So, not so new story ... I'm reposting this. This story was pulled years ago by FFn. That decision (without any sort of warning, really) forced me to move from just posting on FFn to Stars (then The Writer's Coffee Shop), AO3, and FictionPad. After doing some thinking, and FicPad turning into a for-profit platform, I've decided to repost this here.

This is ALREADY COMPLETE! PREWRITTEN

I will be doing some editing for content, but this is written in its entirety on Stars, AO3, Wattpad and FicPad (when it's not being a pain in the butt).

Carrots? Has anyone seen any carrots? The plot bunny attacked and well, you all are going to reap the benefits. NEW STORY! I've been writing some pretty heavy stuff lately and well, I'm going to lighten it up a bit. It's not going to be a humorous story (though there will be some funny bits) but it will be romantic. Some drama…some light angst (there needs to be some sort of conflict or it wouldn't be worth reading, kids).

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Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Island of Love

Epilogue

BPOV

"Thank you, Mrs. McGovern. Everything will be set up according to your plans," I said. "Your anniversary will be everything you have ever dreamed of. Perhaps, even better than your wedding. Call any time if you have any concerns."

"I doubt it. I appreciate all of the hard work, Bella," Mrs. McGovern sang. "We'll see you in a month." I smiled, ending the Skype call with my client. At the resort, I worked closely with guests and clients who wanted to set up destination weddings, anniversaries and other parties. It worked out perfectly since I was only part-time. The rest of my time, I wrote a travel blog or on my novelizations of Edward's Elvendore games. Every so often, especially when we were back in Seattle, I'd write a few free-lance stories for Marcus. He still tried to wheedle me back to the paper, but my home was on the island.

The Island of Love.

A Ilha do Amor.

The place where Edward and I shared our lives with our family, closest friends and our children.

Yep, children.

We had three children. Sarah, who was seven going on thirty, Carlie, who was four and our little peanut, Abigail, who had just turned one. We had all girls. Edward was in seventh heaven, doting on each of us and spoiling us rotten. I wanted a boy for my husband, but he just loved being a dad.

He was amazing at being a father.

"Bella?" called Rosalie. "You need to get going. Your flight is leaving early tomorrow morning and you still need to pack."

"I know. I know," I said. "I just had to Skype with Mrs. McGovern."

"You don't want Edward packing for you. He'll pack skimpy nighties and no clothes," Rose laughed, pulling me out of my chair. "You need to have real clothes for where you're going."

"Again, I do not know where we're going. It's our ten year anniversary," I snorted.

"Edward is the king of being evasive," Rose teased, walking with me to my golf cart. "I will tell you one thing. The first week of your vacation is just you and your hubby. The second week, we'll be flying up with all of the girls."

"A week without my babies?" I squeaked.

"You only celebrate your ten year anniversary once, Bella," Rose chided. "It's not like you and Edward need any help in the sex department. Remember, I have the office next to you." I blushed, hiding behind my hair. Our insatiable sexual appetite had only increased with each year we were together. And when we weren't home, we got louder. "Look, the girls are at home. Esme and Carlisle will be arriving early tomorrow morning when you leave to watch your monkeys."

"My children are not monkeys," I argued.

"Okay, Sarah acts like a mini-adult but Carlie so squirrely and loves to climb on everything!" Rose laughed. "Especially Emmett!"

"She loves her Uncle Emmy," I smirked. "And you're sure you can't tell me where I'm going?"

"I'll tell you that you are going back to the states," Rose said. "And that's all you're getting. Now, go home. Love up on your babies and pack up for a two week long anniversary vacay that you will never forget."

"Our honeymoon was pretty unforgettable," I said. Rose rolled her eyes, hugging me tightly before I got into the golf cart. "I'll talk to you later, Ro. Love you!"

"Love you, Bell," she said as I pulled away. I waved, driving the twenty minutes to our large villa on the southern tip of the island. I only went to the resort to make that phone call with Mrs. McGovern, but a ton of other little problems popped up before I Skyped her. What should have been an hour tops, turned into a half a day.

Walking into my home, I smiled at the chaos that was spread all throughout the main floor. My girl's toys were tossed everywhere, Edward's music was splayed on the piano and his computer was open on the kitchen table. "Hello? I'm home!" I called. There were no responses, but I heard squealing behind the house. Dropping my keys on the entry table, I walked through the kitchen and picked up a water bottle. Edward was being chased my Carlie while Sarah was playing with baby Abigail on a blanket in the sand. In Carlie's hands was a large water gun, spraying my husband with a continuous stream of water.

