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Weddings.

As a kid, Bella and I never had to go to one. Nobody we knew or were related to ever got married. If they did, it was before either of us was born. Mom and Phil never got officially married but they practically were. Dad didn't find anyone else until recently but I knew it would be a while before he and Sue tied the knot. So Bella's wedding would be the first wedding either of us would attend. Me as the maid of honor, her as the bride.

We were both at the Cullens' house preparing. Bella and I had stayed the night so Alice and Rosalie could use us as barbie dolls. Bella and I sat in chairs as the girls poked and brushed us with whatever beauty products they had.

"They're back." Esme poked her head in for a second before popping right out again.

"You can't let him see me!" Bella squeaked out. Rosalie and I shared a small laugh before Alice shushed us and motioned for Rosalie to get back to work.

"He won't cross your path today. Not until later." Alice reassured my nervous wreck of a sister. "You're fine."

"Deep breaths Bells." I giggled. Bella shot me a small glare before doing as I said. She seemed to relax a bit and her calmness came just in time. She was ready for her dress.

"Let's get Clary into hers first," Alice suggested. Rose nodded and I stood up from the chair. I slipped off the silk robe Alice lent to me and stood in front of the girls in just my bra and underwear. Rose smiled at me as she brought the lavender dress over to me. She unzipped it for me and I stepped into it. She helped me zip it back up before smoothening out the skirt.

I was worried about my small baby bump showing but just as Alice promised, she took care of it. The skirt was loose and flowy, perfect for hiding my bump.

"You look amazing Clary." Bella smiled at me.

"Thanks." I winked at her. "Now you turn." Before anybody could move, Mom and Charlie hesitantly walked into the room.

"Oh, darling you look so beautiful!" Mon praised Bella.

"She doesn't even have her dress on yet Mom." I laughed. Dad chuckled and patted my shoulder.

"You look just as amazing too Clary." Mom smiled warmly at me. "You can't even see the baby bump." Instinctively, my hands went to my stomach. These past few days, I kept finding myself absentmindedly holding or rubbing my bump. Emmett and I still hadn't cleared things up but the small reassurance that came from within me was all I needed.

"Excuse me for a second." I looked down and scurried out of the room. I leaned up against the wall in the hallway and took a deep breath.

"You okay, Clary?" I picked my head up and watched Dominic as he came to stand beside me. He placed a hand gently on my shoulder and gave me a concerned look.

"Just thinking about some things." I breathed out. He nodded as if he knew what or whom I was referring to.

"Still haven't spoken to Emmett?" I shook my head. He removed his hand and copied my position on the wall. "How's the baby doing?"

"He's doing good." I placed a hand on my bump and smiled at him. "Carlisle says that I'm growing at a slightly normal pace, he doesn't think Emmett's vampirism is causing me too much complications."

"Well that's good though, right?" I nodded. "Something normal is what we all need around here." He chuckled and I agreed. "Are you still?" He trailed off and my mind blanked before realizing what he meant.

"Yeah." I nodded. "Did you?"

"No, I didn't." He shook his head. "I've got your back, Clary. You're like a little sister to me."

"Thanks, Dom." He reached over and gave my hand a small squeeze.

"Anytime Clary." He gave me a gentle smile. He looked around for a moment before returning his gaze to me. "Come take a walk with me. The girls will be a little longer."

"Okay." I shrugged. I followed him down the stairs and out of the house. We walked down a small path in the forest surrounding the house before he finally spoke again.

"I don't know if you've noticed but I haven't been myself lately." He spoke softly. "This whole wedding thing has me remembering some things I've spent my entire vampire life trying to forget."

"What kind of things?" I asked.

"Things about the day I turned." He sighed. "It was around the 1920s when it happened. It was my little sister's wedding, she was marrying my best friend." He smiled softly as he recalled the memories. "She had a small wedding, our color back then made it harder for us." I nodded and he shoved his hands in the pockets of his slacks before continuing. "It was scheduled at night because it was the only time we could get the Pastor to be there. My sister was so happy, it radiated off of her." He chuckled. "She practically begged me to walk her down the aisle and when I finally agreed, she was overjoyed."

"I bet you made her day when you agreed." I gave him a warm smile.

"I did." He beamed. "I was making the greatest day of her life so much better." He chuckled. "But it didn't end in the happily ever after she hoped for."

"What happened?"

"Her fiancé, my best friend, Raymond showed up late. And he was drunk. He wasn't himself. He was wearing these glasses that kept us from seeing his eyes so we couldn't tell just how drunk he was. My sister came out of her bridal room and confronted him and that's when everything went to shit." He sighed once again. "He took his glasses off and his eyes were red. Like newborn vampire red. We were all trying to help him but the next thing we know, he's sucking everybody dry. Starting with my sister Bianca. He killed her and killed everyone else that was there. When he finally got to me, before he killed me, I smashed a vase on his head and he stumbled away from me. And then I just collapsed."

"And that's how Rose found you." I exhaled sharply.

"Bleeding to death on the floor of a church underneath the alter my sister would have been married under." He nodded. "So, weddings aren't really good luck for me." He chuckled.

"But Rose told me that your wedding with her went smoothly." I tilted my head in confusion.

"That was hers and Alice's doing." He removed his hands from his pockets and used them to pick at the bark on a tree. "They made it perfect, I was just there to marry my dream girl."

"That's sweet." I cooed over his statement.

"I know, I know." Dominic shushed me and shoved me gently. "I'm a great husband."

"You really are Dom." I smiled at him.

"Well someday you'll have a husband of your own and he'll be even better than me." He chuckled.

"I don't think I'm going to get married for a while." I shook my head with a small laugh. "I no longer have a boyfriend and you kind of need one of those to get married."

"True." He agreed. "But you have a baby boy now, you're a single mother who, as much as she wants hers back, doesn't need a man." I laughed and we walked back to the house, just goofing around and making lame jokes. "Come on Ms. Maid of Honor, we have a wedding to attend."

"Hey, who's the best man anyways?" I inquired.

"Not me, that's for sure." Dom grinned. "I think it's Jasper."

"They're that close?"

"Definitely. But of course, knowing Edward, he didn't even choose one."

"How noble of him." I laughed.

"I wouldn't call it noble." Dom shook his head as we approached the house.

"Then what would you call it?" I smirked.

"An Edwardian." He clarified.

"I don't even know what that is." I shook my head.

"Exactly," Dom smirked.

We walked inside the house, our smiles never fading. But we bumped into someone on the stairs and that's when my smile left me.

"Clary, Dominic."

"Hey, Emmett." Dominic and I shared an awkward glance before turning our focus back to Emmett.

"This just got weird," Dominic muttered.

"Agreed." I nodded. It had just gotten really weird. And it wasn't about to stop.