DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS FROM TWILIGHT. THEY ALL BELONG TO STEPHENIE MEYER.

BPOV

We were now a week into our honeymoon and it had been absolutely blissful.

I didn't want to go back to Forks.

I didn't want to leave our hotel room.

It had been the most amazing week of my life and I was both excited and disappointed at the fact that we had a week left. On the one hand, we had another whole week to ourselves. Nobody else around, to do what we wanted. But on the other hand, we only had a week left of that blissful peace.

I gazed at my sleeping husband, lovingly.

Husband.

I still hadn't gotten used to that word, and I knew it would be a long while before I did. Looking at him, I still couldn't believe that this incredible creature was mine.

After he had visited the cemetery where his parents were buried he had had a nightmare. He had told me the morning afterwards that it wasn't a nightmare, but a memory. It was the memory of the day of his parents death.

We had stayed in and talked about it that day, not really caring that we were losing out on a day. I didn't see it as losing out, because all I had to do was be with Edward and I was content. It didn't matter to me where we were, who else we were with or whatever. As along as I was with him, I had all I would ever need.

We'd thought that talking about it would stop him from having the nightmare again. But we were wrong. He had it three more times over the course of the week. We had a therapy session, just the two of us, scheduled the for the week after we returned from our honeymoon, so we decided to bring it up then. Hopefully, they would be able to give us some answers.

I gazed down at him as he slept, knowing that I would be in trouble if he caught me. Not in serious trouble obviously, but you know, the average trouble for newlyweds. Not like I was complaining or anything. It was actually rather fun.

He was so peaceful and beautiful. It physically hurt my heart to think of what he had been through, but I always felt a swell of pride when I thought of where he had been not even a year ago, and where he was now.

"What are you thinking about, love?" His voice, still thick with sleep, made me start. I hadn't even realised that he had woken up. I may have been watching him, but it didn't mean that I was observant at all.

"You." I smiled, knowing he hated it when I gave him that answer. I don't know why. He still had some self confidence issues, and I reasoned that that was a branch off from that. His brow furrowed in confusion and I giggled at him, pressing my lips to his softly. "I was just thinking about how far you've come."

"What do you mean?" He shifted next to me, now lying on his side, facing me, his beautiful green orbs boring into mine as if trying to read my mind or search my soul.

I looked down at his arm, gently tracing the large white scar on his wrist. The evidence of his attempt at taking his own life. "Well, I was thinking about how far you've come in the last year." I looked into his eyes to see them full of confusion and …… regret? "I mean, just a year ago you were in a place so low that you would do this." I looked back down at his arm and he grasped my meaning.

"It's because of you." He whispered gently. "If it wasn't for you then I wouldn't be where I am now. I wouldn't have gone into treatment, I wouldn't be on my way to getting better. Hell, I probably wouldn't be here full stop." I opened my mouth to protest but he cut me off. "No. It's all because of you. You gave me the strength to fight when I didn't think that I would be able to. When I met you, I was in a place where nothing mattered to me. I didn't care about anything, least of all myself. But you…you changed everything." He smiled at me, gently brushing a strand of hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear. "You gave me a reason to live."

"It's just amazing how much things can change in such a small amount of time." I sighed, pressing my forehead to his lightly. "I mean, to think, a year ago, if someone told me that right now, I would be on my honeymoon, I would have laughed in their face. But ..." I looked around the room. "Here I am. With you. The most amazing man I have ever met, on my honeymoon. And I couldn't be happier."

"I'm glad." He smiled his gorgeous crooked smile at me and kissed me lovingly.

"And now, we have our whole lives ahead of us." I kissed the end of his nose gently. "You're getting better everyday, and even though I know that you may never fully get over this, I cannot wait to start my life with you when we get back to Forks. Even though I really don't want to leave here."

"Neither do I." He sighed. I could see in his eyes that he was happy. That's all I saw in his eyes nowadays. Gone were the days that his eyes held that haunted sadness I had seen that first day in Biology.

