4.
Finally we sit down and eat our soups. This is the perfect kind of day for tomato soup and grilled cheese, and a night with a book and hot chocolate.
But I know Edward wants to watch movies.
I can compromise.
"So what are we doing to night?" Edward asks with his mouth full, spraying crumbs all over the place.
"What?" I ask pointedly. He knows I hate it when he does that.
He chews and empties his mouth before asking again.
"Well, I kind of want to curl up and just read tonight," I admit.
"Alright, I brought my book," He says.
"Really?" I grin. "I thought for sure you had some movies in that bag of yours."
"I do. I'm prepared for everything."
"A true boy scout then, huh."
"I was never a boy scout!"
"I know!"
I love him so much.
And he just doesn't know it.
I want him to know.
But his divorce was finalized only last month.
