I'll Mend Your Heart.
a/n: hey guys…so my 4 pieces of coursework are all done and handed in, only one exam to do, and then hopefully we'll get back to some sort of structured updating schedule again ;)
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Chapter 25
Bella
It's been two weeks. Two weeks since we arrived in Costa Rica: Two weeks since we got hitched: Two weeks since we…you know, consummated the marriage: Two weeks since we left this bedroom for something other than food: Two weeks since Edward hired a maid to hand deliver us food so we didn't actually leave the bed.
Yeah…it's been a good honeymoon so far. But, you know it's halfway over, only two weeks left, and we haven't even stepped foot outside of this house yet. I know a honeymoon is meant for an erm…over-enthusiastic sex drive. But come on! We must be up to world record standards by now.
Don't get me wrong, it's not like we were having sex continuously for the past two weeks. My poor girly parts couldn't take it. No, we do other things like watching movies, talking about everything and nothing, playing cards, taking long baths together. Yeah...but we did all that naked. I've never seen Edward so relaxed and stress free. I know he's taken the odd phone call or replied to the odd email from work; both of his 'works', but apart from that all his attention has been on me.
So, that's why I put my foot down. Today we are definitely going outside. Edward wasn't too happy. His pout could rival the saddest little puppy dog but I stayed firm. He almost broke my resolve with his reaction to these teeny tiny denim shorts I'm currently sporting today, but I managed to coax him into getting out of bed, with the promise that he could personally remove them later.
"Edwardddddd…." I whined, stood next to the front door. He's somewhere in the house, doing things.
"I'm coming Princess, I'm coming," was his muffled reply, before I heard his footsteps thunder down the stairs. I wasn't sure what I was expecting my husband to be wearing, but that sure wasn't it. The surprise of seeing him like this causes a bubble of laughter to burst through my lips.
"What?" his eyebrows pulled down. "Do I look bad? Should I change?"
"No!" He most definitely should not change. "It's just I've never seen you look so casual. You always wear suite. Edward...you're wearing shorts. You should wear them more often, you look really sexy!"
After hearing my confession, the signature smirk takes over his face. He stalks towards me, arms caging me in, and his lips magnetically attach to my neck. "I look sexy do I?" He speaks, though his lips never leave my skin.
His hands massaging my ass wake me up from my lust filled haze.
"No, no, no mister!" I push him away. "We are going outside! I need some vitamin D."
"Fine," he sighs, but continues to lean down to kiss me. Before his lips can even brush against mine, I duck under his arm. "What? I can't even kiss you now?" His teasing tone is enough indication that he's not angry.
"Edward," I huffed. "We got this far yesterday, then I let you kiss me and we spent another day up in our room. I really want to explore today."
He chuckled, whilst slipping his feet into a pair of trainers. "Well, you know I'll do anything to make you happy, Princess."
"Finally," I sighed, as he grabbed his phone and wallet and slipped them into the pockets of his board shorts, and made his way over to the door. Being too eager, I flung the door open and ran outside before Edward was even near me. The heat assaulted me almost violently, and I was already wishing I had worn a higher factor sun lotion.
"You put lotion on, right Princess?" Edward's arm came to rest around my shoulders, as we began walking.
"Yeah, I should be fine," I mumbled, looking at my pale, freckly arms. I was bound to burn; I could already feel them frying.
The beach was so beautiful, with pure white sands and the deepest blue sea I've ever seen. As we walked, the only shade offered came from the large palm trees that were scatters around. Every so often Edward would stop to snap a picture of me doing random poses, trying to be funny. He laughed...that's why I was doing it.
"Bella, try and get close to that bird and I'll get a picture." I was getting a little fed up with being in the camera's eye by now but as my eyes followed to where Edward's hand was pointing I couldn't help but gasp. It was the most magnificent bird I'd ever seen. A green fluffy head with a bright red body, it was so cute.
"Aww! Edward, what type of bird is it?" I gushed quietly, trying not to scare it away.
"I have no idea but-"
"BELLA SWAN?" a booming voice called out, scaring the bird away. My eyes didn't need to search for long to find the voice. Being that Edward had hired this side of the island for our private honeymoon, the place wasn't exactly bursting at the seams with people.
"Jacob Black?" I muttered under my breath, as his big smiling face made his way towards me and my husband.
"Who's this clown?" Edward growled, his arm possessively pulling me even closer.
"He works with my Dad" I explained "and he might have just a little crush on-"
"Bella Swan what are you doing here?" Jacob asked once he was within a closer distance. He was completely ignoring Edward's presence, his eyes fixed on me.
"It's Masen." Edward stated.
Jacob's eyes narrow and glare at Edward. "What are you going on about?"
