Ch. 25 Honeymoon at last

EPOV

We were finally away. Our first night of marriage had been great in the meadow. Married life for us has been great. The summer passed in a blur, but the campers had a blast. However, it was finally, wholeheartedly, time for us to go on our late honeymoon.

Bella and I were already packed. She had been packed for a week and together we had packed the car the night before. Our plane left early in the morning so we had decided to head for bead early tonight. The night passed quickly. The morning sun rose and shone brightly into our bedroom window. I wrapped around Bella and kissed her shoulder. She hummed and pushed herself closer to me.

"You ready to go on vacation," I whispered, still kissing and nibbling her shoulder.

"I've been ready all summer."

My brows furrowed; I rolled her over to face me.

"Did you not have a good summer?"

"I had an amazing time this summer. I'm just glad to get some time, just the two of us."

"Hmm, can't say I don't like the sound of that. Just the two of us; no interruptions, no Alice asking questions, no kids running around. The only problem was trying to find a place where none of your family would bother us.

"Luckily, your cousin Aro had an island he is letting us borrow. Fully stocked for two weeks, no interruptions, all alone."

I kissed her in between words, dragging my lips down her throat. Her arms wrapped around my head and brought my lips back to hers. An hour later we pulled ourselves together to leave for the airport. We had a six hour flight ahead of us and wanted to be comfortable. Because of this we dressed in comfy jeans, boots and t-shirts. Bella's plan was to change as soon as we reached our hideaway. My plan was to discard our clothes completely and not put any on the entire time we were on our honeymoon. Of course, that only worked if we never left the island.

I did want to go out dancing with Bella a few nights. I know, a year ago I never would have wanted to dance, but with Bella, dancing was foreplay. Half the time we never made it back home. Hmm, now that I think about it, dancing might be a bad idea, since we'll have to drive the boat back.

… Five hours into the plane ride …..

Bella had her head on my shoulder and had been sleeping for an hour. We started our plane ride playing games and watching an on board movie. We had talked about the mile high club, but in the end agreed we didn't want to deal with the germs and tight spaces. I contemplated trying to talk to her about doing it on the return trip, but it is her ass that would be on the dirty counters.

I was praying that the last hour of our plane ride would pass quickly. As it was, we still had another half hour by boat to reach the island. By the time we reach the island it will be getting dark. Luckily, the place was fully stocked so I could make us a quick dinner before attending to my 'husbandly duties'. My mom had been asking about grandbabies since Bella and I got married. We had discussed it at length and she had gone off her birth control. Due to how long Bella had been on the pill the doctors told us it could take up to six months for the medicines to get out of her system. Both Bella and I were hoping ti wouldn't take so long, and had agreed to try fervently for a honeymoon baby.

… On the boat …

The flight landed without any problems and we had made good time to the Marina. Now, only a thirty minute ride separated Bella and I from the island; what I was considering the true start to our honeymoon. The boat was making good time through the waves and I was hoping to cut thirty minutes down to fifteen or twenty.

"How far out are we?"

"About twenty five minutes."

"We've only been on the water five minutes? Feel a lot longer than that."

"I'm hoping to shorten the time we're on the water."

"Well, just don't crash us and I will be happy."
"I promise not to crash us. I am, after all, carrying precious cargo."

With that I turned and smirked at her.

BPOV

His smirk nearly brought me to my knees. Why was this boat ride taking so long? I know we agreed to not join, however; it might have helped take the edge off. Based on how he was driving, and the bouncing leg, he was just as anxious as I to reach the island.

Our two week hiatus on life was a welcome break. As I had told Edward before we left, I enjoyed my summer. I wouldn't change it for the world. But I am ready for a split from our everyday life.

Eventually we reached the island. As requested, the lights had been let on for us. They even lit the pathway from the dock to the house for us. As clumsy as I am, the gesture was appreciated. Being a gentleman, Edward refused to let me carry my luggage.

"You know, I can carry my own luggage."

"Just because you're capable doesn't mean you should. Carrying heavy objects is in the "husbandly duties code". The code which also states I should open jars and doors."

"Are you saying you're going to take over the barn duties for me when we get home?"

"No, the barn is your domain and I would never deem imagining taking over that for you. Unless, of course, you were to fall ill or were so far in your pregnancy you couldn't physically do the work."

"Well, my he-man, carry me."

