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Chapter 6-Honey Bee

My first thought when I woke up was, what in the hell did Esme wash her sheets with to get them to smell this good? I held the pillow to my face, inhaling the exotic smelling spices mixed with nothing but my pure, unadulterated man. The smell was enough to cause my panties to dampen even more from the delicious dream I'd had of Edward.

We had been snuggling in his bed before I slowly started to drift off in his arms. He had been softly stroking my hair, whispering sweet nothings and telling me about all the plans he had for us. I took in one more deep breath before opening my eyes. I shot straight up as I realized I wasn't in my own bed.

As I glanced around the room, taking everything in, the true memories and not just last night's dreams came back to me. A huge smile appeared on my face as I remembered everything, and I squealed like an excited little girl on Christmas morning. I was in Edward's room.

His room had a quaint seating area where you could sit and watch the sun rise. The walls were a pale golden color that made the room even warmer and inviting. There was a fire glowing out of the gas fireplace directly across from the plush and yet masculine bed. A flat screen television was mounted on the wall above the fireplace, and what I was guessing was the door to his bathroom or closet sat directly across from the balcony French doors. The room, while very clean, still looked lived in.

There were family photographs on the walls, unlike my room which only contained pieces of art, and made it all the more personal and lovely to me. Running shoes had been left haphazardly by the fireplace. A towel was left on the edge of the bed, most likely forgotten this morning, and yesterday's suit jacket rested on the back of his desk chair.

What stood out the most, though, was the bouquet of tulips sitting on the desk. There were two of each of the red, orange, yellow, pink, white, and cream colored flowers. I had no idea how or even if he knew tulips were my favorite flower, but they were beautiful. It was the symbolism that stood out the most to me.

With tears in my eyes, I climbed out of bed to get a closer look at the flowers. There was a card with my name attached. I wiped my eyes before reaching for it. I opened the envelope, pulled out the card, and read aloud:

"To my beautiful Isabella,

I watched you sleep this morning, wishing I didn't have to leave you. I know I get to see you tonight, but until then, these will have to do for saying what I haven't yet had the chance to.

Yours, Edward."

Since tulips were my favorite, I knew what each color represented: true love, desire, passion, cheerful thoughts, new affection, and caring. It was the cream ones that cause the large smile and tears to stream down my face. I will always love you. My heart burst, knowing he felt the same as I did even if we had only just shared our first date.

Reluctantly, I gathered up the few things I brought with me, as well as the tulips, and went back over to my room. I texted Jasper for Edward's number. I knew I could have asked Alice, but she was in her studio today and I wasn't ready for her interrogations. Once he replied with the number, I settled on my bed before texting Edward.

Good morning, Edward! Thank you for the tulips. They're my favorite flowers-especially the cream colored ones. Yours, Isabella xo

I didn't have to wait long for his reply.

Good morning to you too, honey bee. I'm so happy you like them, especially the cream ones. I didn't want to go to work this morning. Waking up to you in my bed was truly magnificent. Yours, E xo

I began to flush, my heart beating faster. Just knowing he felt everything I did made the ever-present spark even brighter as I thought of him.

Honey Bee? I guess I can be your honey bee. ;) I'm sure I would have enjoyed it more if you were still in the bed with me when I woke up. –HB xo

I giggled thinking about Blake Shelton's song. Although I wasn't a huge fan of country music, Honey Beewas a cute and catchy tune.

I hated leaving you. The only thing keeping me sane is knowing I get to spend time with you tonight. I can't wait HB. –E xo

I loved that he wanted to spend more time with me too.

I can't wait either. I'm heading to the beach to take some pictures since Alice gave me time off for good behavior. I can't wait to meet Rosalie and Emmett tonight, but can't wait to see you more. –HB xo

His reply was instant.

Trust me when I say I'm counting the minutes until I see you. You'll love Em & Rose & they'll love you. It's impossible not to. Soon, HB, soon. –E xo

My breath caught in my throat. I wasn't an insecure woman, but when the man you know you'll marry one day hints at loving you, breathing becomes difficult.

Until tonight my love…I'll be thinking of you, only you. –HB xo

Since I had planned on being near the water, I put on a pair of dark wash jeans, a black v-neck thermal, and my cropped black sweater. I finished the look with my black motorcycle boots, scarf, and knit hat. This was about work, not impressing anyone. Being conscious of the fact that I wanted to head out right after eating, I packed my bag with Cammy and the few other items I would need and went down to the kitchen for breakfast.

After a light breakfast and a hug from Esme, I was off toward Puget Sound for a day of exploring. The rain had let up just before I'd eaten breakfast, leaving behind an overcast sky and a cool breeze. I couldn't wait to see what nature had in store for me.

