Love at First Sight

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Chapter 38 Honeymoon

BPOV

After Edward swam out with me, he put me on his back when the water started getting too deep. I was enjoying the feel of his powerful muscles moving between my legs and hoping he would just continue swimming until we ran out of water. In fact, things got even more sensual as he flipped over and had me sit on his stomach as he floated back to shore. I leaned down and kissed him. Rubbing myself against him, then I shimmied down his body until I was sitting just above his groin; his erection touching my ass. I continued touching him, feeling him shudder under me. He picked up speed and we were on the shore in a flash.

He picked me up; I wrapped my legs around his waist. We were kissing – a long hard passionate kiss. I wiggled against him. He started walking to the house. I was kissing, nibbling and sucking his neck, shoulders, lips, even his earlobes. I was so turned on; I wanted to taste all of him. The salt seemed to enhance his already delicious taste. We never made it. He stopped halfway up the beach. I held onto his shoulders and he did all the work – holding me as he pumped into me.

"Come with me." I whispered, licking the salt from his jaw. He pumped faster; I threw my head back and yelled his name as my orgasm hit. My muscles squeezed him, milking him. We were panting. I slumped, leaning my head on his shoulder. After a few minutes, he continued to the house.

He made his way to the shower where he gently washed the salt water out of my hair. We made our way to bed and continued where we left off from the beach. This time, since we burned off the urgent need, we made love nice and slow for what seemed like an eternity before I fell asleep, my head laying on his chest, our legs entwined, my arm around his waist while he had one arm around mine. This was the first night - our first night of many on this secluded, island.

The sun, hot on the bare skin of my back, woke me. I was in the same position I fell asleep in. Two naked bodies entwined. Neither of us could resist the feel of naked skin so we took advantage of our already accessible body parts and had a very good start to our day.

"Goodmorning sweetheart." He kissed the tip of my nose.

It was a good morning indeed.

When I finally made it to my trunk, I pawed through the neatly folded piles and I noticed there was a lot of sheer lace and skimpy satin in my hands. Lingerie. Very lingerie-ish lingerie, with French tags and skimpy bikinis in a rainbow of colors. My devious mind was already at work picturing his reaction to them.

Our honeymoon continued the same way we spent our time in the cottage. Edward and I have always had a strong physical attraction between us. Like magnets pulling together. We've had to control our natural impulse to touch constantly because we had school and our families but being on this island, away from everyone was incredible. It was like some unforeseen force unleashed an aphrodisiac in the air and we were constantly consumed by unbridle passion. I fell asleep in his arms, I woke up in his arms and even in my sleep he held me all night long. That part was similar to home except, because of the heat, I didn't have to be wrapped in a blanked. Finally I got to sleep skin to skin with him all night long. He was my personal air conditioner.

Sleeping in the buff with a virile vampire frozen at seventeen had a huge advantage. Every morning when I woke up, he was already hard. Morning wood. No matter what position I wake up in. If I wake half on half off his chest, my knee was usually the first to get in contact with his erection, if we fell asleep spooning, then I feel it on my ass as soon as I was conscious. No matter what part of my body maked first contact, the end result was always the same. Before I could go to the bathroom for my 'human minute' we were usually havig morning sex.

My favorite is when we are in the spoon position. He knows so many ways to spice up this simple position it's unbelievable. Just the positioning of my legs or angling our torso differently, makes a big difference. He knows I'm paranoid about morning breath so he uses positions where we're not all up in each other's faces for our morning sex. At first I just thought he was just experimenting but when I questioned him about the positions, I found out that they actually have names. I usually get the easy part of relaxing while he positioned himself but we both enjoyed the end results.