And with that I jumped on his back. I wrapped my legs around his waist, arms around his neck and lay my head on his shoulder. Like I would a horse, I squeezed my calf muscles to make Edward go faster.

"Hey, I'm not one of your horses' babe."

"I'm riding you aren't I?"
"Yes, just not in the context I want."

"Well," I squeezed my calves again, "if you hurry, it could be."

He dropped our baggage and grabbed onto my legs.

"Hold on tight babe!"

We reached the house in no time thanks to his sprint. He jogged through the house to the back bedroom. Turning around he tapped my outer thigh.

"Let go babe."

Releasing my hold on him I fell onto the bed. He turned around and started removing articles of clothing from us like it was a NASCAR race.

"God," I moaned a while later, "never so long again. I think we might have to rethink the Mile High Club decision."

He rolled onto his side, propped up on an elbow and looked down at me.

"I was thinking about that on the ride here. But, I figured it was your ass which would be on the gross countertop."

"True, but I'm sure we can figure something out. Now, get back over here."

The first week of our two week honeymoon passed in much the manner. We would leave the bed for food, showers and to "explore" different parts of the island, on the first day of the second week I woke to an empty bed. This was the first time this occurred since being on the island. I was confused for just a hot minute until I smelled coffee and bacon.

"Mm, I hope there are eggs as well."

I was just about to get of bed when Edward walked in with a full tray.

"There are indeed eggs. What kind of husband would I be if I forgot the eggs?'

"I didn't realize I said that aloud. And if you had forgotten the eggs you would be in the dog house," I said the last sentence somewhat jokingly.

"Well then, it's good I remembered and that there isn't a dog house on this island."

"Be careful what you say; I can always make one."

"I have no doubt you are resourceful enough to build one."

He sat the tray on the bed and climbed in behind me. Treating me like a princess, he hand fed me little bits of food. In between giving me bites and feeding himself he asked, "So, what would you like to do today?"

"We've seen much of the island. How do you feel about going back to the mainland Maybe we can go dancing tonight?"

"It has been awhile. I don't know if we would make it back to the island safely. How do you feel about getting a hotel room for the night?
"That will work. We can also both drink since we won't be driving the boat back."

"Mm," he smiled into my bare shoulder, "drinking and dancing; a wicked combination for the both of us. I like it. I thought about us and dancing before we left you know?"

"Oh yeah, and how did your fantasy go?"

Still kissing and licking my shoulder he said, "I imagined us going dancing. We got all hot and bother making us stagger out. We head to the boat and when we get far enough out you can't hold it any longer. You jump me. We kill the engine and make love under the stars. When we make it back to the island we don't contain ourselves. We end up having a naked sunrise on the beach before making it back to the bedroom."

By the end of his description I'm a panting mess. We don't leave the room for a few more hours.

"In case the past few hours didn't tell you, I really like your idea. Forget the hotel room."

"Sounds good," he replies form the restroom where he is finishing getting ready.

Within a few minutes he is done and we leave for the mainland. We recreate Edwards's fantasy on the way home. I add it to my favorite nights of all time. The next day my phone rang.

"Edward, honey, please get that," I mumbled into my pillow.

"Whoever it is can wait. We are on our honeymoon and had a long night," he whispers into my shoulder.

But alas, the phone begins ringing again. Groaning I rolled out of bed to search for my phone. After the third time of someone calling I located the blasted thing.

"What," I snapped, without looking at the caller id.

"Well, hello grumpy."

"I'm only grumpy because you interrupted my snooze time with my husband after a long night."

"Ah, did ya'll have-"

"What were you calling about Jacob?"
"Oh, just to check with you. Nobody's heard from you in a while. I volunteered to check."

"We are both fine; will be home in a few days."

"That's all I was wondering about. I need to tell you this story…"

And then he continued to ramble. For an hour. I tried interrupting him several times, but he kept talking over me. At some point Edward got up and went to make lunch. When it was finished he came up and grabbed the phone.

"Goodbye Jacob," was all he said before closing the phone. He proceeded to turn it off.

"Thank you," I gushed, "I couldn't get him to shut up."

He tugged on my hands and led me to the kitchen; where a feast was spread before me.

"You didn't have to do all of this," I whispered.

"You're my wife. I know you have to be hungry. After all, we did have a long night," he finished with a wink.

The last of our days on the island were spent in bliss.

It was hard to go home.