Edward had been…moody most the day. His moods had changed constantly throughout the day. I didn't know what was going on with him. When I asked him if anything was wrong, he would say he was fine. I didn't believe him. Then he would cheer up, like something had just occurred to him. He would be happy for awhile and then slowly drift back to being crabby. I was now sitting outside on the outdoor furniture watching him cooking dinner. I didn't have to be a mind reader to know he was wearing his grumpy pants....again.

I thought back over the day, trying to think of something I had said that may have set him off. I could think of nothing.

When I had awoken this morning, he was already back from his hunt. Breakfast was cooked and waiting for me. He seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood, big smile with smiling eyes that were a beautiful rich amber color. A hunt had done him good. I asked how his hunt went; he gave very little details, like always. He asked how my night was; I told him it was good, that I watched a DVD and texted Alice, Charlie and Jacob. He seemed genuinely interested in what Jacob had to say. I was surprised when he asked how Jacob had been. I told him Jacob was fine, but didn't go into much more details on the matter. I didn't tell him he had permission to change me. I was going to tell Edward, I just didn't want to tell him then.

We had decided to go for a walk to the waterfall today, it wasn't far, and Edward seemed to be in a good mood when we left. We talked, as we walked along the track to the waterfall, and his conversations with me were going from sentences, to one word answers. By the time we got the waterfall he wasn't talking at all. The waterfall was beautiful, it fell into a good sized pool of fresh water that of course, I wanted to swim in. After bribing Edward with kisses, he joined me in the fresh water pool and for awhile he seemed happy again. My body, obviously distracting him from whatever that was disturbing him.

We had a lovely picnic at the waterfall. We spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing by the fresh water pool. I was relaxing in the shade of course. Even with sun block on, I wasn't going to lie in the sun. My skin was already patchy and peeling from the first lot of sunburn I had, and I didn't want to take the risk by adding to it.

We headed back to the house late afternoon, and once again, Edward had gone all silent on me. I asked him if anything was wrong, and he said no. He just said he was sad that soon we would be returning home and it wouldn't be just us anymore. I didn't buy it though. That thought made me sad to, but that wasn't what was making Edward go quiet. By the time it came for him to start cooking dinner, he hadn't spoken for over an hour, and since he claimed nothing was wrong I couldn't do anything to fix it. Now his mood was starting to rub off on me, and I was started to get annoyed. I didn't want to argue with him about anything only 1 week into our marriage.

I breathed out a large breath and took a drink of the orange juice in front of me, trying to think of what to do. Edward was probably quite capable of keeping this mood up for days, what's a couple of days of moodiness when you can live for eternity?

Maybe I should tell him about Jacob and the treaty. That would cheer him up.

I didn't really want to tell him. Not yet. It would mean there was no reason for me to wait anymore apart from saying goodbye to everyone, and I wasn't so sure I wanted to change in a huge hurry. I could wait till I was twenty. I could get away with that? Couldn't I?

I suppose I should tell Edward though, he deserves to know.

My phone.

That's when I had a vague memory of my phone beeping as I drifted off to sleep. I couldn't remember if I read that last text or not.

I had just left my phone sitting on the coffee table this morning. Edward wouldn't snoop on my phone, and I certainly was not going to hide it from him. I walked back inside and picked up my phone. There was no notification of a message waiting to be read.

Maybe he did read it.

I opened up the message inbox. The last message read Good night Bells from Jacob. I don't remember reading that. I don't even remember reaching for my phone to read this. I shrugged to myself; I must have been really tired. Then a thought occurred to me.

No.

Surely not.

He wouldn't.

He didn't.

Edward wouldn't snoop through my phone. If he did he'd already know that Jacob had granted permission to bite me, and the treaty would remain intact. He'd be bouncing off the walls with happiness if he knew already, and judging by the grumpy mood he was in, he didn't know. He had no idea.

So therefore, he hadn't snooped. Of course he didn't, he's Edward, my perfect husband. I smiled to myself. I quickly realized Edward was probably watching me, and I, no doubt, looked like an idiot having a one-sided conversation in my head, shrugging and smiling away over nothing. That's how he would see it.

