(I didn't go into all the raunchy details of the night before. Sorry if you wanted it! I'm still updating. xoxo-L)

I woke up, stretching my arms over my head and turning onto my side. A pair of beautiful golden eyes looked at me, a smile playing on his lips.

"Good morning beautiful," he said, pulling me close to him. I snuggled, remembering what had happened the night before.

It had been perfect; everything went as planned. Edward was gentle, handling me like a delicate flower. Ok, so it had kind of hurt. But all my girlfriends had warned me of that. The pain felt like nothing, however, compared to the pleasure. It was the best night of my life, and I had never felt closer to Edward.

He kissed me, not afraid of getting carried away anymore. I kissed him back hungrily, until he pulled away and picked me up off the bed.

"Time to grab your suitcases from Charlie's my love," He said, pecking me one more time.

I did my bathroom routine, smiling the whole time. I skipped down the stairs, and saw him, sprawled out on the couch, reading Wuthering Heights. I laughed, and he tossed the book aside as I ran and jumped onto his lap, kissing him again. I couldn't get enough of him today! I rubbed my hands over the contours of his chest, and he rubbed the small of my back. It was I who pulled away that time, knowing that Charlie would be expecting me any minute.

I ran upstairs and pulled on my jeans and t-shirt I'd brought over while getting ready for the wedding yesterday. I grabbed my pink bag that Alice had given me, the wedding dress , veil, and stilettos and bolted downstairs. Edward was already waiting downstairs with a hanger, and he slipped the dress onto it. I jammed my feet into the strappy heels, though they looked rather silly with the rest of my casual outfit.

He put an arm around my waist, his other hand still clutching the dress. He smirked at the bag I was clutching but said nothing about it. We walked into his silver Volvo, and sped off toward my house.

Inside, Charlie was waiting with three huge suitcases. He smiled as Edward and I opened the front door.

I walked into my dads warm embrace, knowing it would be the last time.

"I'll miss you, Bells," he said. "I don't know what I'm going to do about dinner once you leave."

"Oh daddy...I'm going to miss you so much." Crying, again. Seriously, what was the deal? I hadn't cried this much in two days since...Jacob.

"Take care of her, Edward. I don't know what I'd do without her," He demanded, outstretching a hand towards my new husband.

""Neither do I," He replied, shaking it.

"Take care you two. Be sure to call."

We assured him we would, then we fit all my stuff into the back of Edward's car.

And with that, we drove off, and as I looked at my house for the last time, I let one final tear escape.

When we arrived back at the Cullen's, the entire family was there, with bags packed. Alice and Rosalie had the most, with each of them having five giant suitcases, stuffed with as many clothes and other objects at they could hold. Esme walked up to me silently, and handed me a plane ticket. I opened it.

CULLEN, ISABELLA MARIE

DEPARTING FROM PORT ANGELES, WA

TRANSFERRING TO SEATTLE, WA

ARRIVING IN ALASKA

FLIGHT 294 A

SEAT 24 D

AUGUST 14TH

BOARDING TIME: 3:00 PM

I read and re-read my ticket over and over. I couldn't believe the days had gone by so quickly. I had left my mother in Phoenix, and now I was leaving my father in Forks. But this time, it was different. Because I wasn't just moving this time. I was leaving.

"Well," said Emmett, breaking the silence, "Shall we get going then? Our flight leaves in just a few hours."

Everyone grabbed their bags and headed out through the door. I thought we would have been taking taxis to the airport, but everyone got into their own cars, (with the exception on Esme- she stepped into Edward's Volvo,) and I gave Edward a questioning glance.

"You really think we would be leaving our cars here?" he asked, with a smile. "No, only you and I will be flying. The others will be driving."

I blushed deeply, thinking I should have realized that before. Edward and I stepped into the back of Carlisle's Mercedes, placing our bags in the trunk.

"I'll be dropping the two of you off at the airport, then I will be driving there as well." Carlisle explained as he started the car.

Edward held my hand as we pulled out of the long, winding driveway, and I said good-bye to my second home as we sped down, always too fast, down the street.