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The weekend away - Outtake

The early morning came quickly and with it, the start of the long weekend. Edward was a bundle of nervous energy. Bella was just a bundle of nerves. She didn't really know what he'd planned, and her anxiety was spiking and not getting any better any time soon. She didn't eat much breakfast, although he insisted that she should, even at the hour it was, the alarm had gone off at 3.30 am. So he packed some food in his holdall for the journey just in case.

They set off about 4:30 a.m. as they had a long drive in front of them; Bella had no idea where they were going. The weather forecast that had been given was not the most of ideal weather conditions, but the forecast had given a couple of beautiful days for the long weekend. However, Edward didn't put much store in the forecast as the weather could be totally unpredictable.

After travelling to the airport, they arrived in time to catch their very early 6:20 a.m. flight. Bella started to bite her thumbnail and plucked up the courage to ask, "Where are we going, exactly, now you have me here?"

"Well..." Edward threw a glance at her, before fixing his eyes back on the road. "First of all, we're going to take a plane to Montreal and then we're going to take a drive," he continued before glancing back over to her. He noticed her biting her lip and reached over to smooth her lip away from her teeth before returning his hand to the wheel.

"A drive to where?" she asked anxiously, her hands rubbing together nervously.

"You remember those photos I showed you that lined the passageway walls? Well, as it's one of my favourite places, I wanted to share it with you. Thankfully our timing may be good enough that we can avoid the black fly season or we most surely would be eaten alive. But I'm prepared, I've got bug spray. Smells horrible, but if it does the job, then it's done its job."

"Really? That's great; it did look so peaceful," she whispered.

Once they reached Montreal, they picked up the rental car, loaded their luggage, and were on their way. Edward put some silver and orange packets in the glove compartment, but he pushed them way to the back. "For our weekend and the drive," he said nonchalantly. Bella put her sunglasses in and closed the lid.

The journey continued as the roads were straight and very long, the scenery unchanging: trees, trees, and more trees. The landscape was ravaged with its signs of destruction from ice storms and beavers, patches of decimated trees sped by. There were small garages that promised fuel and refreshments. They stopped at one for toilet breaks and refreshments, and then passed little diners that promised a home cooked meal for ten dollars. They continued seeing more wide open spaces followed by rocky outcrops; evidence of car crashes and where Lorries had overturned or fallen down a ravine were apparent. The terrain became denser as the trees crashed together fighting for room and light, the sky became overcast and gray as they ascended higher into the Champlain. Chinks of light peeked through the clouds, and the humidity grew. The road curled like a snake up and around the mountain smoothly. It was like being on a roller coaster as the crash barriers flew by. Finally, they reached the visitor parking lot and pulled in, just as the sun finally broke through the clouds. "Well, this is where it all starts, anyway," Edward said as he pulled into a parking spot and turned the engine off. He sat back to relax and look out at the scenery.

Bella opened her eyes. "Oh, are we here?" she asked, squinting through the windscreen at the views.

"Yes, we're here. What do you think?" he asked, turning toward her.

"I'll just get my sunglasses on," she said as she rummaged in the glove compartment. Pulling them out, something fell onto the floor with them, but she didn't realize what that 'something' was until she picked it up. She turned the silver and orange packaging over in her hand and blushed furiously, realizing what she had in her hand, and then she stuffed it back in the glove compartment. Thankfully, Edward was too preoccupied with getting out of the car to notice, and she sighed with relief. She took the sunglasses with her, putting them on her head before grabbing her bag and closing the door.

She stretched, ironing out the kinks in her back, her breasts now standing to attention. Edward looked over at that very moment and ogled. "What?" she asked him, noticing him staring.

"Oh, nothing!" he said, turning away to hide his embarrassment at being caught and feigned interest in the park map. "Bella, this is where we are now." He pointed to the 'You are Here' on the map. "And this is the route we will be taking." He tracked the line with his long finger over the map.

"That's a pretty large area to cover. Are you sure we can do it all in half a day? What about the terrain? I don't want to trip and fall; I've only just gotten my wrist out of the brace," she said with a slight annoyance in her voice.

"I won't let you fall; you've got sturdy enough shoes on, there won't be any fauna that will hurt you since you're wearing what I suggested, and besides, the park rangers have constructed wooden walk ways for most of it, to protect the forest floor, so you should be fine," he said, pulling her closer as he wrapped his arms around her and snuggled his chin into her nook. They stood there for a few minutes until Edward noticed the black fly had started to gather in little black clouds that swirled and danced in the slight breeze, he released her from his hold. "We'd better get a move on before we start getting eaten alive, but just to make sure, hold your breath and close your eyes." He pulled out the bug repellent. She closed her eyes tightly and held her nose. He shook the can before he sprayed her around the neck and down her arms and any other areas of flesh that were visible. "There, done. My turn." He passed her the can. She shook it and sprayed Edward.

"God, this stuff smells nasty," she coughed and spluttered through her words as she finished the last of the spray off.

"Sorry, I should have told you to hold your breath while spraying, too." He passed her a bottle of water from his bag so she could clear her throat.

"Thanks." She tried to get a lung full of cleaner air, while drinking the liquid. Her coughing fit eventually subsided and she walked over to the little stone wall to look out over the landscape. Edward joined her. "Wow, it certainly is beautiful!" she exclaimed.

"Yes, you... it certainly is," he quickly corrected himself. She turned to him and asked him why he'd corrected himself. She reminded him that he was the one that had said they didn't have to hide how they felt up in the mountains.

"Force of habit, I guess," he said, shrugging, and looked away.

"Edward, what's the problem?" she asked as she walked around him. He stood there motionless; the look on his face was etched with conflict and confusion. She softened as the sight of the anguish on his face. "Edward, talk to me. What is bothering you so much? I mean, I have an idea, but I'd rather you tell me instead of me coming to my own conclusions, which could be totally wrong, of course."

He turned and sat on the wall, the panorama of the beautiful scenery forgotten as he pulled Bella to stand between his legs. He put his arms around her waist and bowed his head, leaning it against her chest. She put her arms around him and cradled him to her, and she heard him sigh.

"I don't know where to begin, and I appreciate we've had similar talks before, but I feel like I'm walking a tight rope without a safety net; one slip and I could fall either way." He raised his head to look at her kind face. She gave him a small smile that didn't reach her eyes. "I know we've talked, but we don't really know a lot about each other. In fact, I'm surprised how much we need to learn about each other. It's just not the mental and physical stuff. I mean, before I joined the priesthood, I had known a few girls, so it's not as if I don't know what I'm doing, but I've abstained for so long and you..." He took a breath. "You do something to me that wants' me to throw it all away, the past four or five years of being celibate. It's like you're the devil herself, come to test me."

Bella stood in rapt attention at another one of his confessions, but being called a devil, well she didn't know what to make of that and released his shoulders as she stood back from him, tears in her eyes.

Edward looked up and saw the look on her face; traitorous tears rolled down her right cheek. He stood up, brushed himself down, and took a step toward her holding out his hand. "I'm sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything." He offered his apology.