Like the one he called the scissors. The name fits. Our legs are inter-crossed or scissored. He's usually pounding at different angles and he gets great penetration, in this position, it's very easy for me to have an orgasm or two or three. When he rubbed my clit, it increased the pleasure and I'm usually climaxing in no time. Sometimes he slows it down and he thrusts slowly for a while before speeding up and letting me cum. He also does this sitting up sometimes; at least he's sitting while I recline on my side. In both positions we could look at each other, watching the emotions on each other's faces, touch and caress naked limbs and torsos, being intimate without kissing.

After recovering from our morning sex, he usually heads to the kitchen to make me breakfast while I perform my morning routine. If he follows me in the bath, then we usually end up having shower sex because the feel of a wet Edward is not something I'm willing to pass up and he feels the same way about my wet body.

After a couple of days, we settled into a nice routine. During the mornings, we explored the small jungle that ringed the rocky little peak. We visited the parrots that lived in the canopy on the south end of the island. We swam with the porpoises that played in the warm, shallow waters there. Or at least I did; when Edward was in the water, the porpoises disappeared as if a shark was near. We explored coral reefs and submerged caves and sea turtles. We snorkeled (well, I snorkeled while he flaunted his ability to go without oxygen indefinitely). Most of our days ended with us watching the sunset from the rocky western cove or on the beach right outside the house. The island was truly beautiful. It was a treasure.

We found some large chaise lounges which we dragged out to the beach. They were almost the size of a twin bed. When we put two close together, it was perfect for our afternoon or evening or even midnight sex on the beach or just to relax and enjoy the sun.

After lunch, we'd lay on the beach. We even indulged in nude sunbathing and more skinny dipping. It didn't matter if I was wearing a bikini or not, or if I was under the shade of an umbrella, Edward would meticulously rub sunblock into my skin regullarly. Often that led to more sex. Having his hands cover my body with oil became my new favorite pastime. It reminded me of our sensual massage when we went skiing. Although he didn't need sunblock, I took great pleasure in straddling him and oiling down his body too.

One day, I decided to really torture him – payback for all the teasing with the sunblock. I had him lie face down on the cushion; I climbed on his back, massaging the warm oil into his cool skin. I did his shoulders, his back, his thighs, calves and went back to straddle him.

"Don't move. I need you to stay very, very still..." I whispered as I started rocking my hips in slow, small circles, pressing my crotch directly against his tailbone. Whispering to him, telling him how wet I was getting, how just riding his back, feeling his powerful muscles were making me so aroused I was going to cum.

"I'm getting close, closer, closer..." I whispered, kissing his neck. Panting in his ear.

I really was letting my imagination take control of me. I was in a zone. He reached back, lifted me a little and flipped over on his back. There was no mistaking the prominent bulge in his shorts. I licked my lips, salivating at the prospect of using him for my pleasure.

I quickly pulled down his shorts, untied my bikini and continued where I left off. Only this time, I was impaled on his huge, hard cock. I was in no rush; I took my time and savored the feel of him inside me. Moving my hips gently up and down, back and forth and around and around. My hands were on his chest, pinching his nipples, stretching them. I know he likes the feel of my hot body, so I trailed my palms and fingers all over him. Sometimes leaning in to kiss him, covering him with my upper body; rubbing my breast against his chest. Licking the salt from his jaw, leaving a trail of kisses from his ear to his lips, from his lips to the hallow in his throat, down to his chest.

I was kissing, nibbling and sucking his neck, shoulders, lips, even his earlobes. We went on like this for a while. Then I leaned back, putting my hands on his thighs while he played with my breasts, trailed his fingers over my hot body; my breasts, my stomach, my legs and back to my breasts – tweaking my nipples, sending waves of pleasure through me.

He leaned up and held me close to him – sitting all the way up and curling his feet behind me. This is one of the reasons why I love this position. It's so easy to cuddle, so intimate. I trailed my fingers against his back, working my way from his shoulders to his ass and back. I continued to nibble on his neck and ear, kissed his jaw, his chin, tasting his lips – first the bottom, then the top; both getting equal attention.

