Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

A Fresh Start

By BetterInTexas

Chapter 12:

BPOV

“I’ve never flown before. This is so neat.”

“You mean you don’t remember flying before.” Bo winked.

“Whatever. One and the same isn’t it? Stop bringing that up. Next
thing you know, you will be calling me Bella.” That would be too
weird.

“Do you want to be called Bella?”

“No!” that was quick. I kind of surprised myself.

“Why not? It’s your actual name.” Bo seemed surprised.

“No. Bella Swan died on the side of a road. I woke up a different
person. The woman I am now never would have ran from an ex
boyfriend. I’d just shoot him in the ass with a shotgun. It sounds like Bella Swan wasn’t the brightest girl in the world. I don’t want to be her anymore. My name is Mary Walker. I have the identification to prove it. Plus Mary Walker graduated High School with a perfect GPA. I don’t think Bella Swan graduated High School.” I smiled.

“What about your father? You mother? You are going to have a
relationship with them, right?” He was worried. I could tell when he was worried. I guess losing his parents, he was happy I could have mine.

“Of course. But they live in Florida and Washington. It’s not like I am going to see them often.”

“Good point. I wouldn’t be surprised to see your Dad and Mom visit a lot though.”

“Maybe at first, but then things will get into a routine. It will be okay.”

“I’m not worried Mary. I think it would be great for you to see them a lot. You may have two identities in this life but you are only going to have one set of parents.”

“If I agree and say you are absolutely right honey, would you shut up about it?”

“Maybe.” He replied shrugging his shoulders.

“You’re absolutely right, honey.”

“Glad you see it that way, darlin.”

“Look! A plane is landing!”

“Yeah. Pretty neat huh?” He was rolling his eyes.

“Don’t get smart with me Bo. This is pretty cool.”

“Well, let’s go through security where we get to stand in line for an
hour and then take off our shoes.”

“That doesn’t sound fun. You think I will be scared of flying?”

“Doesn’t sound like you were before. Don’t imagine you will be now. But if you are I can think of some things to take your mind off of it.”

He was probably expecting me to tell him no or laugh. Instead I
thought it sounded like a brilliant idea.

“That’s a great idea, Bo.”

“What is?”

“We can make love on the plane. In the bathroom.”

“Uh… I don’t really want to drive back from Pennsylvania.”

“We won’t get caught. Please baby?” This would be so much fun. I
was getting turned on just thinking about it.

“How about on the plane ride back? Then it will be too late to kick us off if we get caught.”

“Okay. As long as you promise…”

“I promise Mary.”

“Good boy.”

Going through security was not fun. Sitting in the boarding area for an hour watching planes take off and land was fun. I felt like a kid again. I guess when it came to some stuff I was.

We finally boarded the plane. It was sort of weird. Listening to the
engines starting up. Looking out the window as we took off. It was
awesome. I was giggling like a little kid. Bo found this funny.

“How many times have you been on a plane, Mr. world traveler?”

“This is my second time. Mom and Dad took us to Disney Land in
Florida when I was ten.”

“That sounds fun. I wonder if I have ever been to Disney Land?” I
guess I did need to know a lot more about my past. “Not that it
matters I suppose. It’s almost like I have lived two lives. Like I am
two people. It’s weird.” I said more to myself.

“You’ll get used to it. The more you learn about your past the gaps
will fill in. You may never remember them but you will at least know what happened.”

“True. If I can get anyone to tell me the truth.” I mumbled.

“You didn’t believe them?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?” he asked.

“Because they were lying. At least they weren’t telling the truth about everything. You know it. I know it.”

“So what are we going to do about it?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Not much we can do about until…”

“Until what?”

“Until we go up there and look for ourselves. Unweave the mystery
of who Bella Swan was….whooooo.”

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” he laughed.

“Yeah. But I’m not as much of an idiot as they think I am. He bit me while I held him off? What the hell? Who does that? Plus, the whole Jake being my best friend thing? He was looking at me like…”

“Like he was completely in love with you?”

