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When I woke up, my ass was hurting really bad and it took me a second to realize why, then a huge smile spread on my face. Edward had shared one of his firsts with me. It probably was a one-time thing, but we had done it.
I opened my eyes and realized that I was alone. The shower wasn't running, so that meant he wasn't here at all. Before I could panic that he felt guilty or something, I saw a note next to me.
My dear Mrs. Cullen,
I'm grabbing some breakfast for us. See you soon.
Love you always,
Edward
The boy was crazy.
I wanted to surprise him and slid off the bed then grabbed the red lingerie thingy and slipped it on. I knew he'd like it, but before I could glance in the mirror and see if it looked nice, I heard him coming back in the villa and rushed to the bed, feigning sleep.
I could smell muffins and my mouth watered and my traitor stomach growled loudly.
He chuckled and walked to my side of bed, lowering the thin blanket that covered me. He gasped loudly.
"Holy shit, Bella!"
"Hi," I greeted him with a huge smile, opening my eyes.
He bit his lip, glancing to the other side of the room then at my scarcely dressed body and after an audible gulp, his eyes focused on my breasts.
"Fuck it," he mumbled, tugging his pants down and joining me on the bed.
I looked to the other side of the room and saw a tray with breakfast. I felt my mouth watering and as Edward was pulling lightly at the red straps of the babydoll, I knew I wanted to eat first.
"Can we eat first?" I asked, looking back at him.
"Do you think I can eat while you're dressed like this?"
"I'll cover up."
"I already have the visual. Are you really hungry?"
"Well, you tired me out last night," I teased him, slapping his wandering fingers.
"Bella, you're killing me," Edward whined, rolling me to his side so I could feel him. Now it was my turn to forget about the food as my stomach tightened.
It didn't take long for Edward to be buried deep inside me, moving urgently. When I moved on top of him, his fingers started tugging at the thin straps and I felt them giving away under his strong hold. One strap, another strap and so on until I was naked and the babydoll was flung on the other side of the room. His hands and lips covered my breasts as he turned me around, pressing my back to the bed.
I was going to miss the honeymoon. I was sure we hadn't mastered this record of making love before. I had lost count of how many times we'd been together.
Once we were sated, I brought the tray to the bed and I buttered a few pieces of toasts as Edward filled the glasses with orange juice.
"What do you wanna do today?" he asked, munching on his toast.
"Something that doesn't require walking," I whispered, feeling my face turning red.
"Does it hurt?" he asked worried. "You should have told me to stop."
"It was good," I told him. That was as honest as I could get. It was true that it had hurt like hell, but not all the time and besides, it was something we hadn't done before. Either of us.
Edward huffed and drank from his glass, looking with narrowed eyes at me over the rim of the glass. My eyes went to his hand and I felt a smile tugging at my lips. Seeing the golden band there was never going to grow old. He realized what I was looking at and winked, making sure to clink the band against the glass.
While Edward returned the tray, unsure if he should keep it or not, I showered and got ready for the beach. I put on the black swimsuit, although my skin had felt burnt from the last time, but I didn't care. I liked the design and it had straps – might as well keep up the pattern. When Edward came back, he showered quickly and put his swim trunks on along with the stupid heart shaped frame shades and we left.
"I don't want to leave," he muttered, swinging our hands as we searched for a spot on the beach.
"Like I want to? But, what is nice must end, you know," I told him.
He sighed, helping me with the towel, then grabbed the sunscreen cream and told me to turn around.
We had to leave in one day and I tried not to think about it. I wanted this to last forever. We had had so much fun that it was hard to believe real life waited for us back in Chicago.
The whole day was spent on the beach and in the ocean, and at night when we returned to the villa, I wanted to stay on the hammock again. Edward laughed, but indulged me since I said I wasn't staying alone.
The next day, our last day, we went into the town to buy souvenirs since it was cloudy and not the right weather for sunbathing. Every store had the flag's colors and reggae music and of course, Bob Marley posters.
On our stroll, we heard a few locals talking about a storm that could hit since it was their season. That's when I remembered learning in Geography, so long ago, that in the summer there were storms in the Caribbean Sea. Great.
Edward assured me that those weren't clouds for a storm and that we'd leave tomorrow as scheduled. I believed him until we returned to the villa. The wind had picked up and the sand was coming in my eyes and mouth as we walked quickly to the villa. He kept my face pressed to his chest to shield me from the sand, but I could still taste it into my mouth.
