BPOV
"Happy Birthday!" my dad yells barreling through my door at the butt crack of dawn.
"Ugh" I groan out and throw the blankets over my head. I'm 18 years old today, officially an adult, and I still can't stop my dad from waking me up in the morning. It's been a few days since our meeting with the wolves and so far everything has been quiet, well everything except my dad in the morning.
"Come on Bells. I have presents for you…and I made coffee." With that last word I pull the blanket down enough to glare at him.
"Is the coffee with you or is it downstairs?"
He just huffs at me.
"I brought it with me. What kind of fool do you think I am?" Pulling his hand from behind his back, he hands me a steaming thermos full of coffee. I scramble out of bed to grab it like it's going to disappear any second.
Mmm a little cream and a lot of sugar, just the way I like it.
"Thanks dad." I tell him as I sit back in bed with my coffee.
"You're welcome. Now am I forgiven for waking you up?" he asks with a raised eyebrow.
"I'll think about it." I tell him.
"Alright but I have to be at work early and I wanted you to open your presents this morning." He tells me. He always gets excited for me to open my presents.
Glancing over at my nightstand, I see two wrapped packages that I didn't notice before. Actually, wrapped may be too broad of a term, it's more like he bundled up the paper over it and then wound a whole roll of tape around the paper. I might need the jaws of life to open them.
"Dad I think we need to introduce you to the wonder of gift bags." I tell him while trying to find a piece of wrapping paper that doesn't have tape on it.
"Whatever, B. I'm a great wrapper. It's supposed to be hard for you to open them, that's the fun part."
I just roll my eyes at him.
Finally I find a corner where I can start tearing and about five minutes later, I get all of the paper off. It's a velvet jewelry box, and I take a deep breath before opening it. For all I know it could a giant cat broach that my dad will insist I wear 24/7. When I open the box, my breath hitches. Inside is a beautiful, delicate charm bracelet. Tearing my eyes away from it, I look at my dad. He's swaying nervously in front of my door with his hands in his pockets.
"Dad…it's beautiful." I tell him. He comes over and helps me put it on.
"The sales lady helped me pick it out and then I chose the charms."
When I look closer at it, I notice that there are several charms on it. I can't believe he picked each one specifically. There's a small book, a small truck that looks so much like mine that it makes me giggle, a sapphire (my birthstone), a heart that looks like my locket, and three other gemstones. I look up at my dad confused about the last three and he clears his throat anxiously.
"Um this one" he says fingering a purplish stone. "is alexandrite. It is the June birthstone. I thought you would want a representation of Edward, so I asked him when his birthday was." I'm literally speechless as I wait for him to explain the other two. My heart soars when I think about him wanting to include Edward.
"This one" he fingers the red stone, "is a ruby. It's to represent me and my birthday in July. And this one is a diamond," he says pointing to it. "It's to represent your mom. Her birthday was in April."
By the time he's finished, tears have slid down my cheeks and I get up to hug him.
"This is amazing dad. Thank you so much. It's the best present I've ever gotten. I'll never take it off."
He holds me tight for a while before patting my back and chuckling.
"It's your eighteenth birthday Bells. I wanted you to have something special. Now open your other present."
Wiping the tears from my eyes, I reach for the other, larger, present. This one takes me about 15 minutes to open as my dad sits there and laughs at me. Once I finally tear the paper off, it looks like a big book, but it has my picture on the cover. When I open it the front page says,
Isabella Marie Swan
Born September 13, 1987
"Dad what is this?" I ask him confused.
"Um well I was looking through the attic and I found a box of your baby pictures and mementos. In there I found your mom's baby journal. I knew she wrote everything down when she was pregnant with you, but I didn't know that she had saved the journal. You've never really had a baby book so I wanted to make you one. It's not really a present from me. Esme and Alice helped me with it a lot. You know how challenged I am when it comes to crafts."
Flipping through the pages, my jaw drops to my chin. Every page has a few pictures on it with some cut out inserts that have my mom's handwriting on them. It starts out with pictures of her when she was pregnant, she's turned to the side in each of them and you can see her growing bump. Each writing insert tells of a new fascination or horror to come along with pregnancy. I laugh as I read about her crazy dreams and the first time she randomly exploded on my dad because of her hormones. The story of the first time she felt me kick makes me cry. She writes constantly about how much she loves me and how she can't wait until I arrive. Soon there are pictures of me as a newborn in the hospital and then as an infant. There are some of a pre-moustache-Charlie holding me. He looks like he's scared out of his mind, but there's so much love in his eyes that it makes me cry harder. Soon there are pictures of me crawling and my mom's notes about my first steps. On one page there is a lock of my hair with the story of my first haircut. I laugh as I read about how I tried to bite the beautician and my mom cried when they cut off my curls. The last page of the book has a picture of my parents and I on my first day of preschool.
