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Chapter 100 Flight

She thinks she is coming with us?

Renee POV

"Mom, time to go," I heard my daughter call to me.

I was just making sure I had everything out of the drawers in the guest room of her house. I wasn't certain when we would be back or indeed if I would be back here anytime soon.

"Anything I can carry down for you, Renee?" Edward asked as he stood at the door to my room.

"No, thank you. Alice already has everything down there, Edward," I told him as I grabbed my handbag . . . and we headed down the stairs.

Everyone was gathered outside, Emmett putting what appeared to be the last of the suitcases in the trunk of a long black limo. Limousine. I must have looked startled as Bella walked over to me and hooked her arm through mine.

"The Cullen's take some getting used to, mom. They prefer a limo to drive them so they don't have to leave cars at the airport and we can all relax on the ride to Atlanta," she told me.

Relax.

That was going to take some doing. I really wasn't sure what I had gotten myself into, insisting that I come with them on their trip, but I just had to be with her and my grandson a little longer. I had the overwhelming feeling I was about to loose them, and I couldn't bear it.

Phil had taken the news of my not returning anytime soon well . . . sort of. He was kind of jealous I think, he was working all day training and there I would be enjoying myself on vacation. He understood though. I told him I just needed some more time with Bella and Masen and they had planned to go on vacation and had invited me. I didn't tell him how it really happened that I was going - that I had insisted. After the stock tip Edward had given him yesterday and the amount of money we made in just a few hours, I wasn't sure he was thinking clearly about anything anyway! Three hundred thousand dollars in a day. Not even a day, really . . . it was only a few hours.

Edward was clearly some kind of financial whiz kid . . . genius I guessed. Masen had certainly inherited a vast amount of intelligence and it wasn't just from my daughter. The child was advanced in almost every way possible and it seemed obvious that he understood things that were going on around him like no three week old could. No year old would.

Everyone piled into the limo, Carlisle holding the door for us all on our side as Edward held the door for his mom on the opposite side. I slid into the side seat, following Bella's lead, and when Edward got in, he moved past me to sit on her other side. Masen was already in the car, just beside the door and strapped into a car seat with Rosalie right beside him. He was holding a bottle with both hands and smiling widely at his mom and dad . . . such a cute little guy!

I could hardly believe he was my grandson. I had a grandson. Bella was an only child, and I had always wanted more children. This new one, Bella's son, gave me the opportunity to be a part of the growing up years of another child. Whatever else he was a part of, that baby had my blood running through his veins and I wasn't about to be denied my role as his grandmother!

"Anywhere in particular you're interested to see, Bella?" Alice asked her.

"Well, I can't wait to try the food in France and Italy, of course. I was hoping maybe Greece and Germany as well!" my daughter answered.

"You're going to just love the flat in Paris, Bella! It has the most beautiful view of the Eiffel Tower, and the shopping . . . well, it just doesn't get any better. Paris makes Rodeo drive look like child's play!" Alice giggled.

"Alice! Masen is NOT wearing designer clothing, understood!" Bella told her playfully but adamently.

Alice only smiled and laughed, gesturing to the outfit that the baby had on, "BELLA! He already is!"

Everyone laughed along with Alice and Bella. I guess they were used to Alice's extravagances.

"I don't know about Greek food, love, the Isle of Crete is sunny with little shade. It might not be enjoyable for you," Edward told Bella.

"Nonsense, Edward! Bella loves the sun and the heat! She grew up in Arizona for heavens sake," I admonished.

Emmett snickered and Rosalie rolled her eyes at my comment, but no one seemed to agree with me.

We arrived at the airport and a porter took all the baggage for us as we headed to a gate away from the main thorough fare. It had a small security entrance and was set somewhat away from the crowds of passengers in the airport terminal. We entered, Edward apparently checking us all in as we showed the attendant our drivers licenses and identification. It wasn't long before a man dressed in a black suit came and asked us to follow him. It was not until that moment that I realized we were not flying on a commercial jet, but a private one. We walked down the entryway and were greeted by a well dressed woman in black slacks and a white button down shirt, gesturing for us to make ourselves comfortable. We all seated ourselves in the over sized leather seats, two on each side of the plane. There were only eight of us, including the baby and Edward sat beside Masen allowing me to sit with Bella. Still, we only took up half the seats.