After closing the windows tightly, we settled for the night. Edward hugged me tightly, promising nothing was going to happen. Yeah, like he was the weatherman.
Of course, when we woke up to the phone alarm, the sky was black and the wind had intensified. Was the plane going to leave?
Getting dressed quickly and packing the last minute things like toothbrushes and toothpaste, we were done on time. We managed to have a third bag with all the things we had bought and with all the bags zipped, we were ready to go. The second I opened the door, a swift wind blew over me making me shudder and take a step back, bumping into Edward.
"Can we stay one more day?"
"We better go before this evolves into some storm or tornado," he said seriously as he locked the door. I walked right behind him, clutching to his shirt on our way to the reception.
The boy behind the counter looked surprised to see us and started telling us to be careful because this wasn't winding down. We nodded, realizing this wasn't the kind of storm to pass overnight. When he took the key from Edward, he told us to wait and went behind a door quickly.
I shared a confused look with Edward to which he shrugged, yawning loudly.
The boy returned with a long stream rose and two swans that were beak to beak. "Congratulations on your marriage! I don't know if my colleague told you. This is customary tradition at our hotel," he said, offering me the items.
I stared at them confused then at him and grinned. "Thank you. This is thoughtful."
He smiled and turned to shake Edward's hand. Edward frowned, probably feeling just as confused as I was.
"I'll call a cab for you. Take a seat," the boy told us, waving a hand to the straw chairs.
"Do you happen to have some coffee-to-go?" Edward asked, leaning against his counter.
"We have." He nodded. "After I call the cab, I'll bring you two cups."
I went to the chairs while Edward remained standing and once the boy was off the phone, he asked about something to which the boy looked confused then nodded and showed him to me with a smile. Edward shuffled to me with the bag.
"But sit on the chair!" he said mockingly. "I want coffee!"
Half an hour later, we were in a cab, drinking coffee and listening to the driver worrying about the weather. When we reached the airport, he wished us a safe flight if we were allowed to take off.
Everyone was sitting around the airport and after a trip to the desk, we learnt that all the flights were canceled until the storm was over. And who knows when that would be?
Edward found an empty area close to one corner and dumped the bags, sitting on the suitcase as I sat on the duffle bag.
"Oh crap!" he exclaimed, looking at his phone. "I have fifty missed calls. I didn't hear a thing."
"You're going deaf," I joked, leaning my back against the wall.
"Everyone's called. You should call someone too while I call Mom," he advised me.
Taking my phone out, I realized I had about twenty missed calls too; must have been the thunders that didn't allow us to hear the phones or the bad reception.
I was scrolling through the missed calls, wondering who to call first when I realized Edward was already talking with Esme.
"I'm not dead!" he moaned. "Yes, there's a storm. We're fine." He rolled his eyes at me. "We're in the airport. It's safe, Mom."
I pressed Charlie's name and put the phone to my ear.
"Bella, thank God!" he answered right as the phone started ringing.
"Hi, Dad. We're okay, don't worry," I told him.
"It's all over the news how bad it's there. When you didn't answer, I called Esme and she said Edward wasn't answering either. Then your mom called worried and she said that there's a storm there too."
"Dad, take a breath. We're safe. We're in the airport."
He promised to call Mom and tell her we were okay. After Edward hung up, he pressed another name, shaking his head.
"You have to understand them," I whispered. "We'd worry too if it were someone else."
"I guess," he said, nodding. "But honest- Hi, Emmett!" he greeted his brother. "Yeah, actually, I'm calling from six feet under. Are you fucking insane?" he hissed into the phone.
My phone started ringing in my hand and I saw Mom's name flashing on the screen. It was going to be a long hour probably, to tell everyone we were okay.
By the time there were no more phone calls to take or give, we leaned back against the wall and each other, closing our eyes. When I woke up, I had fallen on Edward's lap and my joints were hurting so I straightened and stretched. Glancing outside, I saw that the sky was still black but because it was night and probably still stormy considering everyone was still scattered around the airport's floor.
I realized what had woken me up. About five feet away was a wailing baby and the mother was shushing him but to no avail.
Come on, make him shut up. I'm still tired, I pleaded her in my head, snuggling back in Edward's side.
Ten minutes later, and the baby was still crying; I huffed in frustration, realizing I wasn't going to fall asleep any time soon. Slowly, I got up and decided to use the bathroom.