I decided I would tell Edward over dinner about Jacob. That would cheer him up.

*

Edward brought dinner over to the table. Even in a mood, he took care of me. I was the luckiest girl on the planet. He sat the food in front of me and sat down opposite me on the table, his eyes looking out to the ocean.

"Thank you Edward," I said as I started to eat my dinner. "There's something I want to talk to you about."

"Oh?" his eyes darted quickly back to me; I had captured his attention immediately.

"Well," I started, "While I was texting Jacob last night, he told me some very interesting, and good news. I think you'll like it."

"I will?" Edward asked. His eyes had a twinkle in them, like he already knew that what ever I was going to tell him would be fantastic.

"Yes, I think you will." I breathed out, trying to calm my nerves. "Jacob said you can bite me, to change me, and it won't break the treaty. Seems like it's already sorted with the pack. They are going to let this one bite slide" I smiled.

There I said it. It's all out in the open now.

His grin was nothing short of magnificent, and if he could have cried tears of happiness I know they would have been falling down his cheeks right now.

He took my free hand in his hand, rubbing the top of my hand gently with his thumb.

"It's like a dream," he said quietly. "I went from being by myself, never thinking I would find anyone, content to be by myself, to having you, and now I know I can have you for eternity and it won't start a war. Everything's perfect. Im afraid Ill wake up, and find myself back in 1918 in the hospital and my whole life has just been a dream."

I was caught up in the moment with him.

"Its real Edward, what we have is real."

I couldnt of dreamed this life up, even if I wanted to.

We talked over dinner, Edward clearly in the best mood ever. Whatever had him down before was certainly not bothering him now, it was long forgotten.

"I think we should celebrate," Edward said

"And how would we do that?" I asked him.

He disappeared and was back within 2 seconds, holding an already chilled bottle of some fancy champagne and one glass.

"And how do you plan on us," I emphasised the word us, "celebrating, when Im the only one that can drink."

I wasn't really much of a drinker; well I wasn't a drinker, full stop. But I thought that maybe drinking was a more preferable choice then picking dates for my change. I wasn't ready for that yet.

"I guess you'll have to have a drink for me to," he grinned.

I shrugged. "Well in that case, Im drinking it in the spa." and headed back into the house to change out of my clothes.

"Where are you going?" Edward called after me.

"Getting out of these," I said, pointing at my clothes, as I disappeared down the hallway.

*EPOV

She told me.

Finally.

About time to.

I know I wasn't supposed to act the way I did. It was wrong. I was wrong. But as it turned out, I am a selfish creature and I wanted things my way. I wanted her to tell me as soon as she woke up this morning. I wanted her to rush into my arms and tell me the good news, and when she didn't, I didn't like it. I tried to reason with myself, I wasn't even supposed to know! It was her secret to tell, but I still felt myself getting angry. I did a terrible job at hiding it to. Such a fool. Then in my own twisted mind, I came up with ideas to why she hadn't told me, like she wanted to surprise me with it, she was going to make me guess, she was going to tell me and then tell me to bite her, the list was endless. Id be happy for a little while then slowly find myself getting angry again simply because she hadn't told me what I wanted to hear. I was being unreasonable and I knew it. If I hadn't of snooped on her phone I wouldn't of had this problem to begin with!

But then she did tell me, and all my past anger was gone. I didn't care anymore. She told me. My dream of us together forever was getting closer to becoming reality. All we had to do now were work out the fine details, like the date.

Maybe we could talk about that tonight?

When I heard her coming back down to the hallway, I quickly stripped off and got into the spa. I was naked, so I was hoping she was to, or I was going to feel stupid.

I was pouring her a glass of champagne when she came walking out to the spa. She had on her silky purple robe, with her hair tied up on her head. I went to speak but shut my mouth, as she took her robe off and settled down into the spa. Her glorious naked body screaming at me to touch it.

It's only been a few hours. You just had her by the waterfall!

It's not enough.

I could never have enough.

I passed her the glass of champagne and she took a drink.

