This is my first story so I don't really know how the process goes. But I'm trying anyways.

Disclaimer: The idea for all of this is from Twilight. (or, specifically, Eclipse) Its Stephanie Meyer's brilliantosity!

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"Bella, love, rise and shine…Bella…"

The angel's voice that belonged to my husband, Edward, was trying to get me to wake up. However, I was too fond of my pillow to relinquish it this early in the morning. "Unnhh," I groaned, "five more minutes."

"Not a chance, Bella," Edward coaxed. "We have a flight to make, and I can only drive so fast."

The mention of his crazily fast driving made me struggle into consciousness. I glared at him, or attempted to. This early in the morning, the most I could accomplish was an odd squinty-eyed stare. "I'm driving. I prefer to keep to the speed limit, thank you very much."

"Not a chance, Bella," Edward repeated. "We're already running late as it is."

I opened my mouth to protest, but was intercepted by a pair of stony cold lips that closed over mine. Immediately giving up my argument, I pulled myself closer to his body. "Maybe I can make this time be an exception," I whispered.

"Good," he whispered back, kissing my forehead. "Now, get up Bella, our flight's in only two hours."

I struggled to sit up, still dizzy from the kissing, and glanced at the clock. 4:00 am. Ugh. Sliding out of bed, I staggered to the bathroom to brush my teeth and freshen up. Our suitcases had already been packed for our honeymoon—and for only a three-day trip to a Caribbean Island, I sure had brought a lot of stuff. Edward's was less than half the size of mine, and I only felt slightly guilty that he would be most likely be carrying both our bags.

When Edward had first told me that he had arranged a honeymoon trip to the island the day after our wedding, I had protested. After all, I was supposed to be turned into a vampire soon, and I thought he was just trying to buy more time. He had still managed to convince me—even though he officially belonged to me now, he could still always manage to sway my opinions, his smoldering eyes advocating his point. Explaining that we would only be gone for three days, he promised that I would be changed the day after we returned. He told me that in our absence, Carlisle would move the family to our new home in Illinois, and Alice would explain to Charlie that I would be coming along. The honeymoon was partially a way for Charlie to not be able to convince me to stay at home.

There had also been my concern of how Edward would hide the fact he was a vampire on a sunny Caribbean Island. He replied slyly that the only others on the island were a middle aged woman and her husband, who stayed inside and tended the inn where we would be staying.

"You rented an island!" I had screamed. But he had only smirked in that infuriating way of his and kissed me until I had complied.

Upon returning to Edward after changing into clothes, I was immediately swooped up by his strong arms as he ran downstairs to where he had moved our bags. My new family came out to bid us goodbye, and we made it out to the car in another fifteen minutes. They had, of course, insisted on presenting me with a full set of snorkeling gear, which I ended up with despite my protests. In another few minutes we were on the road in my outrageously secure, shiny new car.

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I needed to see Charlie again. Just one more time before I left and could never come back because of the never-ending thirst that came with being a vampire. And even after I can control my thirst, if I showed up at Charlie's door looking like the 18-year-old I am, ten years from now, with white, marble hard, cold skin that sparkles in the sunlight, it would definitely cause him to raise an alarm. Besides, I could never give him that kind of scare, much as I know I will want to see him in the future. My mom, maybe. She at least will believe us if we tried to explain. But not my dad.

It took us two minutes flat to reach Charlie's house. It took Edward another half a second to be out of the car, go around it, and open the door on my side for me to get out. Unbuckling my seatbelt, he looked down at me, golden eyes smoldering.

"You sure you're ready?" he asked. "I know its tough…but you can always keep in touch via email. Just keep in mind that this isn't the last time you'll ever talk to him. And there's always the phone."

We kissed briefly and I got out of the car. Charlie, always seeming to know when we would drop by, had already opened the door. I ran up to him, planted a kiss on his cheek, and hugged him tightly. These were our last moments together. It was all I could do to stifle the tears that were screaming to be let out, all I could do to not break down and begin sobbing. I tried to think positive. It's all worth it. You can still talk to him later. Its not goodbye forever. Don't cry. Don't cry.

"Bye Bella," he said. "See you in three days. Have fun, kiddo, ok? Don't do anything stupid. Love you."

