After some very extensive research and countless hours staring at my computer screen, I came across the PERFECT honeymoon destination for Edward and Bella! And when I say perfect, I mean absolutely everything about this place is flawless for them! I can't wait to share it with you guys as you read Chapter 4- The Honeymoon!

Disclaimer- Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight

BPOV:

How do you find the words to say goodbye, if your heart don't have the heart to say goodbye – "Goodbye", Alicia Keys

Why? All of the questions that were violently thrashing about and knocking against the walls of my over-worked mind seemed to boil down to that simple one-word question.

I twisted and squirmed as I reminisced about the violent roller coaster of emotions in which I had just taken a ride on- there were so many highs and lows, twists and turns, and just when I thought the excursion was through another loop-de-loop disrupted my path. It was enough to make the most substantial person queasy.

I had suffered through so many raw feelings in just twenty-four mere hours. My heart couldn't handle it anymore and my body was paying as a result; it took the toll.

My swirling thoughts couldn't help but recall the desperate situation I had just endured; and, against my will, they revived my memory of that awful choice I was pressured to make not too long ago.

That stupid decision…it was wrong, purely immoral. Why was I so cruelly forced to choose between friendship and love, sun and air?

Jacob-my sun. My aching heart now yearned for him- he had come closer than anyone to filling the empty void in my heart when all I needed was love, stillness, composure and regularity in my life. My own personal ray of sunshine, he lifted me from my gray solitude and pulled me through the most hopeless struggle I've ever endured.

Edward-my air. My one and only true love; I need him to survive; I need him in order to breathe, to carry on.

As uncomfortable and unpleasant as it may be, I can live without sun. I can still manage to thrive in an eternity of darkness; but air, I can't possibly survive without air. If I had to pick between the two, my choice was clear.

I clawed at my bracelet and the newly attached, handcrafted charm violently swayed as a result of my swift movement. With all the effort I could muster from my drained body, I yanked it off my wrist, breaking the clasp in the process. I couldn't bear to look at that bracelet everyday and be reminded of Jake's warm russet skin and natural woody scent and of that absurd decision I was so cruelly forced to make.

"Bella?" Edward's beautiful, melodic voice echoed through my mind and bounced off the empty walls of my heart- that vital bodily organ that was so cruelly ripped out and yet so beautifully restored too many a time since my fateful move to Forks.

I could feel the familiar cold, granite arms wrap around my torso, acting as catalysts yearning to awaken me from my semi-conscious state. My numb body fell limp in my husband's arms as tears glided down my face, dropped off my chin and pooled in my collarbone.

No. This wasn't right- I couldn't do this to Edward. I swore a thousand times over that I would never force him to witness me shed tears for Jacob Black; and I had broken that constructed promise to myself more than once. I'm a horrible person for causing Edward to see me in this state, for causing him to be pained by my suffering. I'm a horrible person for letting myself love him, for letting myself love him and Jacob. I'm a horrible person for breaking Jake's heart, for tearing it violently from its socket as he did mine by his departure today.

But no matter what the circumstance, I can't possibly bring myself to hate Jake for his swift farewell. It is just as impossible for me to hate him as it is for me to love him.

As Jake so clearly put it, 'I have to face reality.' I have to continue on with my life and hope that the space he left in my heart is gradually mended over time. I have to hope that the pain begins to dull each time I look at Edward's beautiful face and am convinced that I made the right choice.

It's all over. I already made my decision and as a result of it, Jacob left. It was the hardest yet most sure resolution I've come to in my life. Now I must learn to live with the consequence. And that just happens to be a broken heart that will never fully heal.

I pried my red, swollen eyes open with all the power my weak, limp body could generate and allowed my senses to regain control. I felt the soft, comfortable bed beneath me; I heard a soothing tune softly stirring through the speakers, causing the walls to vibrate. I saw the familiar giant glass window and seemingly endless racks of music lining the walls. I tasted my dry, parched mouth, void of all moisture and quickly quivering as my body fought for composure.