I parked and proceeded down to the water's edge. I had Cammy hanging around my neck and my travel wallet hanging across my chest. I was just taking in the relaxing ambiance before I found my first shot.

A lone clam had washed up onto the shore line, completely alone without the sea to help it survive. Once I had captured the image I wanted, I threw it back into the sea.

Up the beach, I noticed a seal pup lying among some driftwood. Its focus was solely on the water, watching for its mama. I slowly approached, angling myself for the perfect picture, all the while making sure I did not have one pissed off mama coming to attack.

I was the only person on the beach. I continued to snap picture after picture of the waves rolling in and the seagulls circling in the ominously gray sky. I kept waiting for the sky to open up on me, but the gloomy weather held. Slowly the weather and pictures I had taken started to get me thinking.

I realized that was how my adult life had been: solitary. Sure, I had my friends and family, but I still distanced myself from them, wanting to prove that my photography could be a profession and not just a passing hobby. While I had and would always love Alice, standing in her shadow as we grew up was hard. I needed to find a way to shine on my own. I was rarely home for the holidays, choosing to head off on one adventure or another, searching for the part of my soul that I was missing. Edward. He was the piece that grounded me and finally made me feel truly complete. I wasn't depressed or anything of that nature at the time, but I was missing that 'can't eat, can't sleep without you' kind of love.

Now that I had found it, I wasn't going to let it go. Sure, we had obstacles we were going to have to overcome, but I knew we would figure them out. I was done with the heavy and ready to have fun.

I started to head back toward my car when I happened upon washed-up stones. They varied in size, shape, and color, but they were really pretty. I was almost to the car when I noticed a small patch of daffodils, still wet with raindrops. I hadn't seen them grow this close to the sea, but the bright, buttery yellow against the dark sky and chaotic mass of driftwood brought a wave of sereneness upon me as I took the picture. The daffodils made me smile, even with the drab weather. It was as if the heavens felt my mood shift, the cloud cover slowly began to dissipate, letting the sun's rays shine through. I was all smiles as I drove back to the manor.

I hopped into the shower, washing the sea salt from my skin. I threw on some comfy clothes and proceeded to the spa. Tanya was going to trim and condition my hair as a part of my pre-wedding treatments.

We talked about a little of this and a little of that. We steered clear of Edward, not that I didn't want to talk about him, but because I wanted to cherish the memories by myself for a little while longer. I told her about the plans for the night and reminded her about the bridal shower tomorrow. Alice loved being the center of attention, so if it was acceptable to have a party, she was going to have it.

The layers Tanya threw in my hair allowed the natural curls to bounce and shine beautifully. I loved how easy my hair would be in the mornings. On the plus side, I could still throw it up in a ponytail when I was in a rush. I thanked her and headed back to the manor for a light lunch and to prepare for our upcoming activities.

After eating, I repacked one of my smaller suitcases for the trip to Forks that Alice and I were taking early on Monday. I kept everything casual except for one outfit. There really wasn't anything to do in our small hometown after dark but I was always prepared for anything. I missed our parents a lot but hoped to get some great pictures while I was there. I was planning on doing some hiking in the Hoh Rainforest while we were there, weather permitting. I still needed a few shots for the current collection I was working on.

I wanted to add a few more new photographs to the show I was having in August at VJ Galleries in Santa Monica. The show was labeled as Pacific Northwest Beauty by Isabella Swan. It was the first time my collection was being shown without pieces from other artists. I'd had my work displayed before but on a much smaller scale—only three or four pieces at a time. This time I would have over thirty pieces on display and available for purchase. I was excited because we were having the prints I selected put on canvas. I had done that twice before and they sold quickly. I couldn't wait, and it would be the first time I shared a moment like this with my family, as I was too nervous to share any of my previous shows with them.

I had all of the pictures from my trips to Oregon and Idaho selected and sent to the canvas printing company, leaving me with to finish choosing the Washington pictures. For me, this show was all about finally coming home.

I closed everything down so I could finish getting ready for the restaurant/bar we were all meeting at. Since Tanya had done my hair, I went with the classic smoky eye makeup. I threw on a casual but happy hour appropriate outfit. I grabbed my black suede clutch that had my ID, forty bucks cash, credit card, lip gloss, mints, pepper spray, and my phone in it—everything a girl would need when heading out for a night on the town, minus a condom. I didn't need the idea of sex with Edward implanted into my subconscious any more than it already was. Once I was sure everything was in its place, I headed down to meet Esme.

Esme had mentioned earlier that she would give me a ride to the bar. I had planned on calling for a cab but she wouldn't hear of it, saying something along the lines of, "Edward would have my hide if I allowed you to go in a cab by yourself." I didn't mind taking a cab but found it really sweet that she felt that way.

