CHAPTER ELEVEN

"No. Nein. Neit. Uh-ah. Nada."

I kept shaking my head with my eyes locked onto the offending mode of transportation.

"What's wrong?"

Edward was thoroughly perplexed but he was going to have to take a number because there were so many voices going off in my head that I couldn't respond. They were getting louder and quite possibly speaking different languages. Is this what an aneurysm felt like?

"I…I…I…I am not going on that. No! I mean…" I began laughing hysterically. I squashed the laughter. "NO!"

"Are you afraid of flying?" Edward sat back in his chair after seeing my eyes twitch.

"Bella, this is the safest in its class. Our odds of dying in a plane crash are dramatically lower than if we were to drive."

I kept shaking my head emitting some kind of defiant sound.

"You have to get on this plane, Bella."

I remained with the head shake as my main source of communication.

"All right, fine." He dug out his phone from his new inner coat pocket. "You can call my mother and explain that after six years of not having her baby boy at home, that all of her hopes and dreams are dashed because you are too scared to get on one of the safest planes in the world. That my sister who flew in from Paris to be here should just pack her bags back up and return. Go ahead. I'll wait."

I see the phone in his outstretched hand and my head momentarily stops shaking. I fight my inner turmoil because I know what I must do. The only reason I was even considering this was because I still felt so guilty for what I had done to Edward. Hoping that reuniting him with his family would be a step on the contrition pathway.

I huffed loudly and pushed my door open. Our bags had already been taken from the trunk of the car and loaded onto the plane. Edward got out of the car, looking snazzy from our recent shopping trip and came around to help push me down that damn penance pathway. I could already feel bile rise up in my throat as I inched toward the plane.

"Would it be easier if I carried you?" Edward mocked.

I was feeling far too queasy to snap back with a snide remark. I was worried I would blow chunks any moment. With each step I took, I now understood what it felt like to walk the stairs to one's gallows back in the hanging days.

Edward had to push me through the doorway, but my natural reaction was to spread out my hands and legs like a cat that had been thrown into a swimming pool. He led me over to a chair and I felt my nails, well what was left of them from my constant biting habit, tear into the leather. I closed my eyes and focused on my deep breathing while I felt Edward strapping me in. I don't know what the point of the seatbelt was. If we were going to die, I'd rather be knocked out from being thrown around than to have to endure the horrible spiraling fall back down to the earth.

The plane is so loud I can barely think of anything soothing. I feel my breathing quicken until a loud bang interrupts my mediation. I attempt to jump out of my seat but since Edward had done a decent job of strapping me in, I don't go far.

"WHAT WAS THAT?" I screamed.

Edward grasped my arm and pulled me back down next to him.

"It was just the door closing. Calm down, Bella. We haven't even left the tarmac."

I think the next half hour could be categorized into three parts. One, my chants of, oh god followed by many vocal fucks. Part two, me heaving my morning breakfast into these little useless bags that Edward had the good sense to provide. Part three, screams as we finally landed. I now had a thorough understanding as to why the Pope always kissed the tarmac when he exited the plane. He wasn't blessing the place. He was thanking God that he survived to tell the tale.

We were on the ground and not moving as I waited for my breath to catch up and slow. I looked up to Edward who looked at me as if he witnessed the dissolution of Beyoncé's marriage to Jay Z.

"I think after this, I might have to give you the pity sex."

My eyes flashed red.

"Shut up!" I snapped.

I pulled the seatbelt from off me and tossed it violently aside before storming off the damn plane.

"Just so you know, I will not be flying back. I don't care if I have to walk, Uber, hitchhike or join a pride parade to get back to Seattle. I will not be flying!"

There was a car already waiting on the tarmac for Edward. A sleek surely very expensive car that looked like it belonged in a Transformer movie. I waited by the door with my arms folded across my chest. Edward had the good sense to not pester me.

We had driven about five miles when I could feel my senses coming back to me. I had never been on a plane. I endured, and I was better and stronger for it. It would not be happening again.

"So…what fancy smancy hotel did you set us up in?" I asked.

Edward furrowed his brow.

"Casa Cullen."

Once again, too many assumptions made. In future must tack down travel plans before agreeing to partake.

"Please tell me that's French for castle?" I quipped.

