We hadn't long landed at the island, which was still mind blowing to say, when Edward sent me off to have a "human moment". The large bathroom off the bedroom, had a large bath, which I was happy to take advantage of.

Nerves had kicked in while I soaked in the bath, leading to a mad rush as I shaved every part of my body, would Edward prefer that? I could feel myself spiralling, as my nerves grew. I had to get out, re-join Edward, distract myself with him.

I wrapped myself in one of the fluffy robes that hung on the back of the door and padded out into the bedroom where my suitcase awaited. I heaved it onto the bed, why did it weigh so much? What had Alice done while I wasn't looking? Taking in a deep breath, I unzipped the luggage with shaky hands, only to be greeted by an explosion of lace and silk. Alice had clearly repacked my case, stuffing it full of what her version of honeymoon attire was. I rolled my eyes; it was just like Alice to do something like this. I tried to dig through the mountain of lingerie but quickly realised it was pointless.

A sigh escaped my lips.

Grabbing Edwards suitcase instead, I grabbed one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxers. The fabric was soft against my skin, immediately bringing a sense of comfort and soothing my frayed nerves. My hair was still wet and clung to my back, but the tropical breeze stopped the sensation from being unpleasant. I fumbled around looking for a comb, why did Alice have to repack my suitcase? As I picked up various pieces of lace, a piece of paper fluttered free. Thick card stock, it could only be a note from Alice. Sighing I picked up the paper and opened it.

Enjoy your honeymoon, I repacked your original suitcase into the plain black bag, I hope you find my gifts useful!

Alice
xxxx

At least I would still have my things, I doubted Alice would know what I needed for my more human moments. The plain black case was easy to find and I felt a smile form on my face, as I was greeted with my own clothes. I grabbed my comb, raking it through my hair, the tangles making me wince. The ends had already begun to dry, making my job harder. But eventually I finished, my hair hanging limping around my face. Beautiful, I thought bitterly. But Edward had always liked my natural look. The thought brought a sense of comfort as I chucked my hair into a low ponytail so it fell down my back.

I looked around the bedroom, would I need to do anything else to make myself ready for Edward? Perfume? Deodorant? Makeup? Maybe one of Alice's pieces? No Edward liked me as I was, I wasn't going to try and change that now.

My stomach let out a growl, the nerves had stopped me from realising how hungry I was. I hadn't eaten anything on the plane. I did spot a kitchen, when we first arrived, had they stocked it for me? Only one way to find out, I guess.

I wandered my way to the front of the villa, the smell of pasta enticing me forward. Had Edward cooked? I laughed to myself at the thought, vampires didn't cook silly. Yet as I turned the corner, the most beautiful sight greeted me and almost brought me to tears. Edward was at the stove, carefully watching something in a pot. The table had been dressed with flowers, reminding me of the meadow. A selection of candles lit up the table, their scent fresh like the forest that surrounded us at home. A single place had been set for me, a tall glass of coke with ice floating on its surface, waited for me.

"Oh Edward," I choked out, from the lump in my throat.

He glanced up to me, breaking out into a dazzling smile as he drank me in, heat seared through me. How did he always look so breath taking? I felt a blush spread across my cheeks.

"Dinner is almost ready." He was by my side in an instant, "take a seat."

He guided me to the table, pulling the chair out for me, with a grand sweep of his arm. I ducked under it, taking a seat. He pushed me in, ever the gentleman. It was even more beautiful close up, the candle light provided a soft glow that made the atmosphere almost magical. Edward rushed back to the kitchen, lifting ravioli out of the pot and into an awaiting plate.

I found tears welling up as I realised what he was recreating, our first date, when I revealed I knew what he was. I remembered the nerves I felt that night, the scary men who Edward had chased away, the way Edward couldn't believe I wasn't in shock. It was hard to believe how far we had come since that night. How many battles we had faced, first James then Victoria, but here we stood. It was going to be weird, just getting time to laze around with Edward for a month, we hadn't had such a time since our first summer together. I was looking forward to it, we certainly needed this after everything we had been through.

I was hoping to spend our first month as a married couple in honeymoon bliss. As Edward placed his dish in front of me, I couldn't help but think we could.

It smelt surprisingly good, considering it had been made by a vampire, how did he know how to create the flavours?

"So, if I eat this will it poison me?" I joked, as Edward sat beside me.

Edward laughed, a musical sound. "No, Renee proved a reliable test subject."

"Renee?" I laughed. She couldn't cook to save her life.

Edward nodded. "Maybe a little help from Seth as well."

I beamed at him. "Thank you, Edward, this is beautiful."

"Say that after you try it," Edward grinned.

I speared a ravioli with my fork, making a show of smelling it first, before popping it in my mouth. The flavour exploded immediately, making me moan, it was delicious.

"Is that a good sound?" Edward asked.

I picked up another, eating it quickly. "Oh yes, this is fantastic Edward, I can't believe you made it."

"I'm glad love." Edward looked away, if he was human, I was sure he would be blushing. "I know we agreed to no presents, but I thought this would be allowed."

I found myself choking up again, I reached for his hand. "It's perfect Edward."

His answering smile, took my breath away. I would take a thousand mushroom ravioli over any expensive gift anytime. The amount of work he must have put in to learn the recipe, blew me away.

"Although, there's one thing missing." I tried to make my tone serious.

Edward frowned, "what?"

"A kiss for the chef," I explained, barely containing my laughter at his worried expression.

He leant forward placing a small kiss on my nose, "that was a very cruel trick to play Mrs Cullen."

I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer, silencing him with a kiss. One he happily returned, making me melt against him. Time forgotten.

Happiness bubbled up inside me. It was going to be a good honeymoon.