"Bella, I had no idea we weren't flying on a scheduled commercial flight!" I said to her, astonished.

"Mom, Edward thought this would be more comfortable with the baby. The plane has a bedroom where you can go in and shut the door if you want . . . he kind of thought this might be a little overwhelming to you," she whispered to me.

"Well, yes, I suppose it is baby, but you take the bedroom and rest with Masen, I'm fine out here, really," I said as adamantly as I could muster, not being sure that I believed it myself.

We were in the air now, had been for about fifteen or twenty minutes and Edward's siblings had gotten up and gone somewhere in the back of the plane. Edward stood in front of Bella and I, taking her hand and pulling her to stand with him.

"Renee, would you like some refreshments? There is food and a lounge with sofa's and television behind us. You would probably be more comfortable there and there is a bedroom just for you if you would like," he told me.

Bella unbuckled Masen and grabbed him up, heading to the rear with Edward and I followed them, not wanting to just sit by myself all alone. Rosalie took the baby as soon as she saw him and sat on the floor to play with him. Apparently they had brought him some toys to occupy the time.

"Your room is over here, Renee," Edward gestured.

I walked in to see a small room with a flat screen on the wall, chair and bed. It looked as though it had its own bathroom as well.

"Edward, really, this is unnecessary. You and Bella take this. She'll be more likely to need the privacy with the baby and all," I insisted.

"We have the bedroom at the rear of the plane. I agree that she might need something more private, but this is for you. Please feel free to use it. The flight is long, over 12 hours in all what with the two stops we have to make to refuel."

"Thank you, Edward. It's very considerate of you but wasn't this room for someone else, i mean before I insisted on coming?"

"No, I changed planes so that we could have this for you. The original plane only had a bedroom for Bella and I," he said somewhat sheepishly.

He had altered even the plane they were chartering because of me. I knew money meant nothing to him, but still . . . he had gone to the trouble of being so considerate.

"Just be comfortable, mom," I said after Edward left to join the others, "I don't need a bedroom either . . . except that I think Edward had ideas of joining the mile high club," I snickered.

"Bella!" I laughed with her, knowing that she was probably right. They were young and in love and neither of them seemed shy about showing it.

Bella and I ordered our dinner, selecting from several choices, but no one else ate. They didn't even want drinks. Odd . . . maybe they had all eaten just before we left. Anyway, Bella and I were starving and devoured the meal as well as dessert while Edward sat with us playing with Masen.

We picked out a movie after dinner, the guys allowing us a chick flick without too much protest. My new son in law and daughter were almost making out on the sofa in spite of everyone else being in the room. Honestly, sometimes you would think they were seventeen year olds, not almost 20, married with a child!

Rosalie, Alice and I enjoyed the movie and I almost cried, as usual when I saw a happily ever after. Bella excused herself, taking the baby to her room to nurse him. Though she always nursed him in private with Edward, I decided to follow her this time. Surely she would not object to her mom being in the room with her. She sat down on the bed and Edward opened a suitcase of hers and placed a couple of items on the bed, including wipies and a diaper.

"Do you mind if I sit with you?" I asked

She quickly exchanged glances with Edward, and I thought I saw him nod, though I couldn't be sure. He was talking to Masen, telling him to be a good boy as my daughter unbuttoned her shirt and undid her bra, exposing her breast . . . clearly not being modest about there being a man in the room. She put a piece of plastic, a shield of some sort over her nipple before offering it to Masen and I must have been staring because Edward told me that they were just a precaution, since Masen had so many teeth.

The baby slurped hungrily and Bella soon handed him off to Edward to change his diaper before she offered him the other breast. She seemed relaxed and Edward rubbed her back and shoulders while she nursed and chatted about nothing, . . . how nice the plane was, how smooth the flight so far, where were we stopping to refuel and where was it that we were going first, anyway.

"Paris, sweetheart. Alice insisted that she wanted to take you two to a couple of salons that she knows for a girls day out," Edward explained.

"Edward! You know what that means if the little pixie has her way! Hairstyles and facials and manicures and who knows what else they do in a salon," Bella fussed.

