The wedding was just as I had imagined it. Just our family, and a minister, under the gazebo at our new home in Washington. In the grey Olympian Peninsula, it was perpetually cloudy, but that one day, as if it was reserved just for us, it was sunny and warm, for January. The sun reflected off the pristine white snow, making us glitter even more than usual in the sunlight. The minister, luckily, had terrible eyesight. At that time, three days after the wedding, the two of us were arriving in the Bahamas, to a private island, Nimaui. Here, we could lounge in the sun, and stay out all day. Just the two of us. The water was always warm against my cool marble skin, even at night. You could always see the bottom of the ocean, no matter how far out you were. One of my most vivid memories of our honeymoon (well, our first one, anyways) is of that first night. We stayed in the water together the entire night. Good thing breathing was optional—I could barely keep my head above the water. We were either laughing too hard, staring at each other…or otherwise preoccupied…way too much so to stay afloat.

"Where are we? How far from home?" he asked out of the blue as we lounged on our backs.

"Far away…"

"Why can't we stay here forever? We should've picked this place, instead of rainy Washington…"

"Who says we can't…? Nobody here to bother us…" just like heaven, I thought. Even if this was as close as I would ever get, I was happy…

"If I had seen myself here a year ago, I would've thought I'd died and gone to heaven…with you, on a tropical island…it's something people dream of…" he said just what I was thinking! I sighed-- nothing could spoil this. There was no way to contact us, so we couldn't be disturbed by Edward checking in on us, or anything else.

"How long do you think we can stay in the water?" he laughed loudly with childlike enthusiasm. I had gotten used to this, but it still thrilled me.

"I'd bet the rest of the trip…until we get bored? Forever…" he laughed once again. There were enough things to look at, not even counting each other, to last a lifetime…or eternity, in our case. Ships passed by in the distance constantly. A group of dolphins could be spotted from time to time. Before this, I had never encountered marine animals. The way they looked, felt, smelled, sounded…so different, and so interesting. It took me a second to notice that Emmett had dove under the water. With eyes as strong as our skin, I was surprised I hadn't thought to go explore the depths before. He waited for me fifty feet down or so as I swam, struggling to keep myself under the water now. We couldn't talk, and it was even quieter that at the surface. We could hear everything for miles, so it was strange, eerie, even. For the first time in almost three years, I could only hear a faint ringing in my ears brought on by the quiet. Swimming over a reef, I looked down below at the different creatures. We settled into a cove at the bottom of the ocean after hours of searching for new wonder. The pinkish coral felt safe, cradling us. At that deep, it was pitch black. Even I couldn't see my own hands. Emmett ran into the wall several times. There was no scent, no sound, and no taste. I could only think, and feel.

***

"Do we have to leave?" he whined

"We should. We told Carlisle and Esme we'd be home two months ago…"

"Wait—how are we going to get home?"

"That was part of the surprise—by yacht." His face brightened, as his dimples became more pronounced. The Yacht Carlisle and Esme bought the two of us (we still have it) appeared on the edge of the sky. The first time I laid eyes on it, I actually squealed. It was gorgeous, fit for a queen, for me. The huge white sails towered over the deck like billowing clouds, and the equally white hull cut through the water like it was butter.

"Wow" Emmett gasped. He had obviously never seen anything like it. There was a certain grandeur about it. Although it was most likely brand new, it was so majestic; it seemed to be from a different time. The multiple decks and levels were hard for even me to see in the distance, but a pool was visible on the very top of the ship. Then a scary sort of thought hit me—it was so great, what if the only place left to go was down? Not the case…I pushed the thought away as we boarded.

"Guess the vacation's not quite over!"