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Summary: The Cullen's go on vacation to Thailand to get the family healing after the events of the disastrous birthday party 3 years ago. While there, the entire country suffers from a 9.0 earthquake and tsunami. Our Major gets a call from his frantic brother needing help with his mate that was on the Navy ship when the wave hit. What will the family think when she washes up to them, literally?
New Moon AU; pairing Bella/ Peter Rated M
A/N: WARNING: story may trigger unpleasant memories for survivors of National disasters.
Warnings: violence, lemons, language, non-sexual spankings. Dominant/Possessive Peter
Tragedy to New Life
Chapter 4
Bella POV
'This week has gone by so fast!'
I think to myself as I get dress for the day.
Today is the day that my good friend Lt. McDonaldson and I will take a boey out to Phuket to get some cashews and explore the countryside.
Knock knock
I go to answer the door once I finish packing my book bag.
I open it to see one of the Petty Officers standing there.
He salutes me and says,
"Lt. Commander Swan, your boey is ready to head out and Lt. McDonaldson is awaiting you on deck, ma'am."
I nod to him and thank him before he takes his leave.
I look in my bag again and make sure that I have everything that I need and then I zip it up and put it on my back. I know that I should not be doing this, but the pack is not that heavy. Even so, if Peter ever saw me carrying it on my back like this while I was still pregnant, I would get quite a few good solid licks on my backside.
Seeing that I had everything that I needed, I then lock up my quarters and head up to the deck to meet up with McDonaldson.
"Lt. Commander on deck!"
It was early, '0500' hours, so it was not light out yet, but that did not stop me from seeing everything clearly, as if it was noon out.
I need to talk to Peter about this.
This pregnancy is changing me.
I wonder if I am slowly going through the change?
I know that Carlisle would just jump at the chance at running some tests on me and doing some research. Maybe I should keep track of the different changes and give it to him when I see him. I have no doubt that I will see him and the rest of them again in the future as Jasper is Peter's brother.
The crew that I pass by all salute me then go back to their duties.
"Swan! It's about time you waddle your way up here!"
McDonaldson chuckled when I came into view of her standing by our boey.
"Well, these kids have been moving up a storm the past twenty four hours and it has not been comfortable. I think they miss their daddy."
I say to her as we make our way into the boat and I rub my growing belly affectionately.
I take my bag off and get comfortable as they lower us to the water.
"So, what do you want to do first?"
I ask as she started up the motor.
"Well, we can head out to the factory once we dock and get the Jeep that I rented for the weekend. I have really been looking forward to seeing how they make the different flavored cashews for a while now. Then we can just look around until it is time to go to the hotel tonight."
She says as she sets the course and speed to get us there within an hour or so.
"Yeah, I can't wait to try the Wasabi ones. My taste buds are tingling with anticipation!"
I exclaim excitedly.
"Although, I really do hope that the smell and the different fumes of the factory do not make me sick!"
I say as an afterthought.
I can't believe that I did not think about the fumes in a place like that!
I know that Peter would have reminded me about them if I had told him about this little weekend excursion.
I also know that if he had known that I was going to go off of the ship, after he told me not to go, that I would have been in big trouble.
I have gotten a couple of spankings since being with Peter and one since being pregnant.
We know that the babies are fine if and when he spanks me due to the fact that the amniotic sac around them is as hard as vampire skin.
So I already know that if he finds out that I disobeyed him, then he will not hesitate to spank me.
But I do not plan on him finding out about this trip if I can help it.
McDonaldson and I make small talk for the duration of the hour and a half trip to the mainland.
"S̄wạs̄dī kh̀a yindī t̂xnrạb s̄ū̀ cạngh̄wạd p̣hūkĕt. C̄hạn mī yān phāh̄na thī̀ r̂xngk̄hx k̄hxng khuṇ dị̂ thī̀ nī̀ . Pĕn gased k̄hụ̂n læa phr̂xm thī̀ ca pị s̄ảh̄rạb khuṇ. Yạng mī p̄hænthī̀ thī̀ mī s̄ênthāng thī̀ rabu wị̂ h̄ı̂ kæ̀ rongngān mĕd s̄ảh̄rạb khuṇ pheụ̄̀x thī̀ khuṇ ca mị̀ dị̂ rạb h̄āy pị. "
("Hello, Welcome to Phuket, Thailand. I have your requested vehicle right here. It is gased up and ready to go for you. Also there is a map that has a route outlined to the Cashew Factory for you so that you will not get lost.")