"I appreciate your candour, but why now?" She sniffed. Edward went to his jacket pocket and took out a tissue and passed it to her. She took the proffered tissue and wiped away the tears. He took hold of her hand and drew her to him.

"I feel so drawn to you. I can't stay away; I don't have the strength anymore to do it. I've prayed every night and every morning, but when I close my eyes, all I see is you. I can get lost in your eyes and the world just melts away, and yet you remain this enigma. I need to know you Bella, inside and out," he stressed urgently.

The sun had started to climb higher in the sky, the heat was building up. Bella looked up and shielded her eyes from the glare, then remembered she had her sunglasses on her head and popped them down over her eyes, not only to help with the glare but to hide them as she spoke. "Well if we walk, we can talk; it's getting warmer just standing here and the flies are hovering." She noticed above her. Edward picked up the bag and put it over his shoulders.

"Sounds good to me," he said as he took hold of her hand and gently pulled her toward the trail.

When they reached the start of the trail, the dappled sunlight cast shadows across the area, and it was noticeably cooler. Animal and bird noises could be heard sporadically, but in the main it was very peaceful. The ground was littered with fallen leaves interspersed with wildflowers popping their heads up in search of the sunlight. And, as Edward had promised, there were indeed constructed wooden walkways in some of the trickier sections that would cross little streams and pools of water. Spiders' webs were apparent in some of the trees, high up; others resembled the remains of cotton candy around a stick. Flashes of birds were seen as they flew by, and rustling in the undergrowth revealed chipmunks as they dashed up trees and stopped dead, clinging to bark, their stripes blending in, camouflaging them. It wasn't until they stopped to really look hard that they spotted them, pointing to where the chipmunk blended into the background. As they drew closer, it would then make a hasty retreat giving its position away, dashing around the other side of the tree and then was gone. They laughed and giggled as they tried to follow it, but soon lost sight as Bella stumbled amongst the debris and tree roots on the floor. Edward grabbed hold of her arm to steady her and prevent her from falling. "Thanks," she said as she got a firmer footing.

"Anytime," Edward replied with a little smirk.

Bella knew that they would need to talk, and soon. The atmosphere changed around them again; the silence as they walked became louder between them. They stopped on a little bridge that over looked at the panorama. Their hands hung over the hand rail as they leaned on it. Bella looked around when she heard voices; a family with two young children approached. The children were carrying sticks and beating a path in front of them, whipping up leaves and twigs around them as they went. They stopped still when they spotted Bella and Edward, and then turned to look for their parents, who were nearby.

"Hello," they both said to the children, just as their parents caught up.

"Hello, beautiful day!" the children's parents replied back as they passed.

"Yes, it is a beautiful day," Edward replied while Bella just went beet red and looked back toward the scenery. The children carried on running and shouting, their parents' shouting after them until their voices could no longer be heard.

Edward took Bella's hand and placed it on his cheek. "You're so warm," she said.

"And my confusion remains the same: warm and getting warmer by the minute," he finished.

"It's not easy, Edward. I'm sorry; I've spent the last five years building a wall around myself so I wouldn't get hurt. No one knows the real me. I put up a good front, and as much as I want to let these walls down, I've conditioned myself not to do so. You may never understand me, and that isn't your fault. But if you're patient, I'll try; it just may take me more time than you're willing to give me... I mean, it could be years. I'm not someone that is easily understood. I don't always understand myself ... sometimes," she tagged on. She looked up from under her lashes to see what he made of her little speech, but he had a thoughtful look on his face.

"What?" she asked as she arched an eyebrow.

"We're quite a pair aren't we?" he laughed and hugged her to him.

"I guess we are," she said as her voice was muffled in his chest.

"I think in that case, we'll have to both work on our trust issues, and hope we make it through. But I'm not giving up," he said determinedly. "Are you going to give up?" He motioned between them. She lifted her chin up to look at him.

"I guess we'll have to take it one day at a time." She sighed.

"Come on, let's get going," he said, taking her hand. "You can start by telling me about your parents on the way... but only if you feel comfortable talking about them." He smiled kindly at her and she returned the smile.

"Thank you, Edward." She gripped his hand tighter, and they continued on.

The air became fresher as they got further into the trail, and patches of sunlight danced through the tree canopy hitting the floor, while flies danced above small puddles that formed there from rains of previous days. They stepped around them and it was only then that Bella broke the silence. She came to the conclusion that it had been enough time, and, all things considered, Edward had been very open about his past to her, so maybe it was her turn to do the same. She knew it wasn't going to be easy, and with some consternation, she stopped and watched Edward as he walked a few steps ahead of her. His gait was easy, the bag on his back stopping just above his hips, the dappled sunlight catching the auburn in his hair every so often, and she sighed. When he didn't hear her footsteps, he stopped and turned around. "Are you okay? What's the matter?" he asked as he went back to her. She looked down at her hands as they twisted in on themselves, and she bit her lip as if trying to decide exactly how to phrase what she needed to say to him.

"Edward..." She cleared her throat. "Edward, I've been thinking, and thinking hard, about what you said earlier." She raised her eyes to see the expression on his face; it was very attentive, and she sighed. Feelings washed over her telling her that no matter what she said, he wouldn't abandon her.

"And what did you conclude from your... thinking?" he asked, giving her a look that melted her insides.

"I just thought I'd come out with some stuff and see how it goes, you know... punch a hole in that wall of mine and then maybe I could take it down brick by brick... with your help of course." She blushed. He gathered her to him as he cradled her in his arms and kissed her forehead. They stood like that for a few moments, feeling the warmth of each other before they separated their bodies. Not wanting to lose the contact, Edward put his arm around her. They walked side by side until it was no longer possible. The path narrowed, but they didn't lose the connection as he took her hand and she walked behind him. Not more than two hundred yards further they broke through the tree line. The narrow path became a wide expanse where rocks jutted out to an incredible view. There was an obelisk marker with a dedication of sorts in metal welded to the rock. They walked up to it and read the plaque, and then turned to admire the view.

Edward put the bag down on the large rocky outcrop, took a blanket out of the bag, and spread it out. He sat down and admired the view. Bella took her place beside him and they sat side by side in peace, enjoying the restful quiet. A heat haze shimmered over the fields below and buzzards drifted on the thermals high in the sky. A light breeze blew Bella's hair and Edward caught the stray strand gently pushing it behind her ear. He cradled her face, rubbing his thumb over her cheek, and then let it go before lying down to enjoy the sun as it warmed his body.

Bella took his hand and lifted it to her face, looking at his long fingers and wondering what magic they could work. He'd been so gentle with her, she thought as she put his hand down, then she ran a finger up his forearm and he shivered. She looked at his face; his eyes were closed and for once she thought he looked truly at peace, as if he didn't have a care in the world. She just wished she felt the same. Shame colored her thoughts as she sat looking at this beautiful man beside her. It was such a shame for falling in love with someone who really shouldn't be obtainable. He'd made it clear just how he felt about her, but it didn't make it any easier.

