BPOV

Edward and I shared a modest two story, two bedroom house. It was beautiful, if I must say so myself. Edward owned the place and after we got married I moved in. The house was modern and contained most of the 'in' technology. It was modest and homey looking from the outside and after adding feminine touches here and there, the bachelor pad now felt much more welcoming. Edward had given me free reign to do as I wished to the house and I did just that, making the house into a home.

I was currently lying in bed, on my side with my back facing Edward. He was on the other side of the bed in a similar position leaving a considerable amount of unused space between us in our California King.

At the beginning of our marriage we had come to a silent agreement that I would take, what was now, the guest room. Unfortunately due to frequent unexpected visits from our nosey family members we would have to rush to make the bed look unused and come up with an excuse to why our clothes hung in different rooms. Due to Edward's workaholic nature it was easy to say that we just didn't have time to sort through our clothes and make room for mine in Edward's walk in. After about three months we had decided sharing a bedroom would be the easiest.

The flashing red number on the alarm clock read 5.59, a minute before it was about to ring. I turned the alarm off and trudged my way to the bathroom. After finishing off with my morning rituals I dressed simply in a pair of grey yoga pants and a purple tank top.

When I arrived back in the room, Edward was out of bed. I knew he was probably finishing of in the gym. Everyday both Edward and I would wake up at six, while I would use the bathroom he used this time to have his one hour workout. At seven I would start preparing breakfast while it was his turn to take the bathroom. Finally by eight he would leave for work or as for weekends, like today, he would be doing his own thing. Plain. Simple. Boring. Our interactions were kept to a minimum.

I made my way to my favourite place in the house. The kitchen. Typical right? 'A women's place is in the kitchen' as some people would say. But no, the kitchen was a place I could be free, exploring different recipes or making my own. As childhood dream of mine was to own was to own a cute little bakery.

My kitchen was made from soft-wood flooring, white granite worktops and deep brown cabinets. At the centre of the kitchen was an island which fit four. On the other side of the kitchen lay an oval cherry wood dining table. It was only used for when family were around.

I decided on making a Spanish omelette for breakfast. I chopped up the ingredients quickly and beat the egg. While I fried the egg I quickly popped in a few toasts. At that point I could hear Edward's footstep thudding down the stairs.

He was also dressed casually in grey sweatpants and a red t-shirt indicating that he wasn't going out anytime soon.

"Is there anything you need help with?"

"Erm...The orange juice still needs to be made."

Edward quickly got the orange juice maker out and popped the oranges in and a jug underneath.

"Anything else?"

"You can start putting whatever spreads you want on the toast." Edward nodded and carefully got down to work, by carefully I mean carefully. The spread would cover the entire toast very neatly. It was kind of like an art piece and very amusing to watch.

"What spreads would you like?"

"Just some bertolli please."

To an outsider's eye this would look like a wonderful husband helping his wife out with breakfast, it hurt me because we weren't a happily married couple; we lived more like awkward flat mates.

"Are you doing anything today?" Edward asked after stuffing a large piece of omelette down his throat.

"I'm going down to the bakery today, but that's not till after lunch and I'm not sure if I'll be back for dinner." The bakery was owned by a close friend, Tanya, who was having trouble baking the 'perfect cake' and called for my help.

"Alright, I'll get take out or make something. Do want me to get something for you?"

"No thanks." Edward nodded and left his plate in the sink before rushing off to the study.

"You look emotionally drained trying to keep those pretences up." That was the first thing that flew out of Tanya's mouth when I walked in the bakery's kitchen.

"Tan, please not today."

"Sweety you look...nevermind. All I'm saying is you need out."

"I still have no idea how you know."

"Honey, remember when you were ten and I was able to babysit you when I finally turned sixteen." I nodded. "Well at that age my teenage mind was filled with wanting to learn about people's behaviour. Kate only sent of bitch vibes 24/7 so I tried looking really closely at how you behaved and reacted."

"That's really creepy." I murmured.

"Shut up!" She laughed, nudging her hips to mine. "Anyway what I'm saying is that I've studied you for a long time, I know how you would react. Look when Edward kisses you, you always have a shocked look on your face which lasts for a second before you play your part. When Edward holds you, you get slightly uncomfortable but then hide behind that fake smile of yours. I could go on but my point is I've noticed it and I know there's something wrong with your marriage. I'm not going to pry but I'm just looking out for you."

"Is it really easy to catch on to?"

Tan sighed really loud before facing my direction, pressing her hip to the counter and crossing her arms across her chest. "No. Like I've said it's easy for me to spot these things after studying you for almost eleven years."

"Why are you not a psychologist?" I asked to lighten the mood which earned a laugh from Tanya.

"Bells, you know I share your love for the kitchen, psychology was only to keep my teenage mind occupied, never would I turn that into a career."

"It's mega creepy as well."

"Oh shut it you!"

"So I'm curious how many people have you 'studied'?" I asked animating speech marks with my fingers.

Tan whacked my hands with the dish towel before answering. "Only you."

"Why am I so special?"

"I just found you interesting."

"Uhuh. What's so interesting about me?"

"At school I only got horny vibes from everyone around me and at home I only got bitch vibes from Kate. Really nothing interesting there. You were like my guinea pig and on the plus side you were really easy to read."

"Still seriously disturbed, you stalker."

"What can I say sweet-cheeks, you're so beautiful, everything about you turns me on."

"Ew, Tan. Seriously a week without Ethan and you've turned into a horny bitch."

"Oh Ethy baby." 'Ethy baby' seriously the woman's on a high. "Okay enough chit chat we need to make this cake perfecto." She went off into dreamland about her boyfriend who by the way was coming back tomorrow from a week long business trip.

"Oh I found the ring. I think he might pop the question tomorrow." So that's why she wanted a special perfect cake.

"Tan I told you to stop snooping."

"I know. I know. But I couldn't help it." She said sheepishly. "The ring is perfect I mean it somehow captures us."

"Since when did you become complete cheese?"

"Oh stop you spoil sport. I mean it's been haunting me for months. I've seen the ring box in his pocket. I just had to see it." I swear the woman was vibrating ever so slightly. "I know we've only been dating for a year but it feels right you know?"

No, I didn't know but I nodded anyway.

"Imagine the proposal. Oh it better be romantic..." She ranted off about her perfect proposal, wedding, marriage. Everything!

Everywhere around me people were finding their Mr Right's. I wondered if I would ever have a change to find mine.

AN: So I thought I'd give you a peak at Edward and Bella's unpretending life. Boring huh? Yeah I think so too.

And then there's Tanya. Just to clarify she knows about Edward and Bella, she thinks they're having trouble in paradise and she doesn't know the full story but she still thinks Bella is better without Edward. She's not a main character but she will pop up a few times and when she does it'll be important.

So leave your thoughts behind