"Mud wraps and massages," Alice chimed in, obviously having heard us out in the lounge area.

Edward was laughing at the horror stricken expression on my daughter's face.

"Just wait, mom, you're in for it too," she pouted.

"Yes, but the difference, dear, is that I just might enjoy it!" I told her, a loud 'yea Renee' coming from Alice in the other room.

"Renee, I wonder if you would mind taking Masen for awhile. Bella looks tired and I thought that we could turn in for the evening," Edward told me.

Bella blushed. I knew what Edward really meant. Their routine was just the same at home, after she fed the baby in the evenings, Masen would stay downstairs with an aunt or grandma while they 'rested'. Code word for 'fooled around for hours'. I chuckled to myself as I pulled their door shut. I remember being young and in love.

I played with Masen for a couple of hours and he was showing no signs of tiring, but I was. Rosalie offered to take him and I said my good nights, falling asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow in my room. The sun streaming in brightly through the windows woke me, apparently several hours later as I felt completely rested and ready to start another day. When I emerged from the cabin, the hostess asked if I wanted coffee or breakfast, which she brought me within only a half hour or so of my asking. Masen was sleeping in Rosalie's arms, but everyone else was up, Alice flipping through fashion magazines with Rosalie looking on and the boys playing a video game. There was no sign that Bella or Edward had been up during the night and Alice confirmed that she had not seen them come out of their room.

"Alice, what is that sound?" I asked as i finished my second cup of coffee.

"Nothing important, Renee. Would you like to look at the fashions we can shop for with us, the magazines give you an idea of what to expect in the shops," she trilled gleefully.

I heard it again - but it must just be my imagination playing tricks on me. I sat with the girls and looked at the fashions that they considered in . . . and wondered what the prices of things like that were. We were laughing at some of the photos, silly designs that were not practical at all, and though Alice and Rosalie were quite thin, they would have had to be sticks to ever wear some of those dresses!

This time there was no mistake.

"Alice! What the hell is that noise?" I demanded.

A loud grown was coming from the rear of the plane, from in the room with my daughter. It was enough to frighten me and I was sitting with four other adults.

"Renee . . . ," Alice said timidly, ". . . sometimes, well, Edward seemingly likes to growl."

"Alice, I'm not an idiot. No one could make that noise, what the hell is that?" I said as I stood and walked to the door to their room and knocked.

"Bella, Bella dear, are you alright?" I all but yelled. The door was locked or I would have gone right in!

Emmett was rolling on the floor laughing . . . literally, and jasper wasn't far behind him as i stood there, waiting for an answer.

"I'm fine mom. Go Away!" my daughter all but yelled.

Then I heard her cry out his name, and it was not the sound of her being in pain. I returned to my seat next to Alice, I'm sure looking redder than I had since I had opened the door at my house and seen them on the floor on the bed they had just broken.

"Why didn't you stop me, Alice?" I scolded.

"I told you, Renee, but apparently you need to discover things for yourself before you'll let it go," she smirked.

She was right . . . and I had a feeling there would be lots of discovering on this trip! I settled back into my seat as we descended for our last refueling stop and admired the scenery. Amsterdam I think they said. It was all quite dreamlike . . . I never ever thought I would get to travel much, other than the road trips I took with Phil. This trip, the way the Cullen's apparently traveled, was more than I had ever imagined.

~oooOooo~

BPOV

"I really did just want you to be comfortable," he tried to convince me again as his fingertip stroked down the side of my breast and the corner of his lips turned up giving me that crooked smile.

"Can it, Cullen. You wanted to join the mile high club and you know it!" I smiled.

I was lying with my head on the shoulder of the man I loved, my husband, as we crossed the Atlantic, headed to Europe. I hadn't even bothered to ask where. It didn't matter. The plane had two bedrooms, one for my mother and the other for us. Though my husband did not require sleep, he had certainly not left the bedroom yet, well, except to bring Masen in to feed, then take him back out to Rosalie. Rose had taken charge of Masen, other than Edward and I, and I could see that she was not too thrilled that Renee had come along as it would cut down on her Masen time. She was dealing with it, but I would need to get my mom to go shopping or sightseeing with me for awhile each day just to let Rosalie have some uninterrupted time with the baby.

