I have to thank all those awesome fans that sent me wishes to get well, I just woke up and fell better so I knew I had to get to it, I hope you guys approve..If anyone has suggestions about those lemony scenes make sure to tell me in your reviews, I need all the help I can get. Btw, I'm going to fast forward but that does not mean the story is finished, we're just going to be inviting a new/old character into the mix, anyone can guess who? Make sure to check out the pics of the view and the swimsuit on my profile.

The Honeymoon Part 2 and four years later.

EPOV

To say that last night had been the best night of my entire existence was pretty much and understatement. I now understood the way Emmett was with Rosalie, the reason people did not wait anymore. I was glad I had, but if I knew it would be like this before, well my self control would have broken a long time ago.

When I woke up from the sheer exhaustion of the night before the sun was going down in the horizon. The view was magnificent, I knew Bella wouldn't want to miss this. Our bedroom had the perfect view of the beach and the setting sun through its glass wall.

"Bella, love, you have to see this."

"Hmm?" asked my beautiful Bella.

"Look" I said and she turned her head. I heard a small gasp.

"Oh that's so beautiful."

"Nothing compared to you" I told her honestly and she raised her head from my chest to look at me.

"Very funny" she said lightly

"I'm serious, there's nothing in the world that can compare to your beauty, your kindness… I love you more than anything in the world"

"Oh, Edward" she said her eyes watery as she leaned in to kiss me. Her stomach however had other ideas.

"Sorry" she said, giving me her Bella blush, with a smile.

"It's ok, I'm starving. How 'bout this? You go wait for me at the beach and I'll bring a picnic and some candles and we could have our food there?"

"YES!" she said jumping out of the bed to the bathroom, completely naked, making me instantly regret making her leave my arms. Would I ever get tired of this woman? NO.

I went to my suitcase, glad that we were the only people on the island and only put on shorts as my wife came out in a tiny white bikini that had my "Little friend" jumping for joy and for release. I groaned, shutting my eyes as I walked to the kitchen, how was it possible that after making love to her five times last night, after intervals of rest I still wanted her as bad as before. Easy, "my little friend" told me. She's got us both whipped. Tell me about it. I told him, feeling severely freaked out about naming my cock and then having a conversation about Bella with it, where I actually replied him… I was seriously disturbed.

I went to the kitchen and prepared us both omelets, took up the chocolate covered strawberries, the champagne, two glasses, a blanket and bowls with ice cream. I put them all on a tray and lit four big candles with their holders, then walked outside the little house to my wife.

She was a vision. The sky was clear and there was a full moon. It was huge, almost as if, we dared extend our hands we could touch it. She was lying on the sand, her hair fanned out, her pale skin contrasting in the moonlight with her dark hair.

"Here we are" I told her. Setting down the tray first, then spreading out the blanket, putting the tray on and digging the candles into the sand so they would stay steady. I gave her a plate with an omelets and a fork, and poured us the champagne. We ate in near silence, I was sitting down but she was on her stomach, her feet together above her body.

"Edward I have something to tell you" she said seriously and I started to worry

"You remember when you sent my book to the guys in Seattle?"

"Yeah…"

"Well I got a call back from the guys, and he wants to publish twilight!" she said beaming

"NO!"
"YES!"

I moved to her and gave her a huge, happy kiss. I was so proud of her. I had been seriously impressed with her book, it was amazing, I even liked how she named the central characters after us, giving them our descriptions. Even Jacob Black was in it, even though he was one of the good guys. I had wondered why and she had told me it was only because she needed a name, nothing else.

"So what're you gonna do?" I asked

"I'm going to publish it, but under the pseudonym Stephenie Meyer. I looked it up, I like it, and no authors are named that"

"Wow" I said, in awe of my girlfre- correction –my wife.

"I'm so proud of you, love, I knew you could do it"

We fed each other strawberries in the moon/candlelight, when she started teasing me again, kissing me on the lips, then the neck, then lower and lower until she was right in front of my throbbing erection I knew I was a goner.

She pulled down my shorts, finding that I wasn't wearing anything under them.

I want to try something…" she said, her brow furrowed

"But you've got tell me if I do it wrong"

"Ok" I said, curious, but severely turned on.

