Forty years after Breaking Dawn, Edward and Bella are on another honeymoon. But when unseen forces tear them apart, it is up to their familly to bring them back together. This is my first fanfiction, so be generous. Adult rating is a precaution for some of the later chapters.
No copyright infringement intended! The Cullens, werewolves, and Charlie are all property of the lovely Stephenie Meyer.
1. Forty Years
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It’s been forty years. Forty amazing, wonderful years since I married the vampire of my dreams.
We’ve been through a lot since then. Charlie died of a heart attack six years ago, and I still miss him. But he was alive for Jacob and Nessie’s wedding, which took place as soon as she looked old enough to please the minister. Edward wasn’t too happy at first, but I reminded him that he was in no place to object to getting married young. I’ll admit it, I had my own reservations, after all, Nessie was my only daughter. But Jacob made her happy, and I knew he would never hurt her.
The entire family is basically taking a year off, taking some couple time. We would be meeting back up in Denali in June before moving on to our next place. Emmett and Rosalie were in Africa; Alice and Jasper were in Europe, as were Carlisle and Esme. Nessie and Jacob were going cross-country; Nessie wanted to see the entire U.S., and of course Jacob had obliged. Edward and I were going to South America, to the rainforests, where we could have time alone, just us and the trees. I was excited; I hadn’t let myself forget the last time Edward and I were in South America.
We will be landing soon. Please make sure your tray tables are tucked in and your seats are in an upright position. The speaker then repeated the message in what I had to guess was Portuguese.
I looked up at Edward, sitting next to me on the airplane. He smiled that crooked smile that I loved so much, and I leaned up to kiss him. The plane abruptly slanted downward, and Edward pulled away, smirking at my expression.
“Patience, love,” he said, to quietly for a human to hear. “there will be plenty of time for that later. And besides, humans usually don't kiss when an airplane is landing.”
I ducked my head, embarrassed. “Oops,” I whispered. Edward’s smile widened, and he grasped my hand firmly as the plane came to a stop.
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The taxi dropped us off at a hotel where we were going to stay overnight before setting out into the forests. Edward thanked him, and he drove away.
Carrying our luggage, we walked into the hotel. Edward spoke quickly to the man at the desk, who handed him a key. He then barked out an order, and another man in a uniform came up with a cart to take our luggage. Edward growled under his breath, too quiet for the man to hear.
“What is it?” I asked in a whisper. Edward rolled his eyes, and then said at a normal volume, “The bellhop thinks you're attractive. And there's no need to whisper, Bella, he doesn’t speak English.”
“Oh,” I said. This was definitely one of my phantom-blush-moments. Edward grinned suddenly.
“Well, he isn’t the only one,” he said, and leaned in to kiss me. I giggled when he pulled away. I narrowed my eyes at the staring bellhop, and pulled my shield out of my mind. Jealous, isn’t he. I thought. Edward chuckled.
When we finally got settled, I climbed into the bed. “I believe a certain someone promised me something on the plane,” I said. Edward laughed again, sliding in next to me.“Yes, I believe I did,” he replied, pressing his lips to mine.