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An hour later and it was still pouring cats and dogs. I wasn't upset as everyone was. Actually, I was trying very hard to contain my laughter as I looked outside.
Everyone separated in groups and was talking quietly. I was happy to be inside so I could take my sandals off. Emmett had put some CD in the audio system and there was soft music in the background.
"You know," Edward said from behind me, coming to my spot near the window. "They say that it's good luck if it rains on the wedding day."
"Really?" I asked surprised. "That's good."
"Yep. I don't mind it either. The way Mom acts it's like the end of the world has come," he said against my neck.
"And, the chances it was going to rain were so slim in this part of the country," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes and twining our hands against my stomach.
"Exactly. Oh, I might have eavesdropped. Without meaning to, of course," he added quickly.
I turned in his arms and watched his eyes twinkling. "Oh?"
"Yeah, Mom and Liz were talking about the honeymoon," he said quietly, glancing around. "I think it's somewhere warm 'cause Mom was telling Liz that Alice took care of the bathing suits."
"No!" I gasped.
"No? You don't want to go somewhere warm?" he asked surprised.
"Not that. Alice! Every time she shopped for me, I ended up with outrageous clothes I never wore. Or just once, for her," I said sheepishly.
"Now we'll have only what she has for us," Edward said thoughtfully. "She usually buys nice stuff for me."
"Because you're a guy and don't have tits to show off!" I hissed, pressing my forehead to his chest.
"Did you just say tits? That was hot."
"Edward!" I moaned, punching his shoulder. "I'm really afraid to see what she has for me."
He laughed, pressing his lips to my forehead. "How bad can it be?"
I decided not to answer and let him see that for himself. Alice was known for buying me minuscule clothes or extremely tight ones. And warm weather was perfect for that.
We joined the biggest group and talked for another hour until Esme came to tell us that people who were leaving wanted to say goodbye.
After saying goodbye and thanking them again for attending the wedding, it was only the family around the house.
"Everything is arranged, you just have to follow the instructions," Esme said, giving Edward an envelope.
"What's this?" Edward asked, shaking it close to his ear. That made everyone laugh.
"Instructions how to get to your honeymoon destination," Carlisle explain. "Alice and Rosalie took care of your luggage and made sure you'd have everything you may need."
"Thanks," I told them, trying to show them a bright smile. Inside, I was scared of what may be in that luggage.
"So we just have to go to the car outside and let them take us…somewhere?" Edward asked, scratching his head.
"Yes, from there, you open the envelope and it will take you to the destination," Esme said.
"Okay. Let's go." Edward got up from the couch and took my hand.
"Wait! You need to change your clothes!" Alice shrieked.
"I don't want to," I said seriously. I didn't care what people would think. I just wanted to get there – wherever that was – and have Edward take the dress off slowly then make love to him. I'd always had that image in my head and she wasn't going to spoil it right now.
Edward was already hugging Esme then went to Liz and after a second of hesitance, he took her in his arms. I hugged Alice who was closer to me, whispering that I didn't need to change my clothes and that I was grateful for the clothes she had bought. She relaxed and nodded, kissing my cheeks.
Once we hugged and thanked everyone, our luggage was loaded in the waiting car and after a teary goodbye, we slid inside the car. I had no idea who was driving until he turned to wink at us.
"Buckle up and no funny business," Bob announced to us.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Edward asked, punching his friend's shoulder.
"Driving you to Seattle since I'm headed that way too." He started the car, looking at us through the rearview mirror.
"So you know where we're headed?" I asked.
"Sorry, I have no idea. I'm just the chauffeur."
"Then you must act professional and not care of what may happen in the backseat," Edward told him with a smirk.
"I'm gonna kill you if you strain the fabric!"
"Ha fucking ha! Like I'd give you the satisfaction to see that!" Edward shot back, hugging me close, my back to his chest.
I heard them as they kept talking but all too soon I felt the drowsiness filling me and allowed myself to fall asleep.
When I woke up, at first, I was disorientated then I remembered I was in Bob's car. There were some weird sounds around, like someone was killing a cat, or a wolf in pain.
"Ahh uhh ohhhhhhhhh
Dirty Diana, Nah
Dirty Diana, Nah
Dirty Diana, No
Dirty Diana . . .
Dirty Diana, Nah
Dirty Diana, Nah
Dirty Diana, No
Dirty Diana . . .
Diana!
Diana!
Dirty Diana!
It's Dia . . .Aa . . .Aa . . .
Come On!
Uuh ohhh"
"BOB!" I shouted. My ears were bleeding.
"Holy crap!" he shouted, glancing at me through the mirror.
"Stop singing, for the love of God!" I moaned.