The guide told us as he handed the Jeep keys to McDonaldson.
We walked to the older model Jeep and got in. Due to my large stomach, McDonaldson has to drive us around where ever we go this weekend.
"K̄hx k̄hxbkhuṇ!"
"Thank you!"
We both tell him at the same time.
We start up the Jeep and head out for the countryside.
"Man, why the hell are mountain roads so freaking narrow?!"
McDonaldson asked me as we round around a particularly narrow and steep drop. That drop looked to be at least 50 feet down.
"Mhm!" I just got a bad case of vertigo trying to look down over this mountain!"
I mumbled, trying to stop the queasiness feeling that had come over me.
I reached into my back pack and took out one of my water bottles.
I slowly took a couple of sips to calm my nerves down.
"Want some?"
I asked her.
She nodded and took the bottle from me. She held on to it until she finished the last sharp turn for about a mile, before taking a few quick gulps and handing it back to me.
I put the top back on and put it back into my bag.
I then decided that we needed some music, so I took out my I-Pod and plugged it into the cigarette lighter and put on my Rock Playlist. The first song that came on was "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns-n-Roses.
I can't help but think that this is an apt song as I look out over the expanse of the mountains.
I crank it up and we have fun screaming the lyrics.
Welcome to the Jungle by: Guns-n-Roses
Welcome to the jungle we've got fun and games
We got everything you want honey, we know the names
We are the people that can find whatever you may need
If you got the money honey we got your disease
In the jungle, welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your knnn knne knees, knees
I want to watch you bleed
Welcome to the jungle we take it day by day
If you want it you're gonna bleed but it's the price to pay
And you're a very sexy girl that's very hard to please
You can taste the bright lights but you won't get there for free
In the jungle welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my, my serpentine
Ooh, I want to hear you scream
Welcome to the jungle it gets worse here every day
Ya learn to live like an animal in the jungle where we play
If you hunger for what you see you'll take it eventually
You can have everything you want but you better not take it from me
In the jungle, welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your knnn knne knees, knees
I want to watch you bleed
And when you're high you never ever want to come down
So down, so down, so down, yeah
You know where you are?
You're down in the jungle baby, you're gonna dieee
In the jungle welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your knees, knees
In the jungle welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my, my serpentine
In the jungle welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your knees, knees
In the jungle welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to you
Its gonna bring you down, ha!
After that we sang along to Mr. Big, Metallica, Bon Jovi, and then switched it to my Country Playlist.
We sing and talk the whole way there.
We made it to the factory about an hour later and it looked like any other factory, but the smells were defiantly conducive to this particular factory.
I could smell the different flavors, the metal of the machines, the oil from the cashew plants and the oil from the machines. I could smell the cleaning products, the sweat and other bodily smells from the workers.
I immediately take shallow breaths through my mouth, as some of these smells would have been gag worthy even if I wasn't pregnant or had a heightened sense of smell.
I could see that it was also affecting McDonaldson, but we pushed on and went inside.
"Yindī t̂xnrạb s̄ū̀ rongngān mĕd mam̀wngh̄imphānt̒. Reā mī khwām yindī thī̀ ca h̄ı̂ brikār khuṇ. Khuṇ rū̂ ẁā s̄ìng thī̀ rs̄chāti thī̀ khuṇ mī khwām s̄ncı nı?"
("Welcome to the Cashew Factory. We are pleased to serve you. Do you know what flavors you are interested in?")
The nice sales lady asked us when we entered the store part of the factory.
"C̄hạn rū̂ ẁā c̄hạn t̂xngkār thī̀ ca lxng rs̄ wā sā bi læa khĕm pkti."
("I know that I want to try the Wasabi flavor and the regular salted.")
I tell the lady and she goes to get me samples of each flavor.
I try the salted ones first and love them.
