"Are you serious

"Are you serious?" He laughed at me.

"Yes, Bella." He reached out for me and I took his hand to pull myself up then I jumped on him and showered him in kisses.

"Thankyou," I whispered in his ear. He looked stunned when I pulled back to look at him and I laughed. "What?"

"Well if I knew you were going to react like this I would have taken you ages ago!" He kissed me softly then tugged my hand.

"Come on, we'll miss the flight if we don't get moving. Besides, I've never been to Paris and I am really quite looking forward to it. I've always wanted to go, you know." I stared at him disbelief.

"What?" he asked curiously.

"Well, you just said you've never been to Paris and you've always wanted to go. Why haven't you? It's not like you haven't had the time or money." He leaned in close and whispered into my ear.

"Well, Bella my dear, Paris is one of the most romantic cities in the world, and up until you came along, I've never had anyone I wanted to go with." I blushed and stared into his golden eyes. He smiled sweetly at me and led me over to the woman who checked our tickets.

I was so amazed at the sight of the first-class cabin that I couldn't find it in me to scold Edward for all the money he was spending. I could definitely get used to this.

After a very comfortable 10 hour flight, we arrived in Paris at about 9:00 at night. We found a limo waiting for us and I glared at Edward. He gave me an innocent look and shrugged.

I sat glued to the window like an excited puppy, taking in the beautiful city.

"Bella?" I turned to my husband, grinning.

"Yeah?"

"I've been talking to you for the past five minutes and you haven't been listening."

"Oh, sorry honey, I was kinda caught up in Paris. What were you saying again? Répéter s'il vous plait?" He laughed.

"I didn't know you spoke French."

"I took it up for a few years back in Phoenix. I don't really remember that much though," I said laughing," But I assume you can speak perfect French in a perfect French accent?"

"Well I don't know about perfect, but yes, I can speak French." I rolled my eyes at him.

"So, what did you have planned for tonight?"

"Well, I thought we'd check in at our hotel, then get you something to eat and have a look around?"

"Sounds great." I kissed him softly. He, to my surprise, deepened the kiss.

"You know, there are other things we could do tonight," He said seductively. He almost got me.

I smiled mischievously and kissed him passionately then pulled away.

"Bella," he groaned, "Why do you have to tease me?" I grinned.

"Don't worry, I promise we can do that later, but seriously, how often do we get to go to Paris?" He laughed.

"Later," he agreed.

We arrived at our very expensive but beautiful hotel, the Hotel Meurice and were in, of course, the most expensive suite in the place, which was literally one of the most expensive suites in the world. It was on the seventh floor and called the 'BELLE ETOILE SUITE" (Seriously, google it, it's amazing.)

"Edward," I whined, "Why do you have to spend so much money?"

"Because I love you, this is our honeymoon and I want to spoil you." I let it go. For now.

"So, where to first?" My stomach grumbled.

He laughed. "I'll take that as something to eat first then shall I?"

We walked down beside the Seine River and the city was absolutely gorgeous and so romantic.

We took a boat ride down the river and I stood at the edge, with Edward's arms wrapped around me.

At around 11:30, I was beginning to get sleepy. Edward guided me back to our stunning suite and reluctantly fell asleep almost the minute my head hit the pillow.

I slept for about 2 hours before it became impossible. Edward noticed me stirring.

"Bella? Why are you awake? It's too early, go back to sleep, love."

"I can't. Jet lag. What are you up to?"

"I was just reading up on Paris, actually. I was thinking about what we could do later."

"Yeah? What did you come up with?"

"Well, since we are close to the Louvre, we can go there first, then take a boat ride down the river to the Eiffel Tower?"

"That sounds good, I've always wanted to see the Eiffel Tower. I gotta warn you though, I dunno how I'm going to make the stairs." He laughed at me.

"Don't worry, love. I'll help you up them." I let out an involuntary yawn and he kissed my forehead.

"Go back to sleep now Bella, we've got lots to do tomorrow."

I woke up the next morning to the smell of delicious waffles. I opened my eyes and my husband came in carrying a tray of delicious looking food.

"Morning, love. I got you some breakfast."

"Morning. Thanks, honey it smells so good! What time is it?"

"About nine. I'm sorry but we have to head off in about half an hour so you're going to have to get up soon."

"S'ok."

After a delicious breakfast, we headed downstairs and walked through the beautiful streets to the Louvre.

I had seen pictures of the Louvre many times and dreamed of seeing the beautiful, historic building. No picture could ever compare to the real thing.

