Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight nor the song Daybreak. I am only borrowing them from Meyer and Digby. Some dialogue were also borrowed from Breaking Dawn (book).
A/N: Thanks go out to Kathie aka Katmom for being the beta I could ask for.
Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed the previous part. My muse is thankfully being very cooperative, so here's the next chapter. Enjoy!
Fire and Ice
Bella awoke to the most sublime sensation she could feel. She didn't want to open her eyes. She just wanted to stay frozen where she was.
"Bella?" Edward whispered. He knew she had awoken when he heard her heart start to beat faster.
"Hmm?" She was feeling so relaxed, as if all her bones had turned into jelly.
"How are you feeling? Are you all right?" Edward couldn't help but ask as he continued to stroke his wife's back. Bella was lying almost on top of him; their bodies naked, warm and cold against each other, like fire and ice.
Bella smiled, her eyes still closed as she breathed him in. "I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" Edward's concern was making Bella relive her dream. She opened her eyes and cautiously stared up at him. His face was not just of concern, fear and anxiety clouded his features as well.
"What's wrong?" Bella immediately asked. She turned to face him completely, resting her chin on his chest.
"I'm so sorry, love." If Edward still had the ability to cry he would. He stared at her, stroking her cheek dotingly.
"What are you talking about? Wha—" Bella stopped, realizing what this was. Yes, she had dreamt of this, but this was one of those events that she wasn't going to let happen. They were in their honeymoon; they were supposed to be basking in wedded bliss.
She quickly sat up, and instantly noticed the white feathers all around her, the bed, and the room. She finally took in her surroundings. This was worse than what happened in her dream. She looked at the headboard and saw chunks of it missing and a huge crack running down the middle. Then she turned to Edward and saw the self-reproach she knew was going through his head. She went back to him and started kissing him.
"Bella, don't." Edward held her gingerly, but she had other ideas. He wasn't going to ruin this for the both of them.
"No." Bella continued to pepper his faces with small kisses and nibbles.
"Bella, look at you," Edward said demandingly, pushing Bella away, but keeping her at arm's length. "I hurt you."
Bella sat up, straddling her gorgeous husband. "You're the only one who thinks that. I'm perfectly fine. I've never felt more relaxed than what I was feeling this morning, until you decided to get into a sour mood. But no, you're not going to make me, or you, feel bad about what happened last night… unless it's because I wasn't… up to par."
"Up to par? Is that what you think?" Edward was already wearing a frown. He was astounded at Bella's reaction.
"What else am I supposed to think? I mean… I know I'm just human." Bella looked down; her voice was soft and meek. She didn't want to cry, but she also didn't think this very scene would happen again.
Edward felt a teardrop against his chest, causing him to sit up and hug Bella tight. "I'm sorry." He tipped her head up and kissed her passionately. "I didn't dream that you would construe the way I feel about what I did to you to mean that last night wasn't… well, the best night of my existence."
Bella sniffled. "Really?"
"Really. Don't cry, love. I'm sorry." Edward held her close, cradling her body against his.
"I'm sorry, too. I just… This happened. In my dream, we fought because of this. And you spent the rest of our stay distracting me to avoid making love to me again," Bella told him. And, at last, she relayed everything that happened in Isle Esme to someone. Ever since she woke up, she would just mention the honeymoon in passing, not really letting anyone know what transpired between her and Edward in the private island, other than creating Renesmee.
Edward shook his head. "Forgive me. I know I promised. I wouldn't do that to you, Bella. I was just caught off guard when I saw all those bruises. You told me what to expect. I shouldn't have reacted that way. But you have to understand, I finally have you. I can't lose you, no matter what."
"I feel the same way," Bella replied.
"Let's just take it a little slow this time. I'm not saying I won't ever touch you again, but just for my peace of mind, let's not get too carried away, please. We're just lucky it was the pillows and not you."
Bella gasped at that, remembering the words spoken by her dream Edward.
"What? Does something hurt? Tell me where," Edward demanded, checking her carefully.
"No, it's not… The dream," Bella said.
Edward looked at her, curiosity on his face. "What about it?"
"You said the same thing," Bella told him slowly.
"So, just the pillows were ruined in the dream?"
"That first night, yes."
"First night?" Edward's eyes were wide. "So you mean, we… they… we... how many times?"
Bella blushed. "Just two, I think."
Edward finally smirked, his good mood returning upon seeing Bella's reddened cheeks. "Well, I think we need to beat that record."
After hearing that, Bella's joy was clearly showing on her face. So much so, that her smile could have brightened the entire room.
And the rest of the day was spent doing exactly as Edward suggested.
Bella sighed as she awoke. She felt disoriented when she saw how dark the room was. Was it evening already? "Edward?"
"I'm here," he called out from the doorway as he walked in with a tray of food. He was already dressed in a light blue shirt and a pair of beige shorts.
"Oh God, what time is it?" Bella asked as she sat up. She wrapped a sheet to cover herself as Edward placed the tray in front of her.
"It's almost seven," Edward responded, fussing over the food he prepared for his wife. "Well, we can't call it breakfast in bed, but it's the thought that counts, right?"
Bella grinned. "Definitely. This is more than I could ask for." Her stomach growled loudly and she began to dig in.
