Ch: 6
B.P.O.V
I never did like airports. Now I loathed them! They smelled thickly like humans and jets. A lot of humans and jets. I coughed and put a hand over my nose. "You know, Bella, you don't have to breathe," Carlisle said, grinning. "Oh, now you tell me!" I stopped breathing and went up to the luggage line. I smiled and the guy that was helping me was dazzled for a second. "Uh…name?"
"Isabella Cullen, heading to Italy," I said. He punched it all in and nodded, "You have gate—" "Twelve C. I know. I have my ticket here, I just need my stuff on luggage." He took my stuff and handed me a number, "If you're ever lonely… give me a call." I took the number and sighed, "I would, but I'm meeting my husband in Italy." He blushed furiously and straightened his tie. I hurried away and went into security and to the gates. The La Push boys were already there. "What took yah?"
"Lines… humans! Ugh! They smell awful here!" They agreed and Jake sat next to me. "I know it smells bad, but you don't have to go all haywire with your powers!" I looked at myself and tried to calm down. "Sorry… I'm anxious. I don't know what that power is yet. I'm trying to stay as calm as I can."
"Well… there is a song that calms every restless spirit that I know of. Would you like to hear it?"
I nodded a bit. He began to sing it and I closed my eyes, listening.
J.P.O.V
Oh how I wanted to kiss that She-Wolf! She was so still… practically like stone. But now her powers have calmed down, I stopped singing. Gently, I wrapped an arm around her and laid my chin on her head. "Bella, it's time to go." I said. She stood automatically and began to board with the rest of us.