"Is Daddy getting another shower, Carlie?" I chuckled from the porch.

"MOMMY!" Carlie screeched, dropping the gun and running toward me. She flew into my arms, holding me tightly. "Where were you?"

"I'm sorry, baby. Things got crazy at the resort," I said, kissing her cute little button nose.

"For a second there, I thought that you weren't going to be able to go on our second honeymoon," Edward crooned, kissing my lips chastely. "Hmmm, another one." I smiled, eagerly accepting another sweet kiss from my hubby. Putting down Carlie, he snaked his arms around my body and nuzzled my neck. "Everything okay?"

"It's fine. Just little things that needed my attention. My assistant is not as on-the-ball as Anita was," I scowled. "Why did she have to move to Sao Paolo?"

"Sick mother," Edward frowned. "I promised her that her job would be intact if she should decide to come back. I know you were close with Anita."

"I hope she does come back. Now, what do you want for dinner?" I asked.

"Nothing. I've got something warming in the oven since we have to pack our bags for our trip, Mrs. Cullen," Edward smirked, smacking my ass lightly. "Sarah, come set the table!" He walked over to the blanket, scooping Abigail into his arms and blowing a raspberry into her belly. Abigail laughed, kicking her feet. Sarah walked past, giving me a hug before darting to set the table. Edward took out some casserole dishes from the oven and we sat down at the kitchen table after I made a fresh salad. The girls told me about their day at Nana Esme's with Caitlyn, who was ten and the five-year-old twins, Cassidy and Caleb, Rosalie's children. Poor Caleb was the only boy on the island and he was so over being dressed up as a girl or being the bad guy.

They did have a few boy cousins with Alice's brood, but they didn't live on the island. Alice and Jasper, who got back together after her year-long stint with Eleazar after we had gotten married, were living happily in Palm Springs. They never married, but had two children, both boys. Jared was six and his brother, Julian, had just turned two. Alice had opened up an event coordinating business in Palm Springs and Jasper was her partner.

Alice's emotional pain really cut to the quick with her. What she experienced the first time with James had scarred her, but the reemergence of James in her safe haven was too much for her to bear. She couldn't handle being down on the island for any time longer than a few weeks. She tried shortly after getting back together with Jasper, but her nightmares and controlling behavior returned within a month. After that, she and Jasper decided to move to Palm Springs, permanently. I was sad that she was not in the same continent, but I understood her reasoning.

"Dinner was amazing, Edward," I said. "You should cook more often."

"I would, but you're so much better," he quipped, kissing my cheek. I smirked as I gathered the dishes. Sarah and I worked on washing them while Edward gave baths to both Abigail and Carlie.

"Sarah, do you know where your father is taking me?" I asked.

"Yep," she answered.

"And you're not going to tell me?" I pouted.

"Nope. Dad knows you hate surprises, but you'll love this one," Sarah chuckled, looking so much Edward. "Oh, and this is for you. It's a hint." She handed me a box and skipped up the stairs to her room. Opening the box, I was not surprised to see jewelry. My husband loved to lavish me with gems and beautiful things. I adored each and every thing he got me. I truly felt spoiled, though. I picked up the bracelet that was nestled on the velvet, smiling softly. I didn't recognize the stone but it was a bright indigo color with some iridescent veining inside. I put it on my wrist before going upstairs to grab our luggage.

Sarah was in our room, talking with Edward. When I entered, they both smiled at me. Sarah had my features but Edward's coloring. Her hair was unique shade of bronze and her eyes were bright green. My oldest daughter was going to be a knockout. Edward was already turning grey at the attention she got at school. Carlie was an odd duck. Her hair was white blonde and she had deep brown eyes. When speaking with Esme, she explained that Edward's hair was light when he was a boy and darkened as he got older. I was just shocked when I gave birth to a blonde baby since I was a brunette and Edward's hair was darker as well. Carlie was a total daddy's girl and was his mini, minus the blonde hair of course. Abigail was a perfect mixture of both me and Edward. She had dark brown hair with hazel eyes. Her nose and mouth were all Edward but her size and expressions clearly reflected me.

"Go check on your sister," Edward said, kissing Sarah's forehead. "Make sure that she used the detangle stuff in her hair."

