EPOV

I could not get over how beautiful she looked in the natural light of the skin was the same as mine, but somehow, I knew that she looked infinitely more lovely than I ever could. I smiled to myself as I thought of how Bella would consider me absurd, and how absurd she was, in the way that she regarded me. As if I were a god or something.

We were lying on the soft warm grass, and Bella's hair stirred in the gentle breeze. She closed her eyes, and the shimmering, pale lavender of her eyelids was just so…beautiful.

I leaned over her, stroking her eyelids, and then kissed them. She sighed happily under my touch, and she pulled me down to kiss me. I closed my eyes, too, and all I was aware of was the sound of the waves breaking and crashing onto shore nearly a hundred feet below us, the cry of the seagulls, and the way my lips moved with Bella's, the way our breathing came faster.

Breaking away with a soft moan, I rolled back over and held her hand to my cheek. I kissed it softly, and then let go of it.

I examined my wife's flawless face. Unlike the rest of us, she barely had any shadows under her eyes at all – no doubt an effect of the strong self-control she'd possessed since vampire birth. She barely ever had to feed, and I was sure that she would remain stronger than the rest of us, since we derived our strength mostly from feeding, and she could last much longer than we could.

"Do you still think that my choice to become a vampire was the 'twilight' of my life?" she murmured, rolling over to look at me.

My fingers ran through her hair. "Isabella Marie Swan Cullen," I whispered in her ear, "the choice you made, to give up humanity for me, stopped time in its tracks – no, you turned back the clock of my life. I now feel like I'm waking up in the early morning."

"That's not a correct comparison," she disagreed, rolling onto me. I held her tightly as she continued. "No matter how early it is, the day is always going to end – but my true life, my life with you, shall never, ever end."

"You're right," I agreed, pushing her over and leaning over her.

"You are my life."

"As you are mine."

"There's another thing," I said awkwardly, not sure how to bring this up. "Charlie…you know that he's going to age, right? And that he'll…die…?"

A flash of pain appeared in her eyes. "Yes," she whispered.

I regretted ever bringing this up, but I couldn't just say "never mind" right now. "Well, I'm sure you feel like your life is perfect right now, but in thirty years…Charlie's going to grow old, while you won't. And I'm sure that you'll want to visit him in old age."

"Charlie knows that I'm different now, that what you tell him is just a pretense. I don't think he'll pry too deeply. You, of all people, should know that," she added, her voice light again, teasing me.

I kissed her. "True," I murmured.

She moved her lips to my ear. "You see, nothing to worry about," she said softly.

The sun's rays changed a little; we no longer threw rainbows into the light, but the colors were limited to reds, oranges, and yellows. The sun was almost touching the ocean, from our view…I sat up, and Bella leaned against me. We sat there, almost like any human couple, watching the flaming sphere dip lower and lower into the waters.