He was a completely different person.

And he said it was because of me.

I knew that on some level that was true. I was the first and only person, really, that he had ever spoken to about his problems. He hadn't told his family about anything that was going on in his mind. They had found out with Alice's discovery after he had attempted suicide. She had told me about when she'd found him. She told me how she had never been so scared in all her life. She had been told by Carlisle to check on him, as none of them had seen him all evening. And I knew that she, even though she was still haunted by the memory of seeing him there, was glad she did. If she hadn't, he would have died from blood loss.

But that was behind him now.

He was, I dare say it, happy.

"I have to say, that if someone had told me this time last year that I would be happy and in love with the most amazing girl in the world, I would have thought that it was some sick wind-up." He said, his voice laced with sadness. "I would have told them to stop fucking with me." He sighed heavily. "I still keep waiting for the dream to end and to wake up in the hospital in Chicago strapped to the bed."

"Strapped to the bed?" He hadn't mentioned that he was strapped to the bed when he was in the hospital in Chicago. Or maybe he had and I hadn't filed it away in my memory.

He nodded sadly. "I was on suicide watch for two weeks. Strapped to the bed, so I couldn't hurt myself again or run away." He gave me a small smile. "I've told you this already, love."

"Oh." I tried to remember when. "I guess that little bit of information slipped through the cracks." I eased my hand underneath his neck and interlaced my fingers behind his head. "Well, you're better now so…"

"Bella." He moaned.

He hated it when I referred to him as being "better" as we both knew that he wasn't one hundred per cent there yet. "Alright. You're …… ninety per cent better." I rectified with a smirk.

"I'd say eighty." He disagreed.

"Stop doing that." I scolded him.

"Stop doing what?" He pulled his head back, a confused look on his face.

"Putting yourself down." I reminded him. "It's not good for you to do that. You don't give yourself enough credit. You're further along in your recovery than you think. You're not giving yourself credit where it's due."

"No." He agreed with me. "I'm being realistic."

"Stop it!" I tapped him on the nose with my index finger, causing him to scowl mockingly at me. "Now, I want you to get in the shower and get your ass clean and ready to go out. I have no idea what we're doing today, but still. Go!"

"But-"

"No!" I shook my head. "Go. I give you leave to go." I pointed towards the bathroom door, unable to keep a smirk off my face as he sat up.

"What am I going to do with you?" He sighed, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my forehead. He stood up and walked into the bathroom, flashing me one of his adorable grins before he closed the door.

I flopped back down on the bed and sighed. I was happy. I had never even contemplated that I could be this happy. I had the perfect husband. I had a wonderful new family. I had my father who seemed to fit in well with the Cullens, even if he hadn't fully come to terms with the hyperactivity of the children yet. Something told me it wouldn't take too long for him to get used to it.

Too bad that my mother was being such an ass about everything that was going on. I wished that she would just get on board with everything that was happening in my life. Something told me that wasn't going to happen anytime soon, so I would just deal with her when I had to.

Just then, my phone began to buzz from its place on the cabinet on my side of the bed. I picked it up and looked at the caller ID.

Renee.

Yet again.

I groaned and cancelled the call. She had been calling me constantly for the last four or five days. I really didn't want to talk to her. She would just ruin my honeymoon and I wasn't going to let that happen. Whatever she had to say to me could wait until I returned home.

My phone began buzzing again as Edward emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his hips, low enough for me to get a good look at his now perfectly defined chest and abs, admiring the beautiful v-shaped muscles that tapered down, disappearing beneath the towel.

"See something you like?" He asked, a sneaky smile spreading across his face.

"Maybe." I answered cryptically.

"You gonna answer that?" He pointed towards my phone that was still buzzing in my lap.

"Mmmm…" I looked down at the annoying little machine. "No."

"Renee?" He knew all of my expressions, tones and mannerisms. He knew immediately when something was wrong. I didn't need to say or do anything whatsoever. It was endearing knowing that he knew me so well.