"Yes, Dad," she chirped, skipping out of our room. Sarah hugged me before running to the girl's bathroom. Abigail was crashed out in her play pen in our bedroom, dressed in her jammies.

"Nice hint," I said, wriggling my wrist. "Pretty color but the hint is lost on me. Any other clues?"

"You're brilliant. You can figure it out," Edward chuckled, wrapping me in his arms. I arched a brow at him, wanting him to spill the beans. I was tired and my brain was oozing out of my ears from all of the thinking I had to do today. "Okay, from the look of frustration on your face, I'll give you more. It's the state gem of where we're going for our second honeymoon."

"So, based off what you've told me, we're going to the United States and this brilliantly blue stone is my only hint to which of the fifty-one states we're going to?" I asked. "And it's safe to assume that we're not going to Seattle, right?"

"Right. We just back from a trip from there. Think warmer, but on the same coast," Edward explained. "That should help with the packing. I did all I could." He pointed to a large suitcase, filled with all of my best lingerie.

"Am I walking around in thongs and nighties, Edward?" I teased.

"For the first week," he growled, his eyes darkening.

xx AIDA xx

EPOV

My beautiful wife of ten years was sprawled out on the king-sized bed in our hotel suite in Napa Valley. She was gloriously naked, her tanned skin in stark contrast to the crisp white sheets of the bed. Our need for each other had exploded to an almost insurmountable level.

I had wanted to take her on another whirlwind tour of Europe, but learning from our honeymoon, it was more of a hassle than relaxing. I decided on staying at Meadowood in Napa Valley. Jasper was the one to suggest it since he brought Alice there for their reunion, the day celebrating her decision to give him a second chance. We needed to reconnect and traveling for six weeks like our honeymoon was not the most romantic, or feasible way to do that. Choosing a high-end, exclusive resort was my brilliant idea for the first week of our anniversary trip. For the second week, our children were coming up with Rose and Emmett to go to Disneyland.

Not to mention all of the other important people in our lives. Bella didn't know that. She was going to be so surprised!

Our most recent trip to Seattle was cut short due some mechanical malfunction down on the island. One of the main sewer lines on the island was clogged and most of our luxury villas were not getting fresh water. We both had to fly back to put out some pretty significant fires. The visit with our Seattle family was not as long as it should have been and I wanted to give that back to my wife. She'd given up so much for me and for our life. The least I could do was give her the world, or in this case, our friends and family.

We were leaving the next morning, hopping a flight down to Anaheim to meet up with our children, Rose, Emmett, their children, along with Jasper and Alice, their children, Becca and Daniel, with their two kids, Paul with his adoptive son and the rest of our Seattle family, with the exception of Angela and Ben. They were unable to make it due to a death in Angela's family. They had to fly to Maine to bury her grandmother and they would not be back until after we had left California.

Not too much had changed after we made our home in Brazil. Nearly everybody stayed in Seattle and occasionally came down to visit, staying with our family or with us. The most noticeable absence was Rob, Paul's husband. Right after they had celebrated their five year anniversary, Rob started complaining of stomach aches. After a slew of tests, Rob was diagnosed with advanced stage pancreatic cancer. Within three months of his diagnosis, he was dead and Paul was a single father of a six year old boy. The adoption proceedings had been finalized the day before Rob's death. Paul was so confused. He had finally realized his dream of becoming a parent, but it was overshadowed by the death of his soul mate.

We all rallied behind him, even flying him down to the island with Thomas, his son, so he could grieve in his own way and with the support of people who loved him. Rob's family was fighting for sole custody of Thomas and Paul by his own family had been disowned due to his sexual orientation. Rob's family lost the custody battle since both of their names were listed on the adoption petition. They were awarded visitation privileges. Since Rob's death, they'd seen Thomas three times and made no further contact after the last time, three years ago.

Bella and I were Thomas's god parents and if anything happened to Paul, Thomas would live with us. As far as Paul was concerned, we were his family. So much so that Paul and Thomas had a small villa on the island. Every few months, they'd come down during school breaks and recharge. We also made it a mission to spend time with Paul and Thomas when we come up to Seattle to visit.