Gently and reverently, I place the book back on my nightstand and throw myself in my dad's arms, sobbing.
"Daddy" I whimper into his neck.
"I love you so much baby girl" he whispers brokenly. I can tell he's crying. He loved my mom just as much as I did.
I can't say anything so I just cry and hold him. Once I have no more tears left, I sit back and look up at him. He wipes my tears away with his thumbs.
"Thank you so much daddy. I love you." I tell him. He sniffs and shrugs before heading towards the door.
"You're welcome Bells. I have to get going or I'm going to be late. I love you. I hope you have a good birthday."
"I will. I'll see you tonight." He just nods awkwardly before leaving. I fall back onto the bed and clutch the book to my chest.
As soon as I hear his cruiser pull out of the driveway, cold arms envelope me as a body comes against my back.
"Are you okay?" Edward asks quietly and I nod at him.
"I've been outside listening. Do you mind if I look through your book with you?" he whispers in my ear.
As I sit up, he does the same and pulls me onto his chest. Together we look through my book of memories. We laugh and cry together (well cry as much as he can). Once we get to the last page, I take a few minutes to look at the picture. Tracing my mom's face with my fingertip, I smile sadly.
"Your mom would be so proud of you Bella." Edward says softly. I don't know what to say so I just lean against his chest.
"I can't believe my dad did this." I say after a few minutes. "Thank Esme and Alice for me please. I'll never be able to repay them for this."
"You don't need to love. They love you and your dad. They were ecstatic that he allowed them to help him with it."
We sit together quietly for a minute before I break the silence.
"We better get ready if we're going to get to school." I tell him sadly.
"Well that's part of the reason I'm here." He says smiling.
"Huh?" I ask him. I'm confused.
"We aren't going to school today. It's part of my birthday present to you. I've talked to Charlie and he's agreed for us to take the day off so that we can get a head start."
Is he talking in code? A head start to what?
"I'm taking you away for the weekend. That's why Charlie had you open his presents this morning. Alice has already packed you a bag and we are going to leave as soon as you get dressed. We'll be gone today, tomorrow and come home Sunday."
"Are you serious?!" I ask excited.
"Yes love. Your dad threatened my life if I brought you back hurt or broken, but he knows that you're eighteen. He can't really stop you from going, and I don't think he wants to. He understands that we're in love."
"Wow" I mutter. I can't believe my dad is being so awesome about this.
"Well it might also have something to do with Esme's charm. You see, she's the one who called and explained everything to him. By the time I asked him, he was in a daze." He says laughing.
"So just you and me? For three whole days?" I ask him excited and he nods.
My speed marvels a vampire as I leap out of bed and head to the bathroom. I quickly shower and dry off before heading into my room.
"I picked out something for you to wear on the drive, love. I want you to be comf-" he stops when he turns around and sees me completely naked with my wet hair trailing down my back.
"Thanks!" I squeak and lean up to kiss his cheek before grabbing the bra and panty set he laid out on the bed. Of course it's lacy and completely see-through. When I look at him with one eyebrow raised, he just grins cheekily at me. He chose a soft long sleeve t-shirt and yoga pants for the drive. Once I'm dressed, I quickly braid my hair and put my locket on. Grabbing my shoes in my hand, I run outside in my socks to Edward's car. He's right next to me laughing to whole way.
"A little eager, huh?" he asks me laughing once we're in the car and I nod excitedly at him.
"Well Alice packed for us, so the trunk is full of suitcases for you, and there's one suitcase in the backseat for me. Esme sent two coolers of food for the drive and Emmett sent a suitcase full of junk food. I brought you a blanket and pillow in case you want to nap in the car. Carlisle packed a first aid kit, just in case, and Jasper sent a few books so you can read on the way. I'm not sure what Rosalie sent, but she told me to give you this when we get there." He says gesturing to a small bag laying on the console. It's about the size of the suitcases in the back. "I'm under strict instructions not to open it and she has kept her thoughts hidden from me for days."
"Hmmm interesting." I tell him. "What do you think is in it?"
"I don't know. I'm a little nervous about it. Knowing Rosalie it could be anything."
"Well I guess we'll find out when we get there….by the way where are we going?"
"Nice try, love, but I can't tell you. It's a birthday surprise." He tells me with a smirk. He really enjoys this too much. "We won't get there until tonight, so you better get comfortable. Esme packed plenty of food for you but if you want something hot, we can always stop at a restaurant."
"Okay." I tell him pulling my legs up into my seat. Might as well get comfortable.