"No, chateau is French for castle. Casa is Spanish for house," he attempted to explain. Note how I said, attempted.

"Yes, Edward. I know that Casa is Spanish for house. I'm not as stupid as you think I am."

"I don't think you're stupid at all. Uneducated but not stupid," he defended himself.

"Thank you, Harvard. I feel much better now."

"I didn't go to Harvard," he said sounding wounded.

I sighed but wasn't forlorn for long.

"Ooo! Pull over here," I demanded. "I'm hungry."

I saw a McDonald's and since I left my breakfast in Mr. Fancy-pants jet disposable bags, I needed to replenish my electrolytes.

"Bella, we are less than a half hour away. You can wait."

"Excuse you. You made me get on that unholy deathtrap that robbed me of my morning intake. The least you can do is let me eat something. I will pay and don't worry, I'm not going to mess the interior of your ostentatious Batmobile."

He relented and managed to drive his high-end car through America's cheapest restaurant.

I undid my seatbelt and climbed a little over him so the person taking my order could hear me. I wasn't about to hope that Edward would relay what I needed.

"I will have a six-piece chicken McNuggets. Large fries. A McChicken. Two chocolate chip cookies and large sweet tea."

I retracted to sit back in the seat and Edward looked at me.

"I'm sorry, did you want something?"

He sighed and pulled forward.

Once we were back on the road and I had my first bite, Edward kept pressing upon me the need to eat over the paper bag. If even one drop of poison lands on his leather seats, he will personally strap me to the wing of his plane. Blah, blah, blah.

I finished the food in record time. I see a gas station up ahead and knew he was going to blow it but couldn't help myself.

"Do you mind stopping at that convenience store?"

"Oh my god! Bella!" He yelled. "You are turning this day into the Never-Ending Story!"

My mouth dropped wide.

"Did you just make a pop culture reference," I pretended to wipe an imaginary tear from my eye.

"I watched it once as a boy. I remember liking it," he defended softly.

"Please, will you stop. I need some gum. Do you really think I want to meet your family with McDonald's breath? I am trying to make a good first impression over here."

He sighed and turned the car up the driveway to the Seven-Eleven. I jumped out the second he stopped and ran in. Zooming around the store I managed to find everything one would need to survive a weekend. I came toting two large bags back out to the car where Edward stayed waiting.

"I thought you said you needed gum?" he asked appalled.

"I got some." I pulled out the small pouch and held it up. "Look, I needed to store up for winter. We are staying with your parents. The very same people who didn't have the good sense to raise their children on American processed food like the rest of good people. I needed a few supplies to get me through."

"You could go two days without processed junk."

I laughed humorlessly. "I'm not on a cleanse or made any New Year's Resolutions lately. I need my stash. You are more than welcome to partake. I got a little something for everyone. HoHo's. Ding Dongs. Twinkies. Starburst. Snickers. Skittles. Hi-Chew. Twizzlers and Red Licorice. Fritos. Doritos. Funyuns. Beef jerky. Cheez-its. Cornnuts. Peanuts. Mixed Nuts and of course Cotton Candy. A very hard find in most convenience stores, so score!"

Edward's face nearly matched the color of his new sweater.

"How are you not five-hundred pounds?"

I opened a Twizzler and began pulling at the strings.

"Awe, are you saying you wouldn't love me if I was five hundred pounds?" I jested.

Edward cricked his neck and turned back to the steering wheel, starting up the car.

"No…of course not."

I so did not want to touch that with a ten-foot pole.

I bounced happily in my chair while we sailed down the freeway. Once, I could see Edward taking natural breathes meaning he was over my extra-curricular food runs, I approached him with a new topic.

"So…tell me about your family? Give me the skinny so I don't go in there completely unprepared."

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

"Not much to tell. My father is a cardiothoracic surgeon. Meaning her operates on hearts."

"I know what it means. I watch Grey's Anatomy. I could probably recite the proper procedure to perform an appendectomy by now," I said.

"My mom…she stays at home…doing the what was it you said, billionaire wife duties? Plan parties and dinners and my sister…well, she's amazing. Alice is everything I wish I could be."

I smiled softly and leaned back in my chair.

"I think that is the nicest compliment you could ever give another person. You should tell her that."

We sat in silence for another few minutes.

"So…" I began.