She lay back at the side of him and closed her eyes, the sun's warmth radiating through her top, warming her bones. She unzipped her jacket and tried to get comfortable. Edward sneaked a peek with one eye open and then closed it again, a little smile breaking over his face. They lay like that for several minutes, although it could have been hours. With their eyes closed, and holding each other's hands, Bella started to tell Edward about her parents: how they'd met, how she thought they were the best two people on the planet, and that she loved them very, very much. They'd taken her on picnics and to the zoo. Her dad had taken her on fishing trips and then to the baseball, although she had no real interest in either. But she'd been willing to do it, just to spend time with her dad. He was handy around the house, fixing things even though he had a full time job; she paid attention and learned how to do some simple repairs. He didn't speak much about his real job, as she probably wouldn't have understood the implications of what he did to help them live.

Her mother, on the other hand, was a bit of a flake, and despite her best efforts managed to burn part of the house down. They had to move into temporary accommodation for a while during the time the house was being repaired. Edward turned his head, his eyes still closed. "So you've done the sheltered accommodation before? How old were you?" Edward interrupted her reminiscing.

"Yeah, I was fifteen, so I know what it feels like." She shrugged.

"Sorry to interrupt, please continue," he apologized before squeezing her hand gently and turning his head back.

"I ended up taking over the cooking duties; my grandmother taught me a lot before she passed on, and my dad never really recovered from the devastation. He spent nearly all his time at work, but he never really explained what he did.

"My mum, well... she just up and left, leaving me for weeks at a time. Did I mention she was flaky?"

Edward nodded, not wanting to interrupt her by asking more questions.

"She'd come back weeks later as if nothing was wrong. She used to tell me she was following her own path and that I should do the same. Little did I know that my dad's and her path would end up how it did?

"I went out with friends from school a few times, and then one night when I came back everything changed." She took a few deep breaths, knowing what she was about to tell him would bring it all back and she wondered if she would have the strength to relive it.

"Bella, you don't have to tell me anything more if you don't feel up to it," Edward said as he turned towards her, looking down on her as he propped himself up, his shadow covering her face. She opened her eyes and then closed them again, biting her lip in trepidation.

"No, Edward. I need to get this out, because it's been a great weight that I've carried around for some time, and it's still fresh in my mind as if... anyway..." she pushed on.

"That night, after I'd had one of the best days of my life with my friends, I came home. The door was open, which I thought was kind of strange, but hey, I just thought they'd left it open for me. I walked into the house, shouting to say I was home and that I wished them a good night. I didn't think much of it, really. I went into the kitchen and made myself a drink. I went into the lounge, not really paying attention to my surroundings as I was concentrating on not spilling my drink... well that got shot to shit, didn't it? When I looked up, I saw my parents on the sofa, blood leaking into the fabric. I dropped my cup and ran towards them. I didn't know what to do. I was screaming and crying so much, I must have grabbed the phone and called the emergency services. I sat there, numb. There was a gun near my mother's hand and the gunshot wounds were in both my parents' heads. It wasn't pretty. The next thing I knew I was in the hospital, and I don't remember a thing after that. The EMTs said I'd passed out due to the stress of finding my parents like I did."

"How did you know?" Edward asked, the curiosity getting the better of him as he stroked her hair gently and then held her hand with reassurance.

"To this day I'm not sure what exactly happened, although I did find out some stuff from my dad's friend, Billy Black. Ever since then, I've been shipped from pillar to post, until I was able to legally look after myself. I worked my way through college with what was left after my parents... died. It wasn't much, but I'm a survivor, and I work really hard at it."

As she reminisced, it brought tears to her eyes; she wiped them away before Edward could see. She sat up and took a drink of the now warm water out of the bottle and grimaced. It quenched her throat from the talking she'd done but it wasn't pleasant. She looked at her watch and asked Edward what time they were leaving.

"What time is it now?" he asked. "I tend to lose myself here. It's the one place I can be myself." He sat up and put his arm around her shoulders.

"It's a little after three" she confirmed.

"We need to be at the airport by five so we can catch our next flight," he said. Getting up, he held out his hand to help Bella up. They brushed themselves off and Edward picked up the blanket, folded it, and put it back in the bag. "Come on; this way." In no time at all, they were back at the car and heading to the airport. They checked in with their limited luggage and waited to get their call to board the plane.

"I can't believe we're going there!" Bella exclaimed as she looked at the tickets in her hand, and then at the departures board.

"Why?" Edward asked with an amused look on his face.

"Because... because..." Bella stuttered. "Because it's a place I've only ever read about in a book, and yeah I've seen the film, but even so, I've had dreams of going there when I was younger."

"Well, I'm glad I can make your dreams come true." He smiled and hugged her. They snuggled for a minute until Bella noticed the board change and a huge smile spread across her face. Edward looked down at her and kissed her nose. "You look happy," he observed.

"Yes I am. I feel lighter, you know, just getting some of that stuff out there," she admitted.

"I do believe I know that feeling." He smiled back at her.

They went to the departure lounge, passing by the duty free area. They hadn't been seated for long before their flight was called. They made their way to the boarding gate. Bella looked out of the window of the terminal and saw the plane. "Wow, that's a small pane," she announced. "Are we going to be alright in that? I mean, it's so much smaller than the one we came here on." Trepidation was clearly written across her face.

"Bella, it's going to be alright," he said, squeezing her arm gently as they walked towards the gangway and up the stairs of the plane. "The airport at the other end can't accommodate huge airplanes like the one we came here on. This is probably as big as they can take at the airport," Edward explained.

"Oh, I see," Bella said, still sounding a little apprehensive.

When they took their seats, they got comfortable and fastened their seat belts, as requested to do so by the overhead sign, and then they waited for the captain's announcement.

"This is your captain speaking, welcome aboard the 6:25 p.m. plane bound for Prince Edward Island. We should be landing at approximately 7:00 p.m. local time. The weather is fine and dry, and I hope you enjoy your flight."

The plane taxied off, and the stewardess did the usual safety and evacuation drills. Bella looked at Edward nervously. He took her hand and squeezed it in reassurance. As the plane took off, she squeezed his hand even tighter. The stewardess came around and handed out drinks and sweets, making sure everything was okay. Bella looked anything but okay; as white as she was, she now looked like a corpse, and Edward started to look worried.

"Are you okay, Bella? I've never seen you look so pale; do you want a blanket or something?" he asked, letting go of her hand to rub her arm, and then took hold of her hand again.

Bella just smiled very weakly and then cleared her throat. "I'm not used to all this flying and with this being so small, I'm really very nervous," she said as she took a pull of her drink through the straw, but it did nothing to quell her nerves.

"Don't worry Bella; it will be all over soon. Maybe if you tried to sleep a little? I'll get a blanket and you should be okay," he offered. He called for a steward and asked for a blanket and once it was around her, she soon fell asleep.

In no time at all, the plane landed, and Bella woke with a start as the plane touched down.

"Are we here already?" she asked, stifling a yawn.

"Yeah, how did you sleep?" he asked tenderly.