“Yeah.” I admitted. It was feeling kind of awkward for a moment.

“I know. The Paul guy was better at hiding it but I picked it up from him too.” Bo said, surprising me.

“You did?”

“Yep.”

“Huh. I didn’t notice. I was busy trying to shovel through the bullshit they were sending my way. You know when Sam hugged me he felt like he was on fire? Like he had a major fever. Did he look sick to you?”

“No, he didn’t.” Bo agreed.

“Yeah. There is more to this story. When Edward admitted to Charlie that he threatened him and Renee, why didn’t Charlie arrest him right then for making threats? That’s against the law right?” I didn’t want to talk about this but it wouldn’t leave my head.

“I was kinda wonderin that myself. At least beat the hell out of the
little shit.”

“Yeah. This whole me being afraid of Edward. Edward dumping me
and then coming back months later and wanting me? He comes from money and his parents never did anything to stop him coming back to a small town like Forks to try to win and then threaten a police chief’s daughter.”

“I thought you didn’t want to talk about this?” Bo asked.

“I didn’t, but since you won’t make love to me in the bathroom, we
have to pass the time somehow.”

“I’m pretty certain that you can’t make love in a bathroom the size of a small closet. If we did that it would be pretty much just fucking.”

“Sometimes a girl needs both, you know?” I pointed out.

“You want to go fuck your husband in the bathroom, don’t you?”

“The stewardess looks busy.” I smiled.

“Okay.”

Yesss!

We walked hand in hand to the bathroom. Two were occupied.
Guess love was in the air. We both looked back and saw the
stewardess was getting someone a drink. I opened the door…

“Oh my God, Mary close that door!”

“I guess someone wasn’t feeling well.” I whispered. God that was
nasty.

I closed the door and heard another flush. One of the two occupied
bathrooms was about to become unoccupied. I closed the door and
looked. Stewardess getting peanuts. The door opened and a rather
large man with a newspaper came out.

“Ma’am, you are going to want to wait a while before you go in
there.”

I looked at Bo. He was cringing.

“Guess the idea sounded better than reality huh?”

“Yeah. Let’s go sit down. Read… or something. Anything to get away from this smell.”

“Fine. We will give it another shot on the way back.”

“Can’t wait.” He remarked. Hell no. I’m having an orgasm in an
airplane. The idea is in my head now and that itch won’t go away
until I scratch it.

We spent the rest of the ride, just holding each other. He held me. I read a book. He wanted to read a magazine. I wouldn’t let him
because that meant he couldn’t hold me. I was feeling particularly
clingy. A lot of life changes had happened in the past 48 hours. Just like when I met him, when I get confused I cling to my rock. Besides. It’s our honeymoon. I can cling all I want. He can read about new ways to lure deer to their deaths when we get home.

I expected us to rent a car when we got to the airport. Getting off the plane and waiting for our bags was not much fun. Instead of a rental car though I found that Bo had arranged for a limo to pick us up. I think I can get used to this. I’m going to have to get him to build more furniture so I can take more orders. Maybe I can buy a limo and get Chris to drive us around when he isn’t working or passed out naked on my yard.

We arrived at the resort and it was breathtaking. The sun was going down behind the mountains. The resort was beautiful. We had a bell hop take our bags to the room and we went to the restaurant and ordered dinner. There was a band playing. It was… amazing. And we really hadn’t even started yet.

Bo told me he had to go to the bathroom. I sat and enjoyed my drink and tried to digest the giant steak I had just inhaled. We missed lunch. I was hungry.

The band stopped playing behind me.

“This song is dedicated to my wife Mary. I love you babe.”

That was Bo. Oh shit. Oh no.

I turned around ready to try to shoo him off the stage. These people weren’t ready for… our musical abilities.

But something was wrong. He was playing the most beautiful… one of my favorite songs. I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing by Aerosmith.

