Story of My Life

Disclaimer: I honestly don't own Twilight. Wish I did :/
Author's Note: So…I've been gone for over four moths. At lot has happened in that time. I went to prom. Graduated high school. Went on vacation. Got in a lot of fights with friends, family and the boyfriend. And now I'm about to start college. Let's see if I can manage to update weekly, rather than every four months. No promises!

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When we got home, Ayden ran inside the house and charged up the stairs and into his room. He clearly had not forgotten our promise to read him a story. Edward and I followed him up the stairs at a slower pace. Once we walked into Ayden's room, we were greeted with the sight of the little monster tossing books left and right in search of a story. Had this been any other day, I would have scolded my son for his obnoxious behavior, but today was not like every other today. Today was my wedding day and I honestly didn't have any energy left to scold. So I grabbed my husband by the hand and flopped down onto Ayden's little bed. Edward wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me tight against his chest. After another minute or two of searching Ayden wound up picking his usual story, Cat in The Hat. He threw himself onto the bed with us and squeeze right in between us before handing the book to Edward. Generally, he asked me to read the stories but as of late, he'd been begging for Edward to read. Today was no different. As soon as the three of us were settled, Edward began reading.

"The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play," Edward said, all in the theatrical tone he'd become accustom to using for Ayden. I let my eyes drift closed as I listened on. Ayden was squeezing my hand tight and mumbling along with Edward, not fully memorized…yet.

Out of no where someone began shaking my shoulders. I lazily cracked open an eye to see Edward's smiling face looking down at me. "Hello beautiful."

"Did I fall asleep?" My voice was groggy. He nodded his head at me, biting his lip. I turned my head to see Ayden's face buried in his pillow, thumb shoved in his little mouth. I couldn't help but smile at the sight. My son was quite adorable.

I untangled myself from the sheets and sat up. "How long as I out for?"

"You fell asleep after the first line," Edward said with a laugh, sitting down on the edge of the bed by my feet. He took them into his hands and began to lightly massage them as he continued. "Ayden had me read Cat once more after we finished, and then he had me make up a story to tell him."

"You had to create a story for him?" I asked, astounded by Ayden's request. Edward nodded his head in response. "What story did you make up?"

"I'll tell you it soon enough, but right now we have other things to tend to," he said, dropping my feet in order to stand up. I just stared up at him as if he'd grown a second head.

He rolled his eyes at my look. "I promise you're going to like these plans."

"Do they involve sleeping?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. I'd just had one of the longest days of my life; all I wanted to do was curl up with my husband and go right to sleep.

"You'll see," he replied with a grin before turning away from me and walking out of the room. I grabbed one of Ayden's stuffed bears and chucked it at him, but completely missed and hit the dresser. I could hear Edward laughing at me and I glowered in his direction. He was very lucky I was too tired to beat him up or else he'd be in for it.

I leaned over and kissed Ayden's cheek tenderly before getting up and looking for Edward. He was standing at the foot of the stairs, hands on his hips. "Well, are you coming?"

"What the hell are you doing Edward?" I groaned as I descended the stairs. Once I was at the last step, Edward reached out and scooped me into his arms. He lifted me up and kissed my lips lightly before placing me on the ground. He took my hand in his and began to lead me towards the front door. I stopped dead in my tracks and pulled my hand out of his.

"Bella," he nearly whined. "You need to trust me on this, now come on. If you hold us up any longer, we may not be able to enjoy your surprise."

If it was a surprise, that meant I was going to like the outcome…right? Even if that meant I had to be awake at all hours going only God knows where. For Edward's sake, he better hope I like this surprise or else he'd be dealing with a very grumpy pregnant wife.

I looked to Edward once more, his eyes were pleading with me and I caved at once. I sighed heavily and extended my hand to him. He took it swiftly and smiled brilliantly at me before practically dragging me out of the house. We walked to his car. He opened the passenger door for me and waited for me to buckle before moving to the driver's seat. Once he was in, he started the car and threw it into reverse and peeled out of my driveway. I held onto the door handle for dear life as Edward sped down my street and got onto the freeway. After a few minutes of silence, I turned to look at Edward but my attention was caught by the time on the clock. It was 4:47…AM. Where the hell were we going at practically five o'clock in the morning?

"I don't get any hints on what my surprise is, do I?" I questioned while turning the radio on.

