Don't Fight It

Chapter 22

A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! I'm an epic fail at responding to them, but I do read each and every one.  So, the next chapter will be the last.  Sadly, this story can't go on forever, and I've got another story almost all ready to go once this one and MTL are done. 

And for some reason, the formatting got a bit messed up. Grrr.

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I didn't remember my bed ever being so comfortable, I thought with a sigh as I stretched out and cuddled my pillow closer. Then my eyes flew open. I wasn't in my bed in Forks. I was in a monster-sized bed in Brazil. I muffled a squeal in my pillow before rolling over on my side and staring at the view out my window. I could see the waves rolling in and crashing on the beautiful beach. I'd thought for sure it was all a dream, but I was so glad that it wasn't.

When Mom and Dad had sat me down and told me the Cullens had invited me to go to Brazil on vacation with them, I'd been floored. But when Mom and Dad had said that I could go, I'd been beyond thrilled and more than a little stunned. I knew that money was a bit tight and even though Rose had gotten a scholarship, Emmett hadn't, so they would be paying for his schooling out of pocket. Or at least some of it. I'd told them if they couldn't afford it, it was no big deal, but they'd told me not too worry about the money.

Next thing I knew, I was on a plane to Brazil. Well, a couple of planes, but that wasn't important. The fact that I was in Brazil for two weeks with my boyfriend was what was important. Two whole freaking weeks of sun and fun! I bet my siblings were jealous as could be, and I felt slightly guilty that I got to be on this awesome vacation while they puttered around home.

A knocking on my door interrupted my thoughts, and I called out for whoever it was to enter. A rumpled Edward came into my room, looking all kinds of delicious and flopped down on my bed, pulling me in close and burying his face in my shoulder, pressing open mouthed kisses to it.

"Morning, sweet girl," he murmured.

"Morning, handsome," I said, rolling over until I was facing him and tossed a leg over his. "You look tired."

"I am. I could probably sleep for a week, but Esme made me get up. She's got breakfast ready for us," he told me.

It took a few tries, but I got the boy to move and we headed downstairs in our pajamas. Esme had outdone herself. There were eggs, bacon, toast, and tons of fruit. I took a little of everything and thanked her.

"It was my pleasure. After breakfast, why don't you all shower and get dressed, and then we'll go on a tour of the island."

It sounded like a good plan to me. Thirty minutes later, I was dressed in shorts, a tank top, and sneakers with my camera at the ready. The four of us headed out the back door of the house and through a beautiful garden that led to an old trail. Esme had sprayed us down with bug spray, not too mention sunblock, before we left.

"Stay on the trail," she warned. "There's snakes and creepy crawlies in the woods. Some monkeys as well."

I shuddered at the thought of snakes and creepy crawlies. I certainly didn't want any of those crawling on me. The trail leading into the woods wasn't very wide, so we had to walk single file. Esme was in the front, then me, Edward, and Carlisle bringing up the rear. The further we walked into the woods, the darker it got with the sun breaking through small breaks in the trees. Not that that stopped me from taking pictures. Beautiful birds were flying overhead or sitting on branches, singing songs, and I swore I spotted a monkey hiding in the treetops.