Lastly, I took in my gorgeous Edward; the Greek god patiently perched on the bed facing me. He wore a deeply troubled expression and his eyes were frantically searching mine, attempting to read the emotions I was conveying through them. When he realized that there were too many feelings expressed in my eyes to fully comprehend my state of being, he gave up searching and buried his head in the skin-lined pocket of my head and neck. As I rested my burden-filled mind atop his bronze, messy hair, he took my hand in his and gently squeezed it. He then laid a trail of quick kisses down my neck and collarbone and back up again until he reached my jaw. Once positioned at my jaw, he inched toward my mouth and his lips slowly opened to envelope my own. As weak as I was, I still found the strength to kiss him back. Yes… my conscious now ensured me that I have made the right decision by choosing Edward.

Edward slowly opened his eyes, which had formally been tightly shut, and locked his gaze on me. With the free hand that wasn't busy still sending pulsating squeezes up my arm, he cradled one side of my face then reached up to stroke my hair that was sprayed recklessly upon the pillow. With my only free hand I weakly reached to grab his, causing Edward's right hand to now enclose both of mine. Edward pulled my hands, which were jointed in his grasp, to his face in order to place a sweet peck on my ring.

As he now brought his left hand across my cheek, his fingers felt like ice on my swollen, tear-broken skin. I then caught a glimpse of the brand new wedding ring he wore as it sparkled in the brilliant moonlight. Even in my dilapidated state, the sight of the white gold ring I had placed on his finger a few short hours ago brought a smile to my tear-stained face.

Edward recognized my small grin as a sign of my strength regain. He sighed and softly spoke in a clear, sincere voice, "Oh Bella. My beautiful, beautiful Bella."

As his hand reached to seamlessly wipe my tears new and old, I felt as if he had abolished my frailness, and a burst of power shot through my bones hence granting me permission to speak, "Oh Edward, I'm so sorry. I'm such a terrible person for letting you see me like this."

"No, Bella. I'm sorry that I'm so helpless in this situation. I wish I had the power to mend your broken heart, to fill the space he left gaping open."

"You have your own place in my heart and its twice as big, Edward. You don't need to wish you could fill anyone else's." I softly choked out.

With that, Edward offered me a weak smile and squeezed my hand one last time before he pulled back the bed sheets and snuggled in next to me. His normally cold, hard body seemed surprisingly warm and soft as I clasped my shaking arms around his neck. His arms stretched out and encompassed my torso, pulling me closer to him as he softly hummed my lullaby and rubbed circles into my back. I started to drift into unconsciousness, but my mind struggled to fit in one final thought: Today has been the best and worst day of my life.

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I woke up to the bright sun gleaming in through Edward's large, glass window and a beaming pixie clouding my view. I had to shield my eyes but I couldn't tell if it was due to the harsh sunlight or the blinding excitement radiating off Alice's face.

"BELLA!! Wake up! Wake up!" She giddily exclaimed as she pushed my sleep-deprived body.

I groaned as I rolled over and blindly swatted the swatch of bed next to me, expecting my hand to land on Edward's icicle of a chest. Instead, my arm cut through clean air and landed with a thud on the mattress.

"Edward's downstairs, making you breakfast," Alice chimed, picking up on my vibe and answering my wordless question. Her chirp of a voice sounded distant and I drowsily hoisted my head off my padded cushion in order to locate it. I strained to separate my glued-together eyelids and when I finally succeeded, I noticed that the pixie was thoroughly engaged in scurrying around the room, aimlessly grabbing random articles of clothing and chucking them toward an enormous suitcase. Alice lifted her head and my eyes met hers, which were sparkling with excitement as a wide grin forcibly upturned the corners of her mouth.

"Now come on, sleepyhead, pry yourself off that mattress," Alice started, "You're going to miss your flight if you don't get up now! I don't know about you, but I wouldn't miss a vacation to Prince Edward Island for a few mere hours of shuteye."

"ALICE! That was supposed to be a surprise!" Edward exclaimed as he bounded into his room balancing a large tray piled high with every type of breakfast food imaginable. He menacingly glared at the hyper pixie through unforgiving topaz eyes. The Animated Alice merely responded with a thousand-watt smile and continued tearing the room apart in search of appropriate vacation attire.

As for me, I didn't have a clue as to what has going on. I cast a questioning glance at Edward, who had settled on the bed and placed the tray of steaming food before me.

"Well, Alice has just so clearly revealed the destination of our honeymoon, hence blowing my well thought out surprise in a matter of seconds," Edward snarled through his teeth, his threatening glower still fixed on the energetic pixie

who reacted with a roll of her eyes and absentminded shrug of her shoulders.