"It doesn't feel like I've been asleep that long, and I could sleep for a week," she admitted.

"Come on, let's go," he said. He stood up to collect the small rucksack from the overhead locker, before he sat back down with it, leaving it at his feet.

The plane taxied to the small terminal building where they collected their baggage, and walked through passport control, out into the fresher air of PEI.

"I've got a dinner booked for eight-fifteen at the restaurant, so we can go to the hotel and freshen up first if you'd like?" he suggested. They both jumped in a taxi; Edward gave the address of the hotel to the driver, and they were on their way. They wound their way along the straight roads with nothing much to see but the dunes and grassland and the odd house dotted here and there. They passed a small shopping outlet. Edward pointed this out as they passed, suggesting to Bella that he would like her to have a look in there tomorrow before they left.

"I'd like that," she hummed.

As they approached the other side of the island, they came to the houses; each was painted a different color, and it struck Bella how different this place was compared to where she had lived and felt at peace. The taxi pulled up in front of the hotel; it was ornate with sliding sash windows and a wide white staircase that led to double glass front doors. The taxi driver helped carry the luggage to the door. Edward then paid for the journey before picking up their bags.

"What do you think?" he asked with a smile on his face that would have put shame to the sun, as he looked around at the view. The sun hung low in the sky over the horizon making the sea view magical.

Bella took in a huge lung full of air and blew out. "It's nothing like I expected," she sighed.

"Just wait until you see inside." He grinned.

He opened the doors and walked in, to be greeted by the hotel manager. "Welcome to the Eden Hurst Inn," he said.

"We have a booking in the name of Masen," Edward confirmed.

"Yes, if you'd come this way," the manager requested, extending his arm in the direction of the reception area.

While Edward checked them both in, Bella stood and looked around. She thought she'd been transferred back to the 1940's as the furniture and decor reminded her of her Gran's. Ornate wood and glass cabinets with dinner sets, coffee sets, and tea sets from a bygone era placed in them. Ornate copper kettles and bed pans hung from the walls at the side of the log burning fire place, tapestries were hung from the walls and portraits of distinguished people that were unknown to her. Then she went to the visitors' book and glanced through it; reading the comments of previous visitors, she was staggered at the places some people had come from.

"Are you ready?" Edward whispered in her ear, making her jump, as he gestured to the staircase.

As they walked upstairs, the manager accompanied them, giving them details about the history of how the house was built in 1897; the stairs creaking as they went up. "This sounds familiar." Edward chuckled and held Bella's hand, giving it a little squeeze. Bella squeezed back with a grin, and when the corridor creaked as she stepped forward, she giggled. The manager looked at them both but didn't comment, although his face was a picture. Edward explained about the similarities between the cottage and the hotel, and the manager's frown disappeared in understanding.

The manager opened the door which had two very large beds in it. "I hope you enjoy your stay," he said before leaving and closing the door behind him.

They dropped their bags on the floor and collapsed on the nearest bed. They both lay there for a few minutes before Bella cuddled up to Edward. She laid her head on his chest and listened to his heart beat, while one hand ran through her hair and his other hand slowly descended down her back. She tilted her head up and kissed his throat; he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down on her lips as she kissed him again. He bent down, kissed her head, and then held her tighter, but all too soon it was time to get ready to go out for dinner. Edward suggested them getting a quick shower, but as Bella stepped in the bathroom she saw an enormous bath, one which would have dwarfed the bath at the vicarage and even the one at her old apartment. Edward came up rather close to her, "Um... Edward," she said coyly, "do you think I could take a bath instead... I mean... it seems such a shame not to use the facilities that you have afforded us." Her face went English bus red.

"I suppose we could," he said, trailing a long slender finger up and down her arm; that made her flesh goose pimple all over with nervousness and excitement. "But not right now." He sighed. "I'm so sorry." He looked regretful.

Bella just nodded. "Okay, later..." She went to the shower unit to see how it worked. "Edward … I think I may need a little help with the shower," she said, looking confused at all the dials and buttons. "It looks like it was designed by NASA. At least the bath was straightforward enough." She looked between the bath and the shower, a wistful look on her face.

Edward had to agree; he was pretty good at fathoming out tech, but even this was beyond him, so he resigned himself and started running the bath.

Bella lifted the bottles of bubble bath to her nose and gave them a delicate sniff. "I think this one should be okay," she said, handing it to Edward, who took a sniff and then poured it under the running water.

"I think this may take a little longer than I anticipated. I may have to cancel the reservations at the restaurant, and I was so hoping for you to try the lobster; it's the best on the planet," he proclaimed.

"And how exactly do you know that?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"Lobsters are shipped all over the world from here. It's quite amazing, really. I have travelled a little, you know, and I've seen the parcels' labels from the fishermen; they told me the last time I was here," he explained.

"Oh, yes, of course... the photographs in the corridor upstairs," she said, scratching her head.

"While you're in the tub, I'll give the restaurant a call and see if I can cancel the reservation," he said with a sigh.

"Don't do that, Edward; just see if you can change the time, maybe move it an hour or so later," she suggested.

"I'll try but I'm not holding my breath," he said, shaking his head before leaving the room, leaving Bella peeling her clothes off before testing the temperature of the water.

There was a soft knock on the door and Edward popped his head around the door, just as Bella had stepped delicately into the bath. His jaw dropped as his eyes focused on her round, peach-like behind descending into the foam. She winced and moved slightly to the right as she avoided one of the jets that were digging into her leg. She then put her head back and shut her eyes, relaxing in the warm caress of the water and imagined that it was Edward, his warm body enveloping every curve of her body. Edward closed the door quietly and quickly stripped out of his clothes, all but his boxers, and the rest he left trailing behind him. He then crept up to where Bella was quietly relaxing, silently slid his hands in the water, and put his right hand on her leg mid-calf. Her eyes flew open.

"I'm sorry I startled you, but I just felt this need to reach out and... touch you." He swallowed as his eyes followed the lines of her body under the foam. His right hand slowly crept up her leg; as it reached her knee, he moved mercifully slowly up to her thigh and Bella's breathing hitched. He continued to stare into her eyes. Bella's eyes dilated as his hand crept even closer to her sex. His eyes drifted down her face to her neck and collar bone. He brushed the now wet ends of her hair from off her shoulders very tenderly. She leaned into his hand, and then turned and kissed his palm.

"How amazingly warm you are," he whispered as he cradled her cheek." You look like an angel in a cloud with you being submerged in those bubbles." He sighed.

Bella plucked up some courage and asked, "Would you like to join this angel in the clouds?" then blushed at her boldness.

"Are you sure?" he asked hesitantly.

"Only if you feel comfortable, and as you've almost stripped, and you must be getting cold by now. The water won't stay hot for long, and I really can't wash my back, so I'm hoping you can do that for me."

Edward released her thigh and face and stood up. "I don't think that would be appropriate," he said reaching for the bathrobe that was hung on the back of the door, and left the room.

Bella quickly washed herself and washed her hair before getting out and wrapping herself up in a fluffy bathrobe.

