Chapter Twenty-Nine

Peter's POV

I set Liz down inside and went to go grab the bags. I turned back to the door to see Liz slowly walking around. I saw her go through a door and I followed her. I found her in the master bedroom.

"Are you tired?" I asked her, setting the bags down.

"No. I think I slept enough on the way here," she said.

"Well. its a beautiful day. We could go swimming, or horseback riding," I suggested. Liz looked at me funny.

"Horseback riding?"

"Yea, there's a stable on the other side of the island." I told her. She seemed to get excited.

"Well then, lets go! I've never rode a horse before" she said. She grabbed her bag and ran to the bathroom. I decided to change while see was gone. I put on a pair of jeans, and a loose plaid shirt. Elizabeth came back five minutes later. When I saw her, I couldn't decide if I should smile or laugh. So I did both.

"What's so funny?" she asked looking down at herself.

"Nothing, dear. Its just that you look so cute." I told her. She was wearing boot cut jeans, with a white tank top, and had a plaid shirt over top, tied in a knot, just above her midsection. She had taken out the braid in her hair and now had it in a low, loose, ponytail. She smiled and put her hands on her hip. "You look like you really are 26". Liz has that thing about her that makes it seem like she never ages.

"Well, thank 'ya Carlisle." She said in her best southern accent. I couldn't help but smile even harder. She was so funny. Occasionally when we were off set, we would joke around and call each other by our characters names. Its been three months after Twilight and she still has fun doing it. I can't say it isn't fun, because sometimes I play along.

"My pleasure, Esme. " I said in a southern accent as well. I bowed to her. She just laughed uncontrollably. God I loved her laugh. We linked hands and began our walk to the stables.