She started kissing me, her hand sliding down my chest to my throbbing dick. She let her hand graze its length, earning a hiss of pleasure from me. Then she did something I never expected shy, sweet Bella to do. She started stroking me, while kissing me slowly down my chest. I trembled at the sensations of pleasure within me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head when I felt her sweet soft mouth at the base of my hard cock. She looked at me worriedly, but once noticing my expression, continued enthusiastically to trail open mouthed kisses along me length.

"Isabella Cullen I swear you'll be the death of me" I growled at her, as she smirked, not taking her eyes off of me.

"You don't know anything yet" she said boldly, her eyes dark with lust.

"Then she opened her mouth wide and took me in.

I was putty in her hands. She sucked and licked and the things she could do with her tongue would make a lesser man die of pleasure. I took it, feeling her as she gently squeezed my sack with one hand as she pumped me into her open mouth with the other. I shuddered, the pleasure within me growing stronger.

"Oh god Bella"

"Cum for me baby" she said in a seductive purr. That's all I needed to hear, I felt the pleasure explode within me as I reached my climax. Several squirts going into her mouth. She gulped them down, a small smile on her lips as she sucked me dry and then licked me clean. All I could do was lye there, helpless in the hands of my wife, the pleasure to much to move.

"Wow, Bella, if I could tell you how that felt…" I gasped

"Why don't you show me?" she said, smiling sexily, starting to get me aroused again. I was going to reach for her but she jumped up and ran into our bedroom, the lights off so she was out of my sight. I stood for a moment in shock; she never ceased to amaze me. It took me two seconds, and then I ran to the door, after my wife.

FOUR YEARS LATER

EPOV

To say that the last for years of my life had been happy would have been an understatement. The last four years had been the best four years of my life. I was a married man, and I had no problem admitting I loved my wife more than anything in the entire universe.
After our honeymoon Bella and I feared that the passion between us would fade, safe to say it didn't. If anything my need for her grew stronger with every passing day. During our first year, when I joined the force and she was studying English in Dartmouth, we had trouble leaving the house we had bought. We would have to meet at lunch and have more meetings in the morning and before bed, it was almost impossible to keep our hands off each other. Emmett was severely disgusted every time he came to visit, but completely understood since he was still going through the same thing.

Our second year had been, well almost the same, except way more hectic. Our first marital problem came when Bella's book was published. She had to leave for a nationwide tour for a month and I had to stay, Emmett and I were working on a big operation and I couldn't just leave it hanging. She had wanted to stay and I had forced her to go. The first week was torture, then on the second I went to see her for a weekend and we got everything patched up. I taped every interview she gave on the television, when I googled her, I got 1200000 hits. Her book was a national best seller, a cult hit, the next "Harry Potter", I couldn't have been prouder. She soon started to write a second. The thing about Bella was that when she was in school, she was timid, but when she got out there, in her interviews, she was the fierce Bella we had all come to respect. We had actually given her alter-ego a name, a perfect representation of the fierce woman she would become, she was Xena. Just, like the warrior Princess, we had laughed when Alice first called the "TV" Bella that, but it managed to stick.

In three years Bella had put out four books, all of them national bestsellers. The house was thankfully never bothered, because she had always used her pseudonym, Stephenie Meyer, so everyone knew her as that. It was peaceful and hectic all at the same time. Thankfully, she was now taking a small break. She graduated top of her class at Dartmouth, being valedictorian (I don't know what name they give it in college but you get the picture) and instead of going out looking for a job Bella, Alice and Rosalie set up a magazine together. Alice was the fashion editor, Bella was Editor-in-chief, while Rosalie was the entertainment editor. In its first year the magazine went off the roof. They established a company from it, which published Bella's books, created a fashion line designed by Alice, and was promoted and maintained by Rosalie. They had perfumes, clothes, shoes, accessories; they did human interest articles, all the works of a multi-national corporation. Together they were equal owners of a billion dollar company, and now, after two years it was time for a break. They had all been shadowed for the last year, and had found replacements to run the corporate area of the business while they focused on what they real wanted to do. They would still own it and gain maximum profit, but they wouldn't be working the business anymore, just the books and the fashion.

