6. Surprise

Edward, Cullen

As we closed towards the empty terminal for our flight back to Port Angeles and then a run into Forks, I could tell Bella’s nerves or guilt felt heightened as she had left Renee and not told her about Phil’s sudden re-appearance last night.

As we had laid on the couch last night, the throb of Renee’s and Phil’s unsteady heart filled the deep silent night air, I had listened into Phil’s thoughts further. What I found there was a little more complicated than we had thought. Phil had been out late drinking with his friends for the past month, he and Renee had been fighting lately. When I told Bella her face seemed to crease with worry.

“I shouldn’t have left her, Edward,” her voice an octave higher than usual.

I kissed her cheek, breathing in the banquet of smells leaping off her marble skin, she shivered in my grasp. “She’ll be alright,” I whispered in ear. “Renee can cope, I know.”

She cocked her head to the side and stared into my eyes. She smiled. “I bet you know,” she snickered.

“I do; she’s just like you. Small but stubborn, and instantly loveable,” she snuggled closer to me.

As I curled my arm around her waist and pulled her into the empty airbase hanger her breath was ceased, inside was the sleek and streamlined jet I had ordered to fly us home. She was unaware of me spending money on her, “Edward Cullen, have you been spending money on me again?”

She hated the fact that I had to spend money to buy her materialistic objects, ‘I have everything I need already,’ she would exclaim. I nodded to her question, she grinned as she playfully punched me in the shoulder. I caught her arm before it reached mine and pulled her into an embrace, she truly is a beautiful creature, how can I be so lucky to her to myself?

“Sir, madam, your flight is ready to leave. Would you like me to show you around before take off?”

Bella gave me a quizzical look and shrugged; the man continued and strode towards the plane. The interior of the plane was covered in leather with minimalist colors across the walls. The human male’s mind was buzzing with activity; he was wondering how we could afford such a plane and what we would do with it. He was shortly dismissed. Bella gracefully strode towards me, “So where’s the captain,” she chuckled.

“Right here,” I picked up the hat from the couch and presented it to her.

Her smile expanded, “You’re flying the plane?” she questioned placing the captains hat on my head, she giggled. Holding my hand we walked into the main area of the plane and sat down, seat belts tightly locked – not that it was necessary.

When the flight had taken off, Bella watching me intently, she questioned about everything – that’s my Bella. “Since when do you know how to fly a plane?” she demanded.

“Known for a while,” I answered plainly.

“What was the point in hiring a jet with all that furniture back there if we’re not going to use it?”

I raised an eyebrow, “Who said we weren’t going to use it?”

“Well since the captain is busy flying the plane I don’t it would be much of use,” she sighed.

I chuckled, pressing a flashing button far to my right I took my hands off the steering wheel – my Bella instantly reacting. “Honey, it’s alright. I’m on autopilot,” I smirked.

With the plane flying itself to Port Angeles, we snuggled up on one of the chairs by the small jet window, Bella sitting comfortably on my lap while I curled strands of her hair into ringlets with my fingers. I hummed her lullaby quietly for a while but our near perfect silence was interrupted, she jumped from me, “Oh Edward, look!” she cried. I did as she said; I now understood what she meant. “Isn’t it stunning?”

The sky was a muted pink; threads of blue piercing through the soft pallid clouds, in between there cradled the sun – its rays penetrating the window sending our skins alight with sparkling crystals. I looked deep into my Bella’s eyes, it sending shivers of vicious venom through my body. The evening ending in bliss, both cuddled into each other by the window watching the sun duck behind the clouds waiting patiently for the rain.

“Edward?”

“Yes.”

“What would you do if this plane crashed, right now?”

My Bella had became accustomed to asking questions like this, she wants answers and I give them to her, however much it might hurt myself. I knew I would never put her through anything so tormenting again, for her sake and our daughters – our daughter Renesmee.”When we got close enough to the ground I would jump out with you.”

“Where have I heard that before,” she giggled joyfully.

When we reached our destination we took a swift, but graceful, run to Forks – passing Bella’s old house in which she stopped to spare some memories. On reaching the house I could sense several presences: Alice watching out for our long awaited arrival, Jacob in his wolf form in the fringes of the forest, the others occupied and lastly, Renesmee bouncing on her chair to see us. We both smiled as our daughter came running towards us, her arms outstretched.

Jacob followed us into the house shortly after, his lips spreading into a smile; after he hugged Bella and welcomed us back he went in search of food. His thoughts were full of delight; I could sense his rumbling laughter in his mind.

“Where are Carlisle and Esme?” Bella asked.

“We sent them hunting far to the North while we set up, your clothes are upstairs – I thought it would be quicker.”

Alice had this all planned out, for weeks Bella and Alice has been plotting without us knowing. They were going to throw a Mother’s Day party for Esme, of course when we heard we all got involved. The house was now filled with millions of vases, roses and many other species of flower sprouting from them, the lights from mine and Bella’s wedding – which brought beautiful memories – were hung on the walls.

Heading up stairs we all got dressed; while Bella was dressing Nessie in a smart little dress she looked at me doubtfully. “Do you think Esme will like it?”

“Of course, she’ll love it.”

“I just don’t know, I think it might bring back some bad memories from her past.”

I strode over and kissed her on the head, along with our daughters who laughed ecstatically. I remembered Esme’s past perfectly but it wasn’t to be discussed today. “It will be great,” I answered leaving the spare room.

When Carlisle and Esme returned everyone was waiting, Nessie hiding behind Jacob’s legs laughing and giggling.

“Surprise!”

Esme was shocked into a massive surprise; her mind was in confusion about everything. “Did you do this, Carlisle?”

“I honestly had no idea,” he replied.

I grasped Bella’s hand and she looked at me. Pulling away she walked up to Esme who greeted her with a warm hug, “Happy Mother’s Day Esme.”

“Oh, Bella. You did this for me?”

“Not just me, everyone helped. I just wanted to make it a special day for both my mothers.” Esme’s heart leapt with joy and she smiled, her face portraying her happiness. “Here’s a gift from everyone, we thought it would be perfect,” Bella said handing her a little woven bag. “Jacob made the bag, he wanted to help.”

Jacob shrugged in the distance.

“Thank you Jacob,” pulling the thin draw strings at the side of the little bag it sprung open, from inside she pulled out a silver locket – ‘Special mother’ engraved into the front.

That was when Renesmee jumped out from behind Jacob and came running towards Esme and Carlisle, a picture held tightly in her fists. Picking Nessie up, she plucked the picture from her hands. Esme’s heart lurched, everything went still.

I could see the pictures, everything flicking through the mind. She stopped on the image of a still child, his hair strewn across his creased face. Her first born. Bella looked at me nervously, I nodded.

There was a few seconds silence before anyone could make a move, or a sound, Esme was the first to break to the quiet. “I’m so I was just remembering something.”

“I didn’t mean to trigger any bad memories,” Bella threw in quickly.

Esme held up a hands to continue, “Don’t worry, Bella, you didn’t do anything of a sort. Actually you brought back good memories; I remembered the feeling of being a mother and realised I still am to all of you. You are my family now and there’s no need to linger in the past, thank you Bella for everything. You’d made me understand now.”

Our daughter was the last to speak before the celebrations ended that night; it was the standing chord of the whole evening. She pulled her arms around Esme’s neck and whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too, darling Nessie.”

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