A/N I don't own Twilight, or any part of it. I just happen to like getting into Edward's head.

No, that wouldn't happen. I would find a way. If I couldn't talk her out of this insanity, I would have to find a way to control myself. If only I had half the faith in myself that others seemed to have. Carlisle's voice ran through my mind once more.

"I have faith in you, my son. Of course, it would be very dangerous for her, if it were anyone but you. Physical love is a very powerful thing, like nothing else. It must not be treated lightly. Strong emotions can alter us in permanent ways.

"Ahhh," he had smiled encouragingly, one hand on my shoulder. His golden eyes searched mine, as if looking into the soul I wished I had. "But you need not worry about that part. She has already altered you so completely." Yes, but not enough. Not enough to make me safe for her.

I pushed the entire train of thought to the back of my mind, trying desperately to erase the sad scowl from my brow as I woke Bella, guiding her off the plane and through the international counter on our way to the next flight. I supported most of her weight, her poor human body was so exhausted from the events of the day that she could barely hold her eyes open.

Until she noticed our destination, that is. Her eyes flashed open, and she stared at me with a strange look on her face. Was that fear? Nervousness? Or just confusion? I wanted so desperately to know what was going through her mind as she gasped out "Rio De Janeiro?"

"Another stop," I tried to reassure her with my calmest voice.

She should be scared, but not of Rio. The fear swept over me again, and I struggled to keep it from showing on my face. It was a useless battle within me, trying to banish it completely. But I knew there was good reason to be terrified, and I couldn't bring myself to let her out of my arms through the entire flight.

We settled into our first class seats, and she drifted back off to sleep in moments. I watched her face as I held her cradled as close as I could. A slight smile turned up the corners of her lips, and she whispered my name in her sleep. That look, that voice, they utterly disarmed me in an instant, and I could feel my face light up with joy, and triumph. She was mine.

To be able to gaze into this face for the rest of eternity was a privilege that should be bestowed on Gods, not me, a soulless monster. I shook my head in disbelief. If I was capable of sleep, I would think I must be dreaming.

What had I ever done to deserve this? Nothing. I surely didn't deserve this blessing in my life. And yet, here she was. Mrs. Isabella Cullen, my wife. I grinned at that word. Would I ever get used to it? I doubted it.

I would do all I could to be worthy of her love. Starting by making our honeymoon as perfect as possible.

I allowed a part of my mind to flip through each detail that I'd planned so meticulously. I hoped nothing had escaped my attention. Alice had packed Bella's things, so I could be confident she would have thought of everything she might need.

Gustavo and his wife should have thoroughly cleaned and aired out the house, stocking it with fresh human food. I had developed quite an extensive knowledge of the culinary arts so I could serve her nearly any dish she might desire, from comfort foods to fine cuisine. I was fairly confident I'd done all I could to prepare. So long as I could make her happy…

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