Sorry! I know I'm posting late but yesterday got a bit away from me!

Chapter Twenty-Seven

When I woke up, I was slung over Edward and my limbs hanging in the air. I was confused at first, but when I opened my eyes and looked around, I remembered we had moved our little party outside on the hammock.

"Good morning," Edward mumbled.

I looked up at him. "Good morning."

"We're going to have to get off this thing," Edward said. "My fucking… everything is killing me."

"Mm I feel great," I said as I sat up and stretched. Edward tickled my sides.

"I'm so glad you feel great, you horny devil."

"What are you talking about?" I said swatting his hands away.

"You don't remember last night?" He asked, grinning widely. "You went crazy on me. Rode me for hours. Then woke me up and rode me again."

I rolled my eyes. "It's the pregnancy hormones."

"I don't know. I think you are a litt—whoa! Hey! Stop!" I bit his nipple a little too hard.

I chuckled. "Now, if you're done, let's try to get out of this thing."

It was a challenge, I mean, for Edward. I just hopped right out of the hammock as I held onto his arm. Poor Edward was a little too heavy for me to help hold up, so he ended up on the ground and I tried my hardest to bite the inside of my cheek to hold back my laughter.

"You are so hilarious," Edward said. His face bright red.

"I'm sorry," I snorted. "I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"

"Don't pretend like you care, when you're standing there laughing." He said as he slowly stood.

I wrapped my arms around him. "I'm sorry I laughed. Usually, I'm the one who's clumsy."

"Yeah, and I've never laughed at you. I'm going to remember this."

I wrapped my arms around him. "I'm sorry."

He smiled and kissed the top of my head. "Breakfast is on its way. We should put some clothes on."

I nodded in agreement and retrieved my robe from the coffee table. Edward quickly came up behind me and helped me into it.

"Such a gentleman." I teased.

"I try," He chuckled.

The elevator opened and Antonio walked in, pushing a cart with food on it. That was perfect because I was starved.

"Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Cullen. I have your breakfast order here. And the car will be here to take you to Barra Mansa in an hour."

"Thank you, Antonio."

After he left, we sat at the table and ate. It was healthy, of course, but I didn't mind. I don't think Edward felt the same, but he did his best to hide his distain.

"Edward, if you want something a little better, please order it," I told him. "You don't have to eat healthy like me."

He looked up and smiled at me. "It's okay, Bella. I don't mind. Plus, I need to eat healthy. I mean, I'm going to be twenty-nine this year. I need to take care of myself. I don't want to have a heart attack like my dad."

"Well, I appreciate that. I don't know what I'd do without you," I said.

"You never have to find out," He grinned as he took a spoonful of oatmeal.

After breakfast we moved to the shower. The shower of course was longer than intended, mostly because of Edward. Once we finished, I pulled my hair into a high ponytail since I didn't have time to dry it and put on one of the sundresses that I had.

"You look beautiful," Edward said when I walked out of the bedroom.

I smiled. "You're too sweet." I ran my hands down the front of my stomach, trying to smooth it down. I just noticed the little bump that was now forming, and I'm not going to lie, it was bothering me a little.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I don't know," I said looking down at myself. "Do I look fat?"

He gave me a look that clearly asked if I were kidding.

"No, you don't look fat. Why do you think you look fat?" He asked.

"I don't know, I have a little bump. I'm not used to being bumpy. It's weird."

He shook his head laughing. "You're too funny. There isn't a bump."

"Yes, there is," I took a step towards him. "Look! There is very clearly a bump, feel."

I grabbed his hand and forced it onto my bump. He sighed and rubbed the spot.

"Just as flat as ever."

"You're a liar," I crossed my arms.

"Bella, I am not going to tell you there is a bump there, because there isn't and I'm smarter than that. You're still just as beautiful and fit as ever."

After a moment I nodded. "Alright fine. I won't push you."

He sighed very quietly in relief. My eyes narrowed but I decided not to push him and potentially ruin our honeymoon.

"Hey, so do you care if we make a quick stop?" Edward asked as we settled into the tanklike SUV.

"You want to go to Starbucks?" I chuckled.

"No, I uh, actually want to get a tattoo," He said then pointed across his chest. "I want to get one right here."