He was doing the same. We were in synch. Touching, kissing, gyrating our hips. We were anticipating the other's moves. It was like a graceful, sensual dance. The sound of the waves on the sand, the bird songs, all became background music to our groans, moans and whispering. I lost track of how long we remained like that or how many times we both found our release before we laid back and continued to enjoy the sun.

That was just one of our fabulous afternoons on the beach. Each day was different. Special. Sensual. We gave sex on the beach a whole new meaning. Now whenever I hear someone order that drink, I'll be beet red.

From morning to night, we touched, kissed, made love where ever the mood struck. It was wonderful not having to worry about anyone making remarks about PDA. We explored our sensuality. Tried new things. Told each other about our fantasies from when we just met and acted out some of them. I was in paradise – literally.

I had a different bikini every day for our excursions and our time on the beach. The weather doesn't affect Edward but he wore board shorts all day. I would rather he remained naked so I could ogle his magnificent body, but then I wouldn't have lasted two weeks.

At night, after my shower, I wore one of my new lingerie outfits while we prepared dinner. Most nights, we had to turn the stove off when things get too heated from all the touching and kissing and the unbridled passion – that all-encompassing need for more, more, more. Sometimes the outfit survived and was discarded when we hit the bed. More often than not, I had to find a t-shirt and shorts to eat dinner in. Eating naked, was not an option. We found that out early.

One night, after Edward and I destroyed another one of my pretty little outfit with our impatient hands, we finished cooking dinner and were sitting at the table naked while I ate. Something dripped down my chin and he licked it. I decided to tease him and dripped some sauce on his chest and licked it up. The only food I ate that night was off of Edward's body while he sprawled out on the table with me on his lap. His flavor greatly enhancing the taste of the food. This led to me laying on the table while he dripped chocolate syrup all over me. Licking it up and kissing me so I could swallow it for dessert. I don't know why I found this so erotic but I was soaked. Since I wasn't wearing panties, he just lifted my legs over his shoulders and dived in. Licking, sucking and nibbling on my lips and clit until I came screaming his name. That was the last time we cooked and ate naked.

"I love the taste of chocolate covered Bella." He said, laughing as we made our way to the shower.

"Not as much as I love the taste of marina covered Edward." I chuckled. "Now I know what you mean about human food tasting better if it's combined with my taste. That was the best pasta I ever had."

One morning, halfway into our time on the island, Edward mentioned that the caretakers were coming to clean and bring more food. I was not happy at the disruption of my idyllic time on our fantasy island and asked why we needed the house cleaned. We could do it ourselves. I had a vision of pretending to be a French maid while we attempted to clean. Okay so this is a bad idea, the house will never get cleaned up while we were here.

He pursed his lips, trying not to laugh at my disgruntled tone. "Why don't you pick out a movie while I get the door?"

"I didn't hear a knock."

He cocked his head to the side, listening. A half second later, a faint, timid rap on the door sounded. He grinned and turned for the hallway.

I wandered over to the shelves under the big TV and started scanning through the titles. It was hard to decide where to begin. They had more DVDs than a rental store.

I could hear Edward's low, velvet voice as he came back down the hall, conversing fluidly in what I assumed was perfect Portuguese. Another, harsher, human voice answered in the same tongue.

Edward led them into the room, pointing toward the kitchen on his way. The two Brazilians looked incredibly short and dark next to him. One was a round man, the other a slight female, both their faces creased with lines. Edward gestured to me with a proud smile, and I heard my name mixed in with a flurry of unfamiliar words. I flushed a little as I thought of the downy mess in the white room, which they would soon encounter.

The little man smiled at me politely but the tiny coffee-skinned woman didn't smile. She stared at me with a mixture of shock, worry, and most of all, wide-eyed fear. Before I could react, Edward motioned for them to follow him and they were gone.

When he reappeared, he was alone. He walked swiftly to my side and wrapped his arms around me.

