"Bella?" It was Edward. "Bella, wake up." He pleaded. I could kill him. I opened my eyes, and lashed out at his perfect face, but he was too quick. He caught my hand before it hit his face.
"I HATE YOU!" I shouted at him. I started to giggle. I couldn't stay mad at him.
I looked past his perfect face.
We were on a beach, and the sun was setting behind his perfect face.
"It's beautiful." I exclaimed, I thought for a moment. "Where are we?"
"Australia." Edward answered simply. I stared at him, my mouth hanging open.
"What? Australia? You mean the Australia? Like down under Australia?" he nodded and grinned at me. Then he helped me up, he wrapped his arms around my waist.
"So, you've fulfilled your side of the bargain, would you like me to fulfill my side of the bargain?" he grinned at me mischievously.
"Not now," his face fell, "I don't feel up to it. I still feel groggy after you drugged me!"
"Oh okay." He perked up a bit, "would you like to go for dinner?"
"Sure"
Edward led me up the beach as the sun set behind us, his skin glowing
softly. He was so beautiful, I didn't deserve him, when I was so
plain and he was just, so, amazingly beautiful. I was staring at him,
admiring his beauty when it occurred to me.
"Edward?"
"Yes?"
"Won't you have to stay inside for the duration of the honeymoon?"
"No. It's a private beach, so I can go out whenever I want!" he grinned at me again.
"Oh." We were now in front a little house by the edge of the beach, it was white and had a thatched roof, it was lovely.
"I'm cooking if you don't mind." Edward said as he led me into the house. I didn't mind, as always, he was better than me at doing it!
"Yeah sure, I don't mind, I'll unpack." I walked down the corridor and up the stairs. The first door I came to, I opened, it was a small room with blue wall paper and a cream carpet, with blinds and a very small single bed!
I moved onto the next room. It was at the front of the house with pale blue walls, a white carpet, and long blue curtains with a double bed, and, more importantly, two large suitcases.
I walked in and picked up my suitcase, it was really heavy. How many clothes had Alice packed for me? I placed it on the bed and opened it.
On top of all my clothes was a little package. There was a note attached to the top:
Dear Bella,
I thought you might need this. I knew you wouldn't buy one, or bring one for your self so I thought that I'd get it for you.
Have a great time.
Love Alice
X
I shook my head and opened the present with extreme care, I shuddered as I remember the events of my 18th birthday party.
I held the present in two hands. It was pale blue and silk. I was a little dress. I nighty I presumed.
I placed it in one of the enormous draws of the gigantic wardrobe.
I unpacked the rest of my clothes, and then Edward's.
When I was finished, I went down stairs to see what Edward was doing.
He was in the kitchen, cooking. I still hadn't got used to him cooking, it was a funny sight. I remembered the first time he stayed over, and he didn't know what to get me for breakfast. Te food smelled great. I sat in a chair in the corner and watched as he busied him self.
"What you cooking?"
"Secret!" he chuckled.
"I thought we weren't supposed to have secrets anymore."
"Why?"
"We're married. Husband and wife. Mr. and Mrs."
"Oh…well, I don't really think this is what they meant by that!"
"Fine." I gave up, I could see there was no point in arguing, and this didn't really matter anyway. He carried on cooking, the smell was lovely, but I couldn't work out what it was.
"Did you finish unpacking?" Edward interrupted my thoughts.
"Yes," I thought for a moment, "have you been reading Alice's thoughts?"
"Yeah." That meant he knew what she had got me. I frowned. "I know she got you a present, but she was so careful. I didn't find out what it was."
"That's good. I can still surprise you!"
"Show it to me."
"Don't be rude! I will show it to you but, not yet."
"Dinner's ready." He led me to another room. It was a large room with a huge dining table I the centre. I gasped. The table took up most of the room, but what little space there was left was occupied up by a piano.
"Would you like me to play for you?" Edward asked.
"Of course I would." He placed my dinner down on the table and walked gracefully over to the piano and started to play; my lullaby.
I sat down at the table and looked at the food in front of me. It looked so good; a duck breast, roasted, with roast vegetables.
I tasted it. It was cooked perfectly.
"Edward, this is amazing."
"Thank-you."
"This is all so perfect. The honeymoon, the food, the music, being with you." He turned around and smiled his crooked smile. "Thank-you."
"You're welcome, Bella."
After I finished eating, I angled my self toward Edward.
"Edward, I know I don't have to say anything like this but I will! You're my knight in shining amour, you're the shooting star across my sky, you're the meaning in my life and I can't live without you. Without you I have nothing. Without you I am nothing."
