My Idea for Breaking Dawn: The Ultimate War
The werewolves refuse to allow Bella to marry Edward and become a vampire. They are willing to do anything--ANYTHING--to stop that from happening. More barriers threaten to keep Bella and Edward from acquiring their ultimate happiness and they must once again fight for what they want--what they NEED.
41. Chapter 41: Utopia
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I was in my very own Utopia--I was sure of it. Didn't this kind of ending only exist in fairytales. Nowhere was it written in any other reality that such happiness could be given to one person.
I followed him into the cabin, revelling in my ability to do so with the same grace that he did, without tripping on the steps.
"I'm sorry," I said, trying to hide my frustration, "Are you saying that the cabin is yours too or that you are mine? You didn't quite--" My breath caught in my throat as I froze and took in my surroundings. "Make that clear." I breathed, looking around now.
Immediately to my left was a staircase wounding up to a second level, which I would actually have to climb in order to see the second level. To my right was a small closet to keep coats and shoes.
I walked in a little further the living room that had a huge natural gas fireplace with an on/off switch and a gold mantle surrounding it with ornate carvings delicately made into the metal, the top of the fireplace having the name: CULLEN engraved in it.
I couldn't breathe, as I traced the gold with my fingertips. "Is this real?" I choked out.
"What do you think?" Edward asked, with a slight smile.
I examined the rest of the room, seeing a leather couch set, clearly brand new, one the long extended couch, and one a smaller couch, made for two people, and then a recliner beside that.
A one-of-a-kind built-in plasma TV with surround sound filled the main wall.
Edward smiled, "Yeah, Emmett and Jasper made me buy that. I broke our other one, so they made me get a new one. Had to go all the way to Japan to get it."
"When was this?" I asked, with a smirk.
"After Italy. When we came back and Carlisle decided that we had to change you, remember how I went into the living room and something broke?"
"Something." He pointed to the TV, "I really lost it and broke our plasma TV that Emmett bought...one of the first ones ever made. He wanted to kill me, but Carlisle compromised and decided to kill me in his own special way by making me leave you and go buy a new one."
"Why didn't I know about this?"
He shrugged, "It didn't matter. I managed to do it while gone hunting and it didn't make me lose much more time with you, so it all worked out."
I chuckled, "You're insane. Why not just settle for a regular 32" like normal people?"
He raised his eyebrows, amused, "I don't think I have to tell you that we are the farthest thing from normal."
"Yes, but what happened to fitting in?" I challenged. "Being as normal as you possibly could. Trying to be human."
"Humans have luxuries like this." Edward argued.
"Yeah, and those humans are, like, freakin' billionaires with no lives. I don't know one human with half the stuff you have."
"True, but in my defense, you also don't know very many humans. I know more than you do. I've seen a lot more of the world than you have and I see quite a few luxuries like this nowadays among even the most normal of people."
I rolled my eyes, "You're pathetic. Are you really going to even watch it?"
He shrugged, with a sheepish smirk, "Probably not...at least, not for a good long while." He looked to me, "Give me a couple of centuries alone with you and maybe one day I'll look at it and say: 'Hey, let's put that thing to use.' " He broke off laughing and pulling me in for a hug.
"So...what's the point of it exactly?"
"The point is...even though, you don't want it and I honestly don't really care for it, Emmett and Jasper can't live without watching their pro-ball on their plasma TV. It just doesn't have quite the same effect."
"Ah..." I said, trailing off, "Well, since I don't care for pro-ball at all..." I forced a semi-interested smile, "What the hell am I supposed to do while you boys indulge in something that tortures me to my very core?"
He slid his hands down to my waist, holding me against him, "You didn't seem to mind it so much when I was playing?"
"Duh." I gestured to him, "It's not the game I liked; it was the player."
He nodded, "Uh-huh...well, you could always go shopping with Alice and Rose while we have our fests?"
I grimaced and shuddered, "Ugh, disgusting. Shh...you're gonna give Alice ideas. I'd rather die than do that alternative. Don't put me through that hell."
He smiled and rested his forehead against mine, "Well, like I said, I have no interest in it. While they watch it, you and I can simply have some alone time."
"Wait; what?" I asked, "What do you--are they coming here?"