"Oh, don't worry Edward, I don't mind." I responded with an innocent voice embellished with a sly grin and a wink at the chuckling spiky-headed vampire. I truly was eternally grateful that Alice had blown Edward's big bombshell- I couldn't really wrap my mind around the fact that he was even planning to unleash yet another cruelly afore-planned attack on me!

I racked my brain for the information Alice had so graciously handed me, and after what seemed like hours of searching, I finally came across the bit of information that the pixie had provided me with- Me and Edward's honeymoon destination: Prince Edward Island. Hmm… the name didn't ring a bell.

"And could you explain to me a little something about this Prince Edward Island, dear?" I stroked Edward's arm and used the full effect of my eyes to lure him into supplying me with additional information. With one look into my eyes, his angry expression was immediately traded for one of pure longing and love. I'm still blown away by the fact that I, the overly ordinary Bella, have the same dazzling power over him as he does me.

"Well, you were going to find out sooner or later so I might as well go into depth about it now. Prince Edward Island," He paused and his eyes sparkled with excitement as he uttered his own name. I couldn't stop myself from speculating about how coincidental it is that the island I am having my honeymoon on shares the name of my new husband.

Edward resumed, "It takes the crown for the smallest province in Canada. It's most popular for its red sandstone cliffs, rolling landscape and beaches and has also earned the reputation of the cloudiest place in the world, so the sun won't be a problem." I nodded as I swallowed a syrup-drenched lump of chocolate chip pancake. For not having touched food in over 100 years, Edward was quite the cook.

I absorbed the information in which Edward was supplying for our honeymoon destination. I hadn't gotten my hopes up for anywhere too exotic or tropical knowing full well that Edward's sparkling skin kind of limits those possibilities. So naturally, when we arrive on this island, I'm not going to expect the usual- sparkling blue oceans, hot blazing sun, palm trees, basically everything that embodies the whole beach package. But that doesn't bother me the slightest bit; I had decided that no matter where we go, a week with Edward alone is heaven enough for me.

"We should get going, love," Edward suggested after surveying me digest my last morsel of food with attentive eyes, "International flights require passengers to be present a few hours before take-off."

An eager glint shone through my husband's eyes and lit up his face as he effortlessly yanked me from the soft warm sanctuary that was his bed. "Have I ever told you how completely ravishing you look when you wake up, love?" He added in a smooth, velvety voice as his eyes moved up and down my sleep-riddled body, scrutinizing my every curve, nook, and cranny.

Instantly my mind raced back to the very circumstances in which he graced me with that exact compliment. "Maybe once or twice," I lied.

Edward let out a soft, sweet chuckle as he read my eyes, which revealed the real answer to his ominous question- he had told me that more like 100 or 200 times before.

"Opinions can grow old with time and constant use but facts never age or fade." He stated very matter-of-factly as I playfully glared at him through narrowed eyes- there he goes again, being the charmer that he is. I strained my still-exhausted body to stretch up on my tippy toes in order to place a dainty, gentle kiss on his lips. But apparently, Edward wasn't going to go for that. The second our lips came in contact, Edward aggressively grabbed my back, pinning my weak, defenseless body against his cold, hard chest. His arms draped around my waist and mine locked at the nape of his neck as the original peck deepened into a kiss of much intensity.

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As I took the steps off the plane, I marveled at the beautiful island scenery laid out before me. I didn't think green could get much greener than Forks, but Prince Edward Island certainly took that prize. The island was a perfect blend of forest and beach, scattered with both dense, thick, green foliage and breathtaking, shimmering blue seas. Stark patches of brilliant greens, blues, yellows and reds littered the islet. The beaches consisted of abundances of magnificent golden sand and the burgundy sandstone cliffs protruded into the cerulean heavens above. This place was so unbelievably pure, hardly any commercial businesses or industrialization cluttered the island and polluted the air, and the entire isle was sweetly lined with dirt and cobblestone pathways. The cloud-cluttered sky acted as a perfect cover for Edward's sparkling skin; on the flight he had mentioned that there was no need to worry about the sun because the clouds regularly shield it. With that in mind, I was expecting a dark, gloomy island, yet it shone with such brightness itself that it didn't need the sun's stark, over-powering rays. The cloud-littered sky was hardly noticeable above the magnificent scenery. It was an absolute paradise; I thought places like this only exist in fairytales.

