Disclaimer: Of course I own Twilight… Wait, are we talking about reality, or dream-land?

It's been a year and a half since my change. Almost two since our wedding.

I still remember the day Edward and I sat outside a café. It was two weeks after the wedding. His latte posing as a prop, us talking about what would happen on tomorrow's morrow.

"Edward, you haven't spoken a word since you took me here," I said, a little impatient he dragged me out of bed when I was so happily enjoying the morning sunshine. "There's hardly anyone about, would you just spill it already?"

Still, he had sat motionless. "Are you…?" He started.

"Yes, Edward. I've been completely sure since the moment I… Sine the moment I looked up at you, after what happened with James. In Phoenix. I'm that sure."

Now that we were married, he would have to turn me. It was how the deal originally started, before he called it off. I felt so guilty that he had sacrificed his desires for mine; I went through with it anyways.

And that was how I'd spent my last day in Forks, Washington. Staying with my father, spending my last night with him as Daddy's Girl. Leaving early to catch my plane in Denali, and saying my final good-bye. As a human at least.

It was one of the toughest things I've had to live through, and I've done a lot. I've been chased by a sadistic-tracker, jumped off cliffs, faced Volturri, witnessed vampires and werewolves in combat against an army of neophytes. But saying 'Good-bye,' to Charlie would haunt me for a year.

And a half, at least.

Now Edward and I have been going to the University of Alaska, me getting my major in Journalism. The reason I picked that was because it was one of the only degrees you could get while working off-campus, as part of a special program. Edward and I've been living a good twenty miles away from campus, and we visit every week or so for a seminar. So my tolerance level rose.

Humans. Funny thing, having been one. Now whenever the breeze catches the hair of another classmate, I feel a tugging motion in my stomach, urging me to draw closer. But it isn't as bad as when I first started. I couldn't even move, I was so tempted to kill everyone in that classroom.

Edward told me he had felt the same way my first day of school at Forks High.

And loosing to my sin and temptation is one of the things that have frightened me the most. Suddenly all his talks of drug addicts and alcoholics start to set in. I finally realize why he said turning me would be so hard.

A year and a half later and I've gained more control. And my fears of Edward loving me less because I wasn't human have disappeared. Edward loves me just as much as he has. Even more. Or at least it seems, since we're not confined to merely pecking each other on the lips anymore.

I can hold my husband, actually kiss him. A real kiss, for my Edward. And just talking like this makes me giddy, like I would've never let myself get away with as a human. (The blush would've been all over my face.)

And now he's trying to take me to France. 'A belated honeymoon,' he says.

Edward, I love him, but really. Fat chance.

Notes:

Ahh, I'm back. And instead of writing some silly comedy style one-shot, or a crappy conflict-less series, I have something else. It's called a plot line. And no, it's not going to be some cute little trip Bella and Edward go on in France. Yeah, sorry. You should review me and tell me if you hate it already, or if I'm going too O.O.C. I have a bad tendency of confusing what Isabella would do and what I, Isabelle would do. Ah, well. Ta-ta. Isabelle Evans.