"What's with her?" I whispered urgently, remembering her panicked expression.

He shrugged, unperturbed.

"Kaure's part Ticuna Indian. She was raised to be more superstitious—or you could call it more aware—than those who live in the modern world. She suspects what I am, or close enough." He still didn't sound worried.

"They have their own legends here. The Libishomen—a blood-drinking demon who preys exclusively on beautiful women." He leered at me. "Remember the half breeds; well she must have heard those stories too."

"Beautiful women only? Well, that was kind of flattering. She looked terrified," I said.

"She is—but mostly she's worried about you."

"Me?"

"She's afraid of why I have you here, all alone." He chuckled darkly and then looked toward the wall of movies.

"Oh well, why don't you choose something for us to watch? That's an acceptably human thing to do."

"Yes, I'm sure a movie will convince her that you're human."

I laughed and clasped my arms securely around his neck, stretching up on my tiptoes. He leaned down so that I could kiss him, and then his arms tightened around me, lifting me off the floor so he didn't have to bend.

"Movie, schmovie," I muttered as his lips moved down my throat, twisting my fingers in his bronze hair.

Then I heard a gasp, and he put me down abruptly. Kaure stood frozen in the hallway, an expression of horror on her face. She stared at me, her eyes bugging out, as I blushed and looked down. Then she recovered herself and murmured something that, even in an unfamiliar language, was clearly an apology. Edward smiled and answered in a friendly tone. She turned her dark eyes away and continued down the hall.

"She was thinking what I think she was thinking, wasn't she?" I muttered.

He laughed at my convoluted sentence. "Yes."

"Here," I said, reaching out at random and grabbing a movie. "Put this on and we can pretend to watch it." It was an old musical with smiling faces and fluffy dresses on the front.

"Very honeymoonish," Edward approved.

While actors on the screen danced their way through a perky introduction song, I lolled on the sofa, snuggled into Edward's arms. Anticipating the resumption of our alone time. My pulse was racing in my veins.

"Is there something the matter with your heart?"

"Nope. Healthy as a horse." I paused. "Do you want to examine it?"

"Maybe it would be more polite to wait until we're alone."

In truth, I'd already forgotten the people in the other room.

"Right. Drat."

Gustavo and Kaure moved quietly through the house while I waited impatiently for them to finish and tried to pay attention to the happily-ever-after on the screen. I was lost in a lust filled daydream when a rough voice startled me. Edward sat up, keeping me cradled against him, and answered Gustavo in flowing Portuguese. Gustavo nodded and walked quietly toward the front door.

"They're finished," Edward told me.

"So that would mean that we're alone now?"

He didn't answer. He'd already swept me up into his arms and his lips silenced mine as he carried me with inhuman speed to the bedroom. We surfaced a few hours later so I could have a very late lunch. We decided to have a picnic on the beach. It was too beautiful to stay indoors for long.

"Do you want to swim with the dolphins this afternoon—burn off the calories?" he asked.

"Maybe later. I had another idea for burning calories."

"And what was that?" No more words were needed. We were so attuned with each other.

We had sex in each room and most of the places we visited on the island. We christened every piece of furniture in the house – even the floors and the boat. We were like kids playing with our shiny new toys on Christmas morning.

On one of our last nights, I decided to do something different so after my shower, I wore one of Edward's t-shirts to cook. When we went to bed that night, I slipped into the bathroom and came out in something similar to what I wore after the vampire attack. Needless to say, this outfit got the same reaction from him – his eyes pop open wide.

"What do you think?" I asked, pirouetting so that he could see every angle. You would have thought that after seeing me in little pieces of silk, satin and lace for almost two weeks, plus those bikinis he would be used to the sight but when I saw his eyes, I knew I was in for another long, long night.