"There's a tattoo shop around here?"

"Not really a shop, but there's a woman who gives traditional tattoos that lives on the mountain. It'll only take an hour, maybe two."

"What do you want to get done?"

"I want your name, tattooed right across my chest."

My brows raised, "Really?"

"Yeah, of course. I was always going to get your name tattooed one me. I'm also going to get a 'B' right here." He pointed to his left ring finger. "And once our kids are born, I'm going to get all of their names on my ribs. I'm going to make a sort of family tree on my ribs. Starting with me and you, then branching out to our kids."

"Awe that's so sweet," I smiled. "That's a lot of tattoos though. Are you sure you want all of those?"

"Of course. I don't want to go another minute without your name tattooed on me."

"We should get a tattoo together," I smiled. "It could be a cupcake. Since my bakery was what brought us together."

"That's a cute idea," He said. "But you can't get a tattoo. Not until after the babies are born."

"Aww." I sighed. "Fine. I'll wait. In the meantime, I can think of a better tattoo. And think of more tattoos I want."

"You want to get your zodiac sign?" He grinned mischievously. "Get another Sagittarius."

I rolled my eyes laughing. "Never again. Maybe I can get a tattoo to cover that ugly scar."

His fingers drifter over my dress where the scar was. "I don't think it's ugly. It gives you character."

"It does not. I hate it so much."

We came to a sudden stop outside of a little bungalow. Well, not so much a bungalow, more like a wall-less house with large leaves for a roof and cheap rolled out wood carpet with no walls. I was actually surprised by how much was in it. There was a boiling pot of water, a little bed, and a few other odd pieces of furniture. A tiny woman was standing outside of leaf roof.

"Hello," Edward greeted. "My name is Edward, this is my wife, Bella."

"Hola, mi nombre es Edward y esta es mi esposa Bella," The interpreter said.

"Es bueno conocerlos a ustedes dos. ¿Le puedo ayudar en algo?" She asked.

"It's nice to meet you two. How can I help you?" The interpreter said to Edward.

"I want my wife's name tattooed onto my chest. I will pay you a thousand dollars. Can you do it today?" Edward said.

"Quiero el nombre de mi esposa tatuado en mi pecho. Te pagaré mil dólares. ¿Puedes hacerlo hoy?"

"Puedo hacerlo hoy." The woman said.

"I can do it today," The interpreter said.

"¿Dónde lo quieres?"

"Right here," he said, pointing to the center of his chest.

The woman stepped up to him and told him to take his shirt off. Once it was off, she ran her hand across his chest until she finally found the right spot, dead center on his chest.

"Puedo hacerlo aquí. Pero no lo haré hasta el otro lado de tu pecho. Llevará demasiado tiempo y sería muy doloroso." She said.

"I can do it here. But I won't do it all the way across your chest. It will take too much time and it would be very painful."

"Lo haré sobre tu corazón. Así ella siempre está con tu corazón." The lady smiled.

"I will do it over your heart. That way she is always with your heart."

Edward nodded. "Thank you. I appreciate it."

Edward and I were led into her little wall-less house. She sat Edward down on a little mat. I got on my knees beside his and held his hand.

"¿Cuánto tiempo han estado casados ustedes dos?" She asked as she prepared her materials.

"How long have you two been married?"

"We've only been married for a few days," Edward said. "But it's been absolutely incredible."

"Eso es tan dulce. Recuerdo cuando me casé con mi alma gemela. Fue el momento más bendecido de mi vida. Aprecia cada momento, incluso los más difíciles."

"That is so sweet. I remember when I married my soulmate. It was the most blessed time in my life. Cherish every moment, even the hard ones." The interpreter said.

Edward and I smiled at her. She extended a black pen to me. When I opened my hand, she shoved the pen into it. I looked up at her in confusion.

"Escribe tu nombre, por favor." She said, then moved my hand over his heart. "Aquí mismo."

"Write your name please. Right here."

"Oh okay."

I carefully wrote my name on his chest. Usually, I didn't have pretty handwriting, but this time, I did my best to make it look good. I mean, this was going to be on his chest forever, I didn't want it to be ugly.

The woman held a mirror over Edward so he could see the writing. Edward nodded and placed his hands behind his head, closing his eyes.

