Torn Apart
Edward's P.O.V.
Chapter One: Should I talke a shot at it?
"Edward!" Tanya yelled my name.
"What?" I asked fasteing my tie.
"Where were you last night?" She crossed her arms over her chest.
"Work," I replied.
"At 10:30 last night?" She sounded angry.
"I had a case. Tanya trust me."
"Edward Anthony Cullen don't lie to me, you wife!"
"Tanya. Please I was at work trust me."
"Ugh!" She yelled.
"Baby," I wrapped my arms around her waist and rested my head on her shoulder. I felt her relax by my touch.
"Okay," she said, "I believe you."
I kissed her neck and received a throaty groan I kept kissing her neck unitil I was to break. She turned to face me and put her arms around my neck. She kissed my lips and I put my hands on her hips.
"Knock, knock," Veronica yelled coming through our front door causing Tanya and I to jump apart.
Veronica is our adopted 18 year old daughter. She goes to wasington state.
"Veronica!" Tanya sqiealed and ran to give her a hug.
"Hey mom, hi dad."
"Hey Veronica," I said thankful that she was here. That way Tanya couldn't keep me in her strangle hold.
"Whats up Dadd-o?" Veronica asked trying to be cool.
"Just about to head off to work," I sighed.
"Okay. I hope to see you soon," Veronica said giving me a hug.
"You too sweety," I huged her back.
"Bye honey," Tanya kissed me again before I left.
"Bye," I called.
When Tanya and I were fighting. Should have I taken a shot? Nah.
Disclamer:
I don't own these characters Stephanie Meyer does. I have written a couple of stories. I wish that people would read them so if you are in the mood than read my other ones!