A/N: Thanks for your patience with this story. I've wanted to finish Love Will Come Through, which is just missing an epilogue, and then I will be updating this on a more frequent basis. Thanks to everyone who still reads it. I love all of you!

Huge hugs to my girl MaggieMay14 whose advice really made this chapter a lot better. For a reference, I have been to Graceland but it was 16 years ago, so if my references are off, whoopdy doo!

I don't own twilight, but I have been watching the same 'Little Einstein's' ALL FRIGGIN DAY!

EPOV

The next morning I was practically bursting out of my skin as I waited for Bella to finish up showering at the hotel. Today we were going to Graceland and even though I wasn't a huge Elvis Presley fan, you can't go to Memphis without visiting the place. That's just sacrilegious. "Come on Bella. You've been in there for like an hour," I said impatiently as I suddenly began clearing away all of our dishes from breakfast even though housekeeping could have done it for us.

"Are you cleaning our hotel room?" she asked when she finally emerged a few minutes later and found me making the bed.

"I was bored out of my fucking mind," I said as I finished the task at hand and she just rolled her eyes at me. "What took you so long?"

"Nothing. It's all good," she said as she grabbed her purse off the table and tossed me the keys to the Yukon. She opened the door to our hotel room and I followed her as we headed down to the lobby, where we waited for the valet to pull the SUV around.

"Are you sure you are feeling alright?" I asked curiously. Bella had been oddly quiet since she got out of the bathroom and my paranoia was beginning to get the better of me. "Is it the baby?"

"No, it's not the baby. I guess… breakfast just didn't agree with me or something," she said shyly as I rested my arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to me. I wasn't about to embarrass her any further, so I decided to just keep my mouth shut. The last thing I needed was a grumpy Bella to fuck up my Graceland experience.

We ended up getting to Graceland just after ten in the morning and it was drastically different than I thought it would be. On one side of the road sat Graceland, the epic mansion buried back from the road a little bit with a long driveway leading towards it. On the opposite side of Elvis Presley Boulevard was everything else; the gift shops, the memorabilia, Heartbreak Hotel and RV Park. It was classic!

We parked the SUV and paid our fees before hopping on a small shuttle bus that took us to the actual mansion for the tour. Bella and I stayed close to our tour group and listened intently as our guide started to tell us various things about the mansion before we walked in, like how we can't go upstairs and how certain rooms are considered out of bounds because the family still frequents them.

"That is a monstrosity," laughed Bella when we walked in the front door and were shown into his formal living room, which had a super long white couch in it. Two elderly ladies who were standing in front of Bella turned around and looked at her angrily for saying anything bad about the couch and interrupting the tour guide.

"Ils sont incroyablement impolis," one of the ladies muttered in what I knew was French. I held back my urge to respond to them for calling us rude, but it had been a while since I had to use any foreign language and I knew it wouldn't come out sounding the way I thought it in my head.

"I bet he loved to fuck on that thing," I whispered to her as I ignored the women and Bella slapped me on the shoulder playfully. She reached for the digital camera to take a few pictures, but we were quickly reminded by our guide that we could not use any flash while taking photos throughout the house. "I bet it rarely got cleaned too."

"Ewww," muttered Bella as the women stared at us again. I shrugged my shoulders and pointed at Bella shamelessly, blaming her for the interruption, as the ladies moved away from us and I hugged Bella close to me.

We continued moving around the house, visiting the 'rumpus room' which had three TVs mounted into a wall. Sure it was fancy back in 1977, but today it looked really outdated. I think the TV's were like 19 inchers too, which made the entire thing just sad. The blue and yellow color scheme didn't help matters either. "I think my grandparents had a family room like this," I said with a laugh as we continued to walk along the tour.

"Seriously? I thought your family had better taste than this. I know Elvis is an icon and all but I think his interior decorator was blind as a bat," snickered Bella cheerfully.

"Yeah. I'm serious. Next time we're back in Boston we'll have to look through some old family photos," I suggested as Bella raised her eye brow in curiosity.

"I've been with you for four years and I finally get to see old family photos? I am so lucky," she giggled as I wrapped my arm around her neck and kissed her temple softly.