The change in Rose was amazing. Gone was the bitchy, have to look perfect and everything for me, sister that had once detested me. I suppose her argument for me staying human didn't exist anymore. She thought I was giving up too much, giving up the possibility of having children and a family to grow old with. Turns out, the only thing I would be giving up was the growing old part, and I could live with that.

"Are you tiring of me, Mrs. Cullen?" the naked vampire in bed with me asked.

I could only stare at him, my hands holding his face inches from mine as I looked at him incredulously.

"God, no," I answered.

"Well, normally when I do this," he said as he fondled my breast, "or this," he said as he sucked the nipple into his mouth, "or this," he said as his fingers drifted between my legs, "you focus on me, but your mind seems elsewhere."

I moaned. Loud. There was no doubt that he had my attention now as I grasped him and he moved to rest his hips between my legs. I was driving him absolutely wild.

"Do we need to do this in each time zone during the flight, Mr. Cullen? I think there are five of them and you're already done with four," I laughed, stroking his beautiful face.

His movements were somewhat erratic, his breaths coming ragged and hard . . . kind of unusual even for Edward.

"If we're only going to make love once more before we land, I need to be inside you . . . now," he said hoarsely.

I stilled my hips rocking against him and brought both hands to cup his face, pushing it a little distance above me so that I could stare into his coal black eyes. Something was off, and he needed something from me.

"Edward, you know I love you more than anything, right?"

"I know you do, love, as I love you . . . ," he immediately answered.

"And you know that I will never leave you and you will never leave me, right?"

"Never. I will NEVER leave you again, Bella," he insisted emphatically.

His movements against me stopped, his attention fully focused on whatever it was I was about to say to him.

"Well, I want something from you, sweetheart," I told him so softly it was barely a whisper.

"Anything. I will do anything for you, love, buy you anything . . . take you anywhere you want to go . . ."

"Edward," I said as softly as I was capable of, kissing the very edge of his lips while I still held his face in my hands.

I trailed kisses across the angle of his jaw and to his ear, taking much longer to answer than necessary. He was beside himself, I could feel his tension and need growing. Still, I continued my slow, soft kisses to his neck. Ever so softly, I put my lips to his ear and whispered to him.

"Edward, I want you to pick me up and hold me, sweetheart."

Done. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with me straddling him, sitting in his lap, his arms around me holding me to him. My lips never moved from his ear.

"Now, I want you to stand up, baby."

We were standing before my lips closed, one of his hands under my bottom holding me up and the other around my back. It was effortless for him, and I knew that. Though I really had no concept of just how strong he was, I knew this was not difficult in the least for him.

"Is this what you wanted love?" he asked as I felt his cool breath on my neck.

"Yes, baby. Now," I whispered as softly as humanly possible, "I want you to stand here . . . and fuck me . . . hard."

It took a moment for my words to register with him, his arm behind me loosened so that he could lean me away from him long enough to stare into my eyes. He needed to see my face to know that I meant what I had just said, that he hadn't imagined it.

"I don't want you to touch anything but me, sweetheart, no holes in the walls of the plane or furniture torn up . . . but I need you to fuck me. I need all of you, Edward, everything just short of hurting me."

He came unglued. His face became angular, his eyes a deeper black than before and his purring turned to a growl, complete with something of a snarl on his face as his lips pulled back, exposing his teeth. There would be fingertip bruises where his his hands held my hips, but it wasn't as though he was hurting me. I encircled his length, scissoring him between two fingers and using my hand as padding between us to absorb some of the impact from my husband so that it wasn't bone on bone. He was beyond noticing, moving me up and down so fast it felt as though I was vibrating. I felt my muscles start to tense . . . and so did he, as he doubled his efforts. His mouth consumed mine, his tongue exploring every crevice in mine as he kissed me fiercely. It was my turn to come unglued. Had he been human, there would have been deep trenches in his back from my nails, and his lips would need stitches I was biting his lower lip so hard. He muffled my screams as best he could, but I was sure he was occupied trying to contain his own as well.

We actually fell back onto the bed, my body wrapped around his and both of us breathing hard, trying to regain control.