"Edward I'm done," she called as she opened the door the steam escaped the room in a plume. Edward got up from the bed as he walked by her; he trailed a finger down her cheekbone, before disappearing into the bathroom.

After they'd freshened up, they quickly got dressed and headed downstairs. Edward wore a suit that made him look dashing and handsome. Bella wasn't sure what to make of it. She was used to seeing him in his pastoral clothes or his more casual attire of jeans and t-shirt, and she fell in love with him all over again if that were possible.

Bella had chosen a lightweight halter top dress that was white and black, with grey patterns and beading under the bust line, and a lightweight wrap, which she held on to for later on. Her hair was still slightly damp and hung loosely down her back in waves, and Edward couldn't resist sweeping his hand down her hair and onto her bare back while waiting for the cab to arrive.

Finally, it did arrive; Edward assisted Bella into the cab before getting in himself. She gravitated toward him as he sat, and they held hands, talking in hushed whispers so the cab driver wouldn't hear. "This place is amazing," Edward finally spoke up returning to a more normal conversational tone as they neared the restaurant.

"How many times have you been?" Bella asked looking at his glorious face. His eyes shone like a kid at Christmas, and as she smiled, his happiness reflected back at her.

"A couple of times, but I think I've mentioned that, too," he said gently, before kissing her cheek. The cab pulled up in front of the restaurant before they knew it, lost in another world and each other. She looked through the cab window at how the restaurant was lit up, and wondered if she would fit in here. The cab driver got out and opened the door. Edward got out and helped Bella out. He paid the driver and then took her arm and led her up the stairs to the restaurant. He opened the door and let Bella go in first. They went to the foyer and waited to be served.

The Maitre D' took their names and showed them to their table where they were seated and both given menus. "The wine waiter will be with you shortly. Would you like to see the wine list?"

Edward tapped his chin thoughtfully and looked at Bella. "Would we like to see the wine list, Bella?"

"We can if you want to, although I'm not sure what wine I'd have," she replied, her eyes pleading for a little help from him.

"I'll inform the wine waiter that you would like to see a list; he will be with you shortly."

True to the Maitre D's word, they wine waiter arrived within a couple of minutes. "Good evening Sir, Madam, this is the wine list for our restaurant. Please take your time, and if you need any help choosing I'm sure I could recommend a good wine to go with anything on the menu?

"That's okay, thanks. But could you leave the wine list, and we'll discuss it?"

The waiter handed Edward the list. "Very good sir," he said and left them to peruse the list.

"So what type of wine would you like with your meal?" Edward asked thoughtfully, his eyes skimming down the wine list, periodically flipping them back up to look at Bella. He noticed how engrossed she was in the dinner menu, and how she was biting her lip again. She flicked her eyes up to him when he stopped speaking and caught him staring.

"What?" she asked, keeping her voice low.

Edward cleared his throat, flipped his eyes down the list and back up to hers. "Wine?" he asked trying to cover the fact that he'd been caught and he cleared his throat again. "Which wine would you like?"

"Oh... wine?" She phrased it as a question. "Whatever you think would be appropriate... I guess," she answered, looking rather awkward.

"Well that very much depends on what you have to eat? Have you decided yet?" as he turned to his dinner menu.

"I'm not sure. There's so much to choose from, and it all sounds great," she said weakly. "What would you recommend?" Edward's mind went blank. What he wanted wasn't on the menu; Bella lay out on the table, naked before him with different types of shellfish adorning her body with Thousand Island dressing covering her breasts, just waiting to be licked off.

"Edward..." Bella called.

"Oh, yes, wine... sorry, maybe a Pinot Grigio," he said, scanning down the list once more. He turned to the wine waiter, who had appeared at the table. "Can we have two bottles of Pinot Grigio and a pitcher of iced water please?" Edward said before handing back the menus. The waiter made a note in his little note pad. "Very good sir. There should be someone here to take your order when you're both ready."

"Thank you," Bella replied.

Bella looked around the restaurant, noticing that each table had candles and a small vase with two yellow roses. There were other couples of various ages sitting at various tables, smiling at each other, holding hands or feeding each other. Bella looked down at her hands as they rested on the table; she suddenly became very self conscious and could feel her face heating up, and that was before she'd even had a glass of wine. "Are you okay?" Edward asked with concern as he looked at her face.

"Honestly? Not really; I don't know why, but I suddenly feel out of place. "Her face now heated up to volcano level.

"Bella tonight is about us," he said, reaching for her hand. "This is couples night at the restaurant. Everyone is here with somebody they love; they're focused on each other. I hope we can do the same. Close your eyes," he instructed. Bella looked alarmed at him but he repeated, "Close your eyes, Bella, and try to imagine that there is no one else here, it's just you and me you and me," he repeated softly. As she closed her eyes, he held her hand and ran soothing circles on the back of her hand with his thumb. She visibly relaxed and after a few minutes he asked, "Better?"

She opened her eyes and stared into his, lost in his ocean of color. "Much." She sighed and squeezed his hand in return.

The waiter arrived at the table, and after some careful thought, Edward took charge and ordered for them both. "I hope you like what I've chosen," he remarked as the wine waiter appeared with their chosen wine, pouring a little into the glass for Edward to taste. "That's fine, thank you," Edward said, nodding his head as the waiter then poured them both a glass before putting it in the ice bucket to join the other one. A waitress appeared at the table holding the water jug, placed it on the table, and then they both discreetly left.

"Why do they always do that?" Bella questioned.

"What's that?" Edward asked, tilting his glass to his lips to take a sip but stopping before he could take one.

"Why do they always ask the man to taste the wine? It's not as if women don't know wine, and it's not that I do, but that's not the point. It's something that's bothered me for a long time. I mean I've seen it happen on TV..." she continued flailing her hand around, "and looking around, they do it here, too. I mean, what happens if I don't like it? Am I supposed to suffer in silence?" She wrapped up her speech by lifting her glass and taking a delicate sip.

"I'd not really thought about it, to be honest Bella," he said, taking another sip. "But you're right. Maybe I should have asked you, too. I apologize." He put down his glass and took her hand. "How are you feeling now?" he asked as he looked at her after her rant about the wine.

"Well, apart from a little annoyed about the wine thing, I guess I'm feeling a little better. I'm still a bit nervous with all these people about, but as long as you're with me, I'll survive," she said, winking at him, giving him a cheeky grin. His smiled widened in return and he squeezed her hand gently. They parted hands as the waiter appeared with their appetizers. Bella looked at the plate of food that was placed before her, her eyes going wide. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "How am I supposed to eat these?" She lifted up one of the very long crab legs. Edward picked up one of his own crab legs, explaining these were spider crabs and that there was a little tool that could reach the length of them. He picked up the tool, cracked the shell and scooped the delicate, white, moist flesh towards Bella's mouth. As she opened her mouth a little to take it, Edward instinctively opened his mouth too, as if encouraging her to eat what was offered. She wrapped her lips around the food and closed her eyes, savouring the taste and hummed as she carefully chewed what had been offered. Once her mouth was empty, she opened her eyes and looked at Edward; his eyes were hooded, and a sexy, lopsided grin appeared on his face.