"Yes, Bella. What do you want to know now?"

I scoffed a little and leaned forward to prop myself in a position to look at his face while we went over my next most important point of order.

"We need to be professional. Completely professional. The last thing we need is for them to think that something is up between us. I'm sure you never brought home an assistant before, so my presence could cause confusion. Remember to tell them that you have a very important client that needs your utmost attention and that I am here to facilitate that relationship. We will call it the…Ellis project in honor of Kate Messing's performance in The Wedding Date. It could kind of be the same scenario. Girl hires a male escort to fool family. In our case, guy hires a female escort to fool family but professionally fool family."

Edward shook his head and sighed, "I didn't understand a word of that last part. And before you tell me Netflix, you're not a female escort and I'm not paying you for this weekend so technically we are not boss slash assistant now."

I shook my head right back at him. "Someone is getting paid, but it isn't with USD currency. Pity sex could be a form of payment, hence the female escort remark. Just remember pity sex can be a wonderful thing as long as you don't remember how pitiful you are while doing it. Oh, and we will not be having pity sex or any other kind of sex under your parent's roof. Lord knows that would be a dead giveaway for our…unconventional relationship."

Edward laughed and looked out his side window.

"Bella…you won't make it five minutes with your charade. My sister will know. She has this weird gift."

"Mind reader?" I asked.

"No…more like psychic. She will have you pegged the second you get out of the car."

I sat back in my chair and folded my arms across my chest like a petulant child. We'll see about that.

We finally arrived at the large iron gates that seemed to grace every Cullen property. They slowly opened, and Edward steered the car down the long path. Not nearly as long as the path on his property but long enough. The house was exactly what I had imagined. Mansion of course but more classic style than that of Edward's modern home. Cobblestones and brickwork with lots of windows and a fountain in the front all lit up. The only way I wasn't intimidated was my excellent plan on keeping with the whole business over pleasure charade that I had forced into my head. I wasn't meeting the boyfriend's parents. I was meeting my boss's parents who happened to be a bystander for the work weekend I had to endure. Unpaid or not.

The moment our car arrived, the door flew opened and a young woman danced her way down the steps to greet us. She had long brown hair, flawless skin, and a perfect fashion sense. Edward got out of the car before I took in a long breath and opened my door.

"Edward!" The woman squealed in delight. She ran over and launched herself into his arms.

"Mom."

Mom?! Damn, well I guess I knew her secret talent. Apparently, she never aged.

I stood awkwardly by the car and could see her eyes wide in surprise when mom turned around.

"Mom, I would like you to meet Bella…she's my…"

"Personal assistant," I jumped in before Edward could fuck this up. "Lovely to meet you, Mrs. Cullen. My apologies for my intrusion. Mr. Cullen has quite a bit of work that my focus needs to be set on this weekend. I will try and not get in the way of your…reunion."

Mrs. Cullen took a step back and looked between Edward and me. She was good. She knew something was fishy.

"The same Bella who answered the phone, Edward Cullen sex god extraordinaire?"

FUCK!

I let out a little laugh.

"It was…a dare my…" I stuttered to come to a reasonable argument. Thankfully another female saved me from myself. The door flew open and this time a tiny ballerina flew down the steps, leaping off the bottom steps and flying straight into Edward's arms. Okay, I'm going to assume that this was the sister. Games faces.

I climbed back into the car and reached over to pop the trunk. When I popped back out of the car, I saw Edward with the biggest smile I had ever seen. For a moment, I paused taking in the moment. The pause was too long.

"Who's this?" The ballerina asked.

I took a step back gesturing toward the trunk.

"I was just preparing the bags, sir."

Edward rolled his eyes but replied to Alice.

"Alice…this is my…. assistant, Bella."

I wanted to nut punch him for taking too long to say my title.

Alice stopped looking at me and focused on her brother's face for a very long second before turning back to me. I looked away and shuffled to the back to begin retrieving bags hoping to load myself up, so I could not be interrogated at that moment.

"Bella, leave that. I will get them," Edward said.

"Oh no! It's in my job description. Please, sir…why don't you head inside and spend some time with your family?"

Alice waved me off.

"No. No. Edward can get them. He knows where his room is after all. Why don't you come in, so we can…chat," Alice replied looking me over like I was a stuffed turkey on Thanksgiving Day.