"I said 'It's Masen'. As in her name is now Isabella Masen. So we'd both appreciate it if you get it right." His tone was…yeah, sexy scary. He was so gorgeous with his jaw all tense and his eyes glaring. He has an awe of authority that surrounds him and people just can't help but respect that.
"Bella? What the fuck is he going on about?" Jacob was angry. Like really, really angry. But he couldn't pull it off as well as my husband could. Even though he was on the police force, he held no authority around him.
"Don't you dare talk to her like that!" Edward snapped.
"Jacob..." I started, but how do I finish that sentence? How do you tell someone who believes you are friends, or possibly more, that not only did you get married but you purposefully didn't invite them to the shindig? "I'm kinda married now."
"What? How did I not know about this?"
"Erm…well…." I stuttered, still not sure what to say.
"It was a really small occasion," Edward supplied. I'm not sure why he's helping me try to spare Jacob's feelings but I'm not gonna look that gift horse in the mouth.
"Oh, okay," Jacob mumbled. It won't take him long to see me and my husband's face splashed across magazines and newspapers when he gets home. I'm actually surprised that this police officer hasn't recognized Edward, who is after all a rumoured mob boss.
"What are you doing here, Jacob?" I asked. Alone on a rather romantic island? Yeah that was normal.
"I'm just, ya know, on my holiday," he shrugged, but something was off. The way he was looking at me…kinda creepy. He wouldn't have followed me right? No, that was insane; he didn't even know I'd gotten married.
"Well I want to know what the fuck you think you're playing at sneaking onto my private part of the island?" Yeah trust my husband to make me go from almost freaking out to laughing out loud.
"Erm…look dude, I had no idea it was private-"
"So all the 'private property' signs confused you? I thought you were a man of the law?"
"I am. I just…I'll leave you guys" he started backing away, with hands up as though Edward was pointing a gun at him. He wasn't. I checked. "But maybe we could hang out sometime? You know catch up?"
He looks so hopeful…like a little lost puppy, and I almost cave, but Edward once again saves the day.
"Yeah we'd love to." Sarcasm, ladies and gents. "Oh wait. It's out honeymoon. By that I mean, get fucking lost, dick-face!"
With that, Jacob walked away to…where ever he came from, and Edward and I continued on our stroll.
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"What about…William? Will for short?"
"No, no, no." I can feel Edward's chin rub against the top of my head as he shakes his head. "If we have a boy he needs to be called Edward. It's tradition"
We're currently we're sat under a palm tree, on the beach. Edward's back is propped up against the trunk, and I'm resting against his chest.
"Tradition?"
"Yes, all the first born males in my family have been called Edward for generations. Our son can't break it."
"Hmm…okay, but if you're both called Edward, how will you know if I'm talking to you or the kid?"
"Well it was the same with me and my Dad. He ended up shortening his name to Ed."
"So, you'll be Ed?" I ask.
"Fuck no! I'm Edward."
I laugh. He's so cute. "So our son has to suffer with Ed or Eddie?"
"Fuck no! That's my boy! He's an Edward…Edward Junior"
"EJ," I suggested.
"Hmmm…EJ. I like that."This time I feel his head as he nods.
"And what if we have a girl?" The topic of children has been big in our conversations lately, neither of us holding back our excitement of the fact we'll hopefully be pregnant soon. Oh shit, or even now!
"Well, you deserve a name sake."
"Nu-uh!" I shook my head. "We can't call out child Bella Junior!"
"What? Why not, Bella's a beautiful name."
"Think about it Edward…Bella Junior…the kids at school would call her BJ. There's no way our daughter can be named blow job!"
Edward just laughed. Like full on belly laughter. His laughter was raking through his body, and I really didn't think it was that funny.
"Oh God Bella, I'd love to be in your head. Fine, no Bella Junior. What girl names do you…WHAT THE FUCK!"
"WHAT!" I panicked "what's wrong?"
"Is that…" I turned to look at his face. His eyes were squinting, and his neck even extended forward as through he was trying to get a better look at something. I looked in the direction of his gaze but saw nothing but the forest of trees.
"What Edward? You're scaring me!"
"Oh! No-nothing Princess. Come on, I'll cook dinner tonight." He stood up, and reached a hand down to help pull me up.
"You mean you'll burn dinner tonight," I muttered, too scared to put any force behind the comment. Something was going on; I could tell. Edward stuttered. He never fucking stutters! And his eyes are more or less glued to the same area. I look again but see nothing. Jesus how good is his eyesight?
As soon as we arrive back to the house, Edward suggests a bath. He wants me out of the way. But why? Deciding to trust my husband, I comply with his subtle command and begin to run the water. Deciding to run and grab my PJ's, I step into out of the bathroom and hear…
"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOUR FUCKING ORDERS ARE! I want my whole fucking security team here! Something is about to happen!"
And my blood runs cold….