Bella's POV

By the time I'd raced through changing my clothes—pulling on the long, flowing skirt and gauzy blouse that Alice had laid out—and washed my face, reapplying only a tinted lip gloss, nearly half an hour had passed. I was more than ready to find out what Edward had planned, so I was hurrying as quickly as I could. Unfortunately, my nerves and excitement made me even more clumsy than normal. I'd tripped getting out of my dress, and then I'd dropped my face cleaner, making a mess on the floor at my feet. The last straw when when I dropped my lip gloss, and I'd spent several minutes trying to find it—until I finally spotted it under the edge of the counter, hidden in the shadows.

"Bella?" Angela called, knocking softly on the bathroom door. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah, Ang," I said before coating my lips with the gloss.

"Edward is pacing downstairs like his pants are on fi—" She stopped and gaped at me for a minute. "Wow. That outfit looks amazing! Alice sure knows her clothes, doesn't she?"

I laughed. "Yeah, I think I'd be lost without her. I'd have probably worn jeans and a T-shirt if it weren't for her."

"How's it feel to be married?" Angela asked, smiling cheekily.

"I dunno, Ang," I said sarcastically, teasing her. "How does it feel to be married? You're the old pro at this now."

"Oh, you know," she huffed, waving her hand airily. "Same old, same old."

We giggled together as I packed up the gloss into the small makeup bag Alice had set out on the counter, along with a note: Take me!

"Can you sit with me for a minute?" Angela asked as I opened the bathroom door.

"Sure," I told her, smiling as I walked to the black leather couch on the far wall. "Edward can wait a little longer." I'd missed my friend, and I knew it would be a while until I saw her again. Edward would understand.

Once we were seated on the sofa, my small bag on the floor beside me, Angela smiled a brilliant smile and said, "I didn't want to say anything until we were sure, and then I didn't want to tell you until after your wedding, but..."

I held my breath, suddenly understanding what she was telling me, but I didn't want to spoil her reveal.

"Ben and I are having a baby," she finally gushed. "I'm pregnant!"

I squealed and threw my arms around her, holding her in a tight hug. "Ang! That's amazing! Congratulations! When did you find out? When are you due?"

She laughed and hugged me back before pulling away and putting her hand on her still-flat stomach. "We found out a few days ago. I'm due right before Christmas."

We talked for another couple of minutes, until Angela looked up at the clock. "Oh! Edward's probably worn a path in the floor by now. Come on. Let's get you downstairs before he comes up and kidnaps you!"

I laughed and grabbed my bag in one hand and Angela's hand in the other, leading her down the stairs.

When we got to the bottom, Ben was there, talking with Edward. They both looked up and smiled.

"Congratulations," I told Ben, pulling him into a hug after handing Edward my bag. "Ang told me about the baby. I'm so happy for you both!"

"Thanks, Bella," he said, smiling widely as I stepped back, sliding my arm around Edward's waist.

Edward looked curious, but said nothing. Angela finally grinned and told him about the pregnancy.

"That's wonderful," he said warmly, reaching out to shake Ben's hand before pulling Angela into a short embrace. He kissed her cheek and said, "Thank you both for coming today. I know it meant the world to Bella, and I was glad to see you both here. We'll have to make plans this summer to get together some, okay? We'll come up to Seattle, or you guys can come down to Port Angeles. I'm sure Alice or Rose wouldn't mind you staying with them, since we don't have any space."

"Thanks, Edward," Angela said, snuggling against Ben's side. "We'll do that."

Just then, Emmett poked his head in the front door. "Come on, love birds. Everyone's waiting!"

We laughed and walked out into the crowd of people waiting for us between the front door and a car I'd never seen before. It was parked in the driveway, already facing away from the house toward the road.

"What's that?" I asked, looking at Edward. "Whose car is that?"

He grinned. "Isn't it beautiful? I rented it especially for this trip. And no, I won't tell you where we're going," he said with a chuckle when I opened my mouth to ask that very question. "It's an Aston Martin Vanquish. I've always wanted one, but they're so expensive. Renting one for this was worth it, though." He nuzzled my neck, murmuring softly into my ear so no one could hear him. "You'll look so sexy on all that leather. I might just have to pull off somewhere secluded and have my way with you."