"You only get to see the family photos because there is a ring on your finger. This is why you never saw them before," I said mock seriousness as Bella looked at me curiously. "We don't go showing naked pictures of the Cullen kids to just anyone you know."

"Good to know baby," she said as she grabbed my hand in hers and we left the hideous TV room and headed with the tour towards another part of the house.

I had to admit that even though everyone always spoke so highly of Graceland, in the grand scheme of things the house wasn't that big. Sure it was daunting just because it had been Elvis's house, but my parents place outside of Boston was actually larger in size. Even the grounds at the Cullen Estate were larger than here at Graceland.

"We should decorate the nursery like this," laughed Bella when we came upon the jungle room. We weren't allowed to go in as it was roped off, but Bella leaned in and took a few photos as we walked on past. "Every infant needs a Tiki Bar right?"

"Well, I wouldn't mind having a bar in our new place, but I don't think the peanut's room is appropriate," I said with a laugh as Bella snapped a few more photos and we stayed close to the tour.

"I hate animal print though, so it's kind of a moot point," she added with smile.

"Okay, no animal print or Tiki bars in the nursery. Hell, we've almost got it all planned out."

Soon after, we found ourselves following a pathway outside that led to Elvis's grave which was in the garden. There were flowers and teddy bears all around the headstone that was mounted into the grass and an eternal flame sat directly behind it, but in front of a large fountain. "It's kinda morbid," I mentioned to Bella as we walked past, because I didn't know he was actually buried here. Other members of his family were also buried beside him also adding to the creepy factor.

"I agree, but don't you think the grave of the suspected vampire was morbid? Where's the gift shop anyways?" said Bella as the older women gawked at us again.

"Ils doivent être silencieux," said the first woman who had also commented about us back in the mansion. Apparently she was a little pissed that we were talking while we walked around.

"Il est très attrayant bien que," said the second woman as I blushed slightly when she called me attractive. Fricking elderly French ladies.

Bella was starting to get testy and I was wondering if she was taking so long to respond to them because she was trying to remember her insults in French. "I'm sorry if we weren't alive when Elvis was popular, but we are allowed to enjoy Graceland any way we want. If that means laughing about his oversized couch and the nasty lamps that hang in his jungle room, so be it. Fermez votre trou de tourte," she finished. I wanted to clap at Bella's speech, but the women just huffed and walked away.

"I don't think they understood you, but I liked your speech. They've been giving everyone the evil eye the whole tour," laughed the tour guide who then led us back around the front of the mansion and onto the bus. The guide informed us that we could now feel free to explore all the other attractions on the other side of the road, such as 'The Lisa Marie', Elvis's private plane. Bella was pretty excited about this, but seeing as I was raised a spoiled rich kid who had actually flown in private planes, it didn't hold as much interest for me. Of course, I went anyways mainly because I wanted to see Bella's reaction to what I was certain was the world's gaudiest airplane.

When we got over to the area where the plane was parked, the guide let a few of us go inside at a time to check out everything. It was a decent sized plane that they told us was bought from Delta Airlines back in 1975. The floors were covered in emerald green carpeting and all the chairs were made of creepy 70's brown leather, with the exception of Elvis' which was creepy green leather. "It looks like the seventies threw up in here," laughed Bella as we took a quick look around.

"Yeah, it's a bit fugly, but I'm sure it was fancy back when Elvis was alive," I said casually as we disembarked the plane. "Could you imagine flying in that thing for any length of time though?"

"Um… no. I think the tackiness of it would make me sicker than the turbulence," Bella said with a laugh as I chuckled at her and helped her down the stairs to the ground when we were finished.

Before moving forward and seeing more sights, Bella and I sat down for a quick lunch at one of the restaurants, enjoying some chicken sandwiches at a fifties style diner. When we finished that, we worked our way through some of the museums and gift shops, even stopping once to watch a little movie they had playing. Bella loved checking out the old performance suits that Elvis used to wear and was continuously laughing at the sheer number of sequins on each and everyone one of them.

We strolled through the gift shops last and bought a whole bunch of tacky knick knacks for our friends and family. Bella bought a hideous clock that was shaped like Elvis and had swiveling hip action that moved every second for her mother. I was just pleased that I wouldn't be forced to watch this thing in our own home on a daily basis.