Reaching into the backseat, I pull Emmett's snack suitcase into my lap. When I open it, I find every snack food I could ever want: doritos, pringles, lays potato chips in every flavor, gummy bears and gummy worms, granola bars, snack cakes, chocolate bars, candy bars, chocolate covered peanuts, oreos, chips ahoy, skittles, Cheetos, and more. As I dig around in the bag, I find a package with a sticky note attached to it.
Baby B-
I hope you like these snacks I got for you. Eat as many as you can, you need a little meat on your bones.
They didn't have half of this stuff when I was human so I hope it's good.
These looked interesting. Let me know if you like them. We see them outside all of the time.
Toodles,
Big E
Once I pull the note off of the box, I see that the label says chocolate covered crickets. I burst out laughing as Edward just shakes his head.
"Does he really think if I eat these, he can just go out into the backyard and catch me some more?" I ask.
"Probably. Are you going to eat them?"
"Um no. Bugs aren't really my thing." I tell him scrunching my nose. "What's with him signing it 'Big E'?"
"I don't know. He's a freak." I just laugh and nod at him before throwing the crickets into the backseat and digging into the snack bag.
"Bella, wake up. We're here." Edward says while shaking my shoulder lightly. I fell asleep around our 12th hour in the car.
Looking up, all I see is snow. I sit up and rub the sleep out of my eyes before turning to Edward.
"Where are we?"
"We're at our cabin in Alaska" he says excited.
"Wait. When you say 'our' you mean your family's right?"
"Um no. I mean yours and mine." He says sheepishly.
"You bought us a cabin?!" I screech.
"Well technically I'm renting it. If we like it this weekend, then I will put the final paperwork through to buy it."
"Oh my gosh! I..uh..you…ugh well let's go see our cabin then." I grumble.
"It's a little bit of a walk from here but I'll carry you and then I'll come back for the bags." He tells me before coming around and opening my door. He has my coat in his hands and holds it out for me to put on. I had taken it off shortly after we got in the car because it's too bulky.
Lifting me bridal style into his arms, he takes off running. It only feels like a few seconds before he stops.
The first thing I notice as he sets me down is how beautiful everything is. Our cabin is an old style log cabin with a chimney. Behind it is a snow covered mountain range, and there are fur trees all around. It looks like a Christmas card.
Grabbing Edward's hand I run up onto the front porch, taking a moment to admire the porch swing and wooden rocking chairs before going inside. The front door opens into the living room; it has high ceilings and the wall facing the mountains is almost completely glass. There is a massive sectional couch facing a giant entertainment center with a coffee table in between the two. To my right is a large cubby that looks like a room without the wall separating it from the living room. All three walls have picture windows and each has a window seat laid into it. To my left is a door with no knob and when I press on it, it swings inward. Walking through it, I find the most beautiful kitchen, I've ever seen. It has all stone countertops and the cabinets are a beautiful wood. There is a dining room area off to the side and an island in the middle. On the counters are stainless steel kitchen appliances that look brand new, and baskets of fruit and pastries. Walking through the kitchen, I find another doorway that leads back to the living room. Once there I head to the another door on the opposite side of the living room. Inside I find what I assume is the master suite. To the right is a little sitting area that leads to the bathroom, and to the right is the actual bedroom. There is a king size bed with nightstands on each side. The bed and the nightstand are made of the same beautiful wood. There is also a vanity against one wall with a lighted mirror and lots of drawers for storage. The sitting room has two plush chairs facing a stone fireplace and a massive bearskin rug on the floor. I wonder if one of the Cullens caught that bear.
Heading through the sitting room and into the bathroom, I find that it's even more luxurious than Edward's. There is a glass shower with multiple shower heads and even a bench. There is also a double bathtub with jets and candles all around it. I find the toilet inside one of the closets and towels inside the other. I love this house. I don't think anything could make me love it more. Dang it! I was hoping I would hate it so Edward wouldn't have to buy it.
When I go back into the bedroom, I find Edward carrying in what I'm assuming is my luggage, and I laugh because he looks like a pack mule. He may have the strength of a vampire, but seeing an average sized man carrying seven massive suitcases at once is quite amusing. Dropping the suitcases on the bed, he raises his eyebrow at me.
"So what do you think of the house?"
"I…I love it. It's perfect." I admit and he grins.
"Good I'll call the owner tomorrow."
I roll my eyes at his smugness. I should have known the house would be perfect, he can read my mind.
"So are you ready for bed? Or do you want to eat dinner first?" he asks.
"I don't want anything to eat. I think I ate my weight in junk food on the way here. Emmett is evil." I tell him while laying a hand on my belly.
