We're at our last stop in California, and I still haven't told Bella how I feel. I managed to buy a ring, literally sight unseen, and had Emmett go pick it up for me because I know—she's the one for me. Who cares that we've only known each other for six months or that we've barely been dating six weeks. When you know, you know.
I just hope she feels the same way.
After only one encore in Oakland, we're on our way to Las Vegas. I've been secretly planning with Tanya and Rose to pre-apply for a marriage license and be able to pick it up before the show when Bella thinks we're going to sneak away to get some random food. I plan to propose on the bus because this tour is where I fell in love with her.
What I don't plan on is a series of missteps before we can get there.
"So, we're going to miss going out for food this time," Bella says as Tanya gives me a remorseful look and walks back to her seat. "We just got word that the motor on my ramp for 'Leaving Las Vegas' isn't working. I'm gonna need an hour or so to come up with something with the stage manager and practice."
"Oh, ah, I … that's too bad," I finally spit out. "I had a surprise planned for us. But we can do it tomorrow."
"We'll be back on the road tomorrow." Bella sighs. "I'll be happy when this tour is over. Life on the road is exhausting."
I pull her onto my lap and stroke her hair. "At least we found each other." I pull her in for a kiss and she sighs into me.
The ring box lays heavy in my pocket, and I decide it's now or never. "Bella, I need to tell you—"
"Bells, your lawyer is on the phone."
Tanya hands off the phone to Bella, and she answers as she moves to the back of the bus. Tanya settles in next to me and nudges me with her shoulder.
"You'll get your shot, Romeo. Sometimes, you have to learn how to catch her attention in her language," she says and winks at me. "I don't think 'Leaving Las Vegas' is going to stay on the setlist tonight. You might want to find a replacement."
I nod as I grasp what Tanya is telling me and ask Rose to hand me my guitar and get to work.
"Thank you, Las Vegas!" I scream as I drag out the "s" and the crowd cheers. I nod to Bella and she smiles. "We had a special song planned for you, but due to some technical difficulties, we're unable to perform that song." The crowd boos and we laugh.
"But … because you've been such an amazing crowd, we have a brand new song for you all tonight!" As the fans begin to chant, I grab an electric guitar and begin to play.
So one, two, three, take my hand and come with me
Because you look so fine, That I really wanna make you mine
I say you look so fine, That I really wanna make you mine
Oh, four, five, six c'mon and get your kicks
Now you don't need the money, When you look like that, do ya, honey?
Big black boots, Long brown hair
She's so sweet, With her get-back stare
Well, I could see, You home with me
But you were with another man, yeah!
I know we ain't got much to say
Before I let you get away, yeah!
I said, are you gonna be my girl?
Bella is swinging her tambourine and dancing around me on the stage as I sing to her and the crowd. When the song closes, the crowd cheers, and Bella and I take our final bows. As we run off stage, I catch her by the elbow and pull her to me, crashing my lips to hers.
I pull the ring box from my pocket and pop it open in front of her, Tanya, Rose, and all the crewmembers milling around. "I love you. Marry me. Tonight, tomorrow, soon."
Bella takes a full step back from me and stares at the ring and up to me in shock. "Can I take a shower first?"
I laugh as she flings herself at me, and I fumble to put the ring on her finger and kiss her at the same time.
I don't care—I'm getting married.
The next day, Bella and I get the license, and she insists on borrowing a blue shirt from Tanya. She has the ring, which is new, and she's wearing her oldest pair of Chucks. I know she went out last night and bought me a ring because she took Rose with her. We've agreed that Tanya, Rose, and Emmett will be our witnesses, and then we'll keep it quiet and have a large ceremony for family and friends after the tour is over.
We literally find a place that will take us in without an appointment and get married by a very nice older man named Billy while his son, Jacob, plays the organ and takes photos for the package deal we've paid for.
It's nice and simple, like Bella and me, but there is a part of me that feels bad that my parents aren't here, or even hers, even though she isn't close with them. But when I look into the eyes of my bride walking down the little aisle to me, everything else washes away.
I'm excited about this new beginning, a little nervous, but it feels right—like the last piece sliding into the puzzle. As we exchange the generic vows in the nondescript chapel with simple rings, I know there's nothing about this I'll forget.
"I now pronounce you, Mr. and Mrs. Edward Cullen."
We kiss, and as we break apart, my wife laughs. "I'm so keeping my name, husband."
"As long as I get to call you wife."
Are You Gonna Be My Girl by Jet