"Of course not," Edward replied. I didn't have to look at him to see the smile spread across his face. I knew my husband, he enjoyed torturing me.

"What if I don't like it?"

"You're going to love it," was his simple response. He leaned over, changed the station and turned the volume up. It was pretty easy to tell he only did this to avert my attention and not because he actually liked the song. He wasn't the biggest fan of Taylor Swift.

I decided to play along with his game and let him 'surprise' me.

"…and I stare at the phone, he still hasn't called and you feel so low you can't feel nothing at all," I sang softly along with the song. It was hard to not belt out the lyrics and do stupid hand gestures along with the words like I usually did, but I managed to contain myself. Taylor was probably my favorite female artist.

"You have a beautiful voice," Edward mused, his eyes still focused on the road. I turned to look at him incredulously. My voice was far from beautiful. I sounded like a dying cat in some back alley when I sang. Edward clearly allowed his love for me to cloud his judgment because my singing was, to say the least, bad.

He turned and saw my disbelieving look and rolled his eyes at me. "Geez Bells, when are you going to learn to take a compliment and actually believe it?"

"I believe compliments," I said in protest. He gave me a look and I turned my head back to the window. "Just when there true, that's all."

"God Bella, one day you're going to realize just how amazing you are," was his last attempt at arguing. I grinned smugly in triumph.

The song played on and I went back to singing along. When it ended and some weird screamo song came on, I leaned over and began searching through the stations to find another song. Nothing good was on so I settled on an old Mariah Carrey song and turned the volume down and leaned back in my seat. I had barely closed my eyes when I felt the car come to a complete stop. I shook my head and looked around. We were in some parking deck that looked familiar but I couldn't actually remember. Edward was taking the keys out of the ignition before unbuckling himself.

I stared at him blankly for a moment. "You coming sweetheart?"

"Yeah, I guess I have to," I said with a slight laugh before unbuckling and getting out of the car. Edward walked around to the back and opened his trunk. I sputtered when he began to pull out suitcases.

"Are we going somewhere?" I asked my voice high with excitement. I hadn't gone on a vacation…well, ever.

"Why yes Mrs. Cullen, we are going somewhere," he turned around to gauge my reaction. I didn't give him any chance because I threw myself at him. I began kissing his face all over all the while hugging him tightly. "So I take it this a good surprise?"

"Oh my god, yes!" I reply loudly, now bouncing on my toes. "Where are we going?"

"That," he said with a smirk, "is still a surprise."

My jaw dropped and I felt myself start to frown. He wasn't honestly going to keep this a secret any longer, was he? I am pregnant for God's sake! You don't mess with pregnant girls and their hormones. It's just not safe.

"Edward Anthony Cullen," I ground out. "You tell my right now where we are going or I'm not going anywhere with you."

"Bella," he said softly, tugging at my arm. I pulled it away from him and crossed them over my chest. He stuck his bottom lip out and his emerald eyes got wide. I just narrowed my own at him. His pleading face was not going to work this time.

I glared at him for a long moment, "I am very serious."

He rolled his eyes before walking away from me. I gasped before following him quickly. He was grabbing a cart for our bags when I finally caught up with him. "You are going to tell me!"

He shook his head at me and went back to the car. He was quick to load the cart and was walking away from me for the third time in less than a minute. I stood my ground by his car. I was going to stick to my word. When he realized I wasn't following him Edward turned back around. He rubbed his temples before speaking.

"Bella, can't you just respect the fact I want to keep this a surprise for you?"

"What does that even mean?" I asked, not actually answering his question.

"It's rude to answer a question with a question," he stated simply.

"I know," I replied stubbornly. "Well, I guess that makes me rude. You married a rude woman. Sucks to be you!"

"Bella!" he shouted at me from across the lot. "Please, just shut up and come here? We're going to be late for our flight and then the whole surprise won't even happen. Which would mean this whole argument would have been for nothing."

He made a point. Okay, he was entirely right. I was being stubborn and selfish in wanting to know where we were going. This was supposed to be a big surprise for me from Edward and I was ruining it. I was just too damn impatient to handle the whole 'waiting' part of the surprise. But I was going to have to just suck it up and deal. This was probably the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me, ever and of course I was ruining it. If I gave in now and went along with everything Edward said, I may just be able to salvage the situation and make up for my whole selfishness. But that is a bit of a stretch, seeing as I am standing in the middle of a parking lot staring down my husband. There really isn't a way to salvage this but I might as well try.

