As soon as the wedding reception was over, Edward and I left for our honeymoon. He wouldn’t tell me where he was taking me, though. So, I ended up sitting on a plane, begging him over and over to tell me.

“No,” he repeated, for the millionth time. “Bella, will you please just be patient? We will get there soon and then you’ll know!”

“But Edward—“

“No buts, Bella! We’re going to arrive in about an hour. Until then, would you please try to relax?”

“Ugh. Fine!” I closed my eyes, lay my head on Edward’s shoulder, and tried to sleep.

Sure enough, I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was no longer in the plane. I was laying in a huge, round, very comfortable bed with a red comforter on me. I sat up and looked around, trying to find Edward. I started freaking out around 5 seconds after I realized he wasn’t in here with me!

I decided to try to calm down and go out to the balcony I spotted about two seconds ago. The view was beyond my imagination! This beach had to be the prettiest one I have ever seen, in real life and in movies! Suddenly, I felt a pair of cold, strong arms around me.

“Good morning, Mrs. Cullen,” he whispered in my ears.

“Hey there, Mr. Cullen,” I turned around and kissed him. We kissed for a pretty long time, but then he broke the kiss. Edward and his rules. . .

“Ah, Bella,” he sighed.

I sighed too. “So, now are you going to tell me where we are?”

“Yes. We are in Hawaii. I booked this house and the beach for us for two weeks.”

“Wait, we’re going to be here all alone for two entire weeks?!” I was overjoyed by this news.

“Yepp.” He smiled, obviously just as happy as I was about having two weeks together, all alone, without Charlie checking on us every once in a while, and without the Cullens with their super-hearing.

Alone. Just him and me.

We went to the beach and played in the ocean. Edward was looking as godly as ever, if not more. We didn’t realize the time pass, and soon the sun was setting!

Edward walked me over to this little hut where he had all sorts of drinks for me. Margaritas, Pina Coladas, Daiquiris. . . You name it, he had it! Of course all of them were non-alcoholic, which was perfect, ‘cause I can’t stand alcohol.