"How about we sit by the fire? You can finish that book you were reading on the way here."
"Okay." I tell him. "But first I want to open Rosalie's gift. I'm dying to know what it is."
"I set it on the dresser earlier. I'll just give you some privacy. Call for me when you're done." He tells me and with a kiss on the forehead, he's gone.
Grabbing the bag on the dresser, I sit on the bed to open it. The first thing I find is a note.
Bella-
I hope you find this useful on your trip. I know where Edward is taking you and thought it might be appropriate.
Have fun, but not too much fun.
-Rose
Reaching into the bag I find a pair of ice skates and a matching set of gloves, a scarf and a hat. They are all ice blue and I can tell they're expensive. The skates are white and have sparkles on them. I love them.
"Edward" I say softly and he's immediately at my side. Showing him my present, he smiles.
"Rosalie loves to ice skate. As a vampire athletics come pretty easy to us, and we like to play them all. Rosalie will play the normal sports with the boys, but her real passion is to ice skate."
"It's nice that she's sharing that with me." I tell him while running my fingers over the soft beanie.
He nods, "Yeah it is. We can go skating tomorrow if you want. I'm guessing Alice saw this and packed my skates."
"I would like that. I haven't skated since I was little, so you'll have to help me."
"I can definitely do that. Come on, I got the fire started and grabbed your book from the car."
Taking his outstretched hand, we head into the sitting room. He takes a seat in one of the chairs and pulls me into his lap.
"Won't you be bored sitting here while I read?" I ask him.
"I could never be bored around you Bella. I love to sit with you while you read. I get to watch the story through your beautiful imagination. I watched the story the whole way here, and now I'm ready to finish it." He tells me smiling.
I only have a few chapters left so I crack open the book and snuggle into his lap.
It doesn't take me long to finish and once I do, I set it on the chair next to us and lay my head against Edward's neck.
"Are you tired, love?" he asks me.
I don't bother answering him, I just turn my head and start nuzzling and kissing his neck.
"So you're not tired?" he stammers out.
"Nope." I tell him, popping my mouth on the 'p' and going back to his neck.
When I take his earlobe into my mouth and nibble on it, he groans.
"Bella" he says low in his throat while grasping my thighs in his hands.
I turn and straddle his lap before taking his mouth with mine. His lips taste so good as I trace the seam with my tongue. He gladly opens up to me and pokes his tongue out to tangle with mine. Slipping my hands up his shirt to feel his silky chest, I slip his shirt off of him, reluctantly releasing his lips for a moment. He has his hands under my shirt at my waist as I grind myself down on him. I can feel him through his jeans and my yoga pants. I want him so bad. Reaching down, I pull my shirt off and press my bra-covered chest to his naked one. He growls and takes my bra clasp in his hands. He must be inpatient because he doesn't bother to unclip it, he just pulls and it comes apart. He flings my bra across the room, not bothering to lift his mouth from mine to see where it landed.
"Edward" I whimper as I move over his lap harder. I need more.
He picks me up and lays me down on the rug before running his tongue down my chest and sucking one nipple into his mouth. I groan and bury my fingers in his hair. He continues licking down my chest and stomach until he comes to the top of my yoga pants, which he peels down with my panties until I'm lying naked in front of him, the light from the fire dancing across my skin.
"You are mesmerizing, love." He whispers huskily. I reach out for him and he comes back to lay on top of me.
"Edward" I manage to pant out. "You're wearing too many clothes."
Quickly he reaches down and literally rips his jeans and boxers off so that we are both completely naked. His velvet skin brushing up against mine is the best feeling in the world, I don't think I'll ever get used to it.
He tilts his body and pushes inside of me slowly. We both groan as he stretches me. He slides easily through my wetness until he is completely buried. He leans up on his elbows and looks directly in my eyes.
"I love you." He whispers and I lean up to kiss him softly.
"I love you too."
Keeping his eyes on mine, he starts moving and it's amazing. I can feel the knot in my belly getting bigger and bigger, until it feels like I'm going to explode. Suddenly he shifts a little and thrusts into me again hitting my special spot, and I cry out. His eyes never leave mine as he continues to thrust into me. It only takes a few more thrusts before I come around him. My orgasm triggers his and we come together, never breaking eye contact. It's so incredibly intimate that I want to cry.
I can feel sweat dripping off of me and I'm startled when a cold tongue licks a drop that is between my breasts.
"You taste so good, love." He tells me.
"Hmm" I hum in reply. I can't move or even talk right now.
Carefully he slips out of me and comes to lay beside me. He pulls me onto his chest and starts combing through my hair that somehow came undone during our love making. The warm fire and lulling motion of his hands quickly put me to sleep.