A/N: Thank you sooooo much to those of you who read and reviewed my story! Enjoy chapter 2!
When I woke up, I realized, with glee and horror, that it was Saturday. I worked my shift at Newtons'. It was pretty busy, so I couldn't imagine how busy it would be in a week.
Driving home was a nightmare. It was raining pretty hard, so it was really difficult to see. I went to the Cullens' house and was greeted by Alice in a plaid raincoat that matched her umbrella and boots.
When we got closer to the house, I could hear Edward finish a song on the piano. He greeted us at the door, and pulled me up into his arms. Kissing me, he flew up to his room and put me gently on his bed. I curled up in the gold comforter, my mind preoccupied.
"Um, Edward?" I asked quietly. "Do you have any paper in here?" He chuckled and reached up to a shelf and pulled down a small blue notebook. He handed it to me. "Um, might you have a pencil, too?" He smiled and pulled one out of a drawer next to the bed. I made a list.
Stuff to do for Esme:
do laundry
clean bb uniforms
buy mew flowers
get pic. Of kids framed
take out trash
clean windows/glass wall
buy new lamp (replace broken one)
vacuum
I hoped that that would be enough. I ripped out my list, folded to, and stuck it in my pocket.
Then, my stomach growled. Very loudly. Edward laughed quietly. I got up and shivered. Reaching back down to the bed, I grabbed the comforter/ I walked downstairs wrapped in it, inhaling Edward's scent. I could feel Edward's arm hovering right behind my waist in case I fell.
Being a klutz, I did fall. Unfortunately, Edward was half a second too late to keep me from tumbling down the remainder of the stairs. The comforter slipped off, so I had no protection. I landed with a thud in a pair of big arms. Looking up and blushing, I saw Emmett grinning down at me.
I groaned and tried to get up. My head swam, and I fell back into Emmett's arms. He steadied me, laughing, and I felt a stab of pain in my left hand. By then, the rest of the family had gathered around me.
"Are you all right?" Edward asked frantically.
"Um, yeah, I think so." I stretched my arms and felt another stab of pain. I winced, and Edward pounced.
"You're not okay, Bella. People don't wince when they're okay." I huffed and rolled my eyes.
"Fine, my hand hurts and my head is a bit sore. Happy?" I snapped. Carlisle stepped towards me.
"Bella?" he asked quietly. "May I look at your hand?" I nodded and held out my left hand. He placed his cool hands on mine. Even with his gentle touch, I winced at the pain. Carlisle frowned.
"Bella, I need to x-ray your hand. Can you follow me, please?" He started up the stairs. Edward picked me up and followed his father. I saw a flash of gold on the stairs, and realized that it was the comforter. I blushed.
The x-ray machine was very intimidating. I didn't know you could even buy x-ray machines. I gawked at the thing. Edward chuckled as Carlisle pulled up a chair. He motioned for me to sit, and I did. Carlisle positioned my hand and started the machine. He covered me with a really heavy vest. I started to complain, but one look from Edward, and I shut up. Edward sat next to me and rubbed my back in methodic circles as Carlisle re-positioned my hand.
A few minutes later, Carlisle cleared his throat. "Well, it appears that you have broken your finger. It broke down in your palm, though, so it must be casted."
I groaned and dropped my head to the table. I realized a second too late what a stupid idea that was.