It hardly even seemed like a half of an hour after hunting that I saw “The City of Denali Welcomes You” painted proudly on a road sign. Moments later we were winding through a small suburb with identical houses everywhere. I raised my eyebrows. “This doesn’t really seem like Esme’s style.” I commented.

Alice’s chuckled in response. “No, Its not.” Just as she spoke, the car gracefully lurched to the right as we detoured onto a long winding driveway.

“Esme much prefers a fixer-upper.” Edward supplied as we rounded a smooth corner and came into view of a large Victorian mansion.

“This doesn’t exactly look like a fixer-upper.” I gasped.

“It was when she bought it.” Alice chimed.

I stared wide eyed at the breathtaking view before me. Chalky white, three stories high, the majestic mansion towered gracefully among the plethora of convenient trees. There were balconies jutting out everywhere and the wraparound porch was beautiful.

Edward unnecessarily helped me out of the car as he smiled – “Well, Mrs. Cullen, shall we venture up to our honeymoon suite?”

Alice laughed. “Not above my room I hope, I don’t want to be hearing-”

Edward cut her off with a playful shove.

Esme and Carlisle met us at the door.

“Welcome home.” Esme beamed.

“How was hunting?” Carlisle pressed before I had the chance to compliment Esme on her choice of house.

“Fine.” I muttered. “But don’t worry, I’m still as weird as I was when I was human. I can’t seem to get rid of my freakish quality.”

Carlisle’s forehead wrinkled in confusion but Edward interrupted before he could speak.

“We’ll talk about it later Carlisle.”

“Alright.” Carlisle accepted. “Tonight then, after you’ve settled in.”

With the matter of my freakishness set to be dealt with later, Edward pulled me eagerly into the house. I smiled as I realized that he was making no secret of his haste to get to the bedroom.

The vast amount of work that Esme had put into this house was astonishing. The renovations were obvious, seeing as the inside of the main level of this house looked very similar to the house in Forks. It was cleared of any walls that were not vital to its sturdiness and painted white with flowers in vases and candles everywhere. Along the east and west walls were pressed two curving staircases carved from the most flawless marble I had ever seen, – aside from Edwards skin, of course. He pulled me towards the eastern staircase and began touring me through the new home. He had seen the layout of the house in Esme’s mind long ago, when she bought it, so he was perfectly capable of providing a well educated tour.