"Paris? No way!" I literally was jumping up and down. I must've looked like an idiot, so I stopped. I've always wanted to go to Paris
"Come on. I'll show you to the hotel." We walked for a bit, until we reached the Hotel Champs Elysees Plaza. It was a beautiful hotel. Jacob walked up to the front desk and said "Reservation for Jacob and Renesmee Cullen." The person at the front desk gave Jacob a look-down, and then handed him the key. I never noticed it before, but to them, Jacob looked like the destructive type. Ha-ha, funny. We took the elevator to the very top floor, which opened up to a very luxurious room. I assumed this was our suite for the next week. I expected them to buy us the most extravagant and expensive room there was. I would have been fine with a small, second floor room. I walked over to the window to see the view, and the Eiffel Tower was right smack dab in front of this room. It was 10:00PM, and the Eiffel Tower was breath-taking at night.
"I'm going to go take a shower. Maybe the hot water will help with the post-plane ride sleep." To be honest, I wasn't droopy or anything, it was the fact that this was the first night of our honeymoon, and I know enough of what happens on that night… I was nervous. I stayed in the shower longer than I usually do, forty-five minutes. I figured I was in here long enough. I shut off the water and grabbed a towel and began drying myself. In mid-process of drying off my legs, the bathroom door opened. It scared me, and I fell to the floor, covering myself with the towel. It was hard, no, impossible to scare me. I saw a tan hand come through the doorway and place a pile of pajamas on the bathroom countertop. The door closed, and I heard my husband's deep and loud laughter through the door. I grabbed the PJ's and put them on. They we're blue shorts and lime green tank top. I hung the towel up and brushed my teeth. Only then, did I come out of the bathroom, to find Jacob spread out across the double-y king sized bed, with his hands behind his head, watching TV.
"Hey, thanks for giving me a heart attack in there. That isn't easy to do." I sarcastically said.
"No problem-o." He let the "o" sit there. He was obviously nervous too. He moved his right hand out from under his head and patted the pillow next to him. I walked slowly over and laid down, laying on top of his arm. It felt nice, so I moved closer to him and snuggled up to him. He looked down into my eyes and surrendered his façade, and was bursting with joy. I lifted my head up to kiss him. It was meant to be a small kiss, but it turned into a very passionate kiss. His hands grabbed the small of my back and pulled off my shirt. He was shirtless already, so I couldn't do the same. This part only lasted for a few minutes. Then we let our instincts take over.
Next Day…
The sun woke me up the next day, I could tell Jacob was already awake, so what was the point in me pretending to be asleep.
"Good morning." I yawned.
"Hey, sleepy head." Jacob responded.
"'Sleepy head.' What's that supposed to mean?"
"It's 6:00PM, Nessie."
"Six… PM? Impossible. It must be the whole jet lag."
"I'm fairly sure it was from something else." He laughed. I smiled at the memory. Considering how tall he was and how short I was (I mean, I was as tall as my Mom, but Jacob still towered over us), we fit together perfectly.
"Let me go make you something, you're probably starving." In truth, I was hungry, but I wasn't in the mood for human food, I wanted to hunt.
"Actually, can we go hunt?"
He hesitated. "Nessie, you're parents gave me strict instructions that we couldn't hunt. They didn't want to risk us being exposed, especially when we're so close to the Volturi." I froze at the name. We haven't had to deal with the Volturi in over six years.
"You're right; cook me up some dang human food then."
"Why make, when we can order. Room service, remember?"
"Right, okay, I want the… Spaghetti Neapolitan, with a Lemon Iced Tea for a drink." Jacob ordered our dinner. When our meal finally arrived, I have to admit, these hotel chef's really know how to cook. Probably one of the best meals I've ever eaten.
"So what should we do? I'm not tired. Maybe we can go shopping, sightseeing. I know Auntie Alice wanted us to take lots of pictures so she can put together a scrapbook."
"We don't have a camera." He seemed kind of relieved we didn't have to take pictures.
"My Aunt will kill me and you, and besides, I don't think that will be a problem." I pointed out as I fanned myself with several hundred dollar bills.
We did go shopping for a while, before the stores closed down. It was hard shopping; I didn't find it as much fun as my Aunt. We bought a professional looking camera, and took photos of us. A lot of photos. We asked people to take them for us too. My favorite picture was the one of me and Jacob at the top of the Eiffel Tower, we had asked someone to take it for us. I liked this one because it was the way we matched the background. I loved going to the top of that, you could see all of Paris, and it was so beautiful.
When we got back, it was already 11:30PM, and Jacob was tired of carrying around shopping bags. Not tired like, sleepy tired, but people we're laughing at him when they saw him holding oversized, pink bags. They didn't dare laugh long, when they noticed how big and masculine he really was, and the fact that he was with his wife.
We did decide to go to bed when we got back to our room. If we fell asleep earlier, we should be able to wake up earlier.
"Goodnight, my Nessie." Jacob bent down to kiss me before he got in bed next to me. I snuggled up next to him as soon as he got comfortable.
"Goodnight, my Jakey." My eyes closed as I said that.
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Nessie's dream…
I woke with the pain in my stomach still present, and I grabbed it, like it was a stomach ache, something minor, something pleasant compared to this, but the lights and walls we're flashing past me.
"What's the matter with her? You we're supposed to keep a close eye on her!" I recognized the voice. Daddy.
"She was fine! I checked on her, and she was still asleep… I didn't know…" My grandfather argued back.
"You we're supposed to keep her safe! You promised me!" Daddy yelled back, directed at someone else.
"I didn't know it would happen. I'm sorry…" Jacob muttered.
I moaned, "What's happening?" I choked out.
"It's okay Nessie, we'll make sure to save you, both." Both, who else was hurt? And just like that, another pain stabbed my stomach, and I gave another scream.
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"Nessie! Nessie, answer me!" Jacob screamed. I woke up, my eyes springing open. My heartbeat was fast, and uneven, and my breathing was ragged. "Are you okay? You were screaming again."
"I'm fine, it's fine. Just a dream." Though to me it wasn't a dream, it was something more, and it meant something more.
"This is the second time this has happened. What have you been dreaming about?"
I felt this was private, so I made up a lie. "I really don't know, it's so confusing, and I think that's what's making it scary." But in truth, that's kind of how I felt.
"There's something you're not telling me." Jacob pushed.
"It's nothing, Jacob. Just forget it please?" He dropped the subject there. But he continued to bring it up every time I would wake up screaming.
The days passed and soon it was time to go. I didn't want to leave Paris, but my Daddy did only give us a week and our week was up. We checked out of the hotel and head to the airport. Soon enough we were on the plane home.
