The Geek's Guide to Parenthood

Here Comes the Bride

Okay, so here it is. The sequel for A Nerd Story of Love. I don't own any of this. The only thing I do own is the plot to the story and a very cool 'Geekward' mug. I'm planning on keeping the story lighthearted as can be, but there will be angsty moments. I will post warnings in the author's notes at the beginning of the chapters for fair warning.

Thanks for everyone who's faved, reviewed or read my story. I love writing SGB and Nerdella and I'm so happy that you all love them too.

Chapter Four: Here Comes the Bride

BPOV

"Hello?" Esme said as she stood on a podium in her wedding gown. "Hold on. Bella? Marcus needs to speak with you, sweetie."

Alice hopped up and got the phone. She handed it to me and I held the phone to my ear. "Hello?"

"How soon are you to being done, Bella?" Marcus asked sadly. I heard crying in the background.

"I'm not sure. What's wrong?" I asked, my heart stammering.

"You know that letter that Carlisle wrote Edward? Yeah, he read it," Marcus said. I noticed that Esme was in the dressing room and the rest of the girls were gathering their things.

"We're getting ready to head back to the villa now," I said.

"Great," Marcus said. "Edward's really upset, Bella. I've never seen him so sad."

"Thanks, Marcus," I mumbled. "We'll see you soon." I hung up the phone and handed it to Alice. She put it in Esme's bag. Rose and Alice each took one of my hands and heaved me off the couch where I was sitting. We walked out to the car and took our dresses with us. I felt like such a heifer in my Wedgewood blue taffeta dress. Rose and Alice looked beautiful. I looked like the Mediterranean Sea. Esme looked lovely in her dress that hugged her curves. I looked like one of the Himalayas.

Suffice to say, I was having a bad body image day. I loved Kyra, but hated what she did to my small, petite body.

We all piled into Esme's SUV and drove back to the villa. We pulled into the garage as the orange sports car screeched to a halt behind us. Edward got out of the car and ran toward me. His eyes were red from crying and his cheeks were tear stained. He gathered me in his arms and sobbed against my shoulder. I took us to our room and lay down on the bed. Edward clutched at my body as he cried. I never saw him so broken. Apparently what his father wrote was that bad. Or that good.

We stayed on the bed until I had the overwhelming need to pee. Edward helped me up and I went to the bathroom, relieving my filled and abused bladder.

I think that Kyra is using my bladder as a soccer ball.

I washed my hands and came back out of the bathroom. Edward was sitting on the bed, holding several sheets of paper. "This is what he wrote, Bella," he said quietly. I could barely hear him. I brushed his unruly hair away from his face and kissed his cheek. He handed me the letter and put his head on my shoulder while I read it.

I was honestly shocked at what Carlisle had to say. I was also incredibly pissed off. Why he had waited until he had irreparably damaged his relationship with Edward before he made some sort of contact made my blood boil. Why couldn't he have said these things while he was still alive? So he could see Edward's reaction? I bristled and gripped the paper.

"Bella?" Edward asked as he pulled the letter from my hands. "What's wrong, love?"

"I'm just mad at your father."

"Why?"

"Because he should have said these things to your face," I said. "You deserve more than a letter, Edward. Your father should have loved you while he was still here. He should have supported you. Been proud of you. In the present. Not a letter trying to make amends. That just pisses me off."