*BPOV*
Dust motes tumbled weightlessly in the golden rays of light that filtered through the window, like tiny tumbleweeds suspended in thin air.
I was startled by the gentle touch of a hand, its temperature more of a shock than the touch itself. It felt natural against my skin, not the cold that had become comforting in its familiarity.
My reaction was most startling of all. I bolted upright, rigid as a board, hissing and snarling, scrabbling backward until I heard and felt the headboard creak in protest between the wall and the unyielding force of my back.
Surrounded on all sides by the tense, unbreathing bodies of my family, I was instinctively filled with the urge to flee or defend, but the urge was overridden when I met Edward's anxious gaze.
Edward's golden eyes were as warm and endless as a field of wheat under a cloudless blue sky. His hand was extended toward me, glittering like diamonds in the bright, white, sunlight room.
While my eyes never left Edward's, I was able to take inventory of the other peripheral faces in the room. Standing opposite Edward, Carlisle stood slightly in front of Esme, his hands raised peaceably in front of him.
Esme's eyes were adoring as they darted between me and Edward. Alice stood at the foot of the bed, grinning widely, nearly vibrating with excitement.
"Bella, it's all over now. Everything's alright." Carlisle's voice was soothing. "You did remarkably well. Can you tell me how you feel?"
Scared. Confused. Overwhelmed. Relieved. Thirsty. But shining through the chaotic swirl of uncertainty was the undeniable pull I felt toward Edward. I took his proffered hand like it was a lifeline. A fraction of a second later, I was in his arms.
Titters of laughter bubbled up around me, and my confusion roiled into something resembling frustration or even anger. Why were they laughing at me? What misstep had I already taken?
And then it made sense. I was too strong. Instead of Edward pulling me up into his arms like I would have expected, I had pulled him into mine; our bodies were tangled up in each other on the bed.
My lower lip tightened against my teeth in an embarrassed grimace. Edward's face was jubilant as he brushed his thumb over my lip until it relaxed.
"And you didn't believe you'd be stronger than me," his tone was teasing. I froze in his arms, feeling out of control in my own body, like a vehicle I didn't know how to drive. His arms, however, only wound tighter around me.
"Don't worry love, you won't break me. But it's your turn to remember to be gentle for a while," he chuckled.
I was going to say something in reply but was distracted by the reflection in the vanity mirror across the room. There was Edward, more beautiful than I ever realized, especially with the joyful smile painted across his angel face. And in his arms was an unquestionably beautiful woman.
Her porcelain face was the same exact shade of alabaster as Edward's hand that was cupped worshipfully around it. Her eyes were a startling crimson, and she bristled in his arms when her eyes met mine.
It took me a full second to comprehend that the stranger in the mirror with crimson eyes and glossy mahogany hair, flawless skin, and her full lower lip pulled between her teeth was me.
With lightning-fast movements, she...I...brought my hand experimentally to my face. My new skin felt silky smooth and nonporous, alien under my fingers.
"You look fabulous, girl! Even more dazzling in person than you were in my head. Even in pajamas," she darted to my side and gave me a quick, fierce hug, only a little awkward around Edward's unrelinquishing arms.
"What I wouldn't give to be inside your head right now," Edward's velvet voice murmured. Distracted yet again, I turned to look back at him.
"Oh, thank God!" I said in a rapid exhale, slumping a bit in relief that my thoughts were still my own.
Edward looked at me with a smiling but puzzled look on his face. I was still reeling by the strange musical quality of my voice.
And then I was frustrated because I couldn't seem to complete a single thought, much less a sentence, without being distracted by some other new radical change.
I had a new inconceivably strong body that I couldn't control and blood-red eyes that saw everything including colors I didn't have names for. My voice was different. The perfect symmetry of my face was nearly unrecognizable, and the scorching ache in my throat was starting to make me feel panicky like I'd held my breath for too long.
Though, now I didn't need oxygen. Or food. Or water. All of my human frailties had been sublimated into two critical physical needs: blood & Edward. And even that surprised me, because wasn't I supposed to lose that, too, at least for a while?
"It's all so much," I whispered in a small, shaky voice, though my face in the mirror was smooth and impassive.
"Yes, it can be quite overwhelming at first. You'll feel more settled after you've hunted." That was Carlisle. His calm eyes and halo of golden hair made him look even more ethereal than I'd remembered. I nodded slowly. Or what I thought was slow, though my reflection didn't agree.