I shivered, and when he pulled away, his eyes had darkened, almost no hint of green left.

"I told them no bird seed," he said, breaking the spell he had me under as he pointed to the basket filled with the seeds and other food for the birds. "I knew you wouldn't want it in your hair."

I nodded. "Thanks," I huffed. "I was seriously hoping to avoid anything like that."

We walked down to say our goodbyes, hugging everyone in both families and all our friends.

Emmett's loud declaration of, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do, little brother!" earned him an elbow in the stomach from Rose.

"Don't pay attention to the dumbass," Rose said, giving me a hug. "Do it all, Bella." She pulled away, laughing at my expression. "It's your honeymoon! Live a little!"

Dazed, I moved from Rose to Alice, who bounced in place before throwing her arms around me. "You'll love it, Bella!" she said excitedly. "I know you will."

"All right, Ms. Psychic." I laughed. "I'm sure I will. Oh, and thank you for the clothes. They're great."

She just smiled and handed me off to Jasper, who gave me a quick hug and made me promise to call him if Edward needed straightening out.

"I think I'll be fine, Jasper, but thanks," I said with a grin.

Finally, we made it to my dad, Sue, and Edward's parents. Those goodbyes were short and sweet, although Charlie and Esme both held on to us for longer than was strictly necessary. Esme was crying—"Happy tears!" she assured us—and Charlie's eyes were suspiciously shiny. I didn't ask him about it, though, knowing he wouldn't want to have his tears pointed out.

After promising to call once we were back in Port Angeles, Edward helped me into the passenger seat, loaded my bag into the back, and then climbed in behind the wheel.

"Ready, love?" he asked, smiling over at me.

At my nod, he started the car and slowly pulled away from our waving families.

"So where are we—"

"Don't even ask, Bella," he said sternly, raising an eyebrow and smirking. "It's a surprise."

I huffed and tried to act upset, but I was so excited and blissfully happy that I couldn't even remotely pull that off. Instead, I just grinned. "We'll see. I bet I could get you to tell me..."

As he turned onto the road, heading north, he smiled and shook his head. "I don't think you can. In fact, I'll take that bet."

"Breakfast in bed?" I asked, loving the idea of having Edward and breakfast in bed at one time.

"Sure. I'll take some of your French toast," he said smugly.

I laughed and shook my head, already plotting to myself on how to get him to tell me. "At least tell me how long it'll take to get wherever we're going."

"All right. I'll tell you that, but that's all you're getting from me," he said firmly. "About three hours."

Three hours? Hmm, plenty of time to break him...

~*~*~CIBD~*~*~

Edward's POV

Bella tried almost the entire drive up to Whidbey Island to get to me to tell her where we were going. She'd used every weapon in her arsenal—begging and pleading, pouting, even resorting to that purring sex kitten voice I loved so much. I hadn't let it rattle me—even though I'd come close to spilling, in more ways than one, when her hand caressed me through my jeans. After about two and a half hours, she'd finally quieted, content to rest her hand on my thigh and flip through the radio when a song she didn't like came on.

By her slight change in movement, I could tell she'd thought about asking again when I picked up my phone and dialed. Instead, she closed her mouth and rolled her eyes playfully as I spoke cryptically into the phone.

"Yes, hello. This is Edward Cullen. I'm just letting you know we're about ten miles away."

The woman who'd answered the phone assured me the cabin would be ready for us.

I thanked her and hung up, grinning at Bella when she glared at my lack of information.

When I pulled the car up in front of the large log "cabin" that would be our home for the next week, Bella spoke her first words in nearly half an hour.

"It's perfect."

I turned to look at her and beamed at her expression. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open. When she looked over at me, there were tears in her eyes.

"Happy tears?" I asked, just to be certain.

She laughed and nodded, leaning over to kiss me softly.

"Stay right there," I murmured, pulling away and opening my door.

I raced around to the other side of the car and opened Bella's door, holding my hand out for her. She placed her hand daintily in mine and stepped out. Once she was clear, I shut her door and then scooped her into my arms, making her squeal.

"Edward! Put me down." She giggled as I held her tighter, rather than loosening my grip.

I walked carefully up the path to the door, holding her bridal-style. Both of us were looking around—at the accommodations and the beautiful scenery.