Then I try the Wasabi and get an explosion of flavor in my mouth. I know when people think of "wasabi", they think 'hot' or 'extremely spicy, burning your tongue,' but that is the fake stuff. The real stuff that comes from wasabi root is floral and sweet.
I am in heaven!
I turn back to the sales lady ready to order.
"P̄hm ca chı̂ welā £ 4 k̄hxng tæ̀la k̄hxng thậng s̄xng rs̄chāti pord!"
"I will take four pounds of each of those two flavors please!"
I say to her and go in search of McDonaldson.
I found her sampling the 'fiery hot' ones and could almost see the steam coming out of her ears.
I could see her mucus glands working overtime as she constantly swallow her saliva.
I just chuckle at her.
"You alright there?"
I ask her, still chuckling.
She just glares at me and I full out laugh at her.
Her eyes are tearing up and her nose is running bad.
"Thits not thunny, Thawn!"
She tries to yell.
That just makes me laugh harder as she tries to 'suck in' her excess spit and snot and is "fanning" her tongue.
I pay for my nuts and buy her a bottle of water to help her out, since my water is in my back pack in the Jeep.
"You do know that those are made with the Ghost Chilies, right?"
I asked her after she drank or rather gulped the large 1.5ltr of water down in two minutes flat.
She just flipped me off and went to pay for her purchases.
I chuckled and grabbed my purchases.
Before we could leave the factory, we heard the sirens blaring.
McDonaldson and I just looked at each other, not really knowing what was going on.
The workers were running around like chickens with their heads cut off, so I grabbed the lady that helped me and asked her what was going on.
"Mạn h̄māykhwām ẁā phāyu r̂āy thī̀ kảlạng ca mā nı. Khlụ̄̀n s̄ụ nā mi thī̀ pĕn pị dị̂ . Khuṇ khwr ca dị̂ rạb pheụ̄̀x thī̀ xyū̀ xāṣ̄ạy. "
("It means that a bad storm is coming in. Possible tsunami. You should get to shelter.")
She said, then ran out of the building.
"Come on, Swan, let's get back to the town and get to the hotel."
McDonaldson said as she too headed out the door.
I followed her out to the Jeep and we set off towards the hotel.
I put my cashews in my book bag, while thanking the material Gods that it was waterproof.
During the drive back, we did not goof off like we did on the way there. In fact the mood in the car was pretty somber. I just kept rubbing my belly, wishing Peter were here with me to keep us safe.
It had started to pour down rain from the thunderstorm that was coming in.
I was starting to worry and think that maybe we should head back to the ships early, but I did not voice my thoughts to McDonaldson just yet.
We made it to the hotel and ran in to get out of the wet weather.
It was late, so after checking in, we got undressed and went to bed, neither of us caring about seeing each other in our underwear and sleeping like that.
I was sleeping peacefully, or as peacefully as I can at almost five months pregnant with multiples, when something woke me up.
I sat up in bed and looked around, but I could not find what woke me up.
I looked over to the other bed and saw that McDonaldson was still sound asleep.
I quietly got up and went to the bathroom, then tried to go back to sleep, but found that I could not.
For some reason, my babies were extremely restless and would not settle down no matter what I tried.
Something was wrong and I knew, I knew that we had to get back to the ship ASAP.
I got up and woke McDonaldson up.
"We need to leave, right now! I don't know what is going on, but we need to get back to the ship ASAP. Get dressed and let's go!"
I said as I finished putting my clothes on.
I packed our backpacks as she got dressed.
She did not question me as I was her superior.
She ran to the front office to turn the room key in as I got in the Jeep.
We made it to the dock with our boey within ten minutes and turned in the Jeep key.
We got in the boey and set off towards the ship at a fast clip.
I kept my bag on my back this time for some reason.
When we were about ten miles out, we heard the tsunami alarm go off and I turned to look towards the ship and the last thing that I saw before the blackness was a huge 30ft wave coming towards us.
A/N: Sorry this has taken so long to update. I have had severe writers block for this story and my internet and computer both went down. I am in the hospital now so I will try to still update my stories soon!
Also, should I make Amanda McDonaldson, Garrett's mate or kill her off?
Review and let me know!