She looked at it, and then took another drink, "It's not bad" she said smiling at me.

"Drink up. There's a whole bottle here,"

"Are you trying to get me drunk Mr. Cullen?" she asked in a mischieveious tone.

"No, not really……well, I am curious to see what you'd be like intoxicated. I just think I don't mind too much because it's just us here, and you can't make a fool of yourself," I started to laugh. "Besides, I thought maybe you'd like to get intoxicated at least once before you change."

She thought about that for a few seconds, and decided I was right. She was going to be giving up a lot of things when she changed, I didnt want her to miss out on any of them if I could help it. I didnt see what the big deal was with drinking, or why people needed to drink to have a good time. All I knew is that I wanted Bella to have at least had the experience.

After 40 minutes in the spa, 3 quarters of the champagne bottle, plus the heat from the spa itself, Bella was well on her way to, dare I say it, being drunk! She giggled, and laughed at random things I would say. I couldn't help but laugh with her, and sometimes at her. She was being an incredible tease to, and none of my advances came across seriously to her. She would start giggling at me. We had conversations about Jacob, cheese, her family, my family. None of them were serious. I tried to bring up the date for her change but she started laughing and pretending she had fangs and saying 'I want to suck your blood.' Then she would laugh some more. I was wasting my time trying to have a serious conversation with her, so decided to enjoy the humor of her being like this.

Things took a turn for the better after I had run my fingers through my hair and had rested my head against the side of the hot spa. I felt her come over beside her. The smell of alcohol was strong on her breath, but her natural sweet smell was still the strongest smell to my senses. I looked at her out the corner of my eye, expecting her to pinch my nose or do something ridiculous. What she did, and said to me, froze me in place.

She ran her finger along my chest while she spoke. "Would you like to fuck me, Mr. Cullen?"

I was instantly hard, but I couldn't speak. She had caught me off guard, she didn't even giggle, and she cussed……and I liked it. I wouldn't want her to talk like that all the time, but just then….it was amazing.

"Are you going to answer me, or are you just going to sit there" she whispered in my ear, and then bit my ear lobe.

I growled, and she grinned.

I turned to her, pulling her towards me. Two could play at this game. "Do you want me to fuck you in this spa?" she quivered in my arms as I spoke.

"I love it when you talk like that" she said confidently, obviously encouraging my use of foul language.

"You haven't answered my question Bella," my voice husky from the choking need I had for her.

She slid away from me, and started to get out of the spa.

My hopes plummeted, was she rejecting me.

But then she spoke

"Im not so keen on being in the spa, but Im quite happy to be bent over the side of it and be fucked from behind." And as she did that she bent over the spa, bottom in the air, laying her body down along the side of the spa. Id never gotten out of that spa so fast.

I love Bella and alcohol together.

I didn't even say anything. I just mounted and plunged and Bella called out in pleasure. I wasn't going to last long. She backed to meet me when I went to dive in again. I pumped in and out of, taking in the beautiful sight of my cock inside her. The sight brought on a shudder of delicious warmth, and a pulsing, tingling pull. The pressure was mounting quickly, her actions and my need for her drove me faster.

"Bella!" I cried out. "My beautiful, wild woman." I breathed, as I thrust and thrust and thrust again.

I held her hips, pulling her to me. She reared back to meet me as I surged into her with a shudder of delight, then I collapsed on top of her, carefully not to let her take my full weight.

I didn't look around for any wrecked furniture as I knew there wasn't any. This time it didn't last long enough for me to wreck anything. I was getting better at control. Well, it depended really. I knew if there was too much of a gap between our loves making sessions control would be difficult. So I found, for now, the best way to deal with it was to make love to my wife as much as I could. The more times we shared this experience the more in control I felt.

I felt Bella squirm beneath me.

"That was nice." she said quietly.

"Mmmmm" was all I could muster up saying.

"Well I don't know about you, but Im going to have a shower, pop some asprin, and then I might go to bed. Im not feeling so great," and then she giggled; clearly the alcohol still was in effect. "Care to join me?"

"Like I would say no." I answered. I grabbed our things from outside and followed her to the bedroom.