I sighed with content as I lay on the soft tufts of grass, basking in the sunlight. My sparkling arms were stretched out in the open, and all I could hear were the soft chirps of various birds and the sounds of Edward turning the pages of his book, and Edward's slow and unnecessary breathing, and Edward, Edward, Edward...
Suddenly, a slight, but sharp, prick snapped me out of day-dreaming. "Ow," I muttered to myself, and lifted my head to find a small bird of some sort pecking my big toe. When it saw that I was frowning at its presence, it panicked and abruptly flew off towards the nearest tree.
"Birds are so annoying," I huffed. I heard a small grunt of amusement behind me, and I rolled my eyes.
"Something wrong, love?" Edward asked me, although I knew he had seen the bird already.
"No, I'm fine," I replied, and turned around to smile lazily at my husband. His bronze hair was disheveled from the slight breeze, and the top four buttons of his flannel shirt were unbuttoned, revealing a smooth, pale muscular chest. As our eyes locked together, his mouth formed into my favorite lop-sided grin, and I patted the spot next to me with my hand. He got up and set his book down, slowly ambling towards me. As he laid down, he pulled me to his chest and I nestled into his arms. Life had been so perfect for the last seven years; it felt like paradise to me, but to Edward, it was 'a heaven he always yearned for,' although both practically meant the same thing. After we held our beautiful, private wedding in the meadow, Edward changed me as he had promised, and immediately after, we had moved to Michigan-which was too 'boring' according to Emmett. Leaving Charlie behind was hard, and he was devastated when he had heard the news from Carlisle that I had 'died' in a car accident on the way to the airport for my honeymoon. But the hardest part was leaving Jake and the pack. I hadn't seen him at my wedding, which did cause a little pain, and I didn't tell him that I had become a vampire either, probably because I was afraid of the reaction that I would have gotten. But I soon forgot about my life in Forks when we moved to an isolated territory in Canada-that seemed to have been forgotten-where Esme had already bought a mansion back in the 1920s. Of course, Victoria was still on the loose, but so far, no trouble had come our way since leaving Forks. And for that, I was grateful. Peace at last.
"What are you thinking about?" Edward breathed softly into my ear. I squirmed with delight as his voice sent tingles all the way down to my toes. I rolled over until I was on top him, staring into his beautiful topaz eyes.
"Hmmm..." I pondered. Then, I leaned in until I was hovering over his head, my mouth centimeters from his, and as seductively as I could-which was probably not that seductive at all-whispered, "I don't know...want to give me something to think about?"
"Oh, how you love to torture me," grinned Edward, and he leaned in until his lips softly touched my lips. I groaned as he switched our positions so that he was on top of me, and eager for more, I leaned in and pressed my mouth against his. His tongue found its way into my mouth, and almost melted in his arms. It was amazing how he could still make my insides churn when he touched me after what seemed a lifetime of being with him. But that was part of true love, I guess, and I was so happy that he was all mine.
We were still kissing when a loudboom of laughter erupted, startling us. The rest of the family was probably back from their hunting trip early. Quickly, we broke apart, and I clumsily-yes, I was still a klutz unfortunately- smoothed out my hair with my palms, looking nervous. Edward, on the other hand, was a different story. Looking absolutely livid, he glared at Emmett, who was making his way towards us, still grinning like a maniac. I guess he really was telling the truth when he said that he hadn't forgiven his brother, who had torn a piece of the leather seat of the Volvo last week, which I thought was silly, seeing it could always be repaired.
"I thought you were going to be gone for three days, not two!" Edward snarled at his brother, who was on the porch. Rosalie, Alice, and Jasper, who were all snickering, followed, and Esme and Carlisle were in the back of the line, talking softly to each other. At least not everyone had witnessed our little make-out session, I thought silently to myself.
"Man, I don't even get a 'welcome back!' What kind of family is this?" Emmett replied sarcastically.
"We didn't want you two tearing up the house again," Jasper joked, referring to the time when Edward and I broke two vases and a table while we were...having fun. I hid my face in embarrassment.
"Oh man, you sure did it, Jazz! Edward's gonna murder you now!" Emmett bellowed, still laughing at us, or rather at the face Edward was making at his brother.
"Over my dead body," Alice grunted, and pushed her way through my brothers, grabbed me by the wrist, and kissed me on the cheek. Edward began to whisper harshly to Emmett and Jasper, and I tried to listen in, but Alice began talking to me. Rosalie, looking bored, plopped onto the grass beside my feet and started to pluck grass.
"Bella. I've been meaning to ask you-where have all your clothes gone? I mean, all the new ones! Like, the time we went shopping...last weekend, was it? You haven't been wearing them, and are, like seriously attached to those, um, rather filthy looking sweats,"Alice wrinkled her nose in disdain when she glanced down at my old pajama bottoms, "perhaps we should go again, maybe, let's say, now? It-" Before she could say another word, I clamped my hand over her mouth.
"They're in my closet!" I said frantically, but before I could take another step, I heard a loud crash. Edward and Jasper and Emmett were locked in a heated three-way combat, each one seeming to be defending themselves. It had become their favorite hobby as brothers, but last time, they had splashed mud all across Alice's new yellow Porsche. The one from Italy.
"Oh God!" Alice moaned. "Not again!" Suddenly, she froze, her eyes glassing over into a milky white stare. Jasper broke away, panting, and rushed to his wife's side. We all began to move closer, afraid we would disturb her. Ten seconds passed, then thirty, then a minute, then four...Alice had still not snapped out of it. Panicked, I grasped her arm.
"Alice! Alice! What are you seeing?" I questioned frantically. Jasper started to shake her shoulders.
"Alice! Alice! ALICE!" he almost yelled. I jumped back, surprised at his reaction, since he was usually the gentle and calm one.
"Someone, get Carlisle!" Rosalie gasped. Emmett took off into the house, yelling our "parents'" names. I grabbed Edward's hand, while still staring at Alice, pleading her to come back to the present. Edward squeezed my hand and murmured, "She'll be fine."
Jasper tore his head away for one second to glare at Edward. "How can you know that? She's not even moving for God's sake!" Just then, Carlisle and Esme came out, followed by Emmett.
"Move out of the way everyone," Carlisle commanded, when Alice was brought back to life with a jolt and sank to the ground. Jasper quickly followed her and she shook, climbing into his arms for safety.
"Thank god, Alice, you scared the hell out of me," he murmured. But Alice didn't hear him. Instead, she moaned quietly, "Oh no," and glanced up at me. Confused, I stared back, bewildered.
"What is it, Alice? Tell me!" I urged her. She shook her head, and moaned again. I let go of Edward and crouched down in front of her. "Alice, tell me. Tell us," I said softly.
"They're coming. Someone's coming. Someone dangerous," was her reply. I stared at her.
"Who? Who's that 'someone?'" I prodded her.
"I don't know, I don't know, Bella," she said. I was about to ask her when she answered my mind, "But-they-you. They're coming for you."
And then I froze cold.