"Where are you going?" Edward mumbled sleepily.
"Bathroom. Sleep."
"Mhmm."
When I returned from the bathroom, I made a detour to the shops that were still open. I bought a magazine I wouldn't have bought if I were home and then two large cups of coffee. Edward was awake and looking at his phone when I reached him.
"Coffee," I offered him.
"Crap!" he moaned. "You distracted me."
"From what?" I asked confused, sitting next to him and looking at the phone. "I wanna play too."
We took turns playing every possible game on his phone until the battery died.
"Now they can't call me again." He laughed, finishing the coffee.
Then we looked over the magazine learning about the Hollywood stars' lives until I knew everything about them. I started growing tired and after a look at my phone, I saw it was noon on Monday. I should have been at work. I think.
The sky cleared a little and around seven, the next morning, only two planes were scheduled to leave. One of them was ours.
Once on the plane, the captain announced us that we might have turbulences but not to worry and we would land on the first airport if the weather got worse. That was very promising. Suddenly, I wanted to be back in the safety the airport provided.
Remembering my admission, Edward took me in his arms as much as the seatbelts provided when we took off. The plane shook until it found the right wind to fly. I might have whimpered, but I didn't care. As soon as we were allowed to take the seatbelts off, I crawled in Edward's lap and stayed there. He chuckled at my childishness but held me tightly, kissing my temple.
"I guess this is a no to the mile high club," he whispered in my ear.
"I might pee on you if I need to go. I'm not moving until we land."
"Don't be ridiculous, Bella." He grabbed the plush swans and put them on my lap.
I snorted, but took them in my arms and clutched them to my chest. I felt like a kid, but this weather really scared me.
"You should try to sleep. If you're asleep, the fear is gone," Edward whispered.
"I can't sleep."
"Try. Do you want me to sing?"
I lifted my head off his shoulder and realized he was serious. "No, but the thought counts."
He pursed his lips, pressing my cheek back to his shoulder and started rocking me in his arms. My muscles started relaxing and then I heard it – his beautiful voice singing softly Lullaby by Billy Joel.
Good night my angel time to close you eyes
And save these questions for another day
I think I know what you've been asking me
I think you know what I've been trying to say
I promised I would never leave you
And you should always know
Where ever you may go
No matter where you are
I never will be far away
Good night my angel now it's time to sleep
And still so many things I want to say
Remember all the songs you sang for me
When we went sailing on an emerald bay
And like a boat out on the ocean
I'm rocking you to sleep
The water's dark and deep
Inside this ancient heart
You'll always be a part of me
I never heard the rest of the song as I fell into a deep sleep.
I woke up when my head made contact with something hard. I was shaking violently and I had no idea what was happening. After opening my eyes, I realized I was still on the plane and the shaking must have been turbulences.
"Edward," I whispered, looking to my side. He wasn't there, but I realized what I had hit with my head – the window. Where was he?
Before I could go into a full blown panic attack, he walked down the aisle and sat back down in my previous seat.
"Where were you?" I asked, snuggling into him, trying to ignore the shaking.
"Toilet. Not very pleasant during the turbulence. I don't recommend it."
I appreciated the joke, but I was too scared to say anything in return.
"What did you do?" he suddenly asked, moving my hair away from my right side of the face. "It's red."
"Oh, bumped my head on the window. I think. That's what woke me up."
I felt his lips on that spot then his fingers stroking the skin gently. It hurt and when I moaned, he stopped, dropping his hand.
After changing the planes, falling back asleep was difficult, but I finally managed to succumb again. Edward woke me up when we were about to land in Chicago.
While we were at baggage claim, Edward kept yawning and rubbing his eyes. It was then when I realized he hadn't slept at all.
"You didn't sleep," I said upset.
"I'll sleep when we get home," he mumbled, picking our bags.
We walked to the car and it seemed like twice the distance I remembered. Finally, seeing the now dirty car, I felt really home. We were back.
As Edward stuffed the bags in the trunk, I slipped in the passenger seat and closed my eyes.
"I should be the one sleeping, not you," Edward teased me, slipping in the car.
"I'm really tired," I admitted. "I have no idea why though. I feel like all I've done for the past two days was sleep."
"Well, you better stay awake. I need your eyes too."
Having come from the airport only a handful of times, I was still unfamiliar with what turns to take and when.
