The Confessor's Judgment
Rated: T
Summary/Warning: This is not bashing of any character. Simple fun. Seven years after Breaking Dawn.
"So," She waited quietly for the silence to prompt a conversation. When nothing came out of her husband's mouth she frowned. "Why are you being so silent all of a sudden?"
Her vampire husband pulled his eyes away from the local newspaper and eyed her. "I don't know what you're talking about."
A lick of her temper kicked in and she had to keep herself calm and collective. "The hell you don't." Well, so much for that idea.
Edward sighed and pushed the paper away, across their kitchen table.
"You know," Bella started, "I may be a vampire now. But that doesn't mean I can read your thoughts."
She touched his once cold hand with hers and gave a warm smile. "Talk to me."
He looked up to her amber eyes and couldn't help but find solace in them. "Fine."
Happy to have succeeded, she sat down across from him, hands still linked and waited.
"It's about Renesme."
Bella frowned at the mention of their daughter. "What about?"
Her husband grounded his teeth, as if highly annoyed with something. That had her zooming in for more. "It's Jacob. Isn't it?" She guessed.
Her answer was a simple, quick nod of his head.
"You think he's become too attached?"
This time, he shook his head. "Too intimate."
At that she frowned. "What do you mean?" Suddenly she didn't like where this was going.
Edward sighed, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. "I caught the two of them the other day…making out."
Silence. Edward felt his wife's hand retreating from his touch and found her racing out the door. Probably to find her best friend and kill him.
His teenage daughter walked in, her eyes searching. "Where's Mother?"
Edward, ever the comedian, smiled. "Oh, she just stepped out to kill something."