"But it's catchy."
"I know, but please. You're torturing the song. And I love it too much to let you destroy it."
He laughed and not one minute later, he started again.
I saw Edward's knee bumping hard in the back of Bob's chair. "Stop it, man!" he groaned sleepily.
"Aw, you're no fun. But you know the good part?" Bob asked.
"We made it to Seattle?" I asked hopefully.
"In thirty minutes we'll be there. But the good part is that you're going to hear me sing the whole CD."
"If you sing once more, I'm throwing you out of the car!" Edward muttered.
"Pity you don't know where to go."
"To the airport, right? It's obvious, Gravel."
Next song was Smooth Criminal and I found myself singing along. Edward gave me a weird look and pushed me on the other side of the backseat, mumbling about traitors. By the next song, Leave Me Alone, we were all singing.
"Man, I hadn't had so much fun in a while!" Bob announced to us, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel.
"You mean changing diapers isn't fun?" Edward teased him.
"I'll have you know that we're training her to potty in the big toilet."
"Training?" I snorted. "It's called teaching, Bob. You train a dog, not a kid."
"Same principles apply. You'll see." He winked over his shoulder.
I caught Edward's eye and from his face, he was thinking of Emmett's idea too. He gave me a small smile before closing his eyes and sagging back into the seat.
I stared out the window and when the airport came into view, I started growing excited. I was really curious of what destination our parents had chosen. Mom had told me I'd love it. I was sure I was going to love it no matter where it was.
"Wake up!" I shook Edward's arm. "We're here."
"Huh? Where?" he asked, rubbing his eye.
"The airport, dummy!"
"What did you call me?"
"Dum-"
"Guys, please don't start fighting!" Bob pleaded, stopping the car close to the automatic doors.
As I stepped out of the car, I realized I should have listened to Alice. Everyone was gawking at me. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to walk around dressed as a bride.
"Are you sure?" I heard Bob asking somewhat worried.
"Yes, man. Thanks for driving us," Edward answered.
"Well, I guess I'll see you around. Maybe visit you, dunno." Bob shrugged.
"It's not like we hadn't been living away for the past year," I told him, hugging him tightly. "Take care of yourself and your girls."
"Sure, I will. And you take care of him cause God knows he can't do it," Bob told me seriously, pointing his chin to Edward who gasped and clutched at his heart.
"Of course, I will!" I said seriously, stepping back.
"It feels more real that you're living across the country now that you're married," Bob said seriously, clearing his throat.
"I guess it does. We'll talk on the phone," Edward told him, catching his friend in a one-armed hug. "And say 'hi' to Mrs. G. from me."
"Sure, I will. She's really sorry she couldn't make it."
After saying goodbye, he hopped in the car and drove away, leaving us at the doors. With a sigh, Edward slung the duffle bag over his head, took out the bar of the wheeled suitcase and gave me the envelope.
"Let's go," he said softly.
"I feel bad you have to carry everything," I mumbled, walking through the doors.
"You have your purse."
"Oh yes, this is so heavy," I told him amused.
"Shut up and open that. Carrying luggage is man stuff."
I laughed, stopping at the plastic chairs and opening the envelope. With trembling fingers, I took out the tickets. Edward was looking at them over my shoulder.
"Jamaica?" We exclaimed at the same time and I turned to look at him with wide eyes. He was mirroring my expression.
After a minute when it sank in, I wrapped my arms around his neck and started jumping. "We're going to Jamaica!"
"Uh, Bella, people are watching us."
Nothing could stop me. I hadn't been this happy in a long time. "Oh my God! Aren't you happy?"
"I'm more shocked," he admitted. "But yes, I'm immensely happy and can't wait the get there and be alone with you."
"Me either! We need to call the parents and thank them. We're kind of indebted for the rest of our lives."
"Don't be dramatic. What time does the plane take off?" Edward asked, taking the tickets from me. "Shit! That's in half an hour!"
Grabbing our stuff again, we went to the security check-in line. If we stayed after everyone, we were most likely to miss the plane.
"Excuse me!" Edward made his way through everyone getting dirty looks and curses.
The guard was telling him to stay at the back of the line when I reached them. To my mortification, everyone started clapping around us. Fuck. It was the stupidest idea to keep the white dress on me.
We mumbled thanks and went first through the check-in. Just as Edward was tying his shoelaces, the next person in line recognized him. He panicked, tucked his shoelace to the side of the shoe and with a smile over his shoulder; he grabbed my hand and rushed to our gate.
"I'm starting to hate this," he grumbled.
After showing our tickets and going to the plane, the flight attendant that welcomed us inside, guided us to the first class. Edward even asked her if she was sure and she showed him something on the ticket, giving him a weird look. Before she could think we stole them, I explained that they were a present.