"That was divine," she said, licking her lips, snapping him almost out of his lustful state. They finished the crab legs, Bella teasing Edward as she ate. The main course was then served and they flirted and drank wine and flirted some more, feeding each other, relaxing in the company of each other. They finished the first bottle of wine off as they finished their main course. Edward couldn't stand the flirting anymore so he called the waiter and asked if they could take their dessert to go. He took hold of Bella's hand and pulled her to her feet. As Edward was paying the bill, the waiter returned with their dessert boxed up, placing it on the side. Bella picked it up and carefully put the bag handles over her arm, while Edward carried the unopened bottle of wine in a bag the restaurant provided. As they opened the door to go out of the restaurant, an icy blast rushed against them, but all they did was laugh, the wine and food they'd consumed making them warm inside, but made their skin shiver. Bella tried to put on her wrap but found it difficult with her holding the dessert, so Edward helped her with it, and he left his arm around her shoulder as they made their way to a line of cabs that were waiting for a fare. They got in the first cab in the line and gave the driver the address and they were on their way.

On the way back, Edward pulled Bella into him, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. She snuggled into him, placing her hand over his heart. She surreptitiously placed her hand on his chest and let her fingers poke through the spaces between the buttons of his shirt and toyed with a little of his chest hair she came into contact with. She looked up at him and kissed his jaw line, all the while running a finger near his nipple, which immediately got hard. He placed a kiss on her head, took her hand from out of his shirt, and placed it on his thigh. Her hand started to wander up toward his crotch; he squirmed a little in his seat and warned Bella giving her a look that communicated that if she continued her path, there may be consequences to her actions. The cab driver pulled up in front of the hotel; Edward stiffened as the cab pulled up and the driver turned around to announce they'd arrived back at the hotel. The driver's eyes flickered to the compromising position they were both in, but said nothing, just turned back around and looked through the windshield, waiting for them to get out and pay him.

Edward fumbled to pay the driver as Bella held on to him, trying not to fall over - the drink made her slightly tipsy, and the euphoric mood they were both in didn't help. They took the back stairs to the hotel and back to their room, Bella giggling as she did, trying to shush herself with the back of her hand. Bella's giggling was so infectious that Edward soon joined in, and they were both a giggling mess as they stumbled to their room. "Ssshhh," Edward tried to warn her, putting a finger to his lips and failing miserably as he continued to giggle between them, stumbling up the stairs dragging Bella behind him. They eventually got to the room by way of groping and kissing their way there. The bag with the dessert was still swinging over Bella's arm, the chocolate essence wafting around as her arms went around him. The bottle of wine that Edward held was in danger of being dropped to the floor as Edward fiddled inside his pocket for the key card, while Bella continued to assault his neck and paw his body, still giggling and laughing as she did. "No... more... wine for you," Edward slurred, still giggling to himself.

"Oh yeah, mister, you're no angel either. You would have thought you'd be used to it by now," she sassed back, confusing herself.

"I'm not drunk, just high on life," he laughed, turning towards her.

"Yeah, whatever," she said as she tried to swat his backside and instead ran a finger down his body as the door eventually opened, and they stumbled into the room.

Bella grabbed at his jacket, trying to get it off him, as Edward was now holding her close, kissing down her neck descending toward her breasts. They were heaving from their laughing and giggling, now breathless, but she stilled as she felt the situation change. She let the dessert slide from her arm onto the floor forgotten, as she hitched up her dress and jumped up and put her legs around his waist as he tucked his hands under her bottom. He kicked the door closed and walked toward the bed, kissing her. As his knees made contact with the edge of the bed, he laid her down, continuing to kiss down her body. He stood up and started to undress carelessly, tossing the clothes to the side, while she lay there, looking at him like a siren, her hair splayed out above her, her arms above her head, yet their eyes never left each other. When Edward stood up, now clad in only his boxes and socks, he reached over and pulled her to her feet. He reached for the straps of her dress and let them dangle down her arms, gently kissed down her neck to her shoulders; she hung her head backwards to give him better access. His hands ran up the back of her dress and undid the zipper. He slowly and gently continued to push her dress down her body revealing little by little, adoring her as it did. She stepped out of it, kicking it to one side, leaving her bra and matching panties in place. Edward groaned at the sight. Driven by lust - or maybe it was the wine that had released their inhibitions. Either way, they were no longer denying themselves, as they each took off the remains of their undergarments; they clung to each other once naked, kissing and caressing. Bella lay on her back while Edward lay at her side, propping himself up. Bella reached up to remove a stray strand of hair that was in his eyes while he caressed her cheek, holding it as if holding a delicate rose.

"I love you," he breathed, the alcohol on his breath washing her face, but she didn't seem to mind as she took hold of the back of his head, pulling it to hers. Her left hand ran through the back of his hair, down to the nape of his neck, making him tremble in nervous anticipation, kissing her deeply. Their hearts raced just the same. He suddenly excused himself as he went to the bathroom before returning, and he then lay next to her; the stroking and the petting began again in earnest as he ran his hands up and down her body. Holding her breast in his hand, he tweaked her nipple, and she groaned, wanting more. He put his mouth to the other, flicking his tongue out as her nipple pebbled before him. He climbed above her as their bodies shifted and melted into each other; she hitched her legs up and around his waist as he settled between them. He looked at her as if asking permission for what he wanted to do next. Her eyes were closed, though, and he wasn't too sure how to precede, so he kissed her lips deeply, her mouth opening to accept the invitation of his tongue. For several minutes, they lay in a compromising condition, him not entering her, and she with her arms around him, holding one hand on his back the other on his buttock, her legs still hitched up around his waist as if offering him to enter her, but he wasn't going to push.

He wanted her badly, but as his penis burned to be inside her, he wouldn't until he knew she was ready. Her eyes flicked open to see him looking at her with such intensity, she could have self combusted. He murmured to her his intent. She smiled and nodded, closed her eyes, finding purchase with her hands on his shoulders as he so very slowly entered her. As he did so, a lone tear escaped her left eye as it slid down her temple, and she quickly wiped it away as Edward's head was down, making love to her neck and her body. The movements were beautiful as he pumped slowly into her, her legs moving further open to accommodate his body. Her hands held his head, running her fingers through his hair. He stilled to kiss her deeply as they connected further, not only in body but in soul. He started pumping again, his elbows digging into the side of the bed as he hitched himself up and started to move faster. A trickle of sweat from his forehead ran down his temple into his hair with the exertion. Bella tightened her grip on him as her body moved in time with his, relaxing and contracting through each thrust. Moans and sighs came out of both them; grunts as the exertion filled the room. Edward gritted his teeth as he came, Bella milking him for all he was worth as she basked in her orgasm just a little after he came. He rolled off her, tired, spent, and sweaty, but content. Bella felt the loss of his body heat and shivered. Edward pulled the covers over her and then kissed her deeply before getting up to fetch a warm cloth. Bella quickly got out of bed and went to retrieve the dessert and placed it on the side of the bedside cabinet, along with two teaspoons that were for making drinks. She settled herself back in the bed taking a seductive pose. He returned within minutes. Bella was now propped up on her elbow, looking towards the bathroom, waiting for him to come back to her. As the door opened, her face lit up and his did in return; his eyes looked as if they were on fire as they danced around her face and body. She looked away self consciously toward the sheet that was now covering her body that had a blush and the post coital afterglow. Her hair now dangled down between her breasts and down her back.

