BPOV

My eyes were closed as I took in the scents of the air with an unnecessary breath. I felt the warmth of the wind against my skin. My head tilted back, enjoying the sensations. The sand was warm and soft beneath my bare feet. The sounds of the ocean just added to the bliss… which quickly turned to heaven when two smooth, silky, warm hands placed themselves on top of mine. The hands pulled mine to my stomach and pulled me into the chest of the love of my very existence.

I zoned out, enjoying myself.

It was our first anniversary, and our second honeymoon… on Isle Esme: a place that holds both the best and worst memories of our lives. I giggle slightly at one memory.

"What are you thinking?" the perfect creature holding me asks.

I turn my head and open my eyes to look up into warm golden brown, framed by the dim sparkle from the setting sun. I smile. "Feathers."

He chuckles at the memory.

I turn around in his arms and stand on my tiptoes. Like a magnet, my mouth latches onto his. My fingers weave through his hair the same way his does in mine. His arm pulls me as close as possible…. And soon, standing is no longer an option.

This is the very definition of true bliss.

I lay sprawled across his chest in the white room. My eyes are closed, remembering my first married night with Edward. Pretending that I could still sleep. His arms were twined around me. I felt protected, loved, the way I always felt in Edward's arms.

"Can we stay here forever?" I whisper.

I rose with Edward's chest as he sighed. I sniffed a whispered giggle at the sensation.

"I wish," he says softly.

I lift my head to look at him. I know what's going through his mind. It's going through mine, too.

Renesmee.

The memory assaults me: her small round face twisted in sorrow as we tell her we're leaving for a few weeks. It made me want to cry, to turn to Edward and tell him that we were staying. I had never wanted to leave her without her parents. But everyone had insisted that we take a second honeymoon, especially since our last one ended in disaster.

She grew so rapidly, though. She was going to look so different when we got home. Would I even be able to recognize her? Part of me chastised myself for not thinking of her all the time on this trip. I was going to miss her childhood. My eyes stung as if tears were developing. My breath hitched in my throat…

"We should never have left," I choked.

"Oh, Bella," he said softly, stroking my cheek.

"Will we even be able to recognize her?"

His arms pulled me in tighter. He tucked my head under my chin and stroked my hair. "Of course we will. Her aging is slowing, remember? She won't have aged much."

"I just don't- don't want to miss- her childhood." Talking was getting harder, as was hiding the sobs.

"I know." I heard his voice tremble. "But we did need this, Bella. We can't be around her every second of every day. We needed a second honeymoon." His tone changed and he pulled my face up by my chin. "I don't think I got my proper share last time."

While Renesmee wasn't forgotten, our sorrow certainly was.

A lone, dark figure stands on a balcony, watching the final moments of the setting sun.

It was unacceptable.

She made me look weak. Like nothing. I am not nothing. I will never be nothing.

That creature was going to pay for making me look like a fool. No one had ever done that to me before. And no one ever would again. Especially not her.

I could taste vengeance in the air, and it was sweet.

Another lone figure paces back in forth in a dark room.

Too dangerous. A threat. That's what this new creature was.

She refused to join us. So be it. She needed to be stopped.

Too powerful…

They were too powerful. They had to be stopped.