The outside of the structure was like an oversized, luxurious log cabin. It was surrounded by trees, giving the whole thing a feeling of being completely private—which, the owners had assured me, was actually the case. There were other cabins, as well as a main house with a swimming pool and other amenities, but from where we were, you couldn't see any of that. We were in our own little world.

When we got up to the porch and to the arched wooden doorway, I realized I should've thought it out better. The key to the cabin was in my pocket, and both my hands were busy.

"Mrs. Cullen," I purred, grinning when the beautiful woman in my arms beamed at my choice of names. "Reach into my pocket and get the key?"

Bella laughed and wiggled until she was able to slide one of her arms between our bodies. After lots of teasing fumbling, she finally gripped the simple key the owners had sent me when I'd called to make the reservation. She produced it with a flourish and a happy smile, stretching in my arms to unlock the door.

"This would be easier if you put me down," she admonished with a laugh, shaking her head as the key missed the keyhole for the second time.

"And miss the chance to carry my bride over the threshold?" I asked, teasing, yet holding her even more firmly.

"It's not even our house!" she said with a smirk.

"Then I'll just have to do it again when we get home," I told her matter-of-factly.

She grinned and leaned back up to give me another kiss once the door was unlocked and she'd turned the knob.

I pushed the door open gently with my foot, stepping inside the oversized living room before using my foot again to close the door behind us. After setting Bella on her feet, I took her hand and led her farther into cabin.

There was a huge stone fireplace, small fire already going, along a two-story wall of windows. Everything—from the walls and ceiling, to the columns, to the rocking chairs that looked like they were made a century before—was made of gorgeous wood. The entry itself had a stone floor, but the rest of the living room was carpeted in a neutral tone. There was a small, open kitchen straight ahead, with a small dining table behind the sofa. On the other side of the kitchen, I could see a small breakfast nook, with a table surrounded by large windows, making it seem like you were sitting outdoors.

To our left, I pointed out a set of stairs. "Those lead up to the loft, which includes a king-sized bed, jacuzzi, and the main bathroom." I knew it featured a cast iron, clawfoot tub, but I would surprise Bella with that later. The loft overlooked the living room and dining table, as well as looked out through the floor to ceiling windows.

"Come," I told Bella, leading her through the living room. On the far side of the fireplace, a door led outside.

Bella gasped as we stepped out onto the large deck, which was slightly larger than the one at my parents' house. There was a covered table—made out of wood, of course—with benches, two wooden deck chairs, and some greenery, and the view out over the small lake was gorgeous.

"Stay here, love. Enjoy the view while I bring in our bags," I murmured as I brushed her hair away from her neck so I could place a kiss to her soft skin.

"Mkay," she said, smiling at me before turning back to look out over the water.

By the time I came back, Bella was settled in one of the chairs, her head back and eyes closed. She must've heard me, because she opened her eyes and smiled.

I bent down and pulled her into my arms, settling into the seat with Bella sideways on my lap.

"Tired?" I wrapped my arms around her as she got comfortable.

"No," she answered, leaning her head against my shoulder. "Just relaxing after the long day."

I nodded, feeling the day's worries and tension melt away.

~*~*~CIBD~*~*~

Bella's POV

When I wiggled a few minutes later to get a little more comfortable, I felt Edward's body react underneath me. We hadn't made love in over four days, due to wedding preparations and my monthly cycle, and apparently, Edward had been missing it just as much as I was.

I wiggled again, stifling a giggle when he groaned softly.

Suddenly, Edward lifted me off his lap and set me on my feet. "Come on, love," he said, taking my hand and pulling me toward the door.

We walked to the bottom of the stairs together, and then Edward nudged me ahead of him with a hand at the small of my back. The farther up the stairs we got, the more my jaw dropped. There was stained glass in some of the windows—and there were windows everywhere, including the ceiling! When we stepped out into the loft, I saw a plush couch, a desk and, in the corner near the railing looking out over the living room, a jacuzzi.

Edward must have seen my delight, because he wrapped an arm around me and said, "Tomorrow, love."

He led me around the corner, and at the other end of the room, I saw a huge bed, draped in pretty and soft-looking bedding. Sitting on the floor was a suitcase large enough to hold clothes for the pair of us, and on the bed, Edward's small travel bag was beside the one I'd gotten from the bathroom before we'd left.