We did splurge on one thing though, a teeny tiny Elvis costume for the baby. It even came with a little wig and side burns, which we thought would be especially hilarious come next Halloween when the peanut was about 8 months old. I also grabbed a bib set that said 'All Shook Up' and featured a cute rattle on it. Bella had rolled her eyes when I picked this up, but I thought it was adorable. Perhaps Bella's pregnancy was turning me into a girl since I was more into shopping than she was.

As we were about to leave the gift shop, my cell phone started ringing so I asked Bella to pay for everything as I handed her my credit card and then I stepped outside to field the call, which was from Emmett.

"What's happening hot stuff?" he asked when I answered the phone. I quickly ran my hand down my face as I shook my head.

"We're at Graceland dude. Elvis' house is ugly as shit," I admitted honestly as I heard him laugh on the other end of the phone.

"Yeah, I've seen pictures. Rosie's grandmother is a huge Elvis fan and every year in August she takes a trip there for the anniversary of his death. Now you have something to discuss with her at the wedding reception," chuckled Emmett as I rolled my eyes.

"So, why the hell are you calling?"

"When do you get back into New York?"

"Not for another two weeks. Bella and I have our ultrasound appointment on the twelfth, so I think we are looking to get back on the tenth. Why, what's going on?" I asked curiously. I had only heard from Emmett on very rare occasions while we were away and he usually called because Rosalie had been in the background screaming something about the wedding. I felt a little disconcerted this time around because I heard no screaming.

"So, while you have been gone, Rosalie has been a bit umm… psychotic. She needs another vacation and I was thinking of taking her down to Hilton Head Island in South Carolina for a few days of rest and relaxation and NO wedding shit," said Emmett stoically. I could sense in his voice that he was worried about just how stressed Rosalie was getting with the preparations. I'm guessing she didn't take Bella's advice to utilize her wedding planner. "Anyways, I was wondering if you guys would be in that neck of the woods next weekend, maybe you wanted to join us."

I looked towards Bella who was at the cashier in the gift shop finally paying for everything and I figured a weekend with our friends might be good for her. "Count us in. Let me know where and when," I said happily as I watched Bella wander out of the store with two huge bags. What the fuck had she bought when I was out here?

"Okay bro. Text me the specifics and we will see you in a few days," I said covertly. I wanted to surprise Bella with some time with our friends, so when she asked me who was on the phone, I lied and told her it was my father wanting to know how things were going. She quirked an eye brow at me, knowing full well we hadn't heard from my dad since we left Forks, but it was the best lie I could come up with on such short notice. "Let's get out of here."

BPOV

The next week was filled with all sorts of madness. After we left Memphis, Edward and I drove up to Nashville for two nights, staying at the Gaylord Opryland Hotel, which for the record was the stupidest name for a hotel yet. The Gaylord… what the fuck? We spent part of the day touring around Nashville and even went to the Ryman Auditorium where they used to hold the Grand Old Opry. It has since moved to the Grand Old Opry house, conveniently located beside the Gaylord Opryland Hotel. Since neither of us was big into country music, the entire town didn't hold much interest for us, but we did score tickets to a Riverboat cruise which featured a dinner and a show, so that was interesting.

After Nashville, we headed south along Interstate 65 to Birmingham, Alabama. While we only spent one night there, we did end up going to see the Birmingham Museum of Art, which was surprisingly great for such a small city. Upon leaving Birmingham, we spent four fun filled days in Atlanta, Georgia. My favorite stop while we were in Atlanta was the Margaret Mitchell house, author of Gone with the Wind, and I had to laugh because it bored the hell out of Edward.

One night we went to the Chastain Park Amphitheatre where the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra was performing and sat out under the stars, enjoying both dinner and the music that filled the air. Edward and I spent a little of our time making out, but since the music was actually very good, he wanted to pay attention almost as much as he wanted to shove his tongue down my throat.

We spent half a day at the High Museum of Art and I still didn't feel like it was enough to truly see everything the museum had to offer. There was a traveling exhibit from the Louvre as well as an exhibit on Monet's Water Lilies that I spent hours enjoying before Edward had to drag me out, reminding me we had plans later in the day.