I was shocked to see the place Alice had chosen, Ipanema Brazilian Grill. It was so sweet that she had remembered me telling her about my new obsession with Brazilian restaurants. She obviously wanted me to be comfortable meeting the new people in her life—I just hoped they weren't vegetarians. I thought it was cute that Alice still thought of me as the shy, quiet girl who always hid behind a camera. Don't get me wrong, I was still that girl in some ways, but I'd learned how to have fun in the last five years as well. She was in for a surprise tonight, and for the rest of her parties as well—my inner bad girl was breaking out.

The hostess led me over to our table where a beautiful woman was already sitting, texting on her phone. I was about to introduce myself but she dropped her phone on the table and beat me to it.

"Well, it's about time I finally get to meet my partner-in-crime! I'm Rosalie, but you can call me Rose. We're going to give Ali Cat a party she won't remember!" she exclaimed before pulling me into a hug. It was very apparent she had already started drinking.

"I'm so happy to finally put a face to my porn supplier. I'm Isabella, as you've obviously guessed. Oh, don't worry, she may not remember anything, but I'll have the video evidence to remind her," I said before giggling and releasing her hug.

"Fuck yeah! I'm happy to share my wealth of knowledge with the unsuspecting women of the Swan family. The things I can do with my tongue have been outlawed in other countries!" she exclaimed, clearly not embarrassed by how loud she was being or about the things she was saying.

Rose was familiar and nothing like I expected at the same time: a statuesque blonde bombshell with a mouth to match. She had me laughing hysterically within five minutes of meeting her. We were going to get along great.

After placing my drink order, we talked about the bachelorette party we had been planning, taking full advantage of the fact that Alice wasn't there yet. We went over a few of the details we wanted to iron out in person. Alice was really in for a night of fun, but I was shocked that she had not arrived yet. She was always one for punctuality.

The boys arrived shortly after we had finished our second drinks so all bachelorette conversation ceased. I knew I needed to get some food in me if we were going to keep drinking, especially if I was supposed to sit across from Edward without jumping him. The alcohol would take away all of my inhibitions, and any hope of making it to the third date without feeling like a total slut. Hell, at this point, even the second date tomorrow would be better than nothing.

Second date, schmecond date. Just mount the beautiful man. Maybe I could get him on the dance floor for a little Rumbait would be a vertical expression of a horizontal desire, after all.

Edward looked positively sinful in his charcoal grey pinstriped slacks and black dress shirt; he had rolled his sleeves up, removed his tie, and unbuttoned a few buttons for a more relaxed look. He walked in with a couple other guys, but I couldn't tell you who they were because I only had eyes for him. Still, any coherent thought I may have had left my brain as I stood up, pushed back his chair, and climbed into his lap.

"I missed you," was all I said before my lips were attached to his. My hands found their way from around his neck and into his hair as I continued to greet him in a less than appropriate display that was completely the new norm for me.

The whooping and hollering from the rest of our party and the need to breathe finally broke me from my Edward-induced haze. My cheeks slowly darkened and I hid my face in his neck, slightly embarrassed by the show I just put on. Edward shook with silent laughter but continued to rub my back. He wasn't the least bit ashamed of me in his lap.

"I missed you too, honey bee," he whispered in my ear before placing a kiss on my temple and hugging me tighter to him.

"Damn Iz, I didn't get that kind of greeting when you got here," Rose said to me, causing us all to laugh.

"All you had to do was ask, Rosie," I said, climbing off Edward and heading toward Rose.

Her eyes became huge as she saw my intent. I slowly sat down on her lap, my fingers walking up her arms before finding her hair. I tilted her head up, making her see the laughter in my eye before I winked and moved in for the kiss. Chants of, 'Do it, do it, do it!' were coming from a man I had never met before.

I quickly turned her face and blew raspberries on her neck, which caused her to laugh hysterically, and the guy who had been chanting sulked and mumbled something about women being teases.

The rest of our group started to laugh along with Rose and me as we watch the big guy pout. He was rather cute. He had wavy, dark blond hair and icy blue eyes. When he wasn't pouting, his dimpled smile was contagious. In the few minutes that I knew him I could tell Emmett was everyone's big brother and the joker of the group. A childlike personality and a huge heart made him very easy to like.

Once we had settled down and another round of drinks were ordered, I asked, "Has anyone talked to Alice? It's not like her to be late to something she planned."

Everyone responded in the negative so Jasper stepped outside to call her, while I got to know Rose and Emmett. I learned that Rose was a contract lawyer who specialized in real estate law and Emmett was a landscape architect. They both have worked for Edward and Jasper ever since they started the company six years ago. We were in the middle of the conversation when Jasper came back with a frown upon his face.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"I have to go and pick Ali up. She apparently developed a migraine this afternoon and has been lying down in the back of the store trying to sleep it off," he answered before grabbing his jacket off the back of the chair.