"Do you need a moment?" he asked, gesturing to the closed door, which I assumed was the bathroom.

Nodding, I gave him a kiss and grabbed my bag, smiling to myself at what I knew was waiting for me in a neat little bundle inside.

The bathroom was absolutely beautiful. It was the same wood walls and ceiling as the rest of the cabin, styled with simple, yet luxurious furnishings, including a deep, white, cast iron, clawfoot tub, right out of a girl's most decadent fantasies. There was a toilet, separated from the single sink and tub by a decorated wooden divider. Looking closer, I noticed a shower head and a curtain on a metal rod that went all the way around the tub.

Besides the decadent tub, the one thing that captured my attention was the bright, colorful stained glass window on the wall nearest the bathtub. It was huge—easily four feet tall by three feet wide—and filled with shades of orange, red, yellow, green, blue, and purple. The light from outside shined through the colored glass, casting beautiful reflections through the entire bathroom.

I set my bag on the small counter and undressed, quickly taking care of what I needed to, before washing my hands and face, cleaning off the makeup, and running a comb through my hair, letting it fall straight and soft at my shoulders.

I slipped on the deep marine blue panties, gown, and robe I'd bought just for our wedding night. The gown had spaghetti straps and a plunging black lace neckline, which emphasized my breasts, and it hung to mid-thigh, falling just over the garter I was still wearing. The robe itself was slightly longer, a solid blue, with a sash to tie it closed. They were both silky soft, yet made out of the best fabric, so the loose bundle they'd been tied into hadn't wrinkled them much at all. The panties matched perfectly—the blue, as well as the black lace around the legs and waist. They were cheeky panties, so they were sexy, showing off some of my best assets, but not trashy-looking.

Once I was dressed and had taken a deep breath, I opened the door and stepped out. Edward had been busy while I was in the bathroom. The sun had set, leaving the cabin in a dim light from downstairs. Edward had lit candles all over the room, so the loft area was glowing beautifully. They must have been scented, too, because the bedroom smelled of jasmine and vanilla. Music was playing over some hidden speakers—something absolutely beautiful and romantic in Italian. I recognized it as the group Il Volo, which Edward had mentioned to me on the way up to the cabin from Forks.

When my eyes landed on Edward, I felt my heart sputter before it started beating normally—albeit a bit faster than before. He'd stripped down to his jeans and looked absolutely sexy as sin, standing there in his bare feet, all his muscles on display in the dim light of the bedroom. His hair looked as messy as always, like he'd been running his hand through it, tugging at the bronze locks.

His eyes widened when he saw me, and he began walking toward me, his eyes on mine the whole way.

"Una visione in blu," he murmured.

I knew enough Italian at that point to know he'd called me a vision in blue. My cheeks warmed as I smiled at the compliment.

When he reached me, he brushed my cheek with the back of his hand before cupping the back of my neck and drawing me against him, lowering his head to mine.

I felt the hard lines of his body pressed against mine and the muscles of his arms as I gripped his biceps, holding him to me, not willing to move apart yet.

The kiss was soft, tender, light brushes of his lips across mine. Even those made my body warm with desire, and when I felt his erection press against me through both layers of clothes, my arousal spiked and my insides clenched with need.

I tried pulling him closer, deepening the kiss, but he resisted, kissing me once more before pulling away.

We were both breathing a bit heavier, and when I looked up into Edward's eyes, the heat I saw there nearly took my breath away completely.

"May I?" he asked, running a finger along the neckline of my robe.

Nodding mutely, I closed my eyes as he trailed his fingers lightly down my body until he reached the tie at my waist. As he loosened the knot, my nails scratched lightly up and down his skin. I could see the effect I was having on his body; if the growing tent in his boxers was any indication, he was enjoying my touch.

"Gorgeous," he breathed once my robe had parted to reveal my gown. "Is this new?"

I opened my eyes and nodded, feeling my entire body tighten at the heat I saw in his eyes as they raked over my body. He stepped back, and I let my arms fall, dropping the robe to the floor. When he moved back up to me and lightly gathered the fabric of my gown at my hips, I closed my eyes again, every nerve ending in my body seeming to fire at once. I could feel everything about his touch, hear every breath we took, and smell the candles, the woods surrounding the cabin, and the unique scent that was just simply Edward.