He flew off the bed and trapped me between his hard body and the wall. He attacked my mouth. We shared a hard hungry kiss. Groping and moaning and groaning. A fire burned through me. The kiss went on and on. He ripped the sheer fabric off me, pushing his knee between my legs rubbing it into me. I held on to his waist, trying to keep my knees from buckling. He spread my legs apart and slipped in a finger – swirling it around my wetness.

He groaned. I moaned. He inserted another finger. Working them in and out, spreading my juices around as he continued devouring my lips. My muscles were quivering around his fingers, clenching them. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I was rubbing my crotch against him. I was burning up. His hands were on my ass, pushing me harder against his massive erection.

He walked over to the dressing table, pushing things over to make room. He put me on the edge and plunged his big, hard cock in me. I wrapped my legs around his waist again as he pounded into me. In and out, relentlessly. The quivering and clenching increased with his pace. Things were falling around us but nothing could distract us. In and out. Again and again. He kept pounding into me. He moved my legs from around his waist, putting them over his shoulders. He continued with his relentless punishing rhythm.

My breathing became more and more erratic the closer I got to my climax. Sensing how close I was, he increased his speed. Pulling my ass almost all the way off the edge as he angled his thrusts; hitting that spot inside me that drives me wild. I threw my head back. Sounds gurgling deep in my throat. I was close. I raised my head to stare at him, watching the concentration on his face as he worked to push me over the edge. Our eyes locked. His was as black as the night but I saw all the love and devotion he felt on his face. I hoped mine mirrored the same emotions. I reached out and held onto his arms wanting that added connection. We gazed at each other as he increased his speed again pushing us over the edge.

His head slumped, resting on my neck. I removed my legs from his shoulders and wrapped them around him again. I hugged him, pulling him tightly against me. Inhaling his sweet delicious scent. Using it to calm down. Eventually he took me to bed. Just like that last time, we ended up in the 69 position and recreated that day to perfection. After we were both sated, we cuddled and kissed and caressed, until I fell asleep.

The line of black advanced on me through the shroud-like mist. I could see their dark ruby eyes glinting with desire, lusting for the kill.

Their lips pulled back over their sharp, wet teeth—some to snarl, some to smile.

I heard the child behind me whimper, but I couldn't turn to look at him. Though I was desperate to be sure that he was safe, I could not afford any lapse in focus now.

They ghosted closer, their black robes billowing slightly with the movement. I saw their hands curl into bone-colored claws. They started to drift apart, angling to come at us from all sides. We were surrounded. We were going to die.

And then, like a burst of light from a flash, the whole scene was different. Yet nothing changed—the Volturi still stalked toward us, poised to kill. All that really changed was how the picture looked to me. Suddenly, I was hungry for it. I wanted them to charge. The panic changed to bloodlust as I crouched forward, a smile on my face, and a growl ripped through my bared teeth.

I jolted upright, shocked out of the dream.

The room was black. It was also steamy hot. Sweat matted my hair at the temples and rolled down my throat.

I groped the warm sheets and found them empty.

"Edward?"

Just then, my fingers encountered something smooth and flat and stiff. One sheet of paper, folded in half. I took the note with me and felt my way across the room to the light switch.

The outside of the note was addressed to Mrs. Cullen.

I'm hoping you won't wake and notice my absence, but, if you should, I'll be back very soon. I've just gone to the mainland to hunt. Go back to sleep and I'll be here when you wake again. I love you.

I sighed. We'd been here about two weeks now, so I should have been expecting that he would have to leave, but I hadn't been thinking about time. We seemed to exist outside of time here, just drifting along in a perfect state. I wiped the sweat off my forehead. I felt absolutely wide awake, though the clock on the dresser said it was after one. I knew I would never be able to sleep as hot and sticky as I felt. Not to mention the fact that if I shut off the light and closed my eyes, I was sure to see those prowling black figures in my head.