"Wow. As far as I can remember, she hasn't had one since we were separating to go out on our own for college. She knew that it meant positive changes in our lives. The time before that was right before Dad proposed to Mom," I said before asking, "Has she had any since you guys met?"

"She hasn't had one since shortly after we met. She said it was a sign of her mind finally catching up to her heart and it needing a break from everything," he replied, looking completely shaken. "I just don't know why she'd be having another now."

As I remembered all of the times she has had these migraines before, I realized they had been just before life changing moments. I respond, "I know why."

"Why?" He asked.

I looked directly at Edward, took a deep breath, unsure of how he would take what I was about to say. "Because her head is finally catching up with where my heart is, and she's finally realized I found my swan." I looked at Jasper and continued, "She'll be okay. Just get her home to rest since we have her bridal luncheon tomorrow and she'll want to be in peak condition for opening presents. Please let her know I love her and will see her tomorrow." I got up and gave him a hug, and everyone else said their goodbyes as well.

Before I could sit back down, Edward pulled me to himself and hugged me tightly. He kissed my forehead before quietly saying into my ear, "My heart's right where yours is, too." I slowly pulled back, looking into his eyes and seeing that he was telling the truth.

Although all I wanted to do was head back to the manor with him, I knew we had a perfect opportunity to plan the rest of the bachelorette party and for the men to work on the bachelor party.

Once we had our plans just about finalized, we just got back to knowing each other. I learned about pranks that Em pulled in college. I learned about how Em and Rose met—a frat party where he saved her from being attacked. I shared with them some of the trips that I'd taken with Angie, my best friend and roommate in Los Angeles, and all the fun we have together.

We continued to laugh, drink, and eat tons of the Brazilian barbeque. Once we were full, the drinks were kept flowing. They was a small dance floor in the bar area where a live band was playing Samba music, giving it the feel of being in Rio for Carnival. I pulled Rose onto the dance floor. I was teaching her some of the Samba moves I learned while I was down there. I showed her how they did booty drops and hip rolls, and she caught on quickly. We were laughing and dancing and just having a blast, but it wasn't long before the guys came and joined us.

The Samba might've been the party dance, but it was also very sexy. The maraca shaking and hip gyrating could be foreplay for anyone, and I was not the exception. I was surprised by Edward's ability on the dance floor. We might have made out, before but this was practically sex with our clothes on. When the song ended, I was panting hard and aching for more of his touch. As if he could read my mind, we quickly met back up with Rose and Em, paid our bill, and said goodnight.

The cab ride back to the manor was full of heated kisses and lots of tension. Neither of us was very patient to begin with, so the ride seemed longer than it actually was.

Once we were in the house, he quickly pulled me up to his room where he promptly threw me on his bed. He slowly took my boots and socks off. I sat up and undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt before sliding it off of his shoulders and onto the floor. He slowly lifted my top over my head, leaving me in my black, lace bra and jeans. As I lay back down, he removed his shoes and was undoing his belt, and I started to remove my jeans. Once finished, we were left staring at each other in the little light the moon was providing. His body was long and lean but strong and muscular in all the right places. His boxer briefs were doing nothing to conceal his excitement; likewise, my panties were drenched, and if he touched there he would know what he did to me.

The only sounds heard were those of our own making as he climbed onto the bed with me. He settled between my legs, my arms around his neck knotting in his hair as he slowly tortured me with soft, sensual kisses. As his kisses continued down the column of my neck, I arched my back, which allowed him to remove my bra. Edward gradually sat up on his knees, taking my bra with him and leaving my breasts fully exposed to him.

"You're astoundingly beautiful, honey bee," he said before his hands glided up my sides and he settled back between my legs, our chests rubbing together as he rocked against my heated core and I sucked lightly on his neck.

"You make me feel beyond beautiful when you look at me," I replied before bringing my legs up his back and crossing my ankles to hold him as close as I could without being fully connected.

Our dance was slow but passionate. A light sheen of sweat covered our bodies as the crescendo of the movements increased with ardor. He reached between us and slid his finger into my panties and carefully circled my clit before pinching it, causing me to peak and shatter beneath him. I held his gaze as he succumbed to the power of our soul's connection. I was gripping his shoulders tightly as I continued to ride out the pinnacle of my orgasm with his, rocking harder against him to allow wave after wave of nonstop pleasure to soar through me, crying out his name over and over.

Utterly spent, Edward had collapsed on top of me, his body pinning me to the bed. I ran my fingers through his hair. As I started to fall asleep under the comfort of his body, I whispered to him the words of my heart: I love you my honeysuckle. I floated peacefully off to dreamland without hearing him reply to my surprisingly quick but nevertheless true confession.