My eyes suddenly widened, appalled at myself for neglecting the most important thing of all.
"What is it?" Edward's eyes were anxious again.
Using exaggeratedly slow movements, I raised my hand to touch his face. It took an entire quarter of a second. He raised his own hand to hold mine there.
"I love you," I said earnestly, my strange wind-chimey voice ringing with sincerity. The silky smooth stone of his cheek curved into a radiant smile under my fingers.
"You must," he chuckled to a chorus of soft laughter. His smiling eyes, crinkled with mirth, softened into an expression of such love and devotion that it would have stopped my heart if it was still beating. "As I love you, Mrs. Cullen."
And then his lips were just an inch from mine. I held stock-still as his face drew nearer to mine like it was our very first kiss.
I moaned softly into his kiss as his lips met mine, the delicious taste of him on my tongue as he deepened the kiss, opening his mouth to me for the very first time.
Some other part of my brain registered Esme's quiet sob of unmitigated joy and the shutter sounds of Alice's camera.
And just like our very first kiss, I got carried away and Edward had to be the one to pull away first before I ripped his clothes off in front of our forgotten company.
Chuckling, Edward took my hand. "Let's hunt, love. You must be hurting." And now that he mentioned it, the burn in my throat seemed to increase by several degrees
But I was suddenly filled with apprehension about the idea of hunting with Edward. I didn't know how! What if I was bad at it? I sucked at being human. What if I sucked at being a vampire, too? I was suddenly scared to find out.
Sensing my hesitation, he took my hand and smiled encouragingly, "Don't panic, love. It's easy. I'll teach you...Besides, Emmett and Jasper are waiting for us not far from here. Once you've hunted, they wanted to show you how we vampires let loose," he grinned.
I balked. "Should I be afraid?"
Edward laughed, "Terrified."
It was getting easier to be teasing like this with him. To feel like myself. Even if I couldn't yet find myself in my voice or my face or my body, my mind still felt like my own even if there was a lot more room in my head to think about stuff.
Edward led me outside wearing a backpack that Alice had tossed to him with a wink and a smirk. I would have to ask him about that later, but for now, my parched, burning throat was the only thing I could focus on.
Barefoot and wearing off-white silk short pajamas, I stepped out onto the snow. Bracing for the cold I reflexively expected to feel, the fresh powder could've been sand between my toes. Weird.
I looked up from my toes to see Edward watching me with amusement. But there was something else burning in his eyes.
*EPOV*
If I thought I enjoyed watching Bella discover new human pleasures, watching her discover the world as a vampire for the first time was doubly as satisfying.
She was simply adorable wiggling her toes in the snow as big fat snowflakes fell down around her, settling into the soft, contrasting strands of her rich, glossy, dark hair.
Though I wouldn't use the word "adorable" to describe her newly fortified body and feminine curves draped in nothing by thin silk. She met my gaze then. I recognized her quizzical expression as the one I wore when I wanted to know what she was thinking.
"You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," I blurted ineloquently because she was stunningly beautiful and I was, well, stunned.
She looked like she'd be blushing if she could. It came as a relief to know that I could still recognize that about her, even if the telltale blush never came. But then she winced and I remembered the task at hand.
"Follow me. If you can keep up," I challenged with a crooked smile. I took off running due north and heard her following footsteps in quick pursuit.
*BPOV*
Being as gravitationally challenged as I was as a human, I had never been a good runner. I took pains to avoid doing it. But this running was different. It wasn't taxing. And with my more developed sense of equilibrium, my feet seemed to know what to do even if I didn't.
Even though I was rocketing through the trees as fast as a bullet train, I could see every last dewdrop and fern spore, down to the tiniest flying insects with crystal clarity.
I knew I wasn't far behind Edward because I could hear him close ahead of me. But even if I couldn't hear him or follow his odd tracks in the snow, his intoxicating scent was easy enough to follow through the other resiny scents of the forest.
(He moved so fast that his feet didn't leave behind individual prints, just a shallow trench as if Sonic the Hedgehog had come blazing through.)
I lurched to a stop; the trail had disappeared as I was standing at the edge of the island.
"Bella, jump!" I heard him say from the other side of the burbling channel in a voice that was low enough that my human ears wouldn't have been able to hear.