I kept my eyes closed as I felt the slinky fabric of my gown brush my skin as he dragged it up my body. Once I raised my arms, it caught my hair as he pulled it over my head, and then I felt the slight movement of the air as he dropped it to the floor. He was quiet for so long that I finally opened my eyes, only to find him staring at my thigh.

Oh, the garter...

I'd found the garter on the same trip to find the new gown and robe. It was almost the exact same shade of blue, with a tiny bow in a slightly deeper blue on the side.

"Were you wearing this the whole time?" he asked in a near-strangled voice.

I swallowed the smirk at his reaction and answered, "Through the whole ceremony and car ride here."

He groaned and dropped to his knees in front of me, his hands circling my ankles and then sliding up the back of my calves to my thighs. He traced the garter with a single finger before leaning forward and kissing the tender skin of my inner thigh right above it. Then, without removing his lips from my skin, he slid the garter down my leg, his other hand holding me steady as I lifted my foot.

When he moved from my thigh to my center, pressing a kiss to the satin and lace covering me, I whimpered and tangled my fingers in his hair, tugging lightly. Every nerve ending in my body was alive and screaming for attention as he placed long, sucking kisses through my panties, nibbling at me through the fabric.

I held my breath as he slowly lowered the barrier over the curve of my ass, past my hips, and dropped it to the floor at my feet, hoping to feel those same kisses to my now-uncovered body; instead, he stood, leaning in to press a kiss to my chest, over my heart, and then up to my lips before scooping me into his arms and depositing me gently on the bed.

Edward continued watching me as he moved away from the bed and pulled off his boxers, baring his erection to my eager gaze. I started to get up, to move toward him, wanting to taste him, but he stopped me with a shake of his head.

"My turn, love," he murmured. His eyes dropped to the apex of my thighs, and his tongue darted out, tracing his lips as my legs parted almost involuntarily.

He stepped forward, sliding his hands up my legs, from my feet to my knees, where he grasped the blanket and tugged gently, pulling it—and me—to the edge of the bed. I squeaked in surprise, but when he dropped to his knees in front of me, my breath caught, and all noise died quickly away.

Edward slid his arms under my legs, letting them rest over his biceps, as his hands hooked my thighs, fingers splayed oh-so-close to where I wanted them. With a gentle kiss on my inner thigh, he finally looked up at me. "I've been thinking of this for days, Mrs. Cullen," he purred. "I can't wait another minute to taste you." And with that, he lowered his head and finally—finally!—pressed his lips to my slit.

I could barely think, barely move. Fuck, I'd missed the feeling of his mouth on me! As he licked, sucked, and nibbled at my sensitive skin, I watched and felt. With every touch, my arousal spiked higher and higher, but it wasn't enough.

"Edward," I half-growled, half-whined, propping myself up on my elbows so I could see him better.

"Hmm?" he hummed with a smirk. "Is this what you want?" he asked, tracing my lips with the tip of his finger.

I shook my head. "More," I begged, fisting the blanket underneath me.

I jerked my hips as his finger grazed my clit before moving down and dipping into my opening for only a moment.

"Is that it?" he asked again, laughing when I just shook my head. His laughter faded, and he licked his lips once more before saying, "Hmm, what about this?"

He dipped his head back down.

My hands shot to his hair, gripping it gently, and I moaned—loudly—as he darted his tongue out and traced a circle around my clit before drawing it into his mouth. My hips jerked up, needing and silently begging for more of that.

When Edward slid my legs farther up until they were resting over his shoulders, I let my eyes drift closed. For long minutes, I felt and heard nothing but Edward. He slid two fingers inside me as his lips closed around my clit, sucking gently.

Teeth scraped gently over my sensitive, throbbing bundle of nerves, a third finger was added as he pressed the special spot inside me, and I shattered, crying out his name as I came. Edward continued stroking me, slowing as I rode out my orgasm, until I finally quit shaking.

Once he sat back, I scooted until my head hit the pillows. He climbed up on the bed with me then, and I watched his cock bob as he moved. As much as I wanted to taste him still, I knew I'd get my chance later, but for now, I needed him inside me. I needed to feel like I didn't know where I ended and he began.