A low hum broke my reverie. Bella turned and she was pressed against my chest. Her naked form conforming to my body. Her curls were laying over my arm and I smiled softly. My beautiful wife. She was just as beautiful as the day that I met her. Her body had changed from carrying our three perfect daughters, but she was still undeniably sexy. I ran my fingers up and down her spine, tracing her soft skin. Bella smiled against my shoulder, wedging her leg between mine. Her pussy was pressed against my thigh and I could feel her warmth. I bit back a groan, wanting to make love to her right now. Unfortunately, we had just fallen asleep a few hours earlier. Without the responsibility of children and our jobs, our insatiable need for each other returned with a vengeance. Every flat surface of our luxury hotel room had been christened by our lovemaking. Every inch of my wife's body was worshipped by my tongue and fingers.

"Edward," Bella moaned, grinding her hips and pressing her pussy further into my thigh. "More…"

My wife was having a sex dream. Her arousal coated my leg and it woke up the monster.

Who was I kidding? It already was awake.

I just couldn't get enough of my wife.

I rolled us so Bella was more on her back. Nuzzling her neck, I kissed down her body. I took a brief detour around her luscious tits, lavishing them with languid, sexy licks. Bella whimpered, her hands moving to my hair and tangling into my messy locks. Her eyes were still closed. I continued my trek down her body, pressing reverent kisses to belly and down to her Caesarian scar. With a crooked grin, I thanked her for our children before spreading her legs, displaying her wet and needy sex.

Tenderly, I kissed her inner thighs, growling lowly. Her scent was combined with mine and it was a heady fragrance. My inner caveman reveled in the fact that I could smell myself inside of her. She was mine. Just like I was hers. She owned me, mind, body and spirit. Unable to resist, I ran my tongue along the length of her pussy. Our combined flavors exploded on my tongue. Bella's gasp indicated to me that she was now fully awake. "Oh, GOD!" she nearly shrieked.

"Not God, your husband," I quipped before sliding my tongue inside of her. With my thumb and forefinger, I rolled her clit as I tasted her, devouring her pussy. Bella was wriggling, pushing against my face and needing more. Kissing up sex, I nibbled on her clit as I eased two fingers into her. Her hands tightened in my hair, tugging almost painfully on the strands. She was chanting incoherently, her movements begging for her release. She didn't need to beg. I would always get my baby off. Watching her in the throes of passion, her head thrown back and her body convulsing as she gushed out her release was one of the most amazing things I'd ever seen. Each time made me love her even more. Only I could make her feel this way and I would gladly do it for the rest of my days.

"Edward, I'm…FUCK!" she wailed, her hands pounding on the bed. Her body arched off the bed as the muscles of her pussy clenched around my fingers. I tasted her release as it coated my tongue. It was sweet, spicy and all Bella. With a shuddering sigh, Bella collapsed onto the bed, boneless and sated. Beaming, I clambered up the bed and lay on my side, running my fingers over her belly. She stopped my hand and pushed me onto my back, straddling my hips. Her mouth crashed against mine, moving ardently and tasting herself on my lips. "I love you," she rasped, rolling her hips. "Every day, I fall in love with you even more, Edward."

"Bella, there are no words to describe how much I love you," I murmured against her lips. She smiled and slid down my cock, enveloping me in her warmth. My arms wrapped around her body as we moved in concert with each other. I was buried to the hilt, relishing in the feeling having her all around me. We kissed each other languidly as we made love, connecting the way that only we could. My hands cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples while she undulated above me. Bella's fingers were scratching down my back as her muscles clenched around me. Her lips moved down my jaw, pushing me back onto the pillows. With another kiss to my neck, Bella sat up, leaning back on my knees and moving like a dancer. I watched her with rapt attention, completely turned on by her sinuous movements. My cock disappeared within her, filling her body. Bella's breath was heavy, wanton with need.

"Bella, love…I'm so close. Please…" I pleaded, my hands gliding over her tanned skin. Bella smiled down at me, increasing her movements. Her muscles tightened slightly and she rolled her body. Pressing my thumb to her clit, I circled it as she rode me. Bella's mouth opened and she looked down where we were joined. Her body shuddered and she fell forward. She was in the midst of a powerful orgasm, quaking all around my cock. Her release triggered mine. My orgasm zipped through me like a lightning bolt. I gasped while my cock twitched within her.

Our breathing slowed and I slipped out. My arms were wrapped around Bella's waist. Her fingers were massaging my scalp. "This brings back memories of our first two years of marriage," she giggled. "Sex. All of the time." She got up off my body, curling next to me. "Don't get me wrong. I love our children. They are amazing, but I've missed this. It's been so long since we've been alone. This was a perfect way to celebrate our anniversary. You're brilliant, Mr. Cullen."