Edward walked over and gave her the cloth quickly, his awkwardness evident in the way he handed it to her as if it were alive and hissing at him. She thanked him as she made quick work of cleaning herself and then tossed it on the floor at the side of the bed. He then pulled on his underwear and lay next to her, propping himself up. Gently, he moved her hair behind her left ear and trailed a finger down her cheek, neck, and arm until he reached her hand; there, he interlocked their fingers. He brought them up to his mouth and kissed each individual finger tenderly before releasing it. As he stared into her eyes a quiet calm came over them both.

"I never knew it would feel like this," he choked out, as he watched himself stroke her side.

"Feel like what?" she asked tenderly, reaching out to hold his face before moving it down to his shoulder.

"I don't know how to describe it, this feeling I have, just lying here with you." He raised his eyes to hers. "I don't want it to end. The only words that keep springing to mind are blissed out... yeah, blissed out that's it." He sighed and closed his eyes as Bella moved a stray strand away from over his eyes before running a finger down the center of his nose. Before making contact with his lips, she reached for the chocolate confection and dipped her fingers in, and then tenderly ran her finger across his lips as he opened his mouth he drew her finger into it, sucking on it lightly. She gasped as his tongue swirled around her finger. His eyes opened as she withdrew it with a small popping noise as she did and then put it in her mouth to taste him.

He watched her as she sucked on her finger, vivid images rushing through his brain of her sucking something completely different. He pushed that thought aside although his body had other ideas, but for as much as he wanted to, the timing wasn't appropriate. They needed to sleep as the journey back to real life was only a few short hours away and he wanted to spend as much time as he possible could in the warmth of her love. Bella snuggled up closer to him, taking a deep breath, inhaling the heat and his delicious scent, which was all Edward, emanating from his body. He put his arms around her and watched her as she fell asleep.

He thought about what he'd just done with this beautiful creature in his arms. He wondered if he should regret his actions; his broken vow of chastity, and everything he believed in. But in those moments with her, he couldn't bring himself to do that. He would worry about that later, and accept the consequences of his actions if he were to come clean to the Church. But that was a big IF. However, if he didn't then could he add deceit to his list of mounting sins.

He would be excommunicated from the Church for sure.

Looking at the clock, he shook his head when he realized how late it was. He snuggled down next to Bella and closed his eyes. The earlier thoughts plagued his mind as he fell into an uneasy sleep.

Before he knew it, the phone started ringing, bringing them both out of their sleep. Edward reached over and answered it, pulling the comforter with him.

"This is your wake up call, sir," a cheerful voice announced.

"Yeah..." Edward cleared his throat of the grogginess he felt. "Thanks."

"Breakfast is served between 7:30 and 8:30 this morning," the cheery voice continued.

"Thanks, we'll be down between then," he said and put the phone down.

He had a small plan for the day. He wanted to take Bella and show her the little shopping center before they went to the airport.

He looked over at Bella; she'd rolled over while he was on the phone and was now resting on her stomach, her hair cascading down her back, and her bottom was peeping out from the scrap of cotton sheet left covering it. The sheet covered the rest of her body showing her perfect lines. He reached over and moved her hair away from her shoulder and gently kissed it. "Good morning beautiful," he whispered in her ear, as he trailed kisses down her back and back up.

Bella moaned a "Good morning," as she licked her lips, tasting the chocolate kisses from the night before. "What time is it?" she asked without looking up.

Edward's eyes flicked to the clock. "It's just after 7:00 a.m. Breakfast is at 8:00, so we've got just under an hour to get ready and packed," he said. He turned to look at her over his shoulder as he scrubbed his face. Bella stretched and then rolled over onto her back. The sheet fell away, giving Edward a flash of her assets; he caught sight of the hints of chocolate mousse still on them before she pulled the sheet back up over her. Edward scrubbed his face again and stood up with his back to her. "Okay, I'm just going to the bathroom, I should be done in about ten minutes," he said before hurrying there and closing the door behind him.

Bella was a little worried about his reaction. She wondered if it was her morning breath, so she cupped her hands and breathed into them and took a quick sniff. Her nose wrinkled at the smell and then got up and went to her bag and took out a mint and popped it in her mouth. Her stomach grumbled as the mint eventually hit it. She looked at the discarded packaging from last night and remembered how daring she was with the dessert. As she crossed in front of the mirror, she noticed that she still had some mousse on her body, and then she looked at the sheets on the bed. "Oh hell." She quickly went over and pulled the covers straight as if trying to hide the evidence.

She picked up the rest of the packaging and put it in the bin. She started to pick up the clothes that were strewn over the floor, just as the bathroom door opened Edward came out with a towel around his waist, while he was scrubbing his chest and hair with another. He looked over at Bella and his jaw dropped; she had just bent down to pick up his clothes, her breasts drooping in front of her and her bottom on show as if being invited to smack it. More chocolate mousse was evident on her body and he quickly turned and went back into the bathroom.

Bella heard the click of the bathroom door and turned around; she was sure she'd heard him come out. She put the items she'd picked up on a chair and then sauntered over to the bathroom and gently knocked on the door.

"Edward, are you okay?" she called.

A muffled "I'm fine, nearly finished," came through from the other side of the door, but sounded strange to her ears.

"Are you sure? You don't sound the same."

"Yeah, fine really, I'm just brushing my teeth."

"Oh, okay," she conceded.

In the bathroom, Edward had already had his shower and relieved himself of his morning wood, but the sight of Bella standing there stark naked, bending over, and covered in chocolate mousse, he had the sudden urge to bury himself inside her as she stood, while licking the remains of said chocolate mousse of her body. His erection stood strong and proud as by some miracle he was ready for round two, even after relieving himself in the shower. His sex drive was in over drive. While he stood there, his mind wandered to the future; it wouldn't be easy to be around Bella, even on another continent, even when they got back to the cottage. He would have to try and take advantage of the situation before his restraint would have to be bound and gagged back into the role he only thought he was destined for. It was a lot to bear, and he wondered how long it would take to get Bella out of his system. He shuddered at the thought and thought of himself as a selfish asshole. The thought scared him, being without Bella, and of him being selfish. Could he be that man?

With the knock at the door, Edward froze; his hand on his penis as Bella's voice came drifting through. He answered as best he could through gritted teeth and eyes screwed shut as he eventually came all over his hand and on the floor. He ran a cloth over the floor to clean his masturbatory results away, and then ran the water, covering up the lie about him brushing his teeth.

