Falling To The Sun | B. Swan + E. Cullen

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They spent surprisingly little time in airports considering how many times they got on a plane. More so, the only time they spent in Rio when they landed was the car ride to the docks before she was placed on a boat.

If she wasn't so sleepy from travel and the constant need to wake up and move having to settle down all over again to sleep, she might have been more capable of figuring out where it was that they were going instead of only groggily following around to where Edward led them.

She was just proud that he didn't need to carry her anywhere.

That would be far too sweet for her and she didn't want to spend the night a blushing mess because of that when there were going to be so many better reasons.

Roman watched silently as he prepared them to set off again, watching as he positioned their luggage and readied the boat. He moved so precisely, so confidently, that she had to wonder how many time he had actually done this, or if he was just naturally good at it as he was at just about everything else.

She admired that about him, how easily things came, or rather, how easy he made things appear to be. She wanted to exude that much confidence and she hoped that she did at least a little.

Sometimes she really just wondered what either of them was thinking when they chose her because she didn't get this far on her own.

Yawning, she fiddles with her phone debating whether it was too late to call Seth, or perhaps she could use it to figure out where they were heading.

She really did enjoy the idea of a surprise, though, she really did. It was touching that he went through all this work just to make sure it stayed special. It would have stayed special regardless because she was with her husband and wide.

The boat started up and we took off quickly, Roman fell back against the seat torn between watching the image he made as he drove or the lights that they were leaving behind them. She loved the way they blurred just a little when so close together.

As we headed due east into the open ocean, she reviewed the geography in her head. As far as she could remember, there wasn't much east of Brazil until you got to Africa. Which meant... they were going to an island?

She casts a glance at Edward, searching for an answer, but he kept his eyes peeled on the water before them.

He sped forward while the lights of Rio faded and ultimately disappeared behind them. On his face was a familiar exhilarated smile, the one produced by any form of speed. The boat plunged through the waves and they were showered with sea spray.

She chuckled, shivering slightly at the way the wind chilled her damp skin.

"Are we going much farther?" Bella asks, wiping the water from her face.

"About another half hour."

Roman hummed and faced the water, watching the small waves form and ripple away as the zoomed along. Edward loved the speed and she was growing just as addicted to it all as he was.

That caught his attention as he looked back at her. "Don't get out of your seat."

She grins. "I'm not trying to go overboard before we get there. Almost there?"

"Almost there," he promised.

Twenty minutes later, she hears him call her name.

"Look there," he pointed straight ahead.

She saw only blackness at first, and the moon's white trail across the water, but she searched the space where he pointed until she found a low black shape breaking into the sheen of moonlight on the waves. As she squinted into the darkness, the silhouette became more detailed. The shape grew into a squat, irregular triangle, with one side trailing longer than the other before sinking into the waves. We drew closer and she could see the outline was feathery, swaying to the light breeze.