My eyes widened, it was easily a seventy-five-yard jump. I bounced a little where I stood, testing the new strength in my legs. Feeling the power flowing through my limbs, it now seemed almost too easy.
I backed up a few steps and took a running start. Planting my foot into the snowy bank like a pole vaulter's pole, I catapulted myself over the briskly moving sapphirine water.
Hurdling through the air didn't feel uncontrolled like falling. Time seemed to pass so slowly as I careened back down to the earth that it was a simple thing to plan my landing so that I landed easily on the balls of my feet.
My jump wasn't quite as precise as his, though. I'd overshot the distance and landed in a clearing of trees, up a short embankment some fifty yards north of where I last saw him.
Edward was at my side in a moment looking a bit frantic. "Nicely done," he praised, face smoothing back over. "Alright, close your eyes," he instructed, cupping his hands around the tops of my arms. I did. "Now, what do you hear?"
I felt my brow furrow in concentration. I heard the low chittering of insects and the soft patter of snowflakes as they fell to the ground. The heartbeat of some small rodent, maybe a rabbit, that burrowed underground hiding from the bald eagle circling overhead.
And then as the wind shifted, I heard the muted crunch of a larger animal pacing in the snow.
My eyes widened at the wet, appealing sound of its heartbeat. The fetid scent that went with it wasn't as appealing as the sound, but I was too ravenously thirsty to care.
I followed my nose like a bloodhound through the trees, bounding effortlessly over fallen limbs and boulders completely single-minded on the appetizing sound of that beating heart until I became aware of someone chasing me.
Completely driven by the instinct to protect myself and my hunt, I wheeled around and sprang at my pursuiter with a feral snarl.
With a thunderous crack, we collided and crashed to the ground. Edward was on his back beneath me with his hands out defensively in front of him, his eyes were wide and cautioning.
"Easy, Bella..." he said in the same placating tone one would use to calm a wild animal.
Horrified at what I had done, I jumped to my feet and extended a hand to help him up. He took it and bounded gracefully to his feet.
I looked at him with horror-struck eyes. "I am so sorry, Edward! I don't know what's wrong with me-" but he wouldn't hear of it.
His smile was patient and kind. "You have nothing to apologize for, love. It was my fault. I shouldn't have been following you so closely. I couldn't help it," he shrugged a little sheepishly. "I wanted to watch."
I pursed my lips, torn between being endeared and annoyed because the dry burn in my throat was getting drier and hotter by the second.
Smiling despite myself, I shook my head free of distractions and closed my eyes again in concentration.
We had scared off the animal but I could hear its footsteps plodding away to the east. I gave chase before it could get farther away.
Finally getting eyes on it, I was confronted with large yellow eyes. Oh, for the love of...it just had to be a stinking wolf, didn't it?!
I screwed my eyes shut, conflicted. Sensing Edward approaching behind me, I fought the instinct to react defensively again.
He could see me warring between my thirst and my conscience. His eyes were sympathetic.
"I picked up a moose trail not too far from here, but I don't think you'll find it a better option. Do you remember what Emmett smelled like in Montreal?"
I did remember the smell, though I was alarmed to realize that the recent human memory was murky. I would have to make a concerted effort to read my journal and remember as much as I could so I wouldn't lose a single moment. But I couldn't worry about that now.
Standing in between two towering Sitka spruces not more than twenty yards in front of me, the large gray wolf stared at me, frozen. His ears and tail were tucked, his teeth were bared, and his body was tensely coiled, ready to spring.
I cursed under my breath, this was ridiculous. It's not like Jacob would have any such compunction about ripping apart a member of my family, especially since Edward's breaking the treaty gave him justification in doing so.
I took off into a headlong sprint and the wolf fled, but he didn't stand a chance. When I came close enough to strike a short second later, he turned and lunged for my throat.
Impressive canine teeth, nearly three inches long, fought ineffectually for purchase against the impenetrable column of my neck. I could smell the putrid stink of carrion on his breath.
Clamping my hands around either side of his muzzle, it whimpered under my steel grip and released its hold, but I didn't release mine. My teeth sank effortlessly through the fur and sinew of his throat where I felt his pulse hammering under my lips.
I drank eagerly, desperate for relief from the scorching ache. The blood was wrong somehow, but it helped to alleviate the burn in my throat if not extinguish it completely.