"Not right away." He admitted, "When we're ready for them, we can call them and they'll meet us here. Until then...we have the place all to ourselves."
I smiled, "This is...you are just..." I trailed off, hating myself for not having the right words, as they did not exist. "I loathe myself." I said, burying my face in his chest.
He chuckled and held me closer. "I know exactly how you feel. But, to be fair, I have more reason."
I pulled away, "Okay, let's not do this...it'll never end."
He smiled, "Okay...fair's fair. Then, in that case, let's do something else you will absolutely hate me for."
He turned around and I hugged him from behind, resting my chin on his shoulder, kissing the side of his neck, "I could never hate you."
"I doubt that." He said, tauntingly.
"Try me." I challenged, regretfully withdrawing my arms from around him and releasing him.
"Close your eyes." He commanded.
"Why?" I asked, suspiciously.
"Just do it." He said.
"What am I; a Nike commercial?"
He inhaled deeply, in irritation, and turned around to look at me.
I smiled innocently and he grabbed my shoulder, forcing me to turn around. "Close your damn eyes, woman."
I snorted, "Okay, okay, calm down, will you? My eyes are closed." I pretended to close them, but he knew me too well to know that I was just faking.
"I'm not doing anything until your eyes are closed." He warned. "Go on; keep on playing; we've only got forever. In case you haven't realized it yet, that is a long time."
"Fine!" I closed my eyes, with an irritated sigh.
I heard him walk around me and open the DVD player. "What are you doing?"
"Shush." He nearly growled.
I rolled my eyes, even though they were closed, and obliged, still listening for some sign as to what he was doing.
I smirked, and made to channel his ability to read his mind, when he said, "Okay...go ahead, open your eyes."
Damn, just when I was about to put this thing to good use. I opened my eyes and saw he had put on a DVD of us at our wedding.
"Oh, my...God...what...what is this?" I asked, frozen in place.
He too was frozen in place, struggling to analyze my expression. "Alice...had it made for us. Well, for me more than you. I'm sorry; I know you don't exactly want a memory of it, but I needed some kind of momento of the greatest day of my life. It was the day my life truly began...and I couldn't exactly let it go without something to remember it by."
"No, I..." I struggled to explain to him that it didn't matter, but decided to do the easy thing first. "How did she even do this?"
He smirked sheepishly, "Yeah, Alice's flowers?...weren't flowers. There was a video camera hidden in them. I'm so sorry, Bella. And, I know that you want nothing more than to burn this DVD and pretend the whole thing never happened, but I--"
"If by burn, you mean burn a copy for myself, then you are absolutely right." I contradicted, "Edward, I--" Again, with the loss of words... "I married you because I wanted to."
"Really; because I got the impression that the you were completely repulsed by the whole idea of marriage and that you simply married me to get your end of the bargain."
"A good point." I admitted. There was a time when I did only want to marry him so that he would give me what I wanted...but, to be honest, that was then. And now... "That doesn't matter. Not anymore. There was another reason why I married you. I married you because I love you and nothing in the world is more important to me than your happiness. Once I got over my selfish reasoning--"
"It wasn't selfish--"
"Edward, please, just let me say this. I know that you think I'm simply saying this to make you feel better, but hear me out. I'm not just saying this for you. I'm saying it for me. Because, it's the truth. And, it's time I admitted that to myself."
He simply stared at me, waiting.
I approached him and took his hands in mine. "I hated having marry you to get what I wanted. I really hated it." Why was I saying this to him? It would only hurt him. "But, I didn't just do it for me. I did it for you. It was all for you."
"No, it wasn't." Edward accused, pain filling his features, "Bella...you don't have to lie to me. I know what you gave up for me and I am eternally grateful for that. I will never...ever be able to tell you what that means to me...what you mean to me...But...it doesn't matter to me why you did it. It's the fact that you did it. You went against everything that you believed in for me and...God, I hate myself for making you do that."
"No, Edward, listen to me. I didn't give anything up. I thought that I would be giving up everything...my parents, Jake...but, in the end, I realized that...none of that mattered. Jake wasn't who I thought he was...and...as much as I love my parents...I don't need them half as much as I need you."