Then he opened his mouth.

What the hell? He sounded… great. He… he… that fucker could
actually sing and play!

I listened while he sang the song. He was looking directly at me the entire time. He finished and the crowd clapped. He thanked them with a wave and walked over to our table.

“That was beautiful. You have some explaining to do.” I told him,
wiping my eyes.

“Yeah, I know. I would have told you but I wanted to surprise you one day.”

“I don’t get it. If you can play and sing like that, why do you act like you can’t?”

“If I played like that for our friends, they would all sit around and
throw out requests and then listen to me.”

“Yeah? So?”

“So it’s more fun when we all get involved. I started practicing when Steph wasn’t home. Only my Mom knew I could really play. When I started screwing around with the guitar everybody thought it was funny. So I went along with it. It became kind of a tradition and I didn’t want to break that. It was too much fun.”

“Well I thought it was the sweetest thing you ever did. So it better
become a tradition that you play for me.”

“Play for you? Hell, I’m going to teach you.”

“You think I can?”

“You have a new life remember? You can do anything.” He smiled.

Yeah. I could, couldn’t I?

Bo POV

The past few days have been crazy. Mary and I have rode bikes,
gone hiking, let her take some wildlife photos. We have also made
love. Everywhere. The Champaign glass hot tub in our suite. Outside against a tree, just off one of the hiking trails. At the top of a mountain we hiked up. In the hallway broom closet. We snuck into the day manager’s office at night and made love on his desk. We made love in the heated swimming pool at the resort. The public one. At 2 AM after it was closed. Mary had apparently developed a fascination with having sex in places we could be caught. We tore up our bed of course. To tell the truth I was getting a little sore. She was insatiable. My little hell cat. Marriage suited her. I sure as hell wasn’t complaining. She had always been a woman with strong… urges. They seemed to be stronger now. This was our last night and we were sitting in the heated pool. She was on my lap with her legs around me. Unfortunately there were other people around so I couldn’t rip those bottoms off of her.

“Hello you two. You look so cute.” I heard a guy’s voice say from
behind me. I sat down my beer bottle on the side of the pool and
turned towards him. There was a dark haired guy, kinda skinny with styled hair that looked like it had way too much gel in it and a blonde girl whose bikini top was a bit too small for her. By like five sizes. He sounded European. She didn’t speak.

“I am Derek and this is Bridgette. We are from Paris, France.”

Oh, that explains the accent and the bikini.

“Well uh… welcome to America.” I said. I looked at Mary and she
shook her head. What else was I supposed to say?

“Thank you. May we join you?”

I looked at Mary and she didn’t look very excited about the prospect.

“Uh, yeah I guess.”

The dude sat right next to me. The girl sat next to me on the other
side. She ran her hand from Mary’s shoulder to her arm.

Mary looked a little surprised.

“You are such a pretty little thing. You are lucky man. What are your names?” the blonde asked.

“I’m Bo and this is my wife, Mary.”

“We have watched you two this week. Honeymooners, no?” Derek
asked.

“Yeah. Hey could you give me a little space?”

The blonde just touched Mary’s cheek and she jerked back. What
the hell?

“We were bored tonight and wondered if we could spend the night
with you?” the blond, Bridgette asked.

“It’s our last night of our honeymoon so we kind of need to spend it alone. Thanks for the offer though.” Mary said, pressing her body closer to mine. She was practically like a second skin now.

“Oh, we completely understand. But the four of us could have fun.”
Derek said in his funny accent.

“Yeah… we are planning on having fun by ourselves tonight.”

“Have you ever made love to a woman, Mary?” Bridgette asked.

“What?!” Mary practically screamed.

“Uh…” I didn’t really know how to respond to that.

“No I haven’t.” Mary said, calming down somewhat.

“Would you like too? We could let the boys watch, or they could…
play, if you want.”

“Uh… no… I’m good. We are kind of…” Mary was stuttering.

