Once we hit the highway, I am just about to shake Jacob until he tells me where we're going. Not that I'd be able to move him. But where's the harm in trying to find out?
"Where are we going?" I ask him, for the third time.
"You know it's pointless, right?"
"Just checking," I smile. "I was hoping you'd just give in peacefully."
"Not a chance."
Eventually, after eight hours, we reach the airport.
Jacpb makes sure I don't hear or see where we're going, and once we both board the plane, I am so tired, I just rest my head on his shoulder, and the next thing I know, someone is shaking my shoulder.
"Renesmee, it's time to wake up," Jacob says, a little reluctantly. He LOVES watching me sleep.
"We're almost landing," he continues.
Suddenly, I become aware that this isw not the same plane I remember boarding.
"Why am I on a different aircraft?"
He looked a little sheepishly at his hands.
"I didn't want to wake you up, so I carried you."
"And nobody stared?" I asked.
"Actually, a whole lot of people stared, thank you very much."
Our conversation was cut of as a female voice stated that we would be landing in Rio de Janeiro in five minutes, could we please remain seated and wear our seatbelts until the plane had come to to a complete halt?
"Rio de Janeiro?" I skeptically asked. "I know where this is going, and I KNOW this wasn't your idea. When do we land on Isle Esme?"
"No, actually, your mother's gift to us. Isle Renesmee," he grinned.
"Lovely. I get my own island," I said. I really couldn't wait, but maybe this was a little much.
"I was going to have to tell you anyway, you're the only one of us that can sail anything."
"What about co-ordinates?" I panicked.
"GPS system. Now stop worrying, captain," Jacob said as the plane touched down.
He insisted on carrying my luggage, all three trunks. Alice. She hadn't even let me near them.
I was still wearing a long silvery, satin dress that Rosalie had dressed me in just before we had to leave.
As we stepped into a taxi, my thoughts wandered.
What did Isle Renesmee look like?