"I do try, Mrs. Cullen," I chuckled.

xx AIDA xx

After the second week in Anaheim, we flew back to Rio with our children. The anniversary vacation had been a success. However, I was anxious to get back to work. The type-A control freak in me didn't like the manager they had hired to fill in for me while I was gone. Mario did an okay job, but no one could do my job as well as I did. Well, except for Bella, but that's because we almost share a brain.

Two days after we arrived back on the island, I was working in my office. I was preparing the schedule for the upcoming month and checking the reservations, verifying what villas were being used and what repairs needed to be done, if needed. While I was working, my father ambled into my office. He sat down, his eye wary.

"What's up, Dad?" I asked, arching a brow.

"There's a client at the front desk asking to the manager," Dad mumbled. "She's not happy with her accommodations." He looked up at me. There was more that he was letting on.

"Dad, you're freaking me out," I said slowly. "Is this person a fugitive? Did Rhiannon come back with another baby, claiming it was mine?"

Dad snorted, shaking his head. "No. Rhiannon is still locked up for kidnapping that first baby and will be locked up for the rest of her days." He gave me another wary look. "Think earlier…"

My brow furrowed and I tried to go back in my history to anyone who had caused me issues. Ever since my situation with Lauren, I closed off my heart until I found Bella, the woman of my dreams, mother to my children and…

Shit! Lauren!

"No…"I squeaked.

"Yes," Dad rasped. "I can deal with her, but she's raising a ruckus."

I gulped, twisting my wedding band. I hadn't thought of Lauren since she broke my heart, but her actions colored everything I did for a decade. Now, nearly twenty years removed from that heartache, the woman who had been the catalyst was at my resort. "No. I'll handle it," I said, getting up from my seat. "But, afterward, I'm going home to be with my family. My wife and my children…after this, I'm going to need it."

"Understandably so," Dad nodded. "I'll let Bella know."

I walked out to the lobby, recognizing my ex immediately. Though, the girl that left me and the woman standing in the lobby were two different people. Lauren, the slutty co-ed, was natural and still somewhat pretty. Her hair was blonde and she was svelte, in shape and healthy. The woman in front of me had had more plastic surgery than was probably legal. Her breasts were huge and unfortunately lopsided. Her lips were covered with lip gloss, making them look like a collagened version of Donald Duck's mouth. The only thing that remained the same was her hair. It was still blonde, but now, it probably came out of a bottle.

I knew I had more than my fair share of greys. At thirty-nine, I was grateful I still had hair. A lot of it, really. I would gladly wear the greys with honor. Besides, according to Bella, it gave me regal air. I had to call on that regal air in order to deal with Lauren. She was harping to one of our new employees, who looked like she was about to pee her pants.

"…and the sheets are atrocious. My skin cannot handle such harshness. I need satin sheets," Lauren spat. "This place absolutely barbaric. I don't understand what the appeal is. Maybe it's because the help can't fucking understand me."

"Or maybe it's because you're demeaning my workers," I snapped. "Lupe, go take your break. I'll deal with this."

"Thank you," Lupe squeaked, darting from behind the counter and away from the scowling form of my ex-girlfriend.

"Are you the manager?" Lauren growled.

"I'm the owner," I replied.

"Even better," she answered, crossing her arms over her boobs. "I want a new villa. The one my husband and I are staying at is unacceptable. It's too small. The showers, the water barely comes out. There's a foul smell coming from the bathroom whenever my husband walks out of it and the sheets are…I'm covered in a rash!" She thrust an overly-tanned arm towards me.

"I'm sorry, but we can't accommodate your request. We're booked," I shrugged.

"There was a lovely villa on the south side of the island. Is that available?" Lauren cooed, batting her eyes at me. "I saw it as we came in from Rio."

"No. That's a private residence," I answered, narrowing my eyes at her.

"Can't the residents leave and let me and my husband stay there?" Lauren asked, huffing slightly.

"I will not displace my family for someone as self-centered as you," I growled, my temper barely controlled. I thrust my hands into my hair, trying to reign in my anger.

"Whatever happened to the customer always being right?" Lauren snapped. I shot her a look. In her ice blue eyes, something registered. "Edward?"

