Bella's P.O.V
It was the third night of our honeymoon and I felt dead I was so tired. Since that first night he'd been cautious, not touching me or talking about anything that might bring up the topic of what had happened when we first arrived at Isle Esme. During the day he was so good at distracting me and by sunset I was usually asleep. Today we'd been to the submerged caves at the south side of the island and then to we had watched the sun going down from there.
The sky was alight with colours all blending together as the sun slowly sank down, behind the clouds. We were sitting on top of a cliff, Edward had a blanket around my shoulders even though it was boiling hot. As he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and the blanket, I was sweltering. I looked up at his face, he seemed reasonably calm, so I decided to try and convince him I didn't need the blanket,
"Edward, I'm sweating. Can we get rid of the blanket? Please."
He looked at me questioningly, as if deciding what I really meant.
"Okay, Love. Sorry, I forgot how humid it is here." And he slid the blanket off my shoulders, folding it neatly back into our basket. Maybe tonight he would listen, so I tried begging him again.
"Edward... Please? Can we at least try? Nothing's going-" He cut me off as always with a simple, "No."
"You're being ridiculous. This is our honeymoon! Please... For me. All you have to do is try... For me. " Before the wedding, he would do anything for me and it seemed appropriate to try that. Unfortunately he wasn't even listening; he just gazed at the setting sun and said "No." I moved to sit in front of him, blocking his view of the sky.
"Please, Listen to me. You can do this, we can do this. I want to have my honeymoon with you. A real honeymoon." He looked down and with conviction said the two letters he'd said the most lately, "No." Why did he keep saying that? It was driving me crazy. I put a finger under his chin and forced him to look at me.
"Stop saying no. I can't stand it. If you're going to object the least you can do is look me in the eye and form a proper sentence."
"Bella, I will not endanger your life again. End of discussion."
I sighed loudly and sat beside him, watching the sky turn from pastels to blues – soft blue to bright blue and darkening. After a few minutes he kissed the top of my head and whispered, "I love you." I didn't respond, he said this in way of apology but not for refusing he said it because he knew it hurt me every time he said "No."
After about half an hour the sky was a deep blue and the fatigue was catching up with me. I yawned and leaned against his shoulder, my eyelids becoming heavy. I don't remember much after that just blurs. He had carried me through the forest back to the house, to the blue room which we were now residing in. He tucked me in and hummed my lullaby, as always my sleep was restless and tonight I tossed and turned until Edward decided it was safe to wrap his arms around me and start humming again, and I immediately fell into a deep sleep.