A/N: These are all just missing scenes from Till Death Do Us Part. They'll be posted randomly as the story progresses. I decided to do this when I was going through the second chapter and I saw that this scene wasn't written and I wanted to know what happened. There's going to be a lot of scenes that won't make it Till Death Do Us Part because it's either not in Bella's POV, too short, won't fit in with the chapter, or just not important to the plot. That's where this comes in. This is all the reject parts of Till Death Do Us Part. I love the idea and I hope that y'all enjoy it.
Summary: A missing scene from Till Death Do Us Part. The first night of Bella and Edward's honeymoon. B/E Fluffy but no lemon.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. But I do own this missing scene from my story. :)
when I reflect back on all the beer I drink I feel ashamed. Then I
look into the glass and think about the workers in the brewery and
all of their hopes and dreams. If I didn't drink this beer, they
might be out of work and their dreams would be shattered. Then I say
to myself, "It is better that I drink this beer and let their
dreams come true than to be selfish and worry about my liver."
Friends Don't Let Friends Drink and Bring Home Ugly Men…What's his name Is Anything But Ugly
"You, me, I don't know who, but one of us is moving around too fast." I told what's his name, as he tried to figure out how to take off my dress. I didn't blame him for having a hard time. He had three hands. That had to be difficult.
"Hey! Can we kiss again?" I asked pulling my back off the bed and tried to find his lips.
He grabbed my face between two of his six hands and pressed his lips against mine. I was kind of disappointed that he wasn't trying to take off my dress anymore, I was hot.
I twisted my head to the side and tried to deepen the kiss by opening my mouth but I moved too fast or something and my stomach started to feel sick so I had to push him away and did a face plant onto the bed.
My fingers wrapped around the sheets and I squeezed my eyes shut. I had never felt this nauseous, while not being sick, before in my life. I wanted to throw up but I also wanted to continue what I started with what's his name. Life wasn't fair.
"Are you okay?" What's his name asked. He was rubbing my back and kissing the back of my neck.
I nodded. "My stomach hurts." I admitted still grabbing onto the blanket.
"Maybe we should do this in the morning." What's his name offered. He was still rubbing my back.
I shook my head and pulled my face away from the blankets. "No!" I looked at him. "I'm just sobering up. Everyone gets sick when they're sober." I grabbed a wine bottle that was on the side of the bed and tried to chug it. I couldn't' feel the alcohol anymore which was fine with me, I wasn't a big fan of wine.
When the alcohol had settled in my stomach I pushed myself off the mattress and tried to find what's his name's lips again. I ended up kissing the wrong person and fell because that person that I was trying to kiss was hollow but instead of landing on the mattress, like I had expected, I ended up on landing on what's his name.
"What was that?" What's his name asked.
I turned my head to the side and started to kiss his cheek. "I almost kissed your twin." I tried to explain the phenomenon l had just experienced. "Or is it triplet? I don't know." I put my leg over his so that way I knew that he wouldn't leave me and I wrapped my arms around his neck so that way I could have something to hold onto. The room was spinning.
"Stop moving." I ordered as I tried to kiss him again. I liked kissing what's his name. He was a good kisser.
What's his name moved his head and pressed his lips against mine. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed me closer to him. My fingers wrapped into his hair. He rolled over, pulling me with him. My stomach started to twist and I felt like I was on a roller coaster but he made it up to me by grabbing my bottom lip between his teeth and pulling on it gently.
"You're a good kisser." I told him or tried to tell him, he was still holding my bottom lip between his teeth.
He let go of my lip. So I kissed him again. Letting my lips morphed with his. I figured if I kissed him long enough the nausea I was feeling would go away. So far it wasn't working.
I started to unbutton his shirt, well tried. It was turning out to be more difficult than I thought, or hoped. Every time a button stopped moving enough so I could catch it, it would slip out of my fingers. And they were small! So it was hard to get it through the hole.
"I hate your shirt." I mumbled into the neck of what's his name. "I want it off." I kissed his cheek.
What's his name put his name onto mine, making me kiss him again. The nausea had returned. I didn't think that I could handle it much longer. I had to go to the restroom before I embarrassed myself.
What's his name decided to deepen the kiss, letting his tongue graze my bottom lip. I wanted to open my mouth, I really did, but my stomach decided that it didn't like me anymore and the beer nuts that I had snacked on earlier was coming back for an encore.
I pushed on what's his name's chest.
"What's wrong?" He asked, frowning at me. There was obvious fear, maybe concern, in his voice.
"Restroom." I screamed at him before pushing on his chest again.
He rolled off of me.
I was able to get to my feet but only for a few steps. I lost my balance and fell to the floor, landing on my hands and knees. I didn't even want to try to get on my feet again. The bathroom was only a few feet away, I could make it. I started to crawl, hoping that the pain in my stomach would go away before I revealed my digested food to the world.
The toilet lid was already open, so all I had to do was aim and fire.
It tasted horrible. My nose was running, I started to cough, and I was pretty sure that drool was stuck to my bottom lip. My bangs stuck to my face and the rest fell into the toilet. I wanted to get it out of there but another round was coming.
I was sobbing now. I felt horrible. I was throwing up my guts into a toilet at some hotel room. I had married a guy I had just met and almost had sex with, for all I knew he could be a rapist! And I was sobering up, that in itself was painful enough.
My hair was no longer in the toilet. I looked up to see what's his name smiling at me. How could he smile at a time like this?
"You need water." He whispered holding up a clear bottle. "You're dehydrated."
I shook my head, looking away from him. "I don't want any liquids. Clear or dark."
He rubbed my back as I leaned over the toilet again. I was dry heaving now. I'm sure that I looked just as bad as I felt. What's his name started to brush my hair with his fingers. It was comforting to know that he was sweet enough to stay with me, even though I'm sure that he was feeling bad too.
"You don't have to stay here with me." I sobbed softly, pulling my head away from the toilet to look at him. "You can leave, if you'd like."
"No." He shook his head and moved a few strands of hair away from my face. "I'm okay." He kissed my forehead softly and gave me the plastic water bottle. There was a green tag on it. I didn't care about it enough to read it.
"Thank you." I whispered, resting my head on the side of the toilet. I wanted to open the bottle and take a small drink out of it but I couldn't get my hands to move. "You really don't have to do this."
"It's fine."He moved my hair behind my ear and grabbed the water bottle from my hands. He twisted the lid off and handed it back to me. I took a sip. It made me feel a little better. "What are husbands for?"
End Missing Scene One.
A/N: Okay, so the next update for Till Death Do Us Part will probably be either tomorrow or Friday. I'm afraid the chapter is going to be too short or too long, so I'm trying to find a happy medium with it. I'm also kind of busy with other things, including procrastination. Tell me what you think of this "missing moment." I promise there will be more later on. This includes scenes in Edward's point of view because y'all want to get inside of his head. Thanks for reading and don't forget to review, especially if you like it. The more you review this, the faster I will update Till Death Do Us Part, the real story. :)
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