Edward, in his infinite wisdom, had signed us up to take a tour of CNN, which was based in Atlanta. I think I giggled incessantly when I noticed Wolf Blitzer in one of the hallways, but otherwise I was fairly well behaved. Shortly after that, we wandered the downtown streets where it was Restaurant Week in Atlanta and we ended up having a wonderful dinner at a small cafe.

On our final morning, we stopped by the Georgia Aquarium for a few hours before Edward ushered me out of the place insisting we had somewhere we had to be by seven o'clock at the latest. This of course, was news to me. We were half way to Macon, Georgia before I got concerned. "Where the hell are we going?"

"Can't you just sit back and enjoy the ride?" asked Edward as he glanced over at me for a moment before returning his eyes to the road.

"When have I ever just enjoyed things? Did you just meet me? I stress and worry. You have hardly made a single plan when it came to our travels and now suddenly you want me to trust you as you drive us god knows where?" I asked, slightly frustrated at my lack of knowledge regarding this particular destination.

On a regular day, I wouldn't care but thanks to this damned pregnancy my emotions seemed to be getting the better of me more often than not. I didn't want to tell Edward the truth, but the morning we left for Graceland I was stuck in the bathroom because I couldn't stop crying. There was no reason behind it, but I couldn't seem to make the constant stream of tears go away. I knew if I told Edward the truth he would immediately think something was wrong. As expected though, he gave up questioning me when I told him it was just a case of indigestion.

"I didn't plan this either," Edward admitted as I put down the iPod I was holding and turned towards him, my eyes sort of bugging out of my head.

"Who planned it?"

"Emmett."

"Oh Jesus fuck, where the fuck are we going? It's a taxidermy museum right? We're spending the night in a gigantic dog house or something equally asinine, aren't we?" I was suddenly completely petrified when he mentioned that wherever we were going and whatever we were doing was planned by Emmett. I didn't know what would be worse, having Emmett or Jasper do it. "Are there two story outhouses involved?"

"No," laughed Edward as he grabbed the iPod from me and quickly put on 'Homecoming' by Kanye West and Chris Martin. He was singing along, blissfully unaware of my overwhelming urge to freak out about the unknown. Why couldn't I just enjoy everything without overthinking?

"We're not going to Button and Zipper museum are we?" I asked fifteen minutes later as Edward broke out into raucous laughter.

"Where do you come up with this shit?" questioned Edward as he continued to laugh at my rambling questions.

"I have all the time in the world sitting here beside you. My mind is running a mile a minute right now," I admitted easily as Edward's hand moved from the steering wheel to grip my thigh. He moved his hand slowly up and down my leg soothingly as he kept his eye on the road.

"We're going to Hilton Head Island. We've got a rental there for four days and we are just going to sit back and relax. We don't have to worry about sightseeing or anything like that. Instead we will sit on the beach, sip sweetened iced tea and make sweet love all night. Do you think you can stop stressing now baby?" asked Edward as I reached my hand over to lie on top of his.

"Yes. Thank you for telling me," I said sweetly as he grasped my hand and pulled it to his lips, kissing my palm softly. "You've certainly helped ease my worried mind," I added as I rested my head back against the headrest of the SUV, feeling like a load had been lifted off my shoulders.

I sat in contented silence for the rest of the trip to Hilton Head Island. I would often scan through Edward's iPod and pick out random music like Matt Nathanson or A Day to Remember, singing along as I watched Georgia disappear behind us. We stopped in Savannah to pick up a few items for the beach house rental like some basic food before finally heading on our way. It was just after six at night when we pulled into the driveway of a huge white house.

"Holy fuck. Why did you get one so big? This must have like 4 bedrooms," I said a little awestruck once I had gotten out of the car.

"It has five actually," I heard a familiar voice say and when I turned around there was Rosalie, her face wide with a smile. "Hey stranger.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked excitedly as I ran towards her and we hugged happily. "Wait, Emmett planned this right?"

Rosalie and Edward both nodded their heads and then I noticed Emmett's big form wandering down the stairs from the house and across the driveway. He swooped me up into a huge hug, spinning me around for a moment before I had to hit him on the back and make him put me down. After five hours in a car I wasn't feeling the best and I had visions of spewing all over him. "Yes, I planned this. I think we all needed to get away from reality for a little bit."