"Yeah." I nodded, happy that it had stopped buzzing. I extended my arms towards him, clenching and unclenching my fists, pouting, beckoning him to join me on the bed, in a way in similar to which a small child would ask for a hug from a parent. He grinned at me and walked over to the bed, climbing onto it and wrapping his arms around me. I sighed and leaned into his embrace, my arms encircling his waist.

We lay there for a few moments, me painfully aware that he wa only wearing a towel, and exerting an enormous amount of self control, resisting the overwhelming urge to rip it off and have my way with him.

That unfornately was killed when my phone started buzzing again. I knew who it was without looking at the caller ID.

"She's not going to stop calling you know." He mumbled in my ear.

"I know." I whispered back. "I really don't want to talk to her though."

"Might as well get it over with." He mumbled in my ear.

I sighed, really really really not wanting to. I really didn't want to talk to her, but unfortunately, Edward was right. He always was when it came to things like this. If I didn't talk to her now, she was just going to keep calling and ruin what I had left of my honeymoon with my amazing husband.

I flicked open the phone and brought it to my ear. "What?" I snapped, not bothering to be polite. I wanted her to know that she was pissing me off.

"Bella, that's no way to speak to me!" She sounded just as pissed as I was. "Now, tell me, why the hell you haven't been answering your phone!"

"Because I don't want to talk to you." I retorted. "I would have thought that was obvious."

"Don't take that tone with me." She snapped back at me. "Where are you?!"

"Why do you care?" I gritted my teeth and I felt the hand that wasn't holding my phone clenching into a fist. "It shouldn't matter to you where I am." I growled, wanting to end this conversation as quickly as possible.

"Well, I do." She hissed at me. She was getting me more and more pissed with every syllable she spoke.

"Ow ow ow ow. Bella? Bella? Love?" Edward moaned next to me. I turned to look at him and I saw that he had a look of pain on his face. "Do you mind, unclenching your fist?"

I looked down at my fist and saw that my nails were digging into his side. I hadn't even realised what I was doing. I quickly unclenched my fist and rested my palm where I had hurt him.

"I'm sorry baby." I mumbled, kissing him softly on his lower jaw.

"Is he there?" Renee growled at me down the phone.

"If you mean Edward, then yes he is." I retorted, my voice not much more tolerant than Renee's. "Now, what do you want?"

"I want you to come home." She hissed. "Now!"

"Um, well, sorry." I pretended to sound as though I was thinking about it. "No. I'm quite happy where I am right now."

"And where exactly is that?"

"I don't think I want to tell you that piece of information." I quipped, looking at Edward, who was grinning at me, trying not laugh.

"Bella." She sighed. "I know that you and that boy are now married!!" Oops! She knew. Busted!

"What's your point?"

"I want you home. Now!" She snarled.

"Sorry, Renee." I snarled her name, knowing how she hated it when I used it. "I'm staying right where I am. I don't want to talk to you anymore. Stop calling me!" I hung up the phone and placed it on the bedside table, leaning back into Edward's side. "I hate talking to her at the moment." I sighed, pressing a soft kiss to Edward's exposed chest.

"I know, love." He kissed my forehead gently.

"She know we're married." I whispered softly as he ran his fingers through my hair.

"Well, I guess it's better out in the open." He mumbled. "Right?"

"I guess so. Means we don't have to hide it from her anymore. Or worry about how she's going to react." My phone started buzzing again and I looked at the caller ID. "Argh!" I slammed the phone into the bed, not believing this woman.

"She calling again?!" He picked up the phone, looking at it his voice and expression disbelieving. Before I could stop him he answered the phone, flicking it to speakerphone. His expression was not one that I was familiar with. He was pissed. "Hello?"

"Where. Is. My. Daughter?" Renee hissed down the phone. "Put her on the phone. Now."

"You know what?" He looked at me, his eyes portraying what his calm voice did not. "I don't think I will."