I could feel the fight leaving his body as I drained him of his blood until there was none left of either.
I tossed the carcass aside, not yet satisfied, and turned to see Edward leaning against a nearby tree, watching me, his arms crossed against his chest and a smirk on his face.
*EPOV*
In hindsight, I should have guessed what an anxiety-inducing experience Bella's first hunt would be, I chuckled to myself.
Watching the blasted beast with its jaws clamped around Bella's throat had me just about crawling out of my skin wanting to protect her, but I held myself in place, letting her figure out how to dispatch the animal on her own.
I'd childishly hoped her strength would get the better of her again and she'd snap the animal's jaws right off his body, but lucky for the wolf, his end was relatively fast and painless.
Though, I bit back an amused snicker when she tossed its body off her with a little snort of disgust.
Bella stood up and attempted to dust herself off, but gave up realizing her pajamas were a lost cause. I groaned with desire at the savage look of her.
Her hair was wild, there was blood smeared across her chin and a few more red spatters stained the wet, muddied, pajamas that clung to her body like a second skin.
I could clearly see the stiffened outline of her nipples through the thin top. I'd never wanted to ravish her more than I did right then.
It was a good thing that Alice had packed us some extra clothes in the backpack she'd sent us off with. There was no way I could take her to my brothers in the state she was in. Or the state I was in for that matter, I thought, as I readjusted my uncomfortably tight pants.
"I don't know how I could still be thirsty after all that, but is that moose still nearby?" She asked sheepishly.
"You tell me," I smiled. She closed her eyes and heard the lapping of tongues of a herd of Sitka deer at the same time I did. Then she was off like a rocket again
This time, we hunted together. It was a herd of bucks. Bella felled the largest one in the time it took me to drain two smaller young males.
I could feel the weight of her eyes watching me as I drank and wished for the millionth time that day that I could know what she was thinking.
I disposed of the remains while Bella sat on the ground looking thoroughly sated. My back turned to her, I smiled to myself. It was the same look she had on her face after she ate all that pie what seemed like years ago but was really only days.
I knew watching Bella adjust to this life would be fascinating to me, because she's always fascinating to me.
But it never occurred to me how downright amusing it would be. After all, she's the first vampire I had known so well before she was turned. I had no such comparisons to make when any of my other family members joined Carlisle and me.
Bodies buried, I pinched the fabric of my khakis between my fingers, pulling up my pant legs before gracefully sinking down to sit in the snow beside her.
She looked like she was organizing her thoughts, so I let her be the first to break the comfortable silence.
"So that was hunting," she said finally, the corners of her mouth twitching up into a smile.
"That was hunting," I said with a nod. "I hope that wasn't too terrible for you?" I asked, feeling my lips pinch together and my brows furrow in an anxious expression.
Her head snapped to the side to look at me, incredulity was written plainly across her face.
"Terrible? Edward, no... I liked it. I really liked it. The hunt, the chase...it was exhilarating!" she exclaimed, eyes wide with excitement. "If anything... I feel a little guilty that I liked it so much!"
I grinned broadly at her. I felt very much the same way. It was a huge relief that such a huge aspect of our life would be something we could enjoy together, unlike Emmett and Rosalie.
Emmett loved hunting, obviously, but even after 70-some-odd years, Rosalie still found it distasteful.
"Edward, does hunting…" she seemed to falter for words and then reticently pinched her lips shut.
"Does hunting what?" I probed, intensely curious about what question she would still be so hesitant to ask after all we'd already been through. Especially pertaining to hunting, of all things.
"Does hunting make you...horny?" she finally asked.
I tossed my head back and laughed loudly, but stopped at once when I could hear her growling and clenching her fists.
"Why are you laughing at me?" she demanded furiously.
My eyes widened a touch at her sudden mood change and I made sure my face was smooth and my tone was even before calmly replying,
"I'm sorry, Bella. I wasn't laughing at you. It was just your question...The answer to that is yes, it does. It's just a feeling I'd all but smothered over the years, out of necessity. But I guess I don't need to anymore…"
And I supposed my family didn't need to go on any more gendered hunting trips out of consideration for me.
"No, you don't," Bella agreed, her crimson eyes blazing with desire. And then she tackled me for the second time that afternoon, and I was only too happy to let her.
