Chris POV
I knew we spent most of the time pretending to be fully human but crikey, what had Bella and my fiancée so convinced that cooking a thanks giving dinner would bring us closer together as a family. Edward wasn't going to even eat any of it.
Speaking of my soon to be father in law, he was sat in the arm chair drinking a glass of blood. Honestly I thought it would be impossible to be any more scared of him than I already was. But seeing him drinking his natural diet was making my stomach clench.
I sat in silence on the sofa while he raised the glass repeatedly to his lips, drinking deeply, all the while never taking his eyes off of the TV.
Bella walked in drying her hands and stared astonished at her husband.
"How long have oyu been sat on your arse in silence?" She cried and threw an anxious look at an uncomfortable me.
Edward let out a breath, eyes still on the TV. "I have been sat on my arse, for three hours, since you left me to prat about with a turkey." He muttered and she growled.
He carried on unfazed and unmoving, "And not only have I been sat like this for four hours, but I intend to stay like this for the rest of the day."
Bella hissed, "Why?"
"it's my thanks giving too." He stated.
She smirked at him, "Well maybe now would be the prefect opportunity to tell you that we are having guests for dinner."
"really?" He asked, totally uninterested, and not even pretending to look it.
Bella frowned, "Yes, Chris's parents."
"Talk about throwing me to the sharks." I muttered and cringed when Edward's teeth snapped together.
"What?" He growled and she laughed, walking back towards the kitchen, just as Anthony walked in.
"No you know, anyone watching this?" He asked and flopped down on the sofa, grabbing the remote and changing to channel onto some music channel where everyone was wearing fewer clothes than the swimming channel.
"What are you wearing?" Edward asked his son, looking him over.
Anthony frowned, "what are you wearing?"
"You can't ask me that, look at you, that shirt..." Edward laughed, "What did you do, sell the caravan but keep the curtains."
Anthony scowled and I laughed, Edward winked at me and my spirits lifted slightly.
"Why are you in such a bad mood anyway?" Anthony shot at his father who growled at him.
Edward shrugged, "Everyone should get to enjoy thanks giving in their own way."
"it's not proper thank giving though." I remind both of them.
Edward shrugged, "The detail."
Anthoyn looked slightly hopeful," Unless your just being men to get back at chris, and are going to be nice tommrow when AImees mum comes."
Edward frowned, "I cant predict these things."
Bella walked through, ebding over to put a candle on teh table, adding a strange eery glow to the room. Edward cringed away from it and she smirked at him.
"You can manage to be nice for two days." She commented.
Edward scoffed and she growled.
"Your acting like my father."
Edwards jaw tightened, "He was a good man."
She rolled her eyes, "I know, are you going to carve the turkey or are you going to do it when they get here?"
He frowned, "Do I have to eat it?"
"Yes."
"Then I will go and watch the bears game with Emmet at the main house, and return when everyone is too pissed to know that I'm not eating." He said and stood up.
Bella looked outraged.
"You're not being serious?" She demanded.
Edward nodded and reached the door before she even had time to move.
"Deadly." He muttered and left.