"Left or right?" Edward asked as we approached a crossroad.
I craned my neck after a sign that would read CENTER but there was no such thing. "Uh…"
He growled, slowing down to look around then after shrugging, he said something about 'ahead', but all I heard was the loud honk from my right.
I turned my head to my right, right in time to see a car coming toward us. "Edward, accelerate!" I shouted, but I couldn't recognize my voice. I was frozen, not even breathing as all I could see was the white truck.
Edward hit the gas but it was too late. The horrible sound of metal hitting metal filled the air then I was thrown into Edward's side as the car spun. He grabbed my arm, hugging me to his chest. The seatbelt was cutting against my neck but I didn't care. All I wanted was to escape alive. There was another clank and we finally stopped.
I didn't move from Edward's arms, unsure if I could. My legs felt like jello, my whole body was trembling like a leaf in the wind.
"Are you okay, love?" he whispered, unbuckling the seatbelt slowly.
"I think so. You?" I looked up at him, opening my eyes for the first time since I had heard the crash.
"I'm okay. Fucking shit!" he groaned, leaning his head against the back of his seat. "I should have slept."
I stroked his hair, moving it out of his eyes. "We're alive and okay. That's what matters."
"We should get out and see what happened," he decided after a minute.
I opened my door and got out on unsteady legs. People were already gathered like at the Circus. The other driver was a blonde bimbo and she looked like she was in high school. The typical rich daddy's girl. She hadn't even slowed down because I couldn't see marks on the asphalt.
We had stopped near a store, on the sidewalk. I cringed as I saw the back of the car. Had Edward seen it?
I looked around to see where he was and found him next to the bimbo, talking and dialing a number. She looked panicked trying to grab his phone.
Oh please, don't tell me she's underage! I thought to myself. Had she stolen Daddy's car?
Edward wrenched away from her hand and walked away, talking on his phone. Lucky he had thought to charge it on the plane.
"Back off, you fucking bitch!" he shouted when she kept whining.
This wasn't a situation in which he should get angry. It was our fault. We had gone in the intersection without looking left and right. I went to him, trying to calm him for when the police arrived to see what had happened.
He was rattling off the address from the building in front of us when I reached him. I put my hand on the small of his back to which he whirled around, a huge frown on his face. Then he sighed and wrapped his free arm around my shoulders, hugging me close and talking in the phone.
"Okay, so the police are on the way. Can you call Ed…uh, no, Dad?" Edward asked, running a hand through his hair.
"Yeah, sure. What do I tell him?"
"That I need to…"
"Yes?" I urged him.
"No, call Ed. I was trying to spare someone from knowing this, but apparently I can't." he sighed. "So, call Ed and ask what exactly I need in this case. I never had an accident before and he's a lawyer…he should know this shit."
"Uh, hello!" I waved my hand in front of him. "I work in the insurance department!"
"Oh, shit. That's right. So?" he asked, giving me a small smile. He was really tired. I could see it. The police man wouldn't be happy.
After telling him what documents he would need and making sure we had them, we just had to wait. No need to call and worry anyone.
The blonde bimbo was on the phone, crying and pleading with someone.
"I bet she's not even legal," Edward muttered under his breath as he glared at the right side of the car. "She fucking wrecked my baby!"
"The car can be repaired, Edward!"
"I know, Bella. Considering we're okay, give or take a bruise or two, the car is important. How the fuck are we going to get home? How will we open the goddamn trunk?" he hissed angrily.
When the police arrived, Edward went to their car with the bimbo and only came to me to get the documents. After what felt like hours, he returned to my side with one of the cops.
"I don't f…reaking know! I haven't tried," he snapped.
"Please try and if it starts, follow us to the station," the cop told him sternly.
Edward pressed the documents to my hands and went behind the wheel. The car started because the front was okay.
After hours at the closest police station, Edward was allowed to drive for another few days and then he had his license suspended for ninety days because he apparently had a couple speeding tickets that I wasn't aware of, and just earned another one now. The bimbo turned out to be sixteen and driving alone for the first time. She mistook the gas pedal with the brake.
"So fucking cruel!" he grumbled as he drove home.
"I could drive you to practice," I offered on a sweet voice.
"Stop twisting the knife," he moaned.
I giggled, lowering in my seat. I was still shaken, but convinced myself we were okay and there was no need to have a panic attack. It was over.
They're okay, no worries. I wouldn't hurt them.
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