"Are Jazz and Ali coming?" asked Edward as he slammed the trunk of the SUV closed and Emmett grabbed a few of the bags to bring into the house.

"He couldn't get out of work today but they will be here sometime tomorrow morning," said Rosalie with a grin as she grabbed my hand and led me into the rental.

If I thought it was big from the outside, the inside didn't do it justice. It was tastefully decorated and had a game room with a pool table, a gigantic chef's kitchen and every single bedroom had its own bathroom. The best part in my opinion was the view of the Atlantic from the deck off of the great room. The beach was a few hundred feet in front of us and I couldn't wait to grab a chair and lounge out for a little bit.

"There's even a pool? Who needs a pool when the Atlantic is right there?" I asked dumbfounded as I leaned against the railing of the deck, staring down at the large kidney shaped pool below us. I shivered as I felt Edward snake his arm around my waist, his dick now pressed against my ass.

"People use the heated pool when the ocean is too cold," stated Edward firmly as his lips latched onto my neck and he began kissing me gently. "I hope you don't mind the guests."

"Hell no. This was an awesome surprise baby," I said as I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck, standing on my tip toes to kiss him firmly on the lips. "It will be great to relax for a few days with our friends and family before heading back to the city. As much as I am looking forward to going back for the ultrasound, I'm kinda dreading going back to the real world."

"I know it will be overwhelming since we have so much to do in so little time, but don't worry about it. Stressing is not good for you or the baby," he said casually as his hand moved down between us and he began rubbing my stomach. I was about to whisper something very naughty into Edward's ear as Emmett suddenly appeared on the deck.

"We've got hamburgers and sausages ready to cook on the BBQ. I'm assuming you two are in for dinner?" Edward and I both nodded as we heard Emmett say 'excellent' before disappearing back into the house, coming out a moment later with a bright pink apron on and a plate full of meat.

"Why don't you help your brother cook and I will go find us the most sound proof bedroom and get us settled?"

"Sounds good, find one with a comfy bed," winked Edward as I kissed him on the cheek and headed into the house. Rosalie was nowhere to be found, so I simply made my way around the rental acquainting myself with it before I finally decided to pick the bedroom on the first level. It wasn't super big, but the bed was definitely queen sized and the shower in the bathroom had three different showerheads, so that was a bonus.

When I walked back up to the main level, Rosalie was tossing together a salad and laying out condiments on the counter. "Edward and I are taking the bedroom downstairs," I said happily as I grabbed a slice of cucumber from the cutting board and popped it into my mouth.

"Good choice. Then you two can sneak off swimming in the middle of the night," laughed Rosalie as Edward walked in from the deck, grabbing the plates and cutlery she had set out. He was actually setting the table on the deck and I think my jaw dropped open in surprise. "I'll have Edward and Emmett bring the rest of the luggage downstairs."

I nodded my head easily as I took my small overnight bag from the front door and brought it down the stairs, with Rosalie leading the way. "You look really happy," remarked Rosalie when we landed on the final step and headed down the hallway to the bedroom.

"Yeah well, Edward makes me happy. I'm sure you feel the same way with Emmett," I said in response as she sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me nervously.

"I do. I love Emmett with every single part of me, but this wedding shit is driving me nuts," Rosalie admitted as I sat beside her and wrapped my arm over her shoulder, hugging her to my side. "Seriously, whenever you and Edward get engaged, just run off to Vegas or Atlantic City or something to get married. It's not worth the stress."

Suddenly, everything moved as though in slow motion because Rosalie reached her hand up to pat mine supportively and felt my engagement ring. "Um Bella…" she said slowly as I quirked my eye brow at her for a moment. "Do you need to tell me something?"

"Like what?" I asked curiously. Rosalie was being slightly cryptic and I suddenly had no idea what she was talking about.

"What the fuck is with that HUGE ROCK on your left hand?"

A/N: Bear in mind these translations were done using one of those crazy ass online translators, so if my French is off, too bad. My own French is rusty. I can order a beer, go to the bathroom and offer up sex, but that's about it. Oh, I can swear too!

Translation:

Ils sont incroyablement impolis - They are incredibly rude

Ils doivent être silencieux – They need to be quiet

Il est très attrayant bien que – He is very attractive though

Fermez votre trou de tourte – Shut your pie hole