Reaching for him, I pulled him over me, wrapping my legs around the backs of his thighs and curling my fingers in his hair at the base of his neck.

"Make love to me, husband," I said, my voice husky with need.

His grin could have lit a city block. "With pleasure, wife," he murmured before lining up and sliding home all in one long, slow thrust.

There was a delicious, aching fullness when he was finally inside me. Before I could get used to it, he pulled almost all the way out, thrusting in completely seconds later. I cried out his name as he hit just the right spot, over and over again, his pubic bone rubbing against my already-sensitive clit.

When he dipped his head to mine, I raised mine and met him halfway for a kiss, biting his lower lip playfully and drawing a growl and a particularly hard thrust from him.

"Not going to last long," he huffed. "You're too sexy, and it's been too long." His eyes glittered darkly as he continued, "Touch yourself, Isabella." The commanding tone to his voice along nearly set me off, and I didn't hesitate to obey.

I slipped my hand between our bodies—slick with sweat—and brushed against the spot where we were joined. When my fingers grazed his cock, his movements faltered. He sat back on his knees, hooking his arms under mine and holding me open, even as his thrusts picked up speed.

"Again," he growled, watching my hand and his cock sliding in and out of my body.

This time, my finger circled my clit, and my hips jerked as I passed directly over it. Once, twice, three times, and I was flying again, coming hard around his cock.

"Fuck, Edward!" I cried as he slammed into me. "Yes!"

He lost his perfect rhythm as he began to come, grasping my hips roughly in his hands as he cried out, until finally, he collapsed above me, the heavy weight of his body blanketing mine.

When he finally rolled us both over so I was lying on him instead, our breathing had finally quieted. We were both slick with sweat, and I knew I might have bruises on my hips in the morning, but I'd never felt more incredible.

"Come on, love," he murmured after a few minutes of lying there in the dying candlelight. "Why don't we christen that huge clawfoot tub?"

Visions of the two of us soaking in the tub together filled my head, and I smiled down at him, nodding. "Sounds good," I said, rolling off him so we could both climb out of bed.

"I'll be right back," he murmured, kissing me softly, before heading toward the stairs.

Nodding, I watched him walk away—captivated by the muscles in his firm backside flexing with each step—before I moved to turn on the small light by the bed so I could blow out all the candles.

~*~CIBD~*~

Twenty minutes later, Edward and I were in the bathtub together, surrounded by the steaming water that smelled of jasmine and vanilla. He'd walked back into the room as I was filling the tub, his hands full—strawberries and glasses in one hand, bath salts in the other, and a bottle of champagne tucked under his arm. While I'd added the salts, Edward had poured the champagne, and now, we were sipping that and feeding one another the strawberries as we talked about the rest of our honeymoon.

"I haven't really planned much," Edward explained from behind me. His legs were hugging the outside of mine, and the hand not holding his glass was cupped around my breast, just under the water. "Meerkerk Gardens isn't far from here. I thought we'd go walking through there. It's supposed to be pretty," he said, squeezing my nipple gently, as though we weren't just sitting there talking about plans for the week.

I leaned my head back and sighed, feeling my insides heat as I tried to form a coherent thought. "S-Sounds good," I said. "What about Victoria?" I asked, but I quickly shook my head. "Never mind. Don't have our passports."

Edward chuckled. "Yes, we do," he admitted. "I made sure to pack them. I thought you'd enjoy having that option open."

"I've never been," I said, smiling back at him over my shoulder. "I know they have some fun places, though."

"They do," he agreed. "There's an Undersea Gardens, Miniature World, which I promised Emmett I'd talk to you about visiting." He rolled his eyes and smirked. "I'm not sure he understands what it is, but I think you might enjoy it."

"It all sounds great," I promised, fumbling with my glass when his hand dipped below the water and stroked my lower belly.

Edward set his glass down on the shelf to the side of the tub and then took mine from me and added it with his before cupping my breast and moving his other hand down even farther, curling his fingers inside me, stroking me.

As my mind drifted to nothing but the feel of him, I knew one thing was for certain:

Whether we went to Canada, stayed here at Whidbey Island, or went home tomorrow, I would follow Edward anywhere. Life, fate—whatever you wanted to call it—had led me to Port Angeles, to the store beside his, and to him. He was my life, my husband.

My destiny.