An Unexpected Surprise (all of the credit goes to Stephenie Meyer, as I do not own any of the characters)

My mind was subdued by irrational bickering as painful memories tried to penetrate into my relaxed thoughts. The only voice I wanted to hear right now was the one that never failed to give me a sense of unconditional love. In another sense I was completely alone without the voice of my one true love, Carlisle.

I began to gaze at my wedding album for what seemed like all of eternity. In whishing I was there, I realized that in every picture it had the one thing I didn't have; Carlisle. Carlisle was working another late shift at the hospital knowing "it's the single worst thing I could do too you right now, for being away for this long" he'd clearly stated before his departure. As my fingers gently caressed the pages, they gave me a sense of placate and helped remind myself that there were some of my most precious memories, and not to be forgotten.

As I turned the last page of the album I noticed the picture of the island Carlisle had given to me for our honeymoon. Ah, how I missed the soft sand beneath our feet, and the melodic crashing of the wave's against the rocky boarder. Surely though, none of those moments could compare to laying across the beach in Carlisle's arms, the sweet sent of his skin lingering in the night wind.

Lost in my content state of mind I scarcely noticed the soft hum of Carlisle's Mercedes, and the almost near silent click of the driver's door being shut.