Bella straddled my hips, kissing me with all the fervor I had denied her all this time. As I kissed her right back, equally enthusiastic, relishing the feeling of her tongue hungrily pushing past my teeth, my hands glided down the back of her body, resting lightly on the perfectly sculpted curve of her backside.
It went against the grain, loving Bella without restrictions or caution. It had become ingrained in my muscle memory to use whisper-soft touches with her fragile human body.
Bella did not appreciate these same delicate touches now. She removed her hands from my hair and face and reached back to place her smaller hands over mine.
"Harder," she growled, carefully squeezing her hands over mine while grinding her hips into my impossibly hard erection pinned between our bodies.
Breaking away from her lips, I pressed my mouth against the slightly raised crescent-shaped scar left by my own teeth. "Yes ma'am," I growled, smiling into the satiny expanse of her skin.
I rolled us over so that I was on top. I ground myself into her, letting her feel my weight.
"My Bella," I breathed, "All the times I have dreamt about having you like this" I mused, kissing her deeply, letting her feel my tongue sliding against hers, my teeth nibbling at her lip.
I thrilled at the feeling of Bella's fingers clinging needily to the fabric of my shirt at my back, undoubtedly tearing it to shreds.
I ghosted my fingers over her skin. "This is how I would touch you before, you know," I murmured into the hollow behind her ear, letting her feel the feather lightness of my touch.
She shivered as my fingers stroked across her collarbone, her shoulder, and lower, palming the thin silk over her breast.
I tightened my grip, just barely, as if she were made of glass instead of a soap bubble. "And this is how I'd touch you if I was being rough," I chuckled darkly, pulling back a little so I could see her face.
She jutted her chest out, pressing her breast more firmly into my palm, "Jeez, that must not have been very enjoyable for you," she muttered regretfully.
"It was the greatest pleasure I've ever known, up until this moment," I growled chidingly at her blasphemy.
"Well, no one's asking you to hold back now, Edward. Fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you dare," she arched an eyebrow and thrust her hips into mine, challenging me.
I smirked. "You really shouldn't have said that," I warned in a menacing tone.
"Do I look scared?" she purred, then slashed my shirt clean off. I raised my eyebrows at her kittenish attempts to provoke me.
So I did what any mature, 105-year-old man would do. I ripped her pajama top off. And when I saw her exquisite body sparkling like diamonds in the snow, I moaned in utter rapture and stroked my hand down between the valley of her breasts, caressing the pale, silky skin of her torso.
Soon enough, every scrap of clothing we wore ended up in tatters as we feverishly scrambled to rid each other of impediments.
Without tearing my lips from her body, I stood up with her in my arms, her long, strong legs gripping me too tightly around the waist, but I didn't care enough to stop her.
I held her in a semi-reclined position so that I had access to her sweetly fragrant throat and chest.
She still smelled divine, floral as she always did, though her sweet scent was somewhat masked by the earthy, less appealing odors of her prey.
My throat even still burned just a little from the blood that lingered in her tissues. But it lessened each day. Dare I say, I'd miss it when it burned out entirely.
Her head thrown back, Bella's breaths came ragged and wild as I lavished her body with soft, suckling, open-mouthed kisses.
When I flicked my tongue over the stiff peak of her nipple, she gasped my name and met my gaze. Her crimson eyes blazed with unrestrained lust
"Please, Edward," she mewled, "I want you now," Bella sighed impatiently, bucking a little in my arms so that her slick core slid frictionlessly against the iron length of my erection that stood at attention against my abdomen. I groaned at the sudden intimate contact.
I would have happily taken my time reacquainting myself with her statuesque new body, but in this one instance, I was just as eager, impatient even, as she was.
I hugged her close to me, pressing my lips right to her ear. I murmured, "I'm going to take you home later, lay you down in our bed, and spend hours, maybe even days, tenderly relearning your entire body."
I drew one hand languidly down the length of her spine, over the voluptuous curve of her ass and lower dipping my fingers between her legs into her wet heat (still hot, just not molten), making her gasp.
"But right now," I smiled against her cheek feeling just how very ready for me she was, "I'm going to fuck you up against that tree because if I don't, I'm going to go mad," I said, my voice gravelly with desire.
If Bella wanted tree-smashing vampire sex, then that was exactly what she was going to get.
Bella honest-to-god squealed with excitement, making me chuckle, but the sound was cut off by a long, low, throaty groan that rumbled out of my chest when I felt her tight entrance yielding to my girth.