"Jesus, this is more than I thought…possible," Edward said in awe. "I've never traveled first class."
"Don't look at me." I raised my hands. "I haven't either."
After stuffing the duffle bag in the compartment above, he plopped on the window seat then stood up quickly. "You wanna stay here?"
I laughed at him. "No, no. Stay there if you want. I think I'll sleep some more anyway."
"Oh, cool." He sat back down, looking out the window.
I sat next to him, hiking up the skirt of my dress so I wouldn't dirty it. "This is so not the way I imagined it," I mumbled more to myself.
"Don't you like it?" Edward asked surprised, turning to me.
"Oh, not this." I waved around us. "I mean this." I pointed to my dress. "I've always had that image in my head…that the man I'd marry would take the dress off and then…you know…" I whispered embarrassed. "Well, it's a bad idea. Everyone is taking double looks or simply gawking and I'm sure the end of the dress is going to be black by the time we reach the hotel."
"Hotel!" Edward exclaimed, grabbing my purse and digging after the envelope. "Let's see what hotel they booked." He looked through the documents in the envelope then lowered them to his lap. "It's called Negril and it's for couples, especially newlyweds," he said shooting me a grin. "It's all inclusive. Look at this picture, it's so beautiful."
The hotel was on the beach and the style was perfect for a beach establishment. There were palm trees and blue ocean and white sand. Exactly what you thought of when you said Jamaica.
"I love it," I told him, returning his huge smile.
Just then the captain announced us we were about to take off. Fastening our seatbelts, Edward took my hand, leaning his shoulder into mine.
"I have a feeling this is going to be great."
"Me too," I announced to him, pressing my lips against his.
"It's a little large, isn't it?" he asked after a few minutes of playing with my fingers. We were in the air by now.
"What's large?" I asked, looking at our hands.
"The band. Do you lose weight on your fingers too?"
I burst in laughter, putting a hand over my mouth. He was so silly.
"What? It's a very sound question," he demanded.
"Uh, yeah. I guess I lose weight on my fingers too, but the size is perfect."
"Good." He nodded, brining my hands to his lips and kissing the back of them. Then he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and brought me closer. "Sleep."
When I opened my eyes again, I could see the clouds floating around. It looked like a fairy tale. Snuggling better into Edward's side, I sighed in content.
"Hey," he whispered looking down at me.
"Hi. Did you sleep?"
"A little. I was just remembering the first time I flew."
"Yeah?" I asked, titling my head to see him better. There was a light scruff covering his angular jaw. I wanted to lick it.
"It was when Esme took me away," he said softly.
I had to shake myself from the lust filled daze. "I'm sure you were fascinated."
"I might have drooled," he chuckled. "That was after I finally separated from Esme," he added quietly.
"Were you scared? I never liked the take off," I admitted.
"I wasn't scared of the plane or flying. It was the people around. Airports can be scary."
"Oh, I never thought of that."
"So you're scared of the take off? Why didn't you tell me before?" he asked somewhat upset.
"I'm a big girl, Edward."
"I'm here to take care of you. So if you're scared again, tell me." That statement made my heart melt and remember why I fell in love with him.
After we changed the planes, we ate the light snack the stewardess served. After our tray tables were cleared, I reclined my chair enough to try to get more rest.
"You should sleep too," I mumbled.
"Are you planning on keeping me awake the whole night?" he asked amused.
"The whole honeymoon."
"Is that even possible?"
"We can start a new record," I whispered, patting his arm before closing my eyes.
Just as I was about to fall asleep, I felt Edward nudge my legs.
"What?" I groaned.
"Keep your legs to yourself. I need to use the bathroom."
"Can I join you?" I teased him as he walked past me.
"I am sure you wouldn't like to have our first time as a married couple in a plane's bathroom," he whispered, bending to my ear.
I flushed, and nodded slowly. "Okay, when we return." Where was this courage coming from?
Edward chuckled and made his way to the bathroom. The last thing I saw was a teenage boy shooting up and stopping Edward before I fell asleep. I had no memory of him returning.
"Bella?" I heard Edward calling my name, but was so tired…
"Bella! Wake up, come on. We're landing."
I blinked a little then focused on him. The lights in the plane were on and outside was dark.
"Hey, sleepyhead." He pecked my cheek.
"Hi." I yawned, stretching. "What time is it?"
"Time to start our honeymoon," he joked.
"Honestly."
"Honestly," he confirmed with a huge smile. Then he looked somber. "Around ten PM, probably."
"I see. Do I have time to go to the bathroom?" I wondered.
"Only if you're quick."
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