Chapter 4
"Well I wouldn't go that far," said Isabella. "But I would have felt a lot better knowing my mom and dad could still talk to each other. And if my mom had needed help I would've wanted my dad to step in."
"Of course, I'm going to take care of her." I didn't add that Lauren had no siblings, no parents, and few friends. When we were married, I always wanted to try new things and meet new people. On the other hand, Lauren stuck pretty much to the same group of moms she had befriended when Rosalie was a toddler.
"When we got married I promised I would always do things like this," I said. "Just because we're divorced doesn't mean I don't care what happens to her."
My eyes stayed glued to my sneakers, which I took my time lacing up. I looked up when I felt Isabella's hands cupping my face. She
"Edward, I'm not trying to talk you out of it. I'm with you in this. I know the man you are wouldn't leave anyone, let alone someone you used to be married to, in the cold like that. Trust me," she pleaded.
"I do trust you. I just…"
Her eyes shone with compassion. "You haven't seen her much since the divorce, and how all of a sudden she's living here."
"Living here." Up unto that point I hadn't thought about Lauren's injury in that context. She was going to have to stay at my house. With me. And Isabella already made plans to stay with me while her dorm was renovated over Christmas.
"My dad will still come get me," she offered. "It's only a few hours out of his way."
"No, I want you to stay with me," I said firmly. "I'm just having trouble wrapping my head around this."
Isabella pressed a kiss to my cheek. "Go pick her up. I'll make something to eat."
Did I mention my girl cooks? Like Paula Deen reincarnated.