An hour into the flight, Bella leaned her head onto my
shoulder. She sighed heavily. “What’s wrong, dolcezza?” I asked, kissing her hair. “You should be happy. We’re going
on our honeymoon.”
“Oh, I am happy. I’m so happy that we’re married and that,
hopefully, the nightmare is behind us,” she said.
“But…”
“I’m kind of freaking out about being in the public eye
again,” she said, looking up at me. Her espresso-colored eyes were filled with
fear and trepidation. “I love making movies and being able to be another
person, even for a few hours. But, is it worth all the trouble?”
“Do you want to keep making films? Or do you want to walk
away?” I asked.
“That’s the thing. I don’t know. Contractually, we have four
more films of the Midnight Dawn saga
to complete before I can really step away,” Bella said. “Plus, I’ve already
committed to that Mary, Queen of Scots film for Aro. My heart just isn’t in it anymore.
What happens when we want to start a family? I refuse to raise my kids in front
of the paparazzi. I want us to be a family…not be in the limelight.”
“I know that you’re afraid, Bella. Please know that whatever
you decide to do, I’ll support you,” I
said, brushing her hair from her face.
“That’s the thing…I don’t know what I want. Ever since I hit
it big, I’ve always had to contend with the paps. But this quiet, anonymous
life that we’ve had since my attack has been nice. Yes, we’ve had to deal with
the random assholes, but I like not being on the front page of every tabloid magazine.”
She blushed, biting her lip. “Would you hate me if I walked away from all of
this after we finished Umbra?”
Umbra was the name
of the final film from the Midnight Dawn saga.
It started with Midnight Dawn, moving
to Waning Moon, Penumbra and then, Umbra. The
final film was being split up into two parts, but both would be filmed
simultaneously.
“Bella, let me make one thing clear…you’re my wife. I could never hate you, especially if you wanted to walk away from this life. You’ve have some amazing successes, but some very serious problems, too. To say that I’m scared about what’s waiting for us in London would be an understatement. I’m terrified. I’m terrified that Jacob, James, and Victoria are going to..." I trailed off, not wanting my mind to drift to something so horrific. Especially now, as we were flying to the tropical paradise of Turtle Island.
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