"It's Mr. Cullen," I bit back. "You lost the right to call me by my first name when you…" I trailed off. Pinching my nose and took a deep breath. "You have two options, Lauren. You can stay in the villa that you have rented for your stay or you can leave. I'm perfectly happy with the latter."

"But, Edward," Lauren cooed, ignoring my request to call me by my last name. "It's been so long since I've seen you. I'd love to get to know you again. Talk. Reconnect."

"Over my rotting corpse, Silicon Barbie," Bella snarled from behind Lauren. "You…you…" She shot me a look, wanting me to fill in the blanks.

"You fucked me up, Lauren," I said. "Big time. For over ten years, I was a mess because of what you did. I couldn't trust anyone. I wouldn't. I refused to have my heart broken, torn out without a care. It took the love of that woman behind you for me to finally move past what you did to me."

"I thought you knew," Lauren replied, flipping her hair.

"I didn't and the fact that I could have caught something from you because of your fucking around?" I yelled. Lauren just shrugged. "You haven't changed. Are you being faithful to your husband?"

"Pssh, no. He's older than dirt. I'm only with him because he makes a mint," she said callously, looking at her manicured fingers. "He promised me everything when he died. He loves me."

"That's not love," Bella scoffed. "That's prostitution. You're nothing but a glorified whore with a bad boob job and a duck face."

"Who are you and what right do you have in calling me that?" Lauren screamed.

"Edward's wife and I have every right to call you that because it's the damn truth," Bella replied, snaking her arms around me. I kissed her sweetly. "What are you going to do, love?"

"I gave you your options, Lauren," I answered.

"I am not leaving," Lauren retorted. "But, I want a new villa."

"You can't get one," I replied, narrowing my eyes at her.

"Lauren, my beloved," crowed an older gentleman. He was easily in his late eighties and quite spry. He was tall, with a shock of white hair with a bushy white mustache. "I was wondering where you ran off to."

"I was trying to get us another villa, Harry," Lauren cooed, sidling up to her husband. "The one we're in, it's awful. I was trying to convince my old friend, Edward, to let us stay at that gorgeous villa on the southern point of the island."

"And I was explaining to her that was a private residence. My family and I, we live there," I explained.

"Make him move, Harry," Lauren pouted.

"Lauren, no," Harry answered, palming Lauren's ass. "We will stay in the villa that I have chosen for us. It's lovely and secluded. Just for you and me, beloved."

"But, Harry," Lauren whimpered. Harry ignored her, kissing her lips, nearly sucking them off her face. It was disgusting to see them make out. They broke apart. Harry hugged her and the clear look of disgust was on Lauren's face. She was not with her husband at all out of love. "Harry, I think that we should go."

"You can't leave until morning," Bella answered. "Strict protocol. We won't go out on the water after sundown. We lost a boat fifteen years ago during a storm. We won't risk our workers, our family."

"That's bullshit," Lauren growled. "I want to go now! Harry? Please?"

"We'll just head back and we'll leave tomorrow, beloved," Harry soothed. "Let's enjoy our last night in paradise."

"I'll be there in a little bit, Harry," Lauren replied, her voice having a biting edge. Harry kissed her temple before scuttling back towards his villa. Once he was out of earshot, Lauren turned towards me, a look absolute hatred on her face. "I should sue you for everything you're worth, Edward."

"You know that's never going to happen," Bella said smugly, tossing a folder towards Lauren.

"Where did you get this?" Lauren asked, visibly paling.

"It's this new technology," Bella said condescendingly, talking like she would if she were explaining something to Carlie or Abigail. "They're called security cameras. They're everywhere. While I was checking something out, I saw this and printed a few still photos. Just in case." I looked at the photos and it was a clear image of Lauren getting plowed by one of our maintenance men. Her fake tits were on display and her legs were spread as far as they could go. "I bet that Harry wouldn't leave you everything if he saw this, Lauren."

"We'll be gone by morning. I promise," Lauren rambled, clutching the pictures to her ample chest. "No lawsuits." She stepped away, her face still unnaturally pale.

"Oh and the smell that you're encountering after your husband uses the bathroom…he's taking a shit," I deadpanned. "Everybody poops." Lauren gave me a snide look before running away from the front desk. Once she was gone, I slumped against the wall and blew out a shaky breath. "Do you think that if we pour water on her, she'll melt?"

"Tempting," Bella replied flatly.

"And where did you get those photos?" I asked.