After my encounter with Gustavo and Kaure, I've been thinking more and more about the half breeds. Maybe it was all the emotions from the wedding and honeymoon. Maybe I was just hormonal. Whatever the reason, I've been dreaming about having a baby more and more and whenever I dream about the baby, it gets mixed up with the Volturi and the story about the immortal children. I know I promised to go to school with Edward but I had to talk to him about this. I'm surprised Alice hasn't picked up on it and called.

I got up and wandered aimlessly through the dark house, flipping on lights. It felt so big and empty without Edward there. Different. I ended up in the kitchen and decided that maybe comfort food was what I needed.

I made a plate of fried chicken and ate it all. Soon the combination of the heat and the heavy food made me drowsy but I didn't want to go back to the hot room. So I opened more windows in the TV room and lay on the couch right beneath them. I turned on the same movie we'd watched the other day and quickly fell asleep to the bright opening song.

When I opened my eyes again, the sun was halfway up the sky, but it was not the light that woke me. Cool arms were around me, pulling me against him.

"I'm sorry," Edward was murmuring as he wiped a wintry hand across my clammy forehead. "So much for thoroughness. I didn't think about how hot you would be with me gone."

"Edward, I've been having some really vivid dreams about having a bady." I felt his stiffen.

"I know we are going to school as soon as we go back but I want to at least explore that possibility. We know Carlisle said it would be safer for me with all the advance medical equipment and the fact that you would change me if it becomes too dangerous for me."

"Sweetheart, I know what Carlisle said but I'm still afraid for you. I can't think of losing you; especially not now. Not after we've had the most incredible two weeks."

"Would it be easier if we went to the mainland and found that boy and his aunt? We could hear their story firsthand. You could ask them if it would have made a difference if the father had been around at the birth. If it's really a matter of life or death, then I'd be happy to forget it, but if there is a chance that I could survive the birth, then I want to give it a try. I would never do anything to take myself out of your life. Being with you is like a dream come true. I know how devastated I'd be if I lost you, I would never put myself at risk to let that happen to you. Not after you've waited for over a century to find me. Nothing is more important that your happiness." I caressed his jaw and kissed him gently, trying to reassure him.

"I need to think this through." I decided to let him have him time.

Edward went to the door, I heard Edward speaking Portuguese. Arguing. His voice got closer, and I heard him grunt in exasperation. Then I heard another voice, low and timid. A woman's voice.

He came into the kitchen ahead of her and went straight to me. He wiped the tears from my cheeks and murmured in my ear through the thin, hard line of his lips.

"She's insisting on leaving the food she brought—she made us dinner." If he had been less tense, less furious, I knew he would have rolled his eyes. "It's an excuse—she wants to make sure I haven't killed you yet." His voice went ice cold at the end.

Kaure edged nervously around the corner with a covered dish in her hands. I wished I could speak Portuguese, or that my Spanish was less rudimentary, so that I could try to thank this woman who had dared to anger a vampire just to check on me.

Her eyes flickered between the two of us. Mumbling something I didn't understand, she put the dish on the counter.

Edward said something to her; I'd never heard him be so impolite before. She turned to go but I stopped her.

"Edward. Don't you think it's strange that we've just been talking about a baby and Kaure shows up? I've never been superstitious but I think this is an omen." I walked over to the living room holding Kaure's hand, pulling her along with me. Edward followed.

"Tell her that I know what you are. Tell her I choose to be with you. That we've heard about the half breeds and want to know more about them."

He started talking to her. Suddenly, Kaure was shouting at him—loudly, furiously, her unintelligible words flying across the room like knives. She raised her tiny fist in the air and took two steps forward, shaking it at him. Despite her ferocity, it was easy to see the terror in her eyes.

Edward stepped toward her, and I clutched at his arm, frightened for the woman. But when he interrupted her tirade, his voice took me by surprise, especially considering how sharp he'd been with her when she wasn't screeching at him. It was low now; it was pleading. Not only that, but the sound was different, more guttural, the cadence off. I didn't think he was speaking Portuguese anymore.

