Ch. 58 Logistics

"Are you ready to leave, Love?" Edward asked as he waited by the car. We had just come back to the manor from the reception and were about to leave for our destination honeymoon. Edward wouldn't tell me where we were going, but I made him promise it wasn't Isle Esme. This was going to be our own adventure.

"I was ready to leave three hours ago." I answered eagerly, and Edward smiled.

"In a hurry are we, Mrs. Cullen?" He asked with his charmingly sweet grin. Mrs. Cullen...ooh I like that—scratch that. I love it!

"Oh, don't act like you haven't been ready to jump me since I came out of the woods." I retorted as I made my way down the front steps. We had already said our goodbyes.

"I wouldn't say that I wanted to 'jump you,' but I understand your sentiment. I must correct you, though, I have been ready to ravish you for the last forty years." He spoke directly into my ear, and I shivered as his cool breath prickled my skin. Oh God. Get me out of here NOW!

Edward chuckled, and swooped me into his arms long enough to kiss me silly, and placed me in the passenger seat as I came down from the high of his lips on mine.

"The trip isn't long, is it?" I asked in a daze.

He reached across me slowly to buckle my seatbelt and hesitated by my mouth. "Any amount of time without you in my arms is too long at this point, but patience is a virtue, or so they say..."

"Screw 'em."

"The only 'screwing' that will happen will be with you, my dear wife."

My mouth hung open as I gawked at my husband. I had never heard Edward Cullen say something so vulgar, so crude...so fucking sexy. "Get in the damn car, Edward. If you don't get me to wherever the hell we're going in the next twenty-four hours, I can't guarantee what will happen."

Edward pulled away from me with a smirk, rushing to the driver's seat, and we were off.

Exactly twenty four hours later we finally reached our destination, Bali, Indonesia. I couldn't fully appreciate how wonderful of a choice Edward had made, though, because the was dark, and I was sweaty, tired, and past ready to shower.

The plane rides were horrible because in-flight smoking hadn't been banned yet which meant the cabin was full of unfiltered, way too heavy and never-ending amounts of cigarette and cigar smoke. Edward felt awful for not thinking about it ahead of time, but I tried to stay positive as I coughed—and vomited in the bathroom a few times. I'm not choking...it's totally fine. I'm fine. I'm good. Yay honeymooning! Holy shit how do these people not suffocate? No. No...it's fine!

At least I'd be changed before I developed lung cancer...ugh.

Edward's voice pulled me from my musings. "I'll book a cruise on the way back, or I'll swim you there myself. Don't worry, love." He kissed my temple, and pointed forward. "Look."

Before us was a Bungalow so tropical and picturesque that it belonged on a postcard. From the front, it appeared to be made of bamboo and white stone. Banana trees and palms were bountiful, surrounding the small, secluded house. There were also trees with tiny white and yellow flowers which I had seen in some of the locals' hair a few hours earlier.

"Frangipani Plumeria. The flowers are used in prayer on the island. They're thought to be a good blessing when bestowed upon you." He reached up into the tree closest to us to pluck a flower out of it, and tucked it behind my ear. "Beautiful." He murmured.

"Thank you." I looked down shyly.

Edward scooped me into his arms, this time ceremoniously as he walked up the two wide, white, tiled steps to the door which he swung open with his free hand easily, and carried me over the threshold. He didn't stop walking across the one-roomed home until he reached the bed in the far back corner. I looked at the large, ornately carved, wooden bed which was painted to make a appealing mix of raw wood and gold leaf. The bedspread was woven with all jewel tones—rich reds, deep purples, lush blue and greens, gold...it was perfect. My stomach clenched.

I had been waiting for this night for a long time, but now that it was here, I was suddenly nervous. I tried to force the feeling down. God, Iris, could you be anymore Bella? This will be amazing. He will be amazing and gentle and...right. He is right for you. "Sorry, I don't know why I'm so nervous..." I laughed awkwardly, and looked to the floor as he set me down. I wasn't quite ready to touch the...bed.

"I'm nervous too. Not only will this be my...first time, but it will be my first time as a vampire. Iris, it's absolutely vital that you tell me if I do anything wrong at all. Do not spare my feelings. I will not lose you. You must—"

I had to laugh at this absurdity. I was instantly relieved of all the nerves when he began his speech. I know it seems backward...I should be afraid. His fears were warranted, but I already knew the ending to this. This was no untested experiment. I already knew what I needed to do. "Edward. This will be amazingly simple. I have a plan. You don't have to do anything at all. Just sit back...and relax..." I smiled enticingly as I pushed him as forcefully as I could backward toward the bed. He moved in reverse with my pushing as his eyes darkened. "Let me be the predator for once, and you be the prey..." I trailed off suggestively, and his face almost appeared to be fearful. Oh my sweet, innocent, beautifully pure husband. Let me show you what you've been so afraid of...

He almost looked surprised when his calves hit the bed, and he fell back on to the bed in an uncharacteristically clumsy movement. Ok, so you do want me to chase after you... "Iris, wait." He put his hand out in a 'stop' gesture.

I pulled back. "What is it?" I cocked my head in confusion. "Are you not sure about this? Not just the...pleasurable part, but the rest too? This...act...may create our child, so there's no going back from this, Edward. It's pretty much a death sentence for me if you're not ready to change me, so I need you to be sure. I'm ready to begin eternity with you, but the real question is...are you?"

"Isn't this supposed to be my argument?"

"Just answer the question."

"I'm ready." He smiled easily. Thank God. "It's just—" Oh, I knew that was too easy. "No, please, I know this isn't romantic, but I need for you to go over the logistics once more. What happens if you become pregnant? What do we do first?"

"Celebrate...?"

"Iris, I'm serious. I won't risk your life anymore than necessary. I know we've decided to go through with this, and I'm not backing out. I just need some reassurance that you have fully thought this through."

"Ugh. Fine..." I sat on the bed next to him. "Bella realized that she was pregnant two weeks after your wedding. She was really tired, and she had weirdly realistic dreams. Then her food starting tasting off and she had morning sickness. She couldn't hold anything—human food that is—down until they realized that she needed blood to keep the baby strong. So, my plan is to go week by week, and see what happens. The moment we know I'm pregnant, I will start drinking blood along with my meals. Carlisle has already set some aside. Does that suit you?" I asked in exasperation.

"Yes. Thank you. Proceed." He bit back a smile at my glare.

"No, I just feel gross now. I need a shower."

"Shall I accompany you, Mrs. Cullen?" He quirked a brow at me and his mouth formed my favorite crooked smile. Edward. Naked in the shower. Shit.

"Yes, Mr. Cullen. Please do..."

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