A/N: I'm sooooo sorry it took me this long to update! Enjoy and please R&R!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight in any way, shape, or form. That's why I'm writing fanfictions.
I drove home as fast as my whining truck would let me, thinking through recipes that I already had the ingredients for that Charlie would find special. By the time I got home, I'd narrowed it down to two options: ziti or chicken parmesan.
Bursting into the house, an unexpected scent hit my nose: spaghetti sauce and cheese. What was Charlie making? The answer? Nothing. He'd ordered pizza, just like he'd been doing for the past week.
Charlie looked up when I knocked lightly on the doorframe. He looked at me sheepishly, swallowing the pizza in his mouth before answering the questions written all over my face.
"Sorry, Bells, I didn't know when you were going to be home, and-," I cut him off.
"It's fine, Dad we can have your special diner tomorrow." I grabbed a slice of pizza and sat down across from him. We ate in silence for a few minutes, and then Charlie stood up.
"I'm going to watch the game. Don't save the extra pizza, we never eat it." With that, he went into the other room and turned on the TV. I got up, cleaned my plate, and shoved the nearly-empty pizza box in the garbage. I went up to my room and found Edward flipping through one of my books.
"Since when are you into medieval books?" he asked, holding up the thick book in his hands. I blushed as the blue dragon on the cover of Eragon stared at me.
"I'm not," I mumbled, staring at my feet. "Ben suggested it to me, so I read I, that's all." He looked like he was going to burst out laughing as I snatched the book out of his hands and slammed it on the desk as I sat down. I turned on my new computer, Edward had insisted on me getting rid of the old one and getting me a laptop instead, and checked my e-mail. Nothing. Shutting the top, I went and sat next to Edward. It was getting dark out, and the only sounds were the rain and the game on TV.
We sat, Edward playing with my hair, me practically falling asleep, until the constant sound from the game cut off and we heard Charlie start up the stairs. I quickly went over and started flipping through my e-mail as Edward disappeared.
Charlie opened my door and poked his head in.
"I'm turning in, Bells. Don't stay up too late. G'nite," he said, sounding like he was already asleep.
"'Kay, Dad. See you in the morning," I answered, sounding tired myself. After he left, I shut off my computer, grabbed my pajamas and bathroom stuff, and headed to take a shower. Thank goodness I already had experience bathing with a cast, so this time it was not an issue.
After my shower, I padded back to Edward where he sat on my bed. I climbed back into his lap and soon fell asleep.
When I woke up, Charlie was gone and Edward was sitting next to me reading Eragon. As I rolled over, he dropped the book to the floor and pulled me into a tight hug.
"Good morning, Love," he said, kissing my neck. I sat up.
"I need a human minute," I yawned, getting up and stretching my legs. I grabbed jeans, a t-shirt, and a brush. I changed and then tackled the knot that was my hair. When I looked semi-presentable, I went back to my room.
"So, are we going to your house today?" He glanced up and smiled.
"Sure," he replied, getting up and coming over and, literally, sweeping me off my feet. He carried me down the stairs, out the door, and put me on the passenger seat of my ancient Chevy. I began to protest, but after he lightly pressed his lips to mine, all my complaints disappeared.
He eased my truck out of the driveway and down the road. When he finally pulled into his long driveway, it started to drizzle. After parking, he came over to my side of the car, took off hi coat, and put it around me. Looking down, I realized that I had forgotten to put on a jacket this morning.
I inhaled his sweet scent as we walked into his beautiful home. Being back here made me remember last night. I went to check on my shirt and see if I might be able to somehow save it.
I walked to the washer and dryer and stopped short. My shirt was sitting on top of the dryer, stain-free, with a scrap of paper on top that said "Bella" in perfect script that could've been anyone of their handwriting.
I picked the shirt up and pocketed the paper. Huh.
A/N: Okay, hope you liked it. Thanks to all who have reviewed! By the way, Alice was about to say that Bella forgot her shirt. It was cleaned by her Secret Santa, but, remember, Alice has someone whose name starts with an "E". If you have any guesses as to who has who, let me know. It won't always be the most obvious choice.