"Excuse me?" I looked at Edward and I could feel my jaw dropping in disbelief. "How dare you talk to me like that you little-"

"You know, Renee, I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, because I thought that you were just looking out for your daughter. But, personally, I've had enough." My eyes widened as I listened to Edward basically telling my mother where to go. "Your behaviour is becoming ridiculuous now." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger. "I know that you know Bella and I are married, and quite frankly there is nothing you can do about it. Everything is finalised and legal and we are very very happy. And honestly, the way you're hounding Bella, is considered harrassment. Leave us alone." He snapped the phone shut and threw it in the draw that was in the top of his bedside cabinet before looking at me with a sheepish smile. "Sorry." He mumbled.

I looked at him in disbelief before crashing my lips to his and pushing him down into the softness of the mattress.

"Sorry?" I asked breathlessly, gazing down at him lovingly. "What on earth are you sorry for?"

"I shouldn't have answered the phone." He mumbled. "I could have handled that better."

I shook my head at him, smiling. "You handled that amazingly. I have never heard anyone put Renee in her place like that before." I giggled softly. "Imagine if she came face to face with the rest of your family."

"That would be amusing." He chuckled, wrapping his arms around me and clutching me to his chest. "Now, you need to get ready to go out. I've planned what we're going to do today." He grinned at me and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Planning on telling me?" I asked, skeptically.

"Nope." He replied smugly, popping the "p".

"Please?" I whined.

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"Bella!" He moaned, his head flopping back onto the pillows. "Can't I surprise you?"

"No." I answered smugly, causing him to frown at me.

"Why not?"

"Because."

"Because, why?"

"Because you know I don't like surprises." I reminded him, smirking at him. He knew that I didn't like surprises, just as he didn't. I was going to find out what was going to with him, if it took me all of my energy.

"I don't care." He smiled smugly at me. "Now. Go and get your ass in the shower."

"Or else…what?" I challenged.

"Or else…I won't be kissing you for the rest of our honeymoon." He smirked, knowing that he had me beat.

"Is that a threat?" I didn't know whether or not to believe him. He had spent years denying himself what he needed. Would he be able to do the same with my kisses. I liked to think not, but then again with Edward, you never know.

"Well," He smirked triumphantly, knowing he had me beat. "If you get ready now, then you won't have to find out will you?"

"I hate you." I growled at him.

He pouted at me. "No you don't. You love me." He grinned at me, relinquishing his hold on me. "Now, go on. Get your ass in that shower and get ready."

"Fine!" I scowled at him playfully and pushed myself off of him. "You'll get yours Mr. Cullen."

"Oh, is that so, Mrs. Cullen?" He asked playfully, propping himself up on his elbows, making himself look even more of a Greek God than he did already. I was having a hard time not jumping him then and there.

I grabbed some clothes before I walked into the bathroom, not bothering to lock the door. Hell, he was my husband. I didn't care whether or not he walked in while I was in the shower. He had seen me naked before. I turned on the shower and stepped in, letting the hot water wash away all the tension that had built up in my muscles over the course of the morning, what with Renee's phonecalls.

I grabbed my strawberry shampoo that we had brought with us and lathered my hair in it, revelling in the smell. Edward seemed to love the smell of my hair. I had no idea why. It wasn't anything special. It somehow seemed to entrance him. Something I found incredible. It was amazing to me, that I had the ability to do that to someone as God-like as him.

Washing out the shampoo, I ran conditioner through my hair before lathering myself in my strawberry bodywash. I rinsed myself down and grudgingly turned off the shower. I loved being in the shower. It made me feel safe for some reason.

The only other place I felt safe was in Edward's arm. No matter where it was, if I was with Edward, I was safe.

I stepped out of the shower and towelled myself dry, wrapping my hair up in a smaller towel. I dressed quickly, wanting to know what my surprise was, and hating Edward for it at the same time. He knew I hated surprises, and yet he revelled in springing them on me. I had married the devil. I smiled at my reflection, taking my hair out of the towel and brushing it through, letting it dry naturally.

