The characters in this story are from my favorite books, the Twilight Series, by the talented Stephenie Myers, and her copy write of the characters is implied.
A/N- Thank you to everyone who has continued to read and review my story. I really appreciate it.
Chapter 53: Flight of Fancy
Jacob and I laid in each other's arms kissing, cuddling, and repeatedly making love until about 3pm the next day, when suddenly there was knocking in the form of Morse code on our door. This is Aunt Alice, get the hell up, our plane leaves at 7pm and you need to shower, eat, and get dressed.
Jacob and I both looked at each other and rolled our eyes. Jacob leaned over me, gave me one more passionate kiss, and then said, "Why don't you get in the shower first, and I will get a start on the food, in case your Dad didn't cook."
I kissed him tenderly on the lips, grabbed my robe, and made my way down the hall to the shower. The hot water felt so good on my muscles, after spending hours making passionate love late yesterday and most of the day today.
I didn't linger long in the shower, and when I made my way back down to the kitchen, Jacob had made both of us plates of wedding leftovers- stuffed shells, meatballs, and garlic bread. I guess that werewolves aren't partial to garlic, because the only thing that left over was the Italian food. Jacob had no problem eating the leftovers today though. We kissed each other with our garlic breath, and then Jacob headed into the shower, while I went back into my room to change.
Aunt Alice was waiting in the room for me. She had everything that she wanted me to wear out for me on the bed, and she quickly locked the door so that Jake couldn't come back in until I was dressed. Of course, Aunt Alice had everything from my underwear to my outfit picked out. She had laid out a white slip dress, with a bronze colored cardigan, which matched my hair perfectly. My underwear was a simple, yet beautiful lace bra, with matching white panties, garter belt, and silk stockings. It was the perfect outfit to wear for my honeymoon, of course. She considered her talent to be seeing the future, but she was equally talented with fashion. I was lucky to have her, even if I felt like she was treating us all like her Barbie dolls. After she was finished dressing me, she laid out clothes for Jacob, his usual tight black T-shirt and black jeans (why mess with perfection.)
She also carried in a large trunk of clothes, which she packed for me for my honeymoon. Even though we were going to one of the fashion capitals of the world, NY, she still packed huge trunks of clothes for both me and Jacob.
We quickly packed up the stretch Hummer, which I found out later that we would be retuning to the rental agency at that airport, and headed out for our flight. My family had chartered a private jet for all of us, and we all boarded. Most people would resent taking their Grandparent's, parents, aunts and uncles on their honeymoon, but since the threat of Yohan and his daughters was so eminent, we had not planned a honeymoon, so the trip, regardless of the extra guests was very welcomed.
Like on the private jet which we had returned to Fork from Isle Esme on, this jet had a series of reclining seats in the front, which faced a large flat screen TV. Jacob and I were the first to board, however, and we made our way to the very back, where there was a loveseat, where we could snuggle together.
Jacob and I snuggled, and I fell asleep most of the way to Chicago, where we stopped to refuel. This time the plane was equipped with food for Jacob and me, but most of it was not appealing to me. I guess I was suffering from motion sickness of morning sickness. I settled on eating an apple and some crackers while we were on the ground, and washed it all down with a big glass of water. Jacob ate a one foot long sub, a bad of Doritos, and a box of chips ahoy cookies.
I fell into a deeper, sounder sleep, on the flight from Chicago to NY. Jacob had to wake me up when we landed, and he actually carried me to the waiting limousine. Being that it was early morning in Manhattan, I was suffering both jet lag and morning sickness; I was relieved when we reached Trump Tower. Luckily, it was raining, so all my family was safe to exit the plane and enter the limo.
The Trump Tower suite which my aunts and uncles bought for us was on the second highest floor. It was beautiful, in a very garish sort of way. There were dark marble counter tops, gold enabled fixtures on all the sinks, and large colorful murals in several of the rooms. The best part of the room however, was the view. It looked out into Central Park, and down 5th Avenue, where stores like Tiffany's. Gucci, and Dolce and Gabana were. Just from the view, I could tell that there was a shopping trip with my aunts in my future.
Jacob and I walked hand in hand exploring each room together. When we reached the bedroom, it was the most beautiful room in the entire suite. It had a King Mahogany Canopy bed, with matching dressers and end tables. It had his and hers closets and bathrooms. It was beautiful, and if I were not feeling so nauseated, I would have wanted to explore every inch of the room with Jacob. Jacob sensed how I was feeling though. He gave me a tender kiss on my forehead, and told me that my temperature felt normal. He than carried my luggage to the top of my dresser, and opened it, finding the most modest night gown that Aunt Alice had packed for me. He helped me out of my close, into the night gown, and then gently laid me down on the bed, where he spooned with me, holding me in his arms for hours.
I woke up from my sleep around 8pm, when my family started knocking on the door. All of them, including Grandma and Grandpa, were going out to Caroline's Comedy Club for the Evening, and wanted to know if we wanted to join them. I was still feeling somewhat jet lagged, but I didn't want to miss a minute of the New York City experience. Jacob also seemed to really want to go.
Aunt Alice burst through our door at that point and picked out outfits for both of us. For me she picked out a short black skirt, with black stockings, calf high black boots, a red turtle neck sweater, and a black leather jacket. For Jacob, she picked out a pair of khakis, a tight off white V-neck sweater which accentuated his rippling muscles, a brown leather jacket, and matching brown shoes. He looked so hot. We quickly showered, got dressed, and were ready to go with the rest of the group by 8pm. When we met in front of the building for our limousines, I joked that Donald Trump should have told at least one of us we were fired before we entered the limousines, but only Jacob laughed, and I think it was a pity laugh.
Caroline's Comedy Club is in the center of Times Square, which is a sight to behold. It would have been entertaining just to stay in Times Square people watching. Not only were there the enormous amount of lights which gave it a carnival like atmosphere, there were street performers, tons of people around, billboards which were huge telephones.
Eventually, Jacob guided me toward the club, where our family had a table reserved in the front. It was a good line up of comedians that night, with Colin Quinn headlining. We all had a great time, and one of the comedians even ribbed Dad about his "out of control hair." Jacob found that part especially funny.
Aunt Alice and Aunt Rosalie tried talking us into going out clubbing with them after the show, but I was still feeling jet lagged. He hailed a cab, and Jacob and I headed back to Trump Tower. Jacob held me all night. I was exhausted, and I wanted to feel rejuvenated for daytime in the city tomorrow. Hopefully it would be sunny, that way it can just be me and Jacob.