I gulped, and Edward pulled the bags out of my tight grip.

"Why don't you run along... assistant. You don't want to keep them waiting. They'll only get hungrier," Edward said with a gleam in his eye.

I gave him a pointed stare before releasing all of our belongings and stiffly walking towards my doom. Suddenly I was feeling severely underdressed. I was the assistant…who somehow was upgraded to something more. What? I have no idea since Edward and I hadn't even taken the opportunity to figure that out yet. Purely his fault of course. Cough* Cough*

Alice laced her arm around mine and pulled me toward the house. Mrs. Cullen followed along after.

"So…how long have you worked for Edward?" Alice began with her line of questioning.

"Uh…three weeks?" I cringed knowing how bad that sounded.

"Three weeks? Wow! Edward must really like you if he is bringing you along on a personal vacation," she replied.

"What? No! Um…this isn't a vacation, at least not for me. We have a super important client that I am to focus on while here. You know, in fact, I should probably go and stay at a hotel. I mean…I can manage the Ellis account on my own while you hang out with your family," I looked back to Edward.

Visions of me jumping around on a king-sized bed while devouring a tube of cookie dough popped up into my head.

Edward walked forward and placed a soft hand on my shoulder.

"Bella, you have been working so hard. Why don't you put the…Ellis account to bed for a couple of days? I know my family would love nothing more than to spend time with the woman who has become such an integral part of my…company."

Alice squealed and danced up to pull me away from Edward.

"Why don't you go and see dad in his den and we will take Bella here to the kitchen. There is just so much we have to know."

Edward nodded, "That sounds like a plan."

He winked and whispered. "Play nice, Bella."

I didn't even attempt to wipe the contempt from my eyes. We would be having many words when we were finally alone.

The kitchen was beautiful. I liked it far more than Edward's state of the art kitchen at his house. This kitchen was so beautiful, I wouldn't mind picking up a cooking lesson or switching my television programming to FOOD Network for a month to attempt to learn a thing or two just to play around in this kitchen.

"Would you mind helping with dinner?" Mrs. Cullen asked.

"Ohh, Mrs. Cullen. My culinary skills leave something to be desired. I really don't think you want me messing with your dinner."

"Bella, please call me Esme." She placed a gentle hand on my back and gave me a genuine smile. Once again leading me to wonder why Edward wouldn't want to be a part of this woman's life more. I hadn't been around a mom in nearly a decade. It felt nice. I felt my shields come down marginally.

"Just, how about we start off small and peel some potatoes."

She handed me a peeler and showed me to the sink. I look at the small metal instrument and picked up a potato still not sure what I should do. Mrs. Cullen gave me a short demonstration and waited until I got the hang of it. It wasn't so bad once I got started. In fact, it was rather cathartic.

Esme left to go to the bathroom and that's when Alice started in on me.

"Okay, cut the crap. What is going on with you and my brother?"

I focused on my potatoes.

"I don't know what you mean. He hired me…"

"I'm not stupid, Bella. That boy has never brought home a girl. Mentioned a girl. Or even looked at a girl before and today, he comes home and he's not looking at us, who we haven't seen in a couple of years, he's paying attention to the assistant like she's this magical fairy about to spread her dust."

I let out a slow breath and attempted to hide my rosy cheeks. I look slowly over towards her.

"Okay, …we might have hooked up…once or…twice," I cringed.

Alice squealed so loudly, it made me nearly stab myself with the peeler.

"OH! Thank god! I thought he was a virgin," she clapped and hooted.

Cue the awkward pause.

"What? Your brother? No way. I swear he's practically a slut. I'm sure you would be happy to know that he is very skilled in bed!"

Alice's face dropped as it turned to disgust.

"No! I would not be happy to know that. I just…didn't want him to die a virgin."

Ah geez! Maybe I wasn't so good with family after all. iTunes was so going to revoke my Family Affair download.

Alice perked back up after a solid second of mental picture disgust.

"So…you and him. Where do you see this going?" she sang.

I felt myself become seriously hypoglycemic. Where was my bag of sugar when one needed it?

"Alice, why don't you lay off Bella or you will have to explain to Edward why his new girlfriend ran away," Mrs. Cullen said walking back in.