“We only have sex with each other is what she is trying to spit out.” I helped out.

“You have never traded partners when you were dating?” The male
freak asked.

“No!” we both shouted at the same time.

“My apologies. You two looked very sensual. We thought perhaps…”

“You thought wrong Deerreek!” What the fuck?

“Bo, we need to get away.” Mary whispered in my ear. The blonde
tried to rub Mary’s back and she whimpered and jerked away.

“Would you stop molesting my wife, Bridgette?”

I stood up and Mary was still wrapped around me, arms around my
neck, legs around my waist. Something told me I wasn’t peeling her off until I got her to our room.

“Such a shame. She has such a nice ass. You do as well. You sound
like a cowboy? Are you a cowboy Bo?” Derek asked.

“Son, you best back off.”

“Bo. Room. Now. Lock the door.”

“Maybe you change your mind later. If you would like to see my
Bridgette and your Mary together, maybe make love to Bridgette
yourself, we are in suite 225.”

“Mary, I need to put you down so I can kick this bastard’s ass.”

“No! Do not put me down. Take me to the room. Now. Put a towel on us. I feel dirty.”

“You two have a nice night.” Derek smiled. God I wanted to kick his
teeth in. But if I tried with Mary wrapped around me I would fall back into the pool. That would be embarrassing. Mary was hiding behind her mane of brown hair.

“Bo. Now!”

I didn’t say another word. I began carrying Mary to our room. Guess it was the hot tub tonight. If she wasn’t traumatized.

“He has such a cute ass.” I heard Bridgette say as we walked away.
I ignored her.

“Yes he does.” Not ignoring that. I turned around.

“Stop looking at my ass Dude!” Okay, that came out a little louder
than I thought it would. I looked around and saw the others around the pool were staring.

“Bo! Now!” Mary hissed. I grabbed two towels off the rack and
wrapped one around our hips and the other around our shoulders.
True to form Mary stayed wrapped around my hips until we got to our room. She finally dropped down and looked at me.

“Did that just happen?” she asked.

“Did what? Did we just get propositioned by a couple of French
swingers?”

“What the hell else would I be talking about?”

“Yes Mary. That just happened.”

“The blonde kept… touching me. You didn’t stop her!”

“Sorry. I was kind of caught off guard.” I mean damn. It’s not like that happens every day.

“It’s okay. It’s kind of funny. Deereek. Did you hear how he said his
name? Like he was Zoolander or something.” Now she was laughing now. From freaked out and violated one second to laughing the next.

God, I love my wife.

“Did you see her bikini? What was up with that?” I said, getting in on the joke.

“No. I was too busy crawling into you to get away from her. Tell me
about her bikini, Bo.”

Oh shit. She wasn’t laughing.

“I didn’t see it. That’s why I asked you. Did you see her bikini? Cause I ain’t got a fucking clue what it looked like.”
She smiled. Thank God.

“I’m in a bikini already, cowboy. What do you say you take me up to that hot tub and rip it off of me?”

That sounded like a helluva plan. As long as we weren’t talking about other women’s bikinis.

BPOV

Stupid Airport security.

“So could you go over one more time why the two of you were in the bathroom of the aircraft together?”

“I told you I really had to pee and my zipper was stuck. My husband helped me with it.” Damn it! Bo was barely holding in a smile. This wasn’t funny.

“The stewardess said there was quite a bit of banging and grunting.”

“Yes, well those bathrooms aren’t exactly spacious and the zipper
was really hard to get unstuck. I really had to go!”

The fucker was smiling. Shit.

“So you two weren’t having marital… relations? I understand you
were coming back from your honeymoon.”

“Sir, I am appalled that you would even suggest that! You think I am the type of girl who would do… that in a tiny box that really needs to have more leg room and air freshener? I’m feeling a little harassed. Aren’t you Bo?”

“I was just helping her with a zipper.” Bo said raising his hands and now definitely smirking.