Edward happily sat and watched as his beloved devoured everything he prepared. "Wow, you finished it all," he commented. There were potatoes, roast chicken, and a big bowl of salad. He made more than enough because he didn't know what Bella would like. Though he figured he could just cook again if she asked for something else.
"Let me guess, Food Network?" Bella said after finishing off the meal.
Edward nodded as he took the tray away. He rushed to the kitchen and back, just in time to see Bella get up off the bed. There were a lot of bruises all over and he placed his hand on her hip, perfectly covering a bruise that matched his handprint.
Bella glanced at where Edward was staring, and looked back at him. She put her palm on his face, cradling his cheek. "I'm okay. Stop worrying over this. It'll disappear in a few days. Trust me. I've been through worse."
Edward could only nod. He tried not to let his somber mood show, but he just couldn't help it. This was his Bella. Every injury, even if it was just against a hair on her head, would cause him dismay. And with him being the cause on top of that, was unquestionably wreaking havoc on his mind and heart.
He kissed her palm as he let her go to freshen up in the bathroom.
Once she entered, it was only then that Bella saw her appearance. She had to groan upon seeing the feathers in her hair. It didn't help that they didn't even clean up the bed before they returned to doing their married duties. She groaned as she tried to pluck out as much she could.
"Bella?" Edward was instantly in the bathroom with her upon hearing her pain.
"How did you keep from laughing at this? I look ridiculous."
Edward shook his head and began to pluck more than she could at a faster pace.
"Forget it. I'll just take a quick shower to really get it all out," Bella said. She looked at the shower stall that was clearly big enough for more than two people. She had a gleam in her eye when she looked back at her husband. "Do you want to help me in there?"
Edward just laughed as he started to take off his clothes.
The couple spent all their days in the island reveling in the privacy that they would soon lose once they return to Forks. They were always happy, just savoring their shared touches, and the knowledge of finally being wed, married, tied to each other forever rendered a blissful balm to both Edward and Bella.
After living for over a century, Edward finally had his mate.
"I love you," Edward said as they lounged on the couch while waiting for the cleaners to finish with the room.
"I love you, too," Bella replied, kissing her husband chastely. Then she pulled back a few inches away to look into his dark eyes. "When was the last time you hunted?"
Edward leered at her. "Are you trying to get rid of me, Mrs. Cullen?"
Bella shook her head and smiled playfully. "Never. I just don't want you to starve."
"Well, I could prey on the beautiful woman I have right in front of me." Edward chuckled darkly, then, stared at the far end of the room where one of the cleaners was standing, a bundle of sheets and pillowcases in her arms.
"Hello," Bella greeted the old woman as politely as possible. She knew who she was, and she knew the thoughts running through Kaure's head. She figured if she looked as comfortable as if this was her own house, the elderly cleaner wouldn't be too suspicious or afraid of Edward.
Kaure only tipped her head in acknowledgement and rushed out of the room.
Bella jutted her lower lip as she turned her head toward Edward. He kissed and sucked on her lip quickly before the old woman came back. "I was trying to be nice," Bella said. "Maybe she wouldn't be too scared, you know?"
"She was raised to be superstitious. They have their own legends here," Edward told her.
"Yes, I know, the Libishomen. But you're not that," Bella explained.
Edward had his crooked grin on. "No, I'm not. I'm far worse." And then he pounced on his bride. Bella squealed in enjoyment and lightheartedly tried to push Edward off her. He laughed sincerely and let her up.
"I love hearing you so carefree," Bella declared.
Edward sobered a little as he answered. "That's because I am, with you. I don't have to deal with everyone's thoughts, just yours, though quiet as you are. With you, I'm just myself. No pretense of being a teenager, of being Carlisle's son, of being a normal human being. I don't have to pretend with you. I'm just Edward Anthony Masen Cullen, your husband."
Bella held his face in both her hands and kissed him with everything she could give.
When they pulled apart, Bella had tears in her eyes that were threatening to fall. She wiped at them with the back of her hand and implored Edward to go feed once more. "You can go while the cleaners are still here. That way, I won't be alone."
Edward nodded. "You're right. I'll be back as fast as I can. You won't even have time to miss me."
"Not possible. A second away from you is already too much," Bella said good-naturedly.
Edward kissed her quickly once more before running out of the house in search of blood.
While Edward was gone, Bella decided to be useful and prepare some lunch for the cleaners and herself. She took some chicken out of the fridge and started frying the pieces. They weren't even cooked to rare when the smell made her mouth water. Using a fork, she started eating one drumstick, blood still oozing out of the meat. It was still slightly cold.
When she finished the piece and put the bone back on her plate, she saw the blood pooling on it. She started dipping her finger in it, and licking the blood. After the third time she did that, her eyes grew wide, and she rushed to the bathroom to throw up, but nothing was coming out. Then she went in search for her bag of toiletries. She had given one instruction when Alice took over packing their bags.
Bella got the box that held the pregnancy test and took it while Edward was still out. She waited anxiously for the required three minutes, before slowly walking up to the bathroom counter where she had set the test.
Her eyes grew wide as she peered at it, the sign glaring back at her from the stick. Bella's hands flew to her mouth and whispered, "Edward."