I stepped out of the bathroom to find that Edward was already dressed and waiting for me. He looked gorgeous, standing there in his white button down shirt and casual jeans. I swear, if he hadn't planned something for us today, I wouldn't let him leave this room. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to his jaw.

"Ready to go?" He asked, placing his hands on either side of my waist.

I nodded and he smile at me. I unwrapped my arms from his waist and he bent down, picking up a basket and two jackets. I raised my eyebrow curiously, silently asking what was going on. He just smiled at me and tapped his nose, signalling that it was a secret and I would find out in due time.

Damn husband, I thought, trying not to react to his obvious teasing.

We walked into the elevator and we settled against the wall as the doors closed. I rested my head on his shoulder and he kissed the top of my head, lovingly.

We walked through the lobby hand in hand, feeling every bit as carefree as we must have looked. I had left my phone up in the room, not wanting to be bothere by anyone today. Especially not Renee. Edward had his phone on him so that we had some method of communication.

We walked out of the front of the hotel and Edward hailed a cab, letting me get in first. He set the basket on the floor and I knew that I was going to find out where we were going now, as Edward had to tell the driver where he wanted to go.

I should have known that he wouldn't be that easy to figure out. He took a slip of paper out of his pocket and handed it to the driver, who read it quickly and placed it into his pocket, giving Edward a knowing look.

Damned men! I thought angrily as we pulled out onto the street.

"When am I going to find out where we're going?" I asked, my irritation coming through in my tone.

"When we get there." He smirked at me, pulling a blindfold out of the basket. I shook my head at him. There was no way that I was going to be blindfolded for this journey. "Please, love?" I shook my head again and he pouted at me, his gorgeous eyes showing the faintest essence of hurt. "You wouldn't want to ruin it, would you?"

"Oh, Edward, don't look at me like that." I moaned, trying my best to stay strong. "Please don't look at me like that, love." I glanced at him again and I felt my resolve shatter into a million pieces. "Alright." I threw my hands up in submission. "Alright! Do what ye will. I am at your mercy."

The smile that spread across his face was one of triumph. God, I hate you sometimes, Edward Anthony Masen Cullen. I grumbled inside my head. He shifted across and tied the blindfold securely around eyes. After making sure that I couldn't see anything he took my hand in his own. I hated how he was able to break me down so easily. No one else had this power over me.

Just my sodding husband.

I still wasn't used to that word.

I don't know how long we drove for, but Edward's hand never left mine while we were moving. The only time it did was when we stopped and he paid the driver, thanking him. He whispered for me to stay put for a moment, and I knew he was getting out of the cab and walking around to my side to help me out.

I trusted Edward.

He wouldn't let anything happen to me.

After I heard the cab door close, he took my hand firmly in his and led me slowly in the direction he was headed in. I had no idea where we were. All I knew was that I could hear people around us. People who were probably wondering what the hell was going on. I could also hear …… water? I couldn't be sure.

We walked for about ten minutes or so, and I knew that we were on grass, as I could feel the softness beneath my feet. We stopped and he whispered for me to stand still for a moment while he sorted everything out.

Moments later, I heard him walk up beside me, and he took my hand, gently leading me forwards. I felt the ground change ever so slightly underneath my feet, but I wasn't one hundred per cent sure about why. I was sure I would find out in a little while.

"You can sit down, love." He whispered in my ear and I gingerly sat down, indian style.

I felt his hands come up slowly behind my head and gently untie the blindfold. I kept my eyes closed as he removed it from me head, not wanting to see it until he said I could.

"You can open your eyes now love." He whispered, sitting right behind me. I could feel his breath on my neck and it made me shiver in pleasure.

I slowly opened my eyes and I felt my jaw drop at the sight.

