Disclaimer: I do not own any content that belongs to Stephanie Meyer. This scene starts with Bella and Edward leaving Isle Esme but they don't know she's pregnant yet and the pregnancy isn't accelerated it is a normal pregnancy.
1. A Sun-drenched World
*Bella*
Before boarding the private plane, I was feeling off. I couldn't figure out what was wrong, but I knew I didn't feel like myself. I wasn't hungry. My stomach didn't feel too good thousands of feet in the air. The plane shook and the glasses on the table rattled. I took a calming breath, closed my eyes and envisioned Isle Esme, the sights and sounds, and a very naked Edward. That was interrupted when the plane hit another dip. I clutched Edward's hand for dear life. He shook with laughter.
"Oh, shut up." I hit him on the chest.
"Your anxiety is quite ridiculous and adorable." Edward lifted and placed a kiss on the hand that had his in a death grip.
"Ridiculous? We are in the middle of a storm. With my luck, we may fall out of the sky," I muttered.
He lifted my chin and answered smoothly, "That's very unlikely. I'd save you."
The plane pitched again and so did my stomach. I snapped my eyes shut trying to concentrate on not throwing up. "I feel sick."
"Look at me, Bella." His other hand rested on the side of my face rubbing my cheek.
"I can't. I don't want to be sick all over you."
"Trust me. If you focus on one thing, it will settle you."
I opened my eyes only looking into Edward's honey colored eyes. "Feel better?" he asked quietly a few moments later.
"Sort of."
"Let's move to the couch," he suggested.
I stood up cautiously, but ended up catching my foot on the leg of the table. Edward caught me before my face connected with the armrest.
"Bella."
"Sorry."
He swept me up and carried me to the couch. He positioned us so that I was lying comfortably with my head cushioned by a pillow on his lap. His cool fingers ran through my hair. The motion caused me to finally be able to relax. Edward began to hum a tune I'd never heard before. This was nice. We were wonderfully alone. As soon as we got home, life would come crashing into our blissful world.
"I want to go back to the island," I said drowsily.
"As delightful as that sounds you were the one who suggested getting all of your goodbyes out of the way before your change."
I sighed. A quick goodbye would enable us to make a clean break. This was the only way. "I knew being responsible would come and bite me in the ass one day." I said, opening my eyes, "I'm going to miss being alone with you."
"You have no idea how hard it is to have a private moment in my house."
"Fill me in now."
"They won't tease you mercilessly; they're really coming for me."
"What are we going to do? I don't think I can go without you for more than a day."
"We'll figure something out."
"How are you feeling now?"
"Much better."
I unwisely looked out the window to the endless blue outside. It was making me feel disoriented again. I had Edward pull down the shutters on all the windows to ease the feeling in my stomach. It worked for the most part.
"I read somewhere that ginger tea can help settle an upset stomach."
"You don't have to do that. I'm fine with you holding me in the dark."
"All right."
I napped peacefully until I woke up with the urgency to throw up. I sat straight up holding my stomach and taking deep breaths. Edward turned on the light. We were in a small bed room.
"Where's the bathroom?"
"The door on the left."
The last time I remembered getting sick was two years ago, when Jake and I managed to catch the same bug. I remembered throwing up all the time. The ripe, burning smell, the sight of my partially digested food…The vivid memory had me dry heaving before I got to the bathroom. I kneeled over the toilet with Edward holding my hair back in the tiny space. He helped me stand. I wanted my toothbrush. Edward instinctively got it for me and waited outside the bathroom. After I cleaned up, I went immediately to his arms for comfort.
"You're not well," he observed. I nodded but there wasn't much he could do for me now. I just wanted to be off of this plane and finally get home.
"How much longer before we land?"
"Thirty minutes," he answered.
I took a deep breath smelling Edward's sweet scent.
The airport was teeming with people. We pushed through the crowd to get to the car. Edward put his coat around my shoulders. The valet pulled up with the Volvo. The wind howled outside, stirring up the snow and slush. I hopped in and rubbed my arms vigorously. We'd made our way from Seattle into Forks. I sighed in relief that we were almost home. Fallen snow, street lights and the green forests melted in to a strange molten blur against the black night.
"How long has it been since you last ate, Bella?" Edward asked.
I didn't answer him and he noticed my reluctance.
"Bella?"
"Breakfast," I said under my breath knowing he'd hear me either way.
"What do you want?" he asked, already turning off the main highway onto an exit.
I wasn't hungry. The thought of food made me sick to my stomach.
"Nothing."
"Try something, please."
"No, I'm not hungry right now," I insisted. "Besides, it's snowing outside. We should be heading home where I won't get frostbite." Then, my stomach growled loudly. I cursed quietly.
His jaw clinched and his brows furrowed together. "That's it. You're eating. Soup at least."
"Do I get a choice in the matter?" I snapped, suddenly annoyed with his persistence.
"This is what's best for you." He stopped at the nearest gas station.
I rolled my eyes.
He huffed, yanking the keys out of the ignition and slammed the door. When he came back, he was a little bit calmer and handed me the bag with a can in it.
After a few moments, Edward looked at me his brow furrowed. Then he pressed his hand against my forehead, checking my temperature. "You are much warmer than usual."
"Edward, stop," I growled, folding my arms across my chest defiantly.
"I am trying to take care of you."
"Did you ever think I was capable of doing the same?" On the verge of tears, the words popped out thoughtlessly, "You're overbearing sometimes." I couldn't find a way to take them back. Why did I say that? Edward didn't respond. His eyes were cold and fixed on the road.
Oh Edward when will you learn...Please review it's like a hot fudge Sunday with a warm blanket to curl up with.
~Tiffany