Dad! I wanted to scream. I love you and I'll miss you and just want to spend more time with you! I'm going away forever but I don't want to and I just want to stand here just hugging you because I know I'll never see you again! And I can't stand that, Dad, I just can't. I love you so much, Charlie. But all I said was: "Love you too, Dad." And then I left him standing there and walked back to the car. He waved to us as we drove away. I got one final good look at him and then we rounded the corner and he was gone.

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I finally broke down in the car. Heaving sobs that racked my entire body, I let go of all the emotion that I had not let Charlie see. I would never hug him again. Only talk over the phone, email, see him asleep once in awhile. It would never be enough. I'd break his heart, watch him grow old and die.

When I first started crying, Edward had unbuckled my seatbelt and slid me over so that I was curled up on his lap, head on his shoulder. "It's okay, it's okay," he repeated over and over. His face pressed into my hair, worried eyes looking down at me.

We stayed like that for what seemed like forever, though it was probably only about twenty minutes. All of a sudden, it dawned on me that his eyes were not on the road, and probably hadn't been for a majority of the past third of an hour.

I glared at him: "Keep your eyes on the road!" I snapped.

Immediately he looked up. And immediately I felt sorry for being so snappy.

"Sorry. I'm no fun. Just grumpy. Ugh!"

He chuckled and looked back down. "At least you're yourself again." His face turned solemn. "I was worried about you."

I reached my head up and tried to reach his lips. "Thanks for…" I trailed off.

Edward just smiled and kissed me gently. "We'll be at the Seattle Airport soon." He scooted me back over to my seat and reattached the seatbelt. "I'll have to slow down to snail pace."

"You mean the speed limit," I snorted.

"Something like that."

We had reached the airport now, and quickly parked. A glance at the car clock showed that we had an hour to check in our bags and reach our flight gate.

The bag worker who checked in, or rather tried to check in, our bags seemed extraordinarily flustered by Edward's presence. The whole situation was quite funny, really. The conversation went a bit like this:

Edward: "Hi"

Flustered Bag Lady: (Dreamily) "Heyyy"

Edward: (Looking at her like she's crazy) "Um, hi. We'd like to check in our bags please, ma'am."

Flustered Bag Lady: "Oh. Right. Um. Let me see your tickets please." (Reaches out to Edward's hand)

Edward: "They're right there on the desktop."

Flustered Bag Lady: "Oh. Um. Right. Um. Just one minute. (Looks back up at him and flutters her eyelashes) Do you come here often?"

Edward: "It's the airport. I come here to travel, and if we don't hurry, we'll miss our flight. You were checking in our bags."

Flustered Bag Lady: "Our?" (Notices me for the first time and resumes speaking in a slightly colder, more businesslike manner) "Alright then, sir." (Attaches the bag tag on our luggage.) "Enjoy your trip to…(examines bag tag)…Puerto Rico. Meeting up with family?"

Edward: "No. We're on our honeymoon."

Flustered Bag Lady: (Glaring down at me and obviously thinking I didn't deserve Edward—which, by the way, I considered nearly every day) "Well then. Have a nice trip."

I giggled as I walked away with Edward toward security. "You shouldn't dazzle people like that. Did you see her face?" I mimicked her high, floaty voice: "Do you come here often?" I fluttered my eyelashes at Edward and he chuckled.

"At least you didn't have to listen to her thoughts," he replied.

"Oh, I think I can guess what she was thinking. But anyways, lets just get through security. I'm starving!" I held my stomach and staggered forward a few steps to prove my point, promptly tripped over a bump in the carpeting, and almost fell.

"Well, lets just focus on the getting through security part first," he said while I grinned sheepishly back at him.

We passed through the security check without any problems, quickly bought a Starbuck's pastry, and made it to our flight gate just on time. Edward had bought first-class tickets. Figures, I thought.

Once in the plane, I leaned onto Edward and sighed. I felt secure in his arms, which were wrapped around me, fingers caressing my cheek.

"I hope your bad luck doesn't crash the plane," he whispered.

"Who knows?" I retorted, "Anyways, you would find a way to save me."

"Too true, Bella, love."

I quickly dozed off against him, hardly noticing when he reclined our seats and tucked an in-flight blanket around me. It was so comfortable that I couldn't help falling asleep.