I was so captivated by the breathtaking scenery that I wasn't the least bit surprised when I lost track of my footing and stumbled down the remaining plane steps. I braced myself for my coming crash atop the hard asphalt-covered runway when two granite arms enveloped my body instead.

"We've been here all of two seconds and you've already found a way to injure yourself!" Edward barked through his magnificent laugh as he cradled me to his side. I scowled and playfully slapped his arms as I pried myself loose from his grasp only to take two strides in front of him and halt dead in my tracks. The glorious scenery literally took my breath away as I sucked in a decent amount of oxygen and absorbed the view for the second time.

"Stunning isn't it?" Edward mused when he had composed himself from his earlier laughter attack. He snaked his arms around my waist, rested his chin on my shoulder, and was now burning a hole through my cheek with his pensive, dazzling eyes.

"It's remarkable. The forest, the beaches, the ocean, the cliffs…" My words exhausted themselves as the necessary action of breathing escaped me once more.

"I wasn't talking about the scenery," Edward softly added while he furrowed his head into my neck; the sensation of his hair against my skin sent shivers racing down my spine. I felt the familiar heat inch up my neck and into my face as I glanced up at Edward.

"You truly are the perfect definition of a blushing bride, aren't you love?" Edward spoke this through my favorite crooked grin. He then gracefully leaned down to peck me on the nose.

"You missed." I softly said. I grabbed his chin and brought it toward my face. His cold, hard lips crashed onto mine.

Edward reluctantly pulled away, took my hand in his, and excitedly dragged me through the airport. Once we had received our bags and exited the airport, he led me to a stretch of a few dozen bikes that were lining the wall. When he noticed my perplexed expression, he quickly added, "Because Prince Edward Island is so pure and un-polluted, the natives here try to use gas-guzzling vehicles as little as possible. And everything is so close here; the people have found that they don't really need cars after all. So, say hello to your car for the week." He quickly grabbed two bicycles and gestured to them with a huge, idiotic grin playing up the corners of his mouth.

His large grin revealed the fact that must've anticipated my reaction, "NO WAY! Are you kidding me, Edward? I couldn't even manage to get off the steps of the plane without tripping and you're expecting me to balance all week on that death trap?" A ticked-off expression quickly presented itself on my face as I glared at my husband.

Edward chuckled quickly and was instantly by my side. I was still recovering from the majesty that was his beautiful laugh when he whispered into my ear, "Please Bella, love? Could you do this one little thing for me- your loving, caring, faithful husband?"

Oh gosh. How could I say no to that? I reluctantly gave in and wobbled atop my bike, holding Edward's hand for support. Amazingly, I took off down the dirt road in the path of my husband rather gracefully, our luggage in tow behind us. Edward looked back at me with a loving smile and shouted for me to hurry up after him. He just couldn't wait to transport me to the cottage he had rented for the week- he was so anxious to show off the wondrous isle of Prince Edward- it was actually kind of cute.

When we arrived at the charming, colonial bungalow that is to be our home-away-from-home for the next 7 days, Edward impatiently grabbed hold of my waist and led me into the interior. When we were standing atop the doorstep, he cast his notorious crooked grin in my direction and released his tight grip on my waist before pulling me into the quaint little cottage. I gasped as I took in the room, the magnificent king-sized bed resting against the wall, the crackling flames enclosed inside the grand fireplace. I cast my gaze in the opposite direction and was completely immersed in the cute little kitchenette and surprisingly large living room area. But, as I shifted my sight around our rented home, the most remarkable aspect that caught my eye was the grand window, which revealed the gorgeous golden sand lined beach, the sparkling blue waves crashing against the shore, and the brilliant green grass swaying in the August breeze.

Edward sensed my anticipation to get out there on the porch and be amongst the gorgeous backdrop and he excitedly scooped me up and cradled me in his muscular arms bridal style. I let peals of giddy giggles resound through the cottage and bounce off the walls as he bounded through the space. I hadn't even noticed that he had opened the sliding door until we were instantly perched on the adorable white porch swing that softly swayed in the middle of the quaint wrap-around porch that encircled the cottage. It was a picture-perfect scene- the precious, snug and homey cottage for two, typically adorned with a wrap-around porch and swing, with gorgeous summer flowers cascading from the window boxes. The beautiful beach sprawled out ahead and remarkable shades of red, orange and purple splotched the sky in a flawless sunset. As I was busy absorbing this remarkable scene, I couldn't help but compare it to my previous 'Anne of Green Gables Flashbacks', as I referred to them. Those lovely visions of which I had only dreamed about before seemed to be remarkably real in this moment.