“I see. Well I apologize for any confusion. Perhaps next time you fly with us, you can get your husband to help you with your zipper
outside the bathroom or perhaps get a stewardess to help you out?
I’m sure you can understand the security concerns in this day and
age of two people being in an airplane bathroom together.”

“Of course. I will be glad to get a stewardess next time and I accept
your apology. Now can we leave? We really need to get home.”

“Yes. Mr. and Mrs. Walker, I hope you two enjoyed your time with us and let me congratulate you on your marriage.”

“Thank you sir.” I stuck my hand out to shake his and he backed up
smiling. He gave a little half bow and I huffed. I grabbed Bo’s hand
and pulled him out of the office. He broke down in laughter as soon as the door was closed behind us.

“It’s not funny Bo. I didn’t even get to get off before that bitch was
banging on the door.”

“He wouldn’t shake your hand…” he continued laughing.

“I don’t know what his problem was. I washed my hands… didn’t I? It was rude anyway. Bowing like he is a fucking butler…”

We saw our Limo and Bo loaded our bags. Before getting in I looked back inside the airport to make sure no security was coming to get us. A really beautiful blonde girl was standing by the door, staring at me. I looked at her. She seemed surprised about something. She was very, very pale. She made me look like a
tanning salon model. Even from this far away I could tell she had the prettiest gold eyes. She kept staring. It was making me
uncomfortable. Maybe… no. She couldn’t know me from my old life. I doubt many women who looked like her, hung around Forks. Of course Sue’s daughter was a knockout. I guess to be safe I smiled and waved. Bo opened the door for me and I got in.

“Who were you waving at darlin?”

“Hell if I know. She was staring. I thought I would be nice. She was
probably another French Swinger.”

“Well, it’s an hour home. You want to finish what we started on the
plane?”

I didn’t get a chance to answer before I felt his lips on mine. Damn
straight I’m getting me some.

Rosalie POV

That didn’t just happen. Bella Swan did not just wave at me and then get into a limo. Dead Bella Swan. Bella Swan buried in a shallow grave on the side of the road at an unknown location just jumped into a limo with a hot guy.

She had a ring on her finger. He did too. They were married. Dead
Bella Swan was married. She waved at me. But her face…

She waved because I was staring. She didn’t recognize me. She had
no idea who I was. Not an ounce of recognition or surprise or fear.

Okay.

But…

“Rose, I got our bag. We need to get on our connecting flight in ten
minutes.”

We had just flown in from Oregon and planned to catch a flight to
Brazil. We had ten minutes.

“No Emmett. We aren’t going.”

“Uh… what do you mean we aren’t going?”

“XT6-DW2.” I whispered to him.

“Okay….”

“That’s the license plate of a limo. Looked like one of those limo
companies. We need to find out where that limo is going.”

“Why Rose?”

I turned and looked at my husband. He had been so sad since Bella
disappeared. First when we left her and he has been devastated
since she went missing. I wonder how he would take this?

“Emmett, as crazy as this sounds I just saw Bella Swan get into that limo with a guy I think is her husband.”

“That isn’t funny Rose.”

“Do I look like I am fucking joking Emmett!?”

“No. But Bella? Even if she were alive, here? Married? In a limo?”

“Emmett I know how it sounds but it was her. She saw me staring
and waved. She looked right at me Emmett.”

“Why wouldn’t she say anything to us?’ Emmett asked.

“Emmett she waved because I was staring. But that was it. I saw her eyes. Her facial expression. She didn’t know who I was. She didn’t have a clue.”

“Let’s get a cab. I need a hotel with wireless if I am going to hack into the DMV and then the limo company to see where that limo went.”

Emmett walked to the curb to hail a taxi.

“Emmett?”

“Yeah Rose?”

“Not a word about this to anyone.”

“You think I would tell them. If you are right.”

“I’m right Emmett. I wouldn’t lie to you about something like this. That was Bella Swan.”