I gather all my dignity and march over to his side. "Thank you," Edward says after letting out a breath. I nod my head in response. He leads me inside the building that I now recognize as Sea-Tac Airport. Edward knows exactly where we are going, so I follow along silently. We drop our bags off in what feels like seconds and are on our way to the terminal directly after. Except, we don't head towards any of the terminals I recognize.

"Our flight is on a somewhat secluded airline," Edward explains as we are walking. I look at him with a confused expression. Secluded?

"We may be the only passengers on the plane," he says quickly. I just gap at him. Why in the world would we be the only passengers on the plane…? Unless it was a private plane!

"Are you trying to tell me we're flying on a private plane Edward?" I ask slowly. Edward avoids my gaze and I know exactly what that means. "Edward!"

"Isabella," he retorts.

I gasp and stop in my tracks, "Oh god, this is all probably so expensive. You didn't have to do this Edward. You know I don't like it when you spend your money, or your family's money, on me! I'm a simple girl and simple things make me happy."

"Yes," he takes my hands in his and looks down at me, "but I also know that things like this will make you immensely happy and that means that money is no object. All I want to do is make you happy and you're just going to have to get used to that."

"Money doesn't make me happy."

"But I do," he quipped before leaning down to kiss my lips tenderly. "Please let me spoil you, just a little bit."

Who am I to object my husband spoiling me? I mean, I do deserve a little bit of pampering. We did just get married and I am pregnant. "Fine, I guess its okay."

He smiles that crooked grin of his before picking me up and putting me over his shoulder. I can't help but laugh at his eagerness. "You're going to love this!"

I fell asleep on the plane.

That was not much of a surprise, seeing as I was pregnant and enjoyed sleep quite a bit. However, when I woke up and found myself not on a plane but inside an unfamiliar vehicle, I was a little afraid. I turn to see Edward sitting beside me. My nerves settle tremendously at this. He smiles down at me, squeezing my hand lightly before turning to look out his window. I look out my own and see the sun is shining high up in the sky. What time is it?

"It's almost ten in the morning," Edward says when he notices my wandering eyes. I gawp at him. Our flight had been at 6:00am, so I had been out for pretty much four hours.

"Did you sleep at all?" I ask while rubbing my tired eyes.

"No," he said while shaking his head. "I much rather hold you while you sleep."

"You must be exhausted then!" I practically shriek. Edward hasn't slept since the night before our wedding; he's going to pass out any moment.

"I'm actually not all that tired," he said while lazily moving a piece of my hair behind my ear. "Any how, we have another trip to make."

"What do you mean another trip?" I looked at him with wide-eyes.

He didn't respond. Instead the car came to a complete stop and it was then I noticed the ocean surrounding us. We were at some sort of dock. The driver got out of the car and opened the door for us. Edward stepped out first and handed the man a few bills before the man went around to the back of the car to get our luggage. I scrambled out of the car and right into Edward's arms. He held onto me while we watched our driver load our things onto a small boat.

"We're going on a boat," I ask, practically in tears. I'm terrified of boats and being on the water.

"Only for a few minutes, I promise it'll be a very short trip and I'll hold you every second of the way," Edward says sweetly before letting me go. I whimper at the lost of contact but he grabs my hand before I can say anything. He squeezes it, "I'm going to get on first and then help you in, okay sweetheart?"

"Okay," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

"The little miss is afraid of the waters?" A man I didn't even notice asks. He's standing with his hands on his hips on the boat, staring at me with a curious expression his face. It looks like he's ready to laugh at me. I frown at him. His skin is much darker than mine and Edwards, probably because he spends most of his time on the waters.

"I had a bad experience in water," I say in my own defense.

"The water is not our enemy," he explains to me, "It's those who are in it."

Edward now has his hands outstretched to help me on the boat. I take hold of one of his hands, but he maneuvers himself so he can just pull me down and into his arms. I start to squirm once I feel the rocking of the boat and his hold on me becomes tighter.

"That makes me feel much better," I finally reply.

"Don't worry, you two are safe with Carlos," the man replies before making his way over to the steering wheel. When the motor starts up I shut my eyes tight and begin to pray to God that this trip is less than five seconds.

My prayers were not answered, however, because the trip took over ten minutes. I was almost in tears by the time we docked, but Edward got me off the boat fast enough for me overcome the tears. I was ready to kiss the ground when Edward came to stand beside me.