"Is that what you wanted, love, you wanted your husband to fuck you?"

"Ummmn, yes, I did want that . . . and you do it so well, sweetheart," I said as we held each other close and nuzzled our faces together.

It took a few minutes for my heart to slow and stop pounding out of my chest, and my breathing to return to some semblance of normal so that I could even think about talking.

"So, where is it that we're going? What country are we landing in, sweetheart?"

"Well, we have to make one more stop to refuel, then I thought we would start off in Paris, since your Mom is with us. We have a flat downtown there, and Alice is dying to shop," he told me.

"A flat?" I asked.

"Yes, a one level apartment. It's the whole floor, actually, with enough bedrooms for us all. I thought since we had all fed before we left home, we could stay in the city for a few days before exploring more of the countryside. The flat is mostly for Alice's benefit, she loves to shop in Paris."

"You've thought of everything, haven't you?" I smiled.

"I tried, love. I even made a file on your laptop of all properties owned . . . joint assets," he laughed.

I slapped him lightly on the chest at his teasing me.

"I just wanted to know what our options were and you know it! The only assets I'm interested in right now are lying beside me," I told him as I stroked him from base to tip and lightly scratched through the curls between his legs..

He loved it when I scratched him anywhere, but especially there and on the inside of his thighs.

"Have we not accounted for all the time zones, love?" he asked playfully, his hand ghosting down my side and across my bottom.

"We have. Hasn't all that effort made you the least bit thirsty?"

He stared at me with the strangest look, shock really.

"EDWARD! I meant for milk, geez, I didn't mean thirsty thirsty for heavens sake . . . not like vampire thirsty!

He was laughing so hard at me trying to backtrack from that statement that it was a good thing his breaths were unnecessary, he would have been finding it hard to breath for laughing so hard. He was literally doubled over with his arms curled over his chest and his knees drawn up!

"I love you, Bella! I know what you meant, sweetheart, I just couldn't help teasing you," he said as his laughter died down and he crawled on all fours across the bed and over the top of me, trailing kisses from my stomach to my lips.

He settled himself in his favorite spot between my legs, his body covering mine. He caressed my breast with his hands while sucking on my neck and that little spot he loved just under my ear before he latched onto me to nurse. My body immediately went rigid with pleasure, startling him somewhat as he pulled away from me and looked up to make sure I was alright.

"Oh My God, Edward! That feels so amazing, so good I can't even stand it baby. Please don't stop . . . don't stop!" I told him, I'm sure my expression looked like something wild as I writhed beneath him.

He smiled in spite of the vampire features that were so distinctive on his face right now, a semblance of the crooked smile I loved emerged as his lips latched onto my nipple again and the tickling feeling that started to go through them as milk was released into his mouth. His hips were more involved this time, thrusting into me with each stream released as he nursed from me. He didn't hold me in a vice grip like he had before, he grasped the bed on either side of me and allowed my arms to be free to hold him and stroke down his back and run my fingers through his hair. I met his thrusts, driving him into even more of a frenzy so that, like always, when one side was drained and started to get uncomfortable and I broke his suction with my finger he growled at me. He growled so loud this time that I was sure everyone heard. As he moved to drain the other side, there was a knock at the cabin door.

"Bella, Bella dear, are you alright?" I heard the worried voice of my mom call out.

Edward paid no attention except to hold onto me instead of the bed. It was obvious that disturbing a vampire feeding was not going to be possible, I mused.

"I'm fine mom. Go Away!" I all but yelled, finding it hard to muster anything but moans.

She must have gotten the message because I didn't hear anything else from her, and my full focus shifted back to my husband and the impending orgasm I was having . . . again.

~oooOooo~

Author's Note: Now, about this chapter -

Yes . . . there is lots of sex, but there is a reason for that - Edward's needs are growing as it is his first year of being a mated vampire!

Yes . . . Renee is ACTUALLY on vacation with them, as horrific as it seems . . . we will make the best of it!

Yes . . . the little Pixie got her way and she has some things in store for Bella in Paris! Brazillian?

Yes . . . Tanya and Aro will be a part of this story . . . eventually!

Thanks for sticking with me and let me hear how you feel about this chapter!