I had wanted to hit him over the head with a frying pan, he had been so cheerful. Yesterday evening, he was even humming while he did the dishes!

He had been spending a lot of time away from home in the past week. I would have thought now that the threat of the Volturi was over, he would have been able to relax and spent more time with me. But no, he went along his merry way. He told me he was spending a lot of time at the Cullen property, just to make sure they were okay. Funny, I thought that was what Jacob's pack was created for.

I sighed as I rolled over to wrap myself around his warm body, but my hand connected with emptiness. Where would he have gone? I looked at the alarm clock and realized that it was almost 11 am. I looked back at his side of the bed and noticed a note attached to his pillow.

Meet me on the cliffs at 12 pm. At the bonfire area.

Love you,

Sam

I looked back at the bedroom window and heard the rain hit the window even harder. I grumbled as I got slowly out of bed, stretching as I stood up. I grabbed a sweatshirt and jeans and went into the bathroom to take a shower. I dried my hair with a hairdryer but didn't bother with make-up. I grabbed some cereal out of the kitchen and tried to relax.

What was Sam up to? Why would he want to meet on the cliffs in this weather? I hoped he wasn't planning on anything romantic like a picnic to make up for the wedding, cause there was no way I was going to sit outside when it was practically sleeting.

It was finally close enough to 12 pm that I grabbed my rain coat and winter boots and headed out towards the truck with my umbrella. Once I reached the bonfire area, I pulled into a spot and grabbed the umbrella off the passenger seat. I got out of the truck and walked through the trees and bushes until I got to the clearing where the bonfire pit was. I promptly stopped.

Instead of the pit and sitting logs that were normally in the area, everything had been cleared out and in its place was a large white tent. The floor of the tent was covered in some type of corkboard. All four sides of the tent were made of clear plastic and I could see candles in every corner. There was even a candle chandelier lit above everyone. White tulips and yellow daffodils covered most of the interior walls, but a part of the wall farthest from where I stood was left empty so that the ocean view was on full display. I also saw space heaters hidden discretely tucked in the corners. White chairs sat mostly empty as people were gathered in groups talking to each other.