All Edward POVs written by MyLifeandHis and all Bella/Emmett POVs written by sadtomato.

Chapter 5: Edward

I stare from where I stand on Ellis Island to the Statue across the water. Her Lady Liberty, I believe they call it. It's hard to believe that someone with no precisely traced heritage can feel such emotion here. I glance Bella's way. She's snapping photos left and right, unaware of how affected I've become.

A large arm squeezes my shoulders from my other side though. "The American Dream, huh? Pretty amazing stuff, my friend."

I grin and clear my throat before responding. "Something like that, I suppose." I squint up at him in the glaring sunlight and grin. "You ever have any dreams of America, Em?"

"Oh, many, many dreams. Not of America so much as the friends I have living inAmerica," he replies with a smirk.

"Smile boys!" We turn just as Bella snaps several pictures of us with the Statue in the background.

"Is she always like this? I thought I looked like a tourist, but she's the definition, I think." Emmett is his usual teasing self, so I just laugh it off, making a sarcastic remark about pictures lasting longer than memories.

She finally asks if we're ready to tour the museum, so we make our way inside and wander together, talking in hushed tones and discovering the secrets of all those who came here before us.

After what feels like hours, we decide to take the next ferry back so we can take our time getting ready at the hotel before dinner.

"So this place has music, yes?"

"Yes!" Bella jumps in. "There's a great band on a little stage, and when they take breaks, there was this adorable little old man there playing bass by himself. Last time we were there, Edward couldn't stop tapping his feet all through dinner. It was amazing."

"Edward tapping his feet? Did you not dance?"

"Oh. Well ... I don't really remember anyone dancing, I don't think." Her brow furrows, trying to remember the scenario at the jazz restaurant.

"Babe, there was that little dance floor but no one was dancing, remember?"

"What, an empty dance floor means no dancing is allowed? We'll show them dancing tonight. No matter what." Emmett grins at each of us, and I adjust myself, thinking about Emmett and Bella winding their way across a dance floor together.

"Baby, the black dress or the red one? I brought both just in case, but now I can't decide." As I come out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist, Bella jumps in front of me, holding the two options in front of her naked body.

"Neither," I say and throw the dresses to the floor so I can pull her to me.

"Emmett's waiting," she whines, giggling as I nuzzle her neck.

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind." I suck on her right nipple roughly before picking her up easily and throwing her on the bed.

She squeals but stops me from going further. "Get dressed. Just for that, I'm wearing the red dress. It's a good four inches shorter than the black one."

Shit. I hope I packed some good briefs to keep this erection contained all night.