Edward's POV:
While waiting for his friend at the airport:
How is it possible to develop feelings for someone you've just met? I can't fathom how it is possible. Yet, here I am, feeling things towards this woman.
Solicitously guarding over her as she slept on my shoulder, while we waited for Justin Gideon. He is the friend who owns the small jet. He also happens to be a retired agent, who happens to own a flourishing small trading and exports company.
Finally after an hour and a half of waiting, I heard a familiar voice calling me. "Cullen!"
"Gideon!" I called back, relieved at the sight of him, accidentally waking up Isabella.
"Is your friend here?" She asked, drowsily.
At the risk of sounding too girly, I'll say she sounded adorable, even with her voice thick with sleep.
"Yes, he is. Come on, we have to go. Just a few more minutes and you can go back to sleep, Isabella." I answered, as she groaned.
I quickly grabbed our bags and pulled her to her feet before making my way towards Gideon.
He takes Bella's bag and then nods before leading us out of the airport.
"So, how long is this flight going to be?" She asked, in a low voice.
"Oh, about ten to twelve hours." Gideon replied, politely.
I looked over at her to find her pouting as we all walked through the parking lot.
"Where are we going?" I heard her ask.
"Austin. That's where the airbase and the jet is located." Gideon informed her as we reached a black Silverado.
"You can sleep on the way, I'll wake you up when we arrive." I promised, helping her climb into the backseat.
"Alright." She said, before letting me shut the door and climbing into the passenger's seat.
She was out like a light, as soon as we got on the freeway.
"What's the deal with you and her?" Gideon asked as soon as she was asleep.
"She's my wife." I replied, looking out the window.
I turned to find him staring at me, wide-eyed. Before he let out a loud chuckle.
Fucker better shut the fuck up before he wakes up Isabella.
"No shit?" He asked, still chuckling at my serious expression. "How did she manage to catch Mr. 'I'll never get married'?" He guffawed.
Keep it up, asshole.
"It sort of just happened." I muttered evasively.
"I'll say." He replied, as he pulled into a parking lot.
"What are we doing here?" I asked confused, as he turned it off.
"Jasper called me earlier too, we're here to pick up a few things I'm supposed to give to you. If you find anything, anything at all. Don't hesitate to call me. I helped everyone get to safety. You'll both be safe with me." He promised, quickly handing me the small manila folder before getting out.
He came back a few moments later with another backpack.
I raised a brow at him in question as he handed it to me as he swiftly got back in and backed out of the parking spot. "What is in this?" I asked him.
"Amo. Weapons..." He said, smiling. "...and Money."
Classic Jasper. Always trying to be prepared. Never unprepared.
"Thanks. For everything I mean…" I whisper as he drove further into Austin.
"It's no problem. Besides I can't wait to tell Gemma, someone's finally caught your attention enough for you to marry them. She's goin' to die when she hears the news." He jeered, laughing again.
When he pulled into the air base, he quickly pulled out a badge and flashed it to the guard at the gate.
A man with salt and pepper hair greeted us as Gideon finally pulled the truck to a stop.
"Stf. Sgt. Jacoby." Gideon greeted, as he hopped out.
"General Gideon." The man replied.
General? Oh, right. This pain in the ass was also in the Air Force before he got the job at the Bureau. How did I forget that?
Probably because he was the head of one of the departments before he retired just two years ago.
"Is everything ready for the flight?" Gideon asked.
"Yes, sir."
I watched as both men quickly grabbed all of the bags and headed towards the Lear Jet.
I quickly walked back towards the truck and opened the back door to find Isabella curled into herself.
Without wasting time, I unbuckled her and pulled her into my arms.
"Are we in Austin?" She mumbled, sleepily.
"Yes, go back to sleep." I murmured back as she snuggled deeper into my chest.
"Thank you." She mumbled back, a moment later, before she fell asleep again.
I slowly climbed up into the jet, and quickly laid her down on one of the seats, before pulling out a thick afghan and throwing it over her.
"Are we ready to leave?" Gideon asked me a moment later.
I check that all of our bags are here before I nod in response.
"Great. I'll go tell the pilot. Get strapped in." He instructs.
A few minutes later we are airborne.
I make sure Isabella is alright before I sit in the seat next to hers. Minutes later, I too, find myself falling into a tired slumber.