I stood, awestruck at looked up at the magnificent old building. Edward paid for our admission and we walked into the first exhibition.

The art was so amazing that I found myself to be speechless on more than one occasion. Edward looked enthralled by both the art and my reactions to it. I had to laugh at him as I caught him looking at me from the corner of his eye.

It took us most of the day to make our way through the Louvre. It was nearly twilight as we travelled down the river on a small boat to the Eiffel Tower.

Edward, as promised, helped me climb the hundreds of stairs to the top of the tower. The top level had been roped off, but he somehow managed to get us up there, legally or not.

It had reached twilight by the time we got up the top and all the lights of the city were on. It was one of the most beautiful sights I had seen in my life and I knew I would never forget it.

When we got back to the hotel, I got a quick bite to eat in the restaurant and then we headed upstairs.

I was starting to get over my jet lag and after such a romantic night there was only one thing on my mind- how much I wanted Edward.

I awoke the next morning after a fantastic and tiresome night, to see my Edward staring lovingly into my eyes.

"What's on the agenda today?" I asked him as he kissed my neck.

"Well I thought we might walk down the Champs-Elysées and have a look around down there."

"Sounds good." As soon as the words were out of my mouth, Edward's cell buzzed. He sighed as he checked the caller ID.

"Hello Alice. Yes she's here. OK, hold on." He passed the phone to me and Alice's excited voice greeted me.

"Hello?"

"Bella! How are you? Are you having a good time?"

"I'm great Alice! Yes, we're having a great time Paris is amazing!"

"I knew you would! Now listen Bella, I know where you are going today, and I know exactly what shops there are up the Champs-Elysées so I expect you to come home with lots of stuff!"

"Alice!" I whined. "I did not come here to shop! I will buy something, I promise, but I am not coming home with three extra suitcases!" She laughed.

"Fine, but you are a Cullen now Bella, and if you insist on buying one thing," I could just imagine the look of horror on her face, "Then I expect it to be pricy. Understood?"

I sighed. "Yes ma'am." Edward laughed.

"Good girl, you're learning well! Talk to ya later, love you!" We hung up and I got dressed.

We took another limo ride to the top of the Champs-Elysées and wandered down. I have to admit I did love a lot of the stuff that were in the little boutiques, but I refused to spend too much money.

"Bella, you know Alice is going to kill you if you don't buy something. What do you want? You can have anything."

"Edward, I don't want to spend too much money, it's not necessary! If I have to choose something, then I want that Chanel bag, I like it." He grinned and led me into the shop.

After walking down the long road, we reached the Arc de Triumph. I took so many photos of all the places we had been to and this was no exception.

Having been out for pretty much the whole day, we decided to call it a day with the sightseeing and to go back to the hotel to change for dinner. Edward wanted to take me somewhere special and I got another call from Alice, telling me to wear a dress she had packed for me and the matching shoes.

We arrived at a beautiful French restaurant, a couple of blocks away from the hotel and were taken to a 'table for two' out in the courtyard.

The food was spectacular and I even had the guts to try frog's legs and snails! It's true, the frogs taste like chicken. As for the snails, well let's just say it's a one-time experience.

The next few days flew by. We visited pretty much everything there is to see in Paris, from the Notre Dame, to Sacre Coeur. In spite of myself, I found that shopping in Paris really wasn't that bad and I allowed myself to buy a couple more things, plus some souvenirs for Charlie and Renée.

I woke up to Edward shaking me softly.

"I'm sorry, love but we have to go to the airport, it's time to leave."

"Do we really have to go?" He chuckled.

"We'll come back sometime. We have forever, after all." I smiled at the thought.

"What time is it?"

"Nearly six in the morning. I've packed up your stuff, you just need to get dressed then we'll head off." I mumbled incoherently and climbed out of bed.

Edward loaded our luggage into the Volvo when we reached Seattle 10 hours later and sped off to Forks. As we were speeding down the highway, I drifted off to sleep, thinking about the most amazing week of my life.

I woke with a start when Edward's phone rang. I reached over and got it out of Edward's jacket pocket.

"Alice, you couldn't have waited till we got home? You just woke me up!" I grumbled at her.

"Bella, put Edward on the phone now please."

"What's going on?" I started to panic.

"Bella just please put Edward on." I handed the phone to him, my hands shaking.

"Alice, what's the matter?" She was speaking to quickly for me to understand her.

"OK, we'll be home soon. Did you see what they want? OK, well that's good I guess. See you soon." As soon as he said 'they' I knew who he was talking about. He glanced over at me with a concerned expression.

"Volturi." I whispered. He nodded.