"Are you nervous?" I asked.

"Of course not," He said, but then winced slightly as the woman started chiseling into his chest.

I watched as she skillfully etched my name into his chest. She was pretty quick too; she was already working on the second 'L'. Edward hissed softly as she hit a little harder.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yep," He nodded, eyes still closed.

"It looks really good," I said.

"Mm," He hummed before reaching his hand out and placing it over my stomach where the little bump was.

The woman noticed this. "¿Estas esperando?"

I looked at the translator. "She asked if you were expecting."

"Oh, um," I looked to Edward. He thought about it for a moment before nodding.

"Asombro que es tan dulce. Ustedes dos deben estar emocionados."

"Awe that is so sweet. You two must be excited." The interpreter said.

We only talked for a few moments more before she finished. Once she was done, she wiped the tattoo with an old, scratchy looking cloth. This was the only time Edward showed that he was in pain. I grabbed his hand.

"Se curará en unos días. Pero estará dolorido hasta entonces. Manténgalo limpio, jabón y agua limpia."

"It will heal in a few days. But it'll be sore until then. Keep it clean, soap and clean water."

"Thank you," Edward said to the woman.

"It looks really good," I smiled at Edward.

He nodded as he looked down at his chest. "It does. Phew, that was intense."

"Was it the most painful one?" I asked as I helped him to his feet.

"No, the one on my ribs was the worst. But I plan on covering that up with our family tree."

"If it was so painful, then why cover it up?" I asked. "Plus, I like it. I think it's so cute."

It was a tattoo of a lion. It was realistic looking, but the colors were slightly off. I knew he didn't like it so much, but I thought it fit his personality.

"It just looks bad. I'd rather have our family tattooed on my rib."

We got back into SUV and headed down the mountain. We parked a half a mile away from the village because apparently, there weren't any cars allowed in the village. But there was an alpaca pulled wooden cart waiting for us.

"Sr. y Sra. Cullen?" The young boy operating the cart said.

"Sí," Edward said. "Emmanuel?"

"Sí señor, ¿está listo para irse ahora?"

"Sí." Edward said.

We got into the back of the wooden cart and set off towards town. It was a nice little ride. We got to see the mountains from the valley, and we also got to ride by the beautiful lake, which was a lot bigger than I had thought. There were a few people in small wooden canoes out on the lake, which looked a lot of fun.

It only took about twenty minutes to get to the village. We were welcomed by a couple of women in brightly colored skirts. The woman placed a wooden rosary around our necks.

"Bienvenidos a Barra Mansa, que Dios les colme de muchas bendiciones!" She said cheerfully.

"Uh, thanks," I smiled at her even though I didn't completely understand.

Edward leaned over to me. "She said, 'Welcome to Barra Mansa, may God bestow many blessings upon you.'"

"How do you know what she said?" I asked.

"I speak Portuguese, Bella," He smiled.

"Oh," I said. "Why did we have the interpreter?"

"For you," He grabbed my hand and we started into the village. "I didn't feel like interpreting everything right before a tattoo. I always get a little anxious and I tend to clam up."

"You were anxious?"

"Of course," he said. "And now that we're married, I feel comfortable enough to share the things that make me anxious and nervous. Like, I am terrified of flying."

"Are you serious?"

He nodded. "Yep. I am absolutely terrified. Before we left on our plane, mom gave me a bottle of Xanax. Took one of them and a couple shots of whiskey."

"You didn't act any different." I said in surprise.

"Yeah, I think being so nervous and the medicine and whiskey balanced each other out."

I leaned against him. "Well, thank you for telling me. I feel special."

He smiled. "Yep. You and my mother are the only ones who know about my fear of flying." He kissed the top of my head.

So, I messed up big time! I know I did, but I'm too far gone to go back and correct it (plus, interpreting everything was a PAIN) I should've just had the villagers speak English, but I don't know, I'm a glutton for pain. So, in Brazil, they do speak Portuguese, but I accidentally interpreted everything in Spanish. I did it for this chapter and the next, but I corrected it by the third chapter to come. I'm sorry about that! I might honestly go back and get rid of the different language simply because going back and forth between interpretations is a lot. I know you guys just want to read the story. Anyways, shoot me a review, lemme know what you think!