"Never again."

"We're going to have to get home Bells," Edward replies with a laugh.

I just glower at him for a moment before grabbing one of our suitcases and beginning to walk. "Do you even know where you're going?"

"No," is all I say in response, still walking away from him.

He's following me only seconds later and soon in front of me. The dock ends and at the end of it there is a trail completely secluded by all the palm trees hanging over it. He starts walking up the trail and I follow silently, taking in the area. We're only on the trail for a minute or two before it opens up and a house comes into view. It's enormous, just like the Cullen's home back in Forks and that's when I stop.

"Where are we exactly?"

Edward turns to me and smiles, "Welcome to Isle Esme."

"Your mom has an Isle?!" I practically shout at him. He nods his head.

"My father bought it for her for their anniversary. And they were gracious enough to let us spend a few days here."

I stare in absolute awe at the house. It's beautiful, absolutely stunning. I've seen less extravagant houses on the travel channel. This place just takes my breathe away. "Do you like it?"

"Oh my God Edward, it's gorgeous," I say, tears now welling in my eyes. Edward sees this and drops his bags. He's at my side, holding my face in his big, warm hands. His loving touch makes me start to actually cry.

"Bella, please don't cry," he begs me softly but it doesn't do much for my tears. No one has ever done something so sweet for me in my entire life, I can't help but cry. Edward was honestly the most perfect person alive. I couldn't have been luckier. Not to mention his parents are absolute angels for letting us stay here. I married into the best family in existence. I couldn't love the Cullen's anymore than I do now.

Edward managed to subdue my tears and get me into the house. After a few minutes of touring the place, I come to the conclusion that the Cullen's have more money than I ever expected. I was in the process of gawking at the size of the library when Edward came and found me. "I'm sure you're sleepy."

I just nod my head in response. The truth was that I was completely exhausted. I wanted to continue admiring the beauty of the house but I didn't have the energy to.

"Let's sleep then," Edward said, taking my hand in his. I allow him to direct me to the bedroom. It's lavish, just like the rest of the house. The whole room is white. The walls, the carpet, the comforter…all the furniture. And there's a view fo the ocean! One of the walls is entirely made of glass. In the middle of the room is a giant, oak four-poster bed calling my name. I only have eyes for the bed at this point.

Edward lays down first and I climb onto the bed after him, curling up against his side. He begins to play idly with my hair and a thought comes to my mind. "Tell me the story you told Ayden."

"It's a silly story Bella," he says with a laugh.

"I'd like to hear it."

He kisses my temple, "Anything for you love."

I snuggle closer to him and await my story. "There once lived a beautiful princess named Isabella," I opened one of my eyes to look at him, but his eyes were shut and he continued speaking, "she was the prettiest girl in the entire kingdom. She was smarter than the other girls, but she never gave herself the credit she deserved. Well one day, an evil dragon invaded Princess Isabella's castle, so her and Little Prince Ayden had to flee their land to be safe. They wound up at the castle of King Charlie in a far, far away kingdom. King Charlie promised the Princess and Little Prince that if they stayed in his castle they would be safe. The Princess knew King Charlie was an honest ma so she agreed. The Princess didn't realize it, but she needed to be saved once again. You see, there was a Prince who lived in a castle close to Princess Isabella's who fell madly in love with the Princess. The Prince saw the Princess for who she was. The Princess was a very sweet, gentle person that was loved by everyone. But the Princess didn't believe this. The Princess was unable to see the good inside herself and because of this, the Prince made it his mission to assure the Princess that she was, by far, the fairest maiden he'd ever laid eyes on. Little did the Prince know, this would be a very hard mission to accomplish, because the Princess was…stubborn. She didn't want to believe the things he told her. But after time, the Prince got to his Princess. Not too long after, the Prince somehow managed to win the Princesses heart. And once the Princess said she would be his, the Prince swore on his life to always protect and love his Princess and from that day on, they have lived happily ever after with Little Prince Ayden."

My mouth was hung open when Edward opened his eyes and looked down at me. He smirked slightly before turning his head away, "It's a pretty corny story…but it's all that came to mind when he asked."

"I loved it," I said in a whisper.

"Really?" He asked, turning back to look at me. I nodded my head before stretching forward to press my lips to his.

"I love you," I whispered against his lips, "my Prince."

"I love you too my Princess."