August 24, 2009
“I am a neutral country. I am Switzerland. I refuse to be affected by territorial disputes between mythical creatures. Jacob is family. You are…well, not exactly the love of my life, because I expect to love you for much longer than that. The love of my existence. I don’t care who’s a werewolf and who’s a vampire. If Angela turns out to be a witch, she can join the party, too.”
Zürich Switzerland; it’s the most beautiful place I have visited, ever. Actually, Switzerland in its entirety is beautiful. Everything from the city full of art galleries, and shopping that Alice would kill for . . . literally, to the alps and the country side with sparkling rivers, isolated mountain valleys, hills covered with woods and vineyards . . . I could go on forever.
When Edward and I first arrived, we went directly to a chalet that was secluded, literally, in the middle of nowhere. He told me not to ask any questions, grabbed my hand and we ran up the mountain. I could see every pure white, sparkling pellet of snow. The icicles hanging off the tree branches were perfectly smooth, glassy.
The chalet was beyond words. I thought I felt my lifeless heart come back to life for a second. The exterior was impressive, but had nothing on the inside. As soon as we walked through the door, my nose was flooded with the smell of oak. The entire chalet was done in oak with huge windows that looked out on the snowy mountain. It was huge, too. I wondered what anyone would do with so much space.
I let Edward into my mind, so he could understand how blown away I was. I knew nothing I could say would possibly explain how completely beautiful I thought the chalet was. I was pretty much speechless, too, which made it difficult to even attempt to say anything.
After I picked my jaw back up, I grabbed Edward’s hand, feeling his perfect, long fingers lace around mine, and I walked with him though the interior to explore everything. When I got to the master bedroom, I stopped at the door, somewhat embarrassed by the bouquet of flowers in the middle of the bed. When I looked down, I felt even more embarrassed by all the flower petals dotting the floor. They literally covered the entire floor. I couldn’t see the oak wood anymore, just petals. Every petal looked like it had been part of a different flower. I saw tulip petals, rose petals, begonia petals and a bunch of others I didn’t recognize.
Edward knows I don’t like presents, or big celebrations. When I saw the large object wrapped in pale blue foil paper with a silver ribbon on top, I bit my lower lip, jutting my jaw out enough to show Edward I wasn’t pleased by him going against my wishes. We promised each other that we would spend time together alone for our anniversary, and that it wouldn’t include anything that came in gift wrap.
“I didn’t buy anything, Bella. I don’t like putting you in a bad mood, so I’ve learned to curb my appetite for buying you extravagant things.” He paused, glancing at the present, then around the room. “I didn’t even pay for this chalet, actually. It belongs to the Denalis. They knew it was our anniversary and told me they would be more than happy to let us borrow it. I didn’t pay a dime for whatever is under the wrapping paper, either,” he promised, grinning that perfect grin that will forever melt me.
I sat on the edge of the bed and sniffed the flowers. The sweet smell was almost intoxicating and much stronger than I anticipated. Edward placed the large gift on my lap and smiled. “Happy Anniversary, Bella. I love you with everything I have in me. I hope you’ll always know that.” He softly placed the piece of hair that was dangling in my face behind my ear to get a better view of my expression. I didn’t look him directly in the face, in fear of turning into butter. I might be inhumanly strong, immortal and indestructible, but Edward has a way with pulling at my heart strings, always.
With one tear of the wrapping paper I could already tell what the gift was. A painting. I tugged the rest of the paper off and tossed it to my side so I could examine the painting that was outlined with a beautiful rustic frame. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the perfect face looking back at me from the oil painting. It was Edward, and his crooked grin. Somehow he looked even more beautiful than ever looking back at me from the painting. I almost didn’t even notice that I was painted next to him, and Renesmee was on his lap. I had to look twice when I saw Jacob in the painting, standing behind Edward, looking down at Renesmee. “Switzerland” was painted in beautiful writing across the top of the picture. I was speechless, again.
“Bella, one of the many things I admire about you is your ability to make a decision and stick to it. You decided to move to Forks, and didn’t leave just because it was cold, wet and miserable. You decided you loved me, and never stopped. You decided you loved Jacob, as a friend, and didn’t change your mind. If it weren’t for you being ‘Team Switzerland’ this whole time, we could have lost everything when the Volturi came to battle. Without the werewolves, who knows what could have happened . . . and Nessie wouldn’t have the one person in her life who makes her the happiest. You don’t have to hang the painting up, but I wanted to show my appreciation, regardless. I love you Bella. I love our family. Happy anniversary.” Edward touched his perfect lips to my shoulder, letting his kiss linger longer than usual.
I love the painting. It’s the most beautiful piece of art I’ve ever seen in my life. Once the shock wore off my face, I thanked Edward, over and over, then placed the painting in a safe spot to make sure nothing happened to it. I knew I was going to put it up in our cabin as soon as we returned to Forks.
Edward and I hunted, to make sure we would be able to endure all the mouthwatering humans that would be flooding the streets in the city. We looked around the art galleries, once the sun set, and of course I didn’t see anything even comparable to the painting Edward had given me. I found out later that one of Edward’s old friends, who I haven’t met, was the one who painted my beautiful picture. He, too, is a vampire. Although I haven’t met him, Edward plans to introduce me sometime. I’m happy I will eventually have the chance to thank him in person.
Our anniversary was perfect. We took advantage of our time alone to bond in ways we can’t always do at the cabin, with Nessie and Jacob there. Lets just say Edward ripped all of the pillows in the master bedroom at the Denali’s chalet. I might have ripped one or two as well. We replaced them with different ones before we left, though.
We are back in Forks now. Alice had a small party planned for our anniversary when we got back. It was nice to have everyone together, reminiscing on all we’ve been through together. This has definitely been a far from normal life, but I wouldn’t take back one second of it. I am happy to be part of this world of “mythical creatures.”
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