"I was perusing the security footage to erase our tryst behind the activities shed," Bella smirked. "I saw the evidence of Lauren and Julio getting it on while I was looking for our clandestine encounter."

"Did you know who she was?"

"Emmett told me. He had to get something from the security office and he recognized her. Sort of. He thought that the woman was Lauren, but he wasn't certain," Bella answered. "Emmett said that she'd changed."

"You can say that again," I snorted derisively. "And not for the better. What the hell did I see in her in the first place? Was I fucking delusional?" Bella led me back to my office. I sat down on my couch, thrusting my hands in my hair.

"Edward, baby," Bella soothed, pushing me back onto the couch and straddling my legs. "She's the one who is the loser in this situation. She's the whore. Lauren looks like she's been through the ringer a few times and don't get me started on those lopsided tits. I was tempted after Carlie's birth to get a breast lift and possibly small implants, but seeing the mess that was on Lauren's body…no, sir. I like my teeny boobies."

"I love your boobs, regardless. They're perfect," I argued, kissing her lips.

"Thank you. I'm glad you like them," she smirked, her fingers threading into my hair.

"I'd like them more if I could see them," I pouted, giving her the puppy dog eyes.

"After our talk, Cullen. Besides, your door is unlocked. Remember the last time we tried to get it on here? Esme walked in while you were going to town between my legs," Bella deadpanned. "There was a line that should have never been crossed. As much as I love your mom, she should not see my goody bits."

"Or my tongue on said goody bits," I chuckled. My smile faded and I wrapped my arms around my wife's body.

"Talk to me, Edward. What are you feeling?" Bella asked softly, her fingers massaging my head.

"Nothing, really," I answered honestly. "I feel nothing. Perhaps shame and stupidity for not seeing her for what she truly was when we were dating, but seeing her? It didn't faze me. Actually, I kind of feel sorry for her. You know?"

"She made her bed. Now, she has to lie in it," Bella said, kissing my lips softly. Cupping the back of her head, I deepened the kiss. I reached for her shirt, wanting to pull it up. "Oh, no. Lock the door before we have naked fun time, Edward. I do not want a repeat performance with your mom walking in while you're performing cunnilingus on me."

xx AIDA xx

BPOV

Edward moved me off the couch, nearly sprinting to lock his office door. Turning back to me, he removed his polo shirt, displaying his still tanned and toned body. "Help me remember," he growled, his eyes black and feral. "Help me remember what it's like to be with you."

"You had me at lunch," I purred.

"That was before I had my blast from the past," Edward said, flipping me so I was on my back on his couch. "I need you, Mrs. Cullen."

Who was I to deny my husband? Besides, Esme was watching the girls while I was sending Edward's bitch, skanky ex back to wherever rock she came from.

I sat up, removing my sundress and tossing it off to the side. Edward's mouth was on my skin within seconds, tasting my neck and suckling behind my ear. I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist. His hands gently cupped my breasts, his thumbs massaging my nipples that were pressed against the lace of my bra. Snaking my hands behind my back, I unsnapped my bra. Edward gently pulled the straps down, his hands taking purchase on my bare tits. I tossed the bra haphazardly onto the floor, arching up into his grasp. His lips traveled down my neck and wrapped around my nipple. "Yes," I moaned, tugging on his hair. "So good, Edward."

"Hmmmm," he hummed, flicking my nipple with the tip of his tongue. He kissed across my chest and repeated the action with my other breast. With a snarl, he bit down gently on my tit, probably bruising it. I whimpered in pleasure, knowing that he had marked me as his. Though, I did wear his ring and carried his children.

Edward kissed down my body, igniting my flesh in flames with his tongue. Reaching my panties, he pulled them down my legs. "Move the arm of the couch," Edward commanded. I bit my lip, placing my ass on the arm of the sofa. He maneuvered me so my legs were spread as far as they would go. Kneeling on the floor, Edward sucked on my inner thigh. I had a permanent hickey there since he loved to taste my skin, just below were my leg was attached to my torso. Looking down at him, I caressed his forehead, threading my fingers into his thick hair. He smiled crookedly, looking decidedly wild and sexy before leaning forward to devour my pussy.

His tongue delved between my folds, tasting me from the inside. I gasped, spreading my legs further apart. Edward growled, relishing my flavor. I was a quivering, shaking mess within ten minutes, coming hard and fast from his expert flicks of his fabulous tongue. I wanted to repay the favor, but Edward and I were not as young as we once were. His recovery time…while great for a man who was nearly forty…it was still pretty substantial. I wanted him inside.

