"Come on! We're going to be late!" Nessie reprimanded a very familiar bronze-haired vampire.
"I don't give a damn, Alice, leave me alooooooooooone, NESSIE!" he bellowed.
"Sorry, Dad!" giggled the girl.
"All right, I should have known it was you," he said, tapping the side of his head.
"Yes, you should've. But whatevs, Dad, we're going to be LATE!" she shrieked.
"C'mon, Nessster, give your old man a hand," he said, erecting a giggle from his daughter, who pretended to pull him off of the bed where he had been listening to music.
"Bells?" he called in the general direction of his bathroom.
"A sec," she called.
"WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE, BELLA, DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?" he shrieked.
Bella emerged saying, "I can hear you, no need to shout! Geezarama!" Her dark hair was damp and in a low ponytail. She wore white bell-bottom jeans and a long-sleeved, close-fitting, dark purple turtleneck with a white sweatshirt vest zipped all the way up over it.
"Nice," commented Edward as his arms snaked around his wife's waist as he kissed her neck.
"Not in front of the child," chided she.
"Yes, absolutely abnormal for me," Nessie remarked sarcastically.
"Well, we are going to be late," remarked Bella, breaking free of her husband's embrace.
"HEY! THAT'S MY LINE!" shrieked Nessie, chasing after her parents.