The reasons for this however were what really mattered. Emmett and I had been made captains of different squadrons in the force. We had done many missions and not one had been a failure. Now, we were in the middle of selecting members from a pool of the most established officers in the FBI.

I was glad that for some time, I was finally raking up my vacation. Though work was not a big overload, like the girls' it had taken a toll on me. I hadn't had vacation since I started and I was taking it now, because in less than a day were the highly anticipated nuptials of Alice and Jasper.

When Alice and Jasper graduated they both came to Dartmouth with us. Jasper started to study psychology, Alice did design. In their second year, Alice dropped out and started her own line. She was successful almost immediately; with her accurate predictions of the stock market she was able to get her line at the top, right above her all time favorite VERSACE. Unfortunately, that year, and the next that followed was really difficult for Alice. Jasper joined the Navy, and was deployed to Iraq almost immediately, leaving little Alice heartbroken, and devoid of her spark.

She moped and moaned, and cried, more than once Bella had to stay for weeks of time with her, just to get her to eat.

Six months after her left, Jasper was brought back, heavily scarred from Battle wounds. He was honorably discharged, and Alice and him went through a tough period of time, where he didn't find himself worthy of Alice because he was scarred for life. Throughout it all, Alice was there, and we were there for her. It took them three months, but they pulled through, and Jasper finished his career as a psychologist, only to start working in the best psychiatric hospital of the city. Three months after they fixed each other, he asked her to marry him. So we have come full circle.

Oh, wait, right, Rosalie and Emmett. Well, Emmett as I said was the leader of one of the two top squadrons in the force, and he was actually working really closely with international issues while I took care of the nationals. Rosalie, was very happy when in her second year of marriage she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, Lillian Renee Swan (nobody knew it but she got pregnant on the night of Bella's and I's honeymoon, only I could know because my dad did her medical).

Lily was beautiful, and almost three years old. She had long blonde hair, like her mother, but in bouncy curls like her father. She had the same attitude of Rosalie, down to the glare. She was feisty and tenacious, and adorable. Everyone loved her, and we all knew from early on she would be as much of a handful as Rosalie. Her eyes were not Emmett's hazel, or Rosalie's blue however, her eyes were exactly the color of her grandma Renee's a light grey that was rare and beautiful, just like her.

Of course, Rosalie being Rosalie, she had to give birth to her second child exactly two weeks before Rosalie's wedding, so she could get her figure back in time to be the maid of honor.

There second son Charles Henry Swan was born small, very small, but within the first week was up to almost double the size a normal baby would be at the age. According to Bella, her mom had always said Emmett had been the same way too. His eyes were Rosalie's blue but his hair was all Emmett, and already we could see his personality was just like that of his fathers, he was practically born smiling, with adorable dimples, just like his dad.

Rosalie had been so happy, so radiant, all she had ever wanted was to be a mom, she was always in a state of joy that was unequalled by all but Bella. And myself of course, we were the happiest people in the world, as of three months ago. It had been the most beautiful thing ever, we had been so worried. Bella had been throwing up, getting dizzy, tripping even more than often. I had taken her to the doctor, terrified for my wife, dreading the possibilities, only to hear it wasn't something bad, it was something wonderful, Bella was a month pregnant, even though she had been on birth control, she was pregnant and I was the happiest man alive. All in all my life was perfect. We all moved to Seattle, established ourselves there after graduation, and all lived in walking distance of each other in skyscraper penthouses, we had all made a name for ourselves and it wasn't a surprise to see us on E! or on ET, MTV or something like that. Alice's clothes were worn by the most glamorous movie stars and singers, by the first lady and by almost everyone, even the normal people, her clothes had ranges of prices and all were available to the public. Never did any of us go out if it wasn't a Brandon Original. Her parents didn't change however, they remained completely uninterested, it was a miracle that they would even be attending the wedding. Only two weeks ago had been Bella's first trimester appointment. We had both been so excited, we almost camped out at the doctors. When the doctor finally told us the news, we almost fainted in happiness. Bella wasn't having one baby, she was having two girls, TWINS!

Well let me know what you think, thanks for your concern I promise to make it up to you in updates and length, remember to give me suggestions about the lemons.