"Bella," he thought for a moment, "you're my Juliet, you're my true love, you have my heart, it will always be yours." He stopped playing the piano and walked slowly, wells lowly for him, towards me and sat down in the seat beside me. "I love you." He pressed his lips against mine.
"I love you, too." I murmured, I felt his lips curve into a smile. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the chair.
"Are you ready?" It took a while for me to register what he had said
"Urmm…can I have thirty minutes?"
"Sure. I'll get a drink!"
"Okay, I love you."
"Love you, too" he put me on my feet and walked to the door.
"Edward?" he turned around to look at me, "be careful." I heard him laughing as he turned away and walked out the door.
I rushed upstairs, brushed my teeth and had a shower. I dried my hair quickly and ran into the bedroom. I took out the nighty and slid it on. I glanced in the mirror and gasped. I looked so different. The dress highlighted my curves and made me look stunning.
Edward was standing by the door staring at me.
"What? Do I look stupid?" he looked confused, "I do don't I? I'm going to kill Alice…" I trailed off.
"You don't look stupid Bella, you silly girl. You look…" he struggled to find the right word, "sexy."
I turned back around to look in the mirror. Edward came up behind me and put his head on my shoulder and wrapped his hands around my waist. He took a step back and I turned around to look at him.
He lifted me up and dropped me on the bed.
I woke up.
Had last night been a dream?
I found my answer. No. I was lying in bed covered by a sheet; naked. I pulled the sheets around me.
He walked in, my knight in shining amour, the shooting star across my sky. The man I truly loved.
He was holding a tray. My breakfast I presumed. I pulled the sheets more tightly around myself. He laughed.
"You're silly, I've seen that all before." He sat down next to me. "Bella." He said my name with so much love, more love than ever before. Much more love and…relief. Relief that he hadn't killed me, relief that I was still alive, relief…
"You didn't have much faith in your self then?"
"What?" he asked me confused.
"You sound relieved, relieved that you haven't killed me." I explained.
"Oh, well…yes, but I was just so worried for your safety."
"Edward, don't worry, you love me. You could never hurt me."
"Actually I could" he mumbled so quietly I wasn't sure if that was what he really said. What was he talking about?
"Bella, do you remember your eighteenth birthday party?" I nodded, remembering that dreaded night when I'd cut my self on the paper and Edward had thrown me into the glass table, to save me from jasper.
"But Edward, you were saving me, fro jasper."
"Yes, but I still hurt you." He sat down on the bed, and placed the tray on my lap. "Eat, you must be hungry!"
It was a full English breakfast, I ate it all quickly. It was delicious.
"Edward, that was amazing."
"Thanks."
"I told you; you're amazing at everything!"
"You're good at things too."
"Like what? Name one thing I'm good at; other than blushing."
"Well…you're good at being brave and persuasive…"
"Maybe, but you're braver and more persuasive."
"Okay, but you're still good at them."
"So, name one thing I'm better at than you"
"Hmm…" he thought for a while, "you're better at making friends." I laughed.
He smiled and pressed his lips against mine, and just like before the shopping trip with Alice, my heart didn't go hyper active.
"Hmm…my heart…it's normal." I murmured.
"Yes, I don't like it!" I laughed and pulled away.
"So, what can we do today?"
"We could go down to the beach, there isn't really much else I can do, but you could go shopping or something."
"Hmm…" I didn't really want to go shopping, especially without my husband, on our honeymoon. "Hard choice, but I've decided to stay with you on the beach because I love you and I don't want to go anywhere without you."
"If that's what you want." He said exhausted.
"What do you mean? Don't you want me to stay?" I knew he'd had enough of me, he didn't love me as much as I loved him.
"Of course I do, I was just thinking that you may want to go see some of the sights."
"Oh"
"How could you even think that I didn't want to spend time with you? How many times have I told you I love you? Did I not show you last night? I love you Bella. Do you want me to shout it from the top of a hill?"
"Edward, it's okay, you don't have to do that!" would he really shout, from the top of a hill, that he loved me? "Let's get changed then." I said changing the subject.
Once I'd changed into the bikini Alice had insisted I take with me, I pulled a t-shirt over my head and raced down stairs.
As usual Edward had changed in record time and was waiting for me outside on the beach.
I ran down to the sand where I saw his body, glittering like millions of diamonds. It was one of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen. Almost as beautiful as he was in Palazzo dei Priori.
I collapsed next to him in the sand, breathless.
He leaned closer to me.
"I love you."
"I love you too." I replied automatically.
Then he kissed me, my heart went frantic and I felt the corners of his lips curve up into a smile. I was running out of oxygen.
We both collapsed on the ground gasping.