"Oh, I am soo not his girlfriend. In fact, we haven't even been on a date. We are so currently on an It's Complicated Facebook status and lord knows if that will ever change."

Alice narrowed her eyes at me. The very same eyes that seemed to tunnel into the depths of my soul and pick out the necessary information needed.

"So…you and my brother are just…fucking?" Alice asked.

"Alice!" Mrs. Cullen snapped.

"ALICE!"

That last snapping came from behind. It was Edward.

I put the potato peelers down.

"I need a restroom."

I walked out of the room. Which was completely stupid on my part because, how the hell would I know where a water closet existed in this damn casa? Instead, I found myself heading towards the door as if peeing in a dirt hole outside suddenly sounded appealing.

"Bella. Bella. Bella!" Edward ran to catch up with me, "Please don't leave."

He seemed genuinely upset.

"I just needed to pee," I whispered.

Edward looked to the left and replied, "that's the front door."

Almost as if I was so stupid that I wouldn't know this.

"I know. I…didn't know where the bathroom was so I thought I would cop a squat outside. I'm a wilderness girl. We go where we need."

He put his hand around my waist and pulled me back.

"Come on. I will show you."

He led me upstairs without a word and into a large bedroom. Briefly, I could see that my bags were on the bed, but I was more interested in the bathroom, so I quickly hurried in and locked the door.

I did have to pee, but I also needed to get a moment to regroup. Okay, so my plan of being professional and polite didn't work. Now I would need to move onto a plan B. What was a plan B in this situation? Once again, Edward and I weren't in a real relationship, but it felt odd to go about my weekend with his family thinking I was the presidential intern in the blue dress.

I took longer than I should have because Edward eventually knocked softly upon the door.

"Can we talk?"

I didn't answer.

"Please, Bella. I know you well enough. You're probably sitting on the bathtub wondering how you can shimmy down the trellis."

I opened the door.

"What's a trellis?" I asked wondering if he had a good possible exit strategy.

"The latticework that holds the ivy to the side of the house. Alice used to shimmy down the trellis all the time when we were in school."

I walked around him and toward the bed. Taking in the room, I could see all the mementos Edward had kept from his childhood displayed around. Picture frames and science project medals. I would love nothing more than to wait until he wasn't around to snoop. Edward Cullen, preteen? God, that could be a fascinating read.

"Would you be upset if I didn't go to dinner? I am so tired and with the plane and daycare thing. I am fried. I need a couple hours to catch up on some sleep."

It wasn't a complete lie. In fact, it was obvious that this was the reason I was so off my game with the sister. Edward walked forward and sat down on his bed.

"Bella, please don't be upset with my sister. She doesn't know how to be around…I've never brought home a girl before."

"It's not her fault. I understand but I am not ready to deal with twenty questions when I myself don't know the answers. I need to sleep and then maybe I can figure out a way to give her proper answers."

He was silent, probably wondering if my first order of business when he left was to figure out the getaway process by trellis.

"What questions have you confused?"

I looked away and back outside. Was it too late to shimmy down the trellis? Would he see me if I moved very slowly?

"I think I am going to plead the fifth, even though I am not entirely sure what that means no matter how many times I watch Law and Order. So…can I take my nap now? Is this where I am staying? Or is there a guest room? Oh god, that just brings up so many questions."

I press my fingers into the temples of my head and attempt to massage away the impending migraine.

"You can sleep here. If you…feel uncomfortable, I will go and stay in the guest room."

Without answering the question, I heard him ask, I went over towards the bed and sat down. Edward stood up stiffly and sighed before retreating out the door. Once, he was gone, I felt like I could breathe freely. I looked around and as much as I wanted to explore Edward Cullen: The Teen Years. I instead went back to the window. I pulled up the latch and lifted it up and stuck my head out. I look over and see the trellis thingy. Man, Alice must be a freakin daredevil. There was absolutely no way I would ever go down that thing. Just looking down to the ground made me a little nauseous. I pull my head back and hear the door open.

"Sorry, I forgot my pho…"

Edward catches me pulling my head back in.

"Bella, were you seriously trying to escape down the wall?"

"Are you out of your damn mind? I think from Bella and the Airplane prequel you witnessed earlier, you wouldn't have to ask that. My god, I may not want to deal with the questions your family has