So welcome you E/B shippers.
Shit.
I look up at Bella but her eyes are on the open doorway.
I drop my head to her chest because I know what I am going to see.
My wife.
"What the fuck Edward?" Esme snarls and I can't help but cringe when she uses that tone.
"And Bella? Why the hell are you not home with your husband?"
Bella is shaking beneath me and trying desperately to push me off of her.
But I refuse.
"How was the conference dear?" I ask as I reach down and grab the sheet to cover my girl.
Well…this fucking sucks.