We were sat on the stop of a hill. I hadn't even realised there were any hills in Chicago. The scene before us was beautiful. It didn't compare to the lushness of Forks, but it was amazing in its own right. We were sat a little way away from the bank of a river, which was flowing, shining a brilliant blue underneath the brilliant sunlight, it's rays bouncing off it, causing the river to glitter as though thousands of tiny diamonds were floating on its surface. All around the river bank there were clusters of trees. Not huge ones, little short stumpy ones, which to me were just cute. Even though there were buildings surrounding us, it felt natural. They weren't invading on the beauty of the area surrounding us. They were just there.

"Well?" Edward whispered in my ear, sitting behind me. "What do you think?"

"Edward." I breathed, not trusting my voice at all. "It's beautiful."

"I knew you'd like it." He wrapped his arms around my waist and I leaned back into him. "You see that building there?" He pointed and I nodded. "That's the Sears Tower." I smiled. "My parents used to bring me here before they died. We used to sit closer to the river bank. Every Sunday we'd come here." He didn't sound sad about this. He sounded … relieved … almost to be here. I had a feeling that this was one of his favourite places in the whole world.

And I could understand why.

It wasn't that it was beautiful, because it was. It was because it was something he knew from his life before the Cullens. It was probably the only place that wasn't tarnished, by the memory of his parents death. It was impossible to sit here, with this view and not see only the good things.

He leaned over and I saw the basket that I had forgotten all about. He opened it and I saw that he had gone so far as to pack a lunch for the two of us. Was there anything that this guy didn't think of. I swear, he had everything covered.

He took out several tupperware boxes, opening them as he placed them on the blanket that we were sitting on. He had everything. Sausage rolls, mini sandwiches, chips, fruit, little mini cakes, sodas and he even had mini garlic breads that he knew I loved. He had gone all out for today and I couldn't help but press my lips to his in a passionate kiss. I brushed my tongue against his bottom lip and he parted his mouth, instantly granting me access.

We sat there like that for a few moments, tongues gently caressing each other, before he pulled away chuckling.

"You're forgetting, we're in a public place love." He smiled my favourite grin at me.

"Oops." I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I turned back to the food that was laid out in front of me. "Edward, this is incredible." I looked back to him. "When did you do this?"

"Last night, just after you fell asleep." He grinned at me cheekily, and I scowled playfully at him.

"You ……" I tapped him on the nose. "Are the sneakiest, most adorable, caring, sweet husband any girl could ever wish for."

"Well I wouldn't go that far." He shrugged.

"I would." I nodded my head, picking up a mini garlic bread and popping it in my mouth. It felt like there was a mini explosion of flavour in my mouth as soon as it made contact with my taste buds. "Where did you get these?" I asked, still chewing.

"I, um, I made them." He smiled sheepishly as my eyes widened in surprise.

"You made these?" I asked him, not quite believing what I was hearing. He nodded, meeting my eyes slowly. I saw a little colour rise in his cheeks as he was obviously embarrassed at the revelation. "Why did I not know that you could cook?" I turned to face him, staring into his eyes.

"Well, considering my aversion to food, I didn't it would be that important." He shrugged, looking at the ground.

I placed my index finger underneath his chin and lifted his head up so he had to look at me. "Not important?" I couldn't believe him. "What are you talking about? These are delicious! You, mister, are doing all the cooking when we get home."

"Oh, is that right?" He asked as I placed a sausage roll in my mouth, again relishing the taste as the food assaulted my taste buds.

I nodded, still chewing on the sausage roll. "Most definitely." I leaned forward and kissed him softly, gently running my hands through his hair.

I settled back down, leaning onto his chest, the both of us laughing and eating the food that Edward had prepared. For someone who had a huge problem with food, he was an incredible cook. I might have had some skills in the kitchen but they pale in comparison to this boys'. He was definitely doing the cooking when we got back to Forks.

But for now, we were both content in watching the river and families out enjoying the sunlight that beat down on them. We were happy in our own little world. Our own personal bubble, impenetrable to anyone on the outside. We didn't need anything else in the world at this moment in time.

All we needed was what we had.

Each other.

So I flicked back to the honeymoon. I hope you liked it. :D
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