"Edward," I moaned, pushing him back onto the couch. Making quick work of his belt and khakis, I slid them over his slim hips. Once he was naked, I straddled his legs. "I love you, Edward. I'm proud of you and I'm so thankful that you're my husband."

"I love you more," he whispered, guiding me over his leaking cock. With a passionate kiss, I slid down his arousal. We both moaned as we joined together as one. Whenever we made love, it was something special, but this time was different. It was about erasing the past and solidifying our future. Our bodies were so entwined that I didn't know where he ended and I began. The only thing that mattered was our love.

"Oh, yes," I chanted, my muscles clenching around his erection. Our lips crashed together as our movements grew jerky and choppy. We both were close. I could feel my arousal leak around him, coating him with my juices. "Edward…I'm…please!"

"I'm with you, love," Edward choked out, his hands massaging my ass. Just as he slipped a finger into my asshole, my body convulsed with another powerful orgasm. I bit back a scream, chomping down on Edward's neck as the orgasm zipped through me.

Flopping back against the couch, Edward enfolded his arms around my waist. "It never gets old," he chuckled, his hands caressing my slightly sweaty back. "I love making love to you. I love that you're mine and that I'm yours."

"You bet your sweet ass," I giggled. I kissed his swollen lips. "And do you want to know a secret?"

"What?"

"I had Emmett slip a copy of those pictures into Harry's villa," I smirked deviously. "Pay back's a bitch."

"Remind me to never get on your bad side, Mrs. Cullen," Edward growled, kissing me deeply.

xx AIDA xx

If you had told me that eleven years ago, my world would come crashing down with the end of my engagement and that I'd find true happiness with another man on an island off the coast of Rio, I would have laughed in your face. Little did I know that meeting an energetic girl on the flight to Rio would ultimately change my life for the better.

Yes, my life was not what I expected it to be.

It was infinitely better.

I had my friends in Seattle, whom I saw as often as I could. They were there for me when Tyler broke my heart. When our 'fairy tale' disintegrated. They picked me up, dusted me off and sent me on my single-moon. Our relationships had changed over the years with the addition of children and the loss of spouses, but we were still close.

My parents were still in Seattle, but were getting closer and closer to retirement. Renee hated being away from her granddaughters and Charlie had been injured in the line of duty. Nothing serious, just a bullet graze on his shoulder, but my mom was ready for him to hand in his shield. They were in the process of building a villa on the island, just waiting for my mom to finish out her school year and my father's paperwork to be finalized.

Our family on the island was close-knit, but different from when I first came down. With Alice's decision to stay in the states with Jasper, it left a rift in the smooth-running machine of the resort. We missed her tremendously, but respected her decision to stay in California. We made due, just like always. It's what family does.

The most important things in my life, though, were my husband and my beautiful daughters. They were the most amazing gift in the world to me. Edward was a kind, generous, loving man who would do anything to ensure my happiness and the well-being of our family. He was an amazing, doting father. Our daughters wanted for nothing. They received the best education, the best technology, the best family…He would die for our babies. To see him with each and every child, it made my heart sing. The bond he had with our children was special.

I loved him all the more because of it.

"Bella, come see the sand castles that Carlie and Sarah built!" Edward called out to me. He was shirtless, standing on our private beach, beaming with pride at the structures that our daughters had created.

I saved my work for the article I was asked to write for Marcus before shutting down my laptop. The time for work was done and now, it was time for play. Jogging out to the beach, I scooped up Abigail from her blanket and nuzzling her chubby belly. My youngest daughter giggled, kicking her legs excitedly while I carried her to the sand castles. "These look awesome, guys! I love them! Why don't you help Abigail build one?"

"Come here, Abby," said Sarah, taking the baby from my arms. She carried her and the three of our daughters began playing in the sand.

Edward walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "They are so beautiful, Mrs. Cullen," he whispered, kissing my neck. "I love you, Bella."

"I love you more," I smiled, watching our babies play.

"Forever and a day," we both murmured, kissing each other sweetly.

I had all of my dreams come true. I found the man of my dreams. I fell in love. I got married. I made a new life…three new lives…and discovered true happiness.

All on A Ilha do Amor.

The island of love.

Fin