For a moment, the woman stared at him in wonder, and then her eyes narrowed as she barked out a long question in the same alien tongue.

I watched as his face grew sad and serious, and he nodded once. She took a quick step back and crossed herself.

He reached out to her, gesturing toward me and then resting his hand against my cheek. She replied angrily again, waving her hands accusingly toward him, and then gestured to him. When she finished, he pleaded again with the same low, urgent voice.

Her expression changed—she stared at him with doubt plain on her face as he spoke, her eyes repeatedly flashing to my confused face. He stopped speaking, and she seemed to be deliberating something. She looked back and forth between the two of us, and then, unconsciously it seemed, took a step forward.

She made a motion with her hands, miming a shape like a balloon jutting out from her stomach.

She walked a few steps forward deliberately this time and asked a few brief questions, which he responded to tensely. Then he became the questioner—one quick query. She hesitated and then slowly shook her head. When he spoke again, his voice was so agonized that I looked up at him in shock. His face was drawn with pain.

In answer, she walked slowly forward until she was close enough to lay her small hand on top of mine. She spoke one word in Portuguese.

"Morte," she sighed quietly.

Then she turned, her shoulders bent as if the conversation had aged her, and started to leave the room.

I knew enough Spanish for that one. I couldn't let her leave with that word hanging between us. I hurried after her.

"I have to go to her village. I have to speak to that boy. My mind would never give up on this until I have all the facts. We're here; we have the perfect opportunity to explore this. Please ask her to help us." I demanded.

After their conversation, he gave her his phone. She had a fast conversation with the person on the other end of the line. I didn't understand what she was saying but I was fascinated anyway. Finally she hung up and gave the phone to Edward.

"She spoke to someone from her village. They agreed to take us to the jungle. Someone will try to find the boy so we could talk to him but we have to leave now. It's a long ride to the jungle."

We changed and followed her to the dock. We would follow her in our boat. The person she called would meet us on the mainland with a jeep to take us inland.

The slight woman looked to Kaure nervously. Kaure nodded in encouragement.

"I am Huilen," the woman announced in clear but strangely accented English. This is my nephew, Nahuel named after the jungle cat." As she continued, it was apparent she had prepared herself to tell this story it flowed like a well-known nursery rhyme. The story was the same as what we heard from Carlisle only it was being told by the people who lived it therefore making it more real.

After she finished, Edward asked if it would have made a difference for his mother if his father was around.

"I'll never forgiven my father for deserting my mother. When I look at you, I see what could have been if my father was more like you." He said to Edward. "I'm sure he could have saved her after the birth."

"Don't blame yourself for the death of your mother. After hearing this, I could see how much she loved you from the very beginning. She wouldn't want you to hold this bitterness inside. It's time to let it go." Listening to him speak to Nahuel, he reminded me of Carlisle with all his wisdom. He put his hand on Nahuel's shoulder. Looking him in the eye, trying to comfort him even though he was the younger of the two.

We talked to them for a while longer, talking about my diet if I decided to get pregnant. Kaure told us how quickly everything happened. The pregnancy was much faster than a human pregnancy. Less than three months from conception to birth. It was mind blowing. They travelled in the jeep with us, to the edge of the jungle so we could have more time together. We thanked them, promised to contact them again and gave them our information so they could visit us when we got back home.

Edward and I thanked, Kaure and her friend Kachiri. I was so happy; I even hugged them when they dropped us off at the boat. With the new information or rather a fresh spin on the information we already had, things looked more optimistic.

For our last two days, we did all our favorite things; culmination in an incredibly romantic midnight swim. Then the seclusion of our magical island was over. How are we going to survive in the real world after this?

A/N: As much as I would like to take the credit for all the innovative sex moves, remember that all of these positions could be found on the internet either internet searches or visit sexinfo101. c o m. Research has taken on a whole new meaning. :)