Muttering a low oath, I slammed Bella's back into the broad trunk of a Western red cedar not hard enough to hurt her, but hard enough to make the tree quake and shudder.
I lowered her down onto me slowly, inch by inch, grunting with the sublime pleasure of her inner walls gripping me like a vise.
"Edward," Bella keened as I sunk all the way inside. I winced as she tightened her arms and legs around me with crushing force.
She gasped with alarm and immediately relaxed her hold on me, uttering whispered apologies, but I held tightly onto her.
"Set me down for a minute," she urged, wriggling in my arms, making me suck in a breath at the heavenly feeling of her walls gripping me with delicious friction.
Reluctantly, I lifted her off of me and set her on her feet. Bella turned around and placed her fingers along the fibrous ridges of the umber-colored bark and stuck her ass out toward me. Looking over her shoulder, she wiggled her bottom in invitation.
Smirking at her with a crooked smile, I warned, "You better hang on tight." I smiled wider, seeing and hearing the tree trunk start to crack and bow under the pressure of her fingers.
*BPOV*
He teased me a little first, dragging his erection through my folds, gathering moisture, and lightly tapping his engorged head on my most sensitive flesh making me growl with frustrated longing.
Then without warning Edward sheathed himself fully into me with one thrust making us both grunt and tremble at the intense pleasure of our bodies joining together.
Reaching a hand around my hip, Edward dipped his fingers between my legs and circled the pads of his fingers around my throbbing pleasure center while he thrust into me with increasingly powerful strokes.
The only sounds louder than his hips slapping into my rear were my ecstatic wails that quaked from the force and the overwhelming pleasure of his thick, hard length raking relentlessly over my G-spot.
Each time he drove into me, the shallow impressions left by my hands were gouged deeper and deeper into the soft pulp of the timber. It was like trying not to dent styrofoam.
"Oh yesss, Edward," I cried, feeling the familiar tightening in my stomach. "Fuck, I'm going to-"
"Mmmhhhhhmmm," Edward hummed in approval, his fingers quickened over my swollen bundle of nerves. "That's it love, come for me. I want to feel you go to pieces around me," he urged.
By the time I was sobbing in the throes of my orgasm, I was buried up to my wrists inside the tree.
By the time Edward speared himself into me for the last time, nipping at my shoulder while finishing inside me with a visceral growl, the tree had absorbed most of my forearms.
Edward's arms were wound tightly around my middle. He peppered my neck and shoulders with kisses, murmuring words of devotion.
My hands had actually tunneled through the tree and I could grasp my hands together in the dank interior of the trunk. Keeping my hands clasped, I wrenched my hands free from the tree, gouging out a large section of trunk in the process.
It was like I'd pulled the wrong Jenga block from the tower and the whole thing toppled and fell to the forest floor evicting dozens of songbirds and stirring up a powdery white torrent of displaced snow in its wake.
I grimaced. I know I said I wanted tree-smashing vampire sex, but now I felt a little guilty seeing the actual damage.
Retrieving the discarded backpack that was evidently filled with spare clothes (I tried not to think about how Alice knew we'd need it), Edward laughed at my guilty expression.
"You knocked over a tree, not a liquor store, love. You don't need to feel so guilty," he teased.
"If you say so," I sighed, not entirely agreeing. "So..what now?" I asked, smoothing a blue-gray cashmere sweater over my hips.
"Now," Edward kissed me lightly on the lips and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear, "Emmett is eagerly awaiting that ass-kicking you promised him," he grinned. "Feel like winning a bet for me?"
"With pleasure," I grinned right back and took off after him into the snow-covered forest.
*A/N* Back with a bang! Hahaha. I'm sooo excited to dig in to Bella's newborn adventures!
I can tell you that I don't plan on making it particularly easy for her. I kinda hated that SM let Bella have everything- Crazy self-control, motherhood, Jake. Charlie (and who knows how things resolved with Renee) all on a silver platter without her hardly having to sacrifice anything except her human friends for her radical choices. I feel like that was a missed opportunity to give Bella some character. What do you think?
Can't wait to hear what you all think of my take on Bella's first hunting trip. Next time-Emmett shenanigans with our favorite Himbo. And thank you all for your very enthusiastic response at the conclusion of SMBP. Your support keeps me going! Til next time!