I took his face in my hands and kissed him softly on the lips, "As you once told me: you are my life now. You've always been my life. Before you, I was nothing. Call up the others and ask. It wouldn't take long. They'll tell you...you made me what I am today. You made me strong and graceful and who would've thought, even beautiful. How could I have denied you marriage when this was what was in store for me? I'll admit...when you asked me...I was terrified. Of marriage, yes, but mostly of disappointing you as a wife."
Edward furrowed his eyebrows, "Bella, you could never disappoint me. I was the one who always let you down."
"No...you were the one who always caught me when I fell...both literally and metaphorically."
"No, Bella, please...let me talk now." He begged, hanging his head.
I lifted his chin, cupping it in my fingers and tilting my head slightly so my eyes met his.
"You don't have to do this. You don't have to pretend like it meant something to you. I know that you only did it to please me...and while it did, very much so, your happiness has always been more important to me than anything else. Don't ever put my wishes before your own...you don't deserve that."
"Neither do you," I assured him, "Please, know what you are to me. And, know...that I will always love you. And, not a single part of me regrets my decision. I am beyond happy that I married you and not just for you, but for me. It allows me to have you forever. And, nothing could ever be wrong in that. Trust me."
"How can I" He challenged, "When you so clearly hated the idea, how can I really know that now you are happy with your decision?"
"Because of the happiness it brings you. So long as you are happy, you don't need to worry about me. My happiness is only possible through you. And, seeing you so happy...being the cause for such joy for you...inevitably made me the best I could be."
I hung my head, ashamed to admit it to myself, but seeing no other choice, "I can honestly say that standing beside you at that altar, saying those vows, delcaring my heart yours...was the greates moment of my life. I had never felt so found than at that moment. My whole life I wondered what my place was in the world...if I really belonged...I found my place in the world when I found you."
He simply stared at me, before chuckling softly, "Damn, that is not fair."
"What?" I asked, running my fingers through his hair, pushing it back as I did so.
"Well, that for one--" he gestured his head to my hand, "And, the fact that you just read my mind to use my words against me."
I shrugged, "I didn't do anything. Great minds just think alike."
I traced his jawbone with my fingertips, before saying, "So...shall we do this?"
"You won't complain?" He asked, "Because, if you're going to make fun of me, you might as well just take me on for a few rounds outside, because I couldn't bear it."
"I just told you...it meant the world to me...let me prove it."
I gestured for him to sit down and he obliged as I nestled in between his legs and slid the palms of my hands up and down his forearms to his hands before entwining our fingers, nestling my head against his chest.
"Let's watch the beginning of our forever. It's the most beautiful forever in existence."
"You're telling me." He looked down to me.
I tilted my head up, kissed him softly, pushed PLAY, and then nestled into him as the DVD began.
- Chapter 1: Nerves
- Chapter 2: Confessions
- Chapter 3: Choice
- Chapter 4: Hostage
- Chapter 5: Rescue
- Chapter 6: Inscription
- Chapter 7: Negotiations
- Chapter 8: Rage
- Chapter 9: Endless Conflict
- Chapter 10: Nightmare or Vision?
- Chapter 11: Reassurances
- Chapter 12: Confusion
- Chapter 13: Tension to Reconciliation
- Chapter 14: Assurances
- Chapter 15: Parting
- Chapter 16: Rosalie VS. the Werewolves
- Chapter 17: Torture and Rescue
- Chapter 18: Resolutions
- Chapter 19: Waking Up
- Chapter 20: I do, but I don't
- Chapter 21: We do
- Chapter 22: Reception
- Chapter 23: Possession
- Chapter 24: Depossession
- Chapter 25: Perfection
- Chapter 26: Bliss
- Chapter 27: Unexpected
- Chapter 28: Final Good-byes
- Chapter 29: Inevitablility
- Chapter 30: De Ja Vu
- Chapter 31: Surprise
- Chapter 32: Beginning
- Chapter 33: Solution
- Chapter 34: Training
- Chapter 35: Strategy
- Chapter 36: War
- Chapter 37: Over
- Chapter 38: Breathe
- Chapter 39: Hunting
- Chapter 40: Compelled
- Chapter 41: Utopia
- Chapter 42: Caught
- Chapter 43: Shower for Two
- Chapter 44: Cleaning Up
- Chapter 45: Forever
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