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.