EPOV

"Bella, I'll be waiting for you in the water…don't take too long," I called out softly to her. The moon was shining, and the weather was perfect. Perfect for a night out with my angel. I sighed contentedly. This trip was much smoother than the first.

"Déjà vu," she answered simply. I stifled a laugh at that absurdly correct statement.

I stripped the last of my clothes off and dumped them on the warm sand. I waded out into the warm water, but unlike the last time, now I waited facing the house, eager to have her in my arms again.

At last she appeared. She ran over to me with her newly acquired speed, and I had her safe with me, in my arms, once more. I held her against me, but unlike last time, we were now the same. I didn't have to be careful with her anymore, now that she was just like me. She no longer had to go without color during darkness; she could see just as well as we could. The sound of her heartbeats I missed, but that was a minor detail. What was important was that she was with me, she was safe, and I had her. Forever.

That train of thought brought along an old, familiar flash of guilt. Even though it had been nearly a year, I still felt uncomfortable about it.

"Bella," I began. "It's been so long since it's just been us – you and me. I want you to enjoy this as much as possible."

She stopped me. "But what about you?" she asked. "I want you to enjoy this, too."

I sighed; she would never listen to the fact that as long as she was happy, then I was happy. If she was in pain, so was I. There was no doubting that fact.

"Tell me," I pleaded, tilting her head up to look at mine. My arm drew her closer to me. "Are you perfectly happy this way? As an immortal?"

"Of course," was her immediate answer. "Why would I regret that? I have you with me forever, I have Renesmee, I have my new family…I don't miss anything."

I exhaled. "But you've given up everything for me. Your mortality, your humanity, your human relations and friends – I feel so horrible, so unforgivable, sometimes, for doing this – "

She held a finger up to my lips, silencing me. "Listen," she commanded. "I. Am. Perfectly. Happy. I don't regret anything. At all. Please don't feel guilty for me, because there's nothing to feel bad about."

I shake my head slowly. "That may be what you feel, but…I need to make this up to you."

She laid her head on my chest. "I have you. That's all I want – all I've ever wanted."

"Well, if that's what you want," I conceded. "Then you can have any part of me you wish to have."

She pulled my head down to reach my lips. "I want this part. I want every part," she whispered. A smile played on my lips as I recalled her same words to me on our camping trip, before the fight between Victoria and I, Riley and Seth.

"Every part," I echoed.

I drew her against my chest, and we floated deeper into the water, together.