"Did you know that Prince Edward Island is where the classic, Anne of Green Gables, was set?" Edward's melodic voice interrupted my reverie and sent a surge of butterflies ripping through my stomach. I wondered if I will ever get used to his dazzling effects as he continued, "This very month the island is celebrating the 100 years the book has been published with fairs, festivals and shows."

I couldn't believe it- of course this very island set the backdrop of Anne of Green Gables. It was the exact place that had clouded my mind with those happy flashbacks and I had known it in my dreams before I had even visited it. It was yet another aspect of this gorgeous island that made it all the more perfect for me and Edward's honeymoon.

The porch swing in which we were occupying teetered gently with the coming breeze. I marveled in that moment, completely content with the love of my life perched solidly at my side, his arm draped around my shoulder. As I laid my head on his hard granite chest, I realized something. I had had those 'Anne of Green Gables Flashbacks' at the most desperate times of my life- the periods in which I had to use everything in my power to not be sucked into the whirlwind of despair and pessimism that was ravaging my dear friends and family and dangerously quickly approaching me. But I remained solid and strong through those extremely tough stretches and this, this absolutely flawless minute, is my reward. Here I am, reveling in this very moment, living my vision of a perfect life.

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As Edward reached over my body and the bed to switch the cottage lights, a thought ravaged through my mind at full-speed causing me to immediately fling myself upward and out of the carefully tucked sheets that Edward had bound me in.

"Edward! I almost completely forgot!" I nearly screamed.

"Forgot what, love?" Edward was now sitting up in bed, mimicking my exact position, his brow furrowed and a look of earnest confusion plastered across his face.

"Edward," I turned toward him and stroked his cheek with my hand as a burst of calm replaced my afore-agitated expression. If I hadn't known any better, I'd of believed Jasper was in the room. I seductively added, "Have you forgotten about our little negotiation?"

A look of recognition crossed his face and his visage imitated the intensity and heat of the fire that was currently dwindling down in the fireplace.

"I fulfilled your end of the bargain, and now I believe its time for you to fulfill mine." I quickly affixed.

"Bella," Edward's expression was obviously pained but a look of lust and eagerness betrayed his mask and filled his eyes, "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I hurt you."

"I trust you." I soothingly tried my best to comfort him, but it didn't do much.

"I know that love. The real question is, do I trust myself?"

I delicately placed my hand on his cheek and with my other hand lifted his chin so that his apprehensive gaze was locked on mine. I slowly enclosed my lips around his and soothingly ran my hand up and down his cheek. He pulled back wearing a look that was completely wiped of any trace of anxiety or fear and replaced with lust and eagerness.

Edward's cold hand landed on my chest and forced me back down to the pillow. He effortlessly pulled his shirt over his head and snuggled next to me under the warm, soft covers.

I marveled at his toned torso as my hands eagerly traced each chiseled contour of his chest. He gently grabbed hold of my waist and rolled me over so that he was now hovering over me, suspending his weight on his hands. He then let out my favorite lopsided grin and buried his head in my neck, causing a shiver to tingle down my backbone.

I watched in anticipation as he bent over my stomach and started placing sweet pecks on my skin, starting at my belly button. He slowly lifted my shirt, hence revealing tiny bits of my stomach at a time. When I felt his lavish kisses inch upward to my ribs, I was still and gave myself over to him- mind, heart, soul and body.

That's it for chapter 4! Hope you all enjoyed the chapter! Reviews GREATLY appreciated so I know what to work on! Also, I'm in the middle of writing the next couple chapters and I'm kind of running out of ideas of what Edward and Bella can do on their honeymoon- any of your suggestions are welcome and appreciated!
And yes, Prince Edward Island is a real place, it really is the cloudiest place in the world, truly was the setting of Anne of Green Gables and in the month of August it really is celebrating the 100th Anniversary of Anne of Green Gables! The cottage that Edward and Bella are staying in is modeled after a real resort- The Rodd Crowbush Golf and Beach Resort. Check out the Prince Edward Island through its website (It really is breathtakingly beautiful!) -www.gov.pe.ca/visitorsguide/index.php3