He eventually opened the door to see Bella, who now had a robe on, sitting on the end of the bed with her head down, her hair cascading down in front of her. She looked up as he walked out of the bathroom. "Sorry I took so long," he apologized as she got up and went to him, putting her arms around his neck and stood on her tip toes to kiss him as he bent over, then released him. He looked at the clock and gasped. "Would you look at the time, Bella, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize I'd been so long." Shame covered his face as he put his arms around her once again.

"It's okay, but if you don't let me go now," she said, taking his arms from around her, "as romantic as this is, I need to pee." She blushed, and then ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

She emerged from the bathroom fifteen minutes later, steam and perfume wafting from the door.

Edward was dressed in his travelling clothes - comfy pants and a turtleneck, with a light weight plaid shirt over the top. Her eyes wandered up and down him until they settled on his eyes and she smiled at him. "You look... nice," she blurted out before walking over to him and giving him a small tender kiss. She stood back from him and went to get dressed.

"I'll take the luggage downstairs," he said, picking up their bags, "I'll give you some privacy to get ready," he said sadly. She nodded in thanks, and he left the room.

Bella quickly got dressed, tied her hair up, added a little makeup, took one last glance in the mirror, and decided it would have to do. The journey back would be long, and she would have to refresh her make up more when she returned. She took one last sweep through the bedroom they had occupied to make sure they hadn't left anything, and with a heavy heart, picked up her hand bag and with one last sweeping look around the rest of the rooms, she opened the door and stepped into the corridor, closing the door behind her.

Edward was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs and took her bag. He placed it with his and they went for breakfast. Blueberry pancakes were the hotel's special for breakfast for the day, so they ordered those, and, while waiting, they helped themselves to what was on the breakfast counter. They selected orange juice and coffee, before taking a seat at a table near the window. They then went back to look what was on offer and there was a selection of cereal so they helped themselves to a small amount of cereal while waiting for the pancakes to arrive. They ate in relative silence as other residents joined them in the breakfast area, greeting them as they were spoken to, until everyone was seated and enjoying their meals.

The waitress eventually arrived with their blueberry pancakes and placed their plates before them. Their eyes met and they laughed at the absurdity of what was before them. The pancakes were stacked at least six inches high with summer fruits: blueberries, strawberries, and cream. Their stomachs growled in unison and their mouths watered. Edward leaned over and whispered in Bella's ear, "I guess this makes up for our extracurricular activities last night." He smirked. Bella blushed and quickly swept her eyes over the occupants of the room before returning her eyes to the pancakes, hoping that they hadn't heard. As she cut into them, the cream and blueberries squished out the sides. With a piece on her fork she managed to get a piece to her mouth and hummed in contentment. A little cream was on the side of her mouth and Edward watched as her tongue peeked out to lick it up, his tongue followed suit. They eventually finished their pancakes and Bella pushed her plate away and sat back, her hands on her distended stomach. "I don't think I could eat for a week after that," she joked, patting her stomach.

Edward laughed. "I know what you mean," he agreed, reaching over to pat her stomach, but she swatted his hand away.

The proprietor came over and asked if everything was alright. Bella and Edward laughed jovially, letting him know everything was more than fine and the pancakes had lived up to their reputation. The proprietor left grinning widely.

They checked out of the hotel after paying the bill and waited for the taxi to arrive. When it pulled up in front, Edward gave the taxi driver the bags to put in the back, and they climbed in. Edward gave the driver the address of the shopping mall, and they left the hotel behind, passing by the war memorial that they'd seen earlier and the small restaurants and shops. They hit the open countryside, the roads meandering through it, until they reached the little hamlet where the shopping mall was. It was literally in the middle of nowhere, and if anyone stopped, it would have been out of idle curiosity. As they got out, Edward spoke to the taxi driver, advising him that they would be a couple of hours, and requesting that he come back and pick them up when Edward called.

Bella waited by the door for Edward before entering. As they walked in, the perfumes assaulted their noses; incense sticks burned and the colors on the inside were like walking into Aladdin's cave. Intricate paintings and carvings were on the wall, and passageways led to various alcoves and different parts of the interior. Bella and Edward wandered in different directions, each taking their own path as they looked at various parts of the complex. Bella bought a few trinkets and put them in her bag. Edward was to be found in a bookstore browsing the titles. They eventually met back up and headed outside waiting for the taxi. Bella showed Edward her purchases while they waited. The air outside was warmer than inside the shopping mall, and Edward took off his shirt, leaving the turtleneck on, which defined his upper torso; Bella couldn't resist running her hands down his back while they waited. Edward wrapped his arm around her waist as they stood together. The taxi arrived five minutes later; they got in and were whisked away to the airport, as their long trip back had started.

Plane hopping wasn't much fun, and when they eventually landed back at their original destination, Jasper and Alice were there to greet them. Jasper helped with the bags and put them in the trunk. They were both very quiet on the way back to the cottage, absolutely shattered from the long trip; they even tried to sleep while in the air, their eyelids drooping as they sat in the back. Alice tried to ask them all sorts of questions about the trip, but Jasper put a hand on her knee. "Alice," he said, "I think it's best if we leave it for now... you know the twenty questions. They've had a very long journey, and it's very late."

"I guess you're right. Sorry, you guys," she conceded quietly.

"It's okay, there's always another time. But yeah, it's been quite a gruelling time travelling." Edward looked at Bella, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "But it's been so worth it."

The car pulled up to the cottage. Jasper got out and retrieved their luggage and pulled out the key from his jeans pocket and gave it to Edward; as Jasper had been looking after it for safe keeping. Edward helped Bella out of the car, and they walked slowly to the door. They turned and waved as Jasper and Alice left. Once inside, they dropped their bags. Edward locked the door and they headed upstairs. Exhausted, they got onto the bed without undressing, pulled the blanket that lay at the bottom of the bed over them and fell asleep.

A/N Thanks for reading, adding to your favourites and recommending. Thanks for the reviews and for those of you who have just found this story, hope you enjoyed the journey. Thanks to Caz and Wendy who have been awesome in helping me in this journey. Thanks to Bakergirl for her help in pointing the way for flights as I had a Hissy fit when I realised my time zones were screwed. Since writing this I have used my own experiences of going to PEI and staying at the Eden Hurst Inn. Unfortunately I have found out that it has now been turned back into a private home.

There will be an Epilogue to this story, as and when; as I have now decided that I just don't have to time to write a sequel at this point, but I do have a few other ideas and maybe just one shots or 2 or 3 chapter stories, I guess it depends on how it goes. Apologies to those who were expecting a sequel.

Just a couple of rec's that I've been reading and as promised, I've been reading House of Cards by therunaway1. This one is very angst ridden story and has had me in tears in just about every chapter, it's a great read, nothing has had me in tears this much since I read Wide Awake, so please review, it deserves it very much, let her know that I rec'd it to you.

Also A Pound Of Flesh by jaxon22 which is in my top 20. It's difficult to have a top 10 I don't even want to think about what I'd have for number 1, there may be something out there that I haven't yet discovered which will overtake my current list.

Much love to all and until next time.