Jumping to Sea

Alice and Jasper were off hunting. Elk season was jasper's new favorite. Rose and Emmet were on their seventeenth honeymoon. This last wedding had had a Vegas theme. I had hated my dress. Carlisle and Esme were celebrating their anniversary by taking a trio to Isle Esme. They were planning on spending a month there. And Renesmee was on a weekend camping trip slash date with Jacob. Edward and I wished not to know the details of our appearing fourteen year old daughters vacation. We knew it would be clean, but Jacob's sense of humor hadn't changed. In other words, Edward and I were all alone, vacationing in our wedding gift cottage. Alone. finally.

I was curled up against Edward, who was reading a new book he had picked up on the way here, on the couch in the living room, as afire burned in the fireplace. As I sat there I tried to focus on my fuzzy and blurred human memories. Quick flashes of lunches spent with Jess and Angela. Tyler nearly turning me into roadkill. The night we went dress shopping in Port Angeles. Being tortured with the idea of prom. Riding my motorcycle to hear Edward's voice echo through my head. Jumping off the cliff at La Push on that wonderfully horrid day…

"Edward?" I sighed.

"Yes my love?" he asked in a curious tone.

I presumed he had been trying to scan my mind again and possibly may have gotten a read on something when I had thought his name. Now I had to predeed asking my question with caution. "I was wondering… could we go... jump off a cliff? …Please? Just this once?"

He started a bit, probably forgeting I couldn't have suicidal toughts, then sighed, "No. Why? Last time it nearly killed you. It shouldn't be something you want to try again."

How could he be so oblivious? It was obvious to me at least.

"Edward, that was years ago. I thought you were used to me being an indestructible monster now?" I just had to tease him a bit there, "Just one little leap over the edge of a very high cliff won't hurt us at all. Pretty, pretty, pretty Pleeease?"

"But Bella, why do you want to?"

"Edward, I'm a vampire. I haven't been in an ocean since our honeymoon. You never let me do anything dangerous. And because I'm so not breakable is exactly why I want to go jump off a cliff."

"I want to prove to myself that I can jump off a cliff without killing myself or needing to be saved by a werewolf. Don't talk. I know I've had years to get used to the idea, and crumbling rocks it a great way to work at it, but honestly I never get to prove it to myself. Either I've been being a mother to Renesmee or you have been protecting me. It's time I test myself."

Yeah, it was one of my longer speeches, but I really wanted to do this. And even though I loved Edward enough to give my life for him, he did have his over-protective moments. Especially when we were new to a school and Edward had the 'pleasure' of reading all of the thoughts of the entire student body. Once, the result had been him being forced to sit through several hours' worth of lectures.

But jumping off a cliff was something I wanted to do for myself. It's not as if I was thinking suicidal thoughts or because I wanted to drive my husband crazy with anxiety. I was indestructible after all.

Besides, just like it had years ago, it sounded like a fun idea. Especially now that I could really enjoy it, vampire style. Every one of the smallest details would be maximized full of intensity.

"Are you sure you want to try this?" asked a tentative Edward.

"Absolutely. It sounds like fun. And, no, I am not crazy. You should know that by now."

Edward chuckled, sighed and thought for a moment. After a long and silent internal debate he responded, "Well, then I guess you should go get ready."

Elated, I gave him a quick peck on the check, and with a "thank you!" I took off to get ready.

I couldn't wait to jump off that cliff.


AN: This will only be three chapters long, but I plan on the other two chapters being longer. Maye I will earn myself a few reviews along the way.

After I finished, I realized I forgot a disclaimer, so here it is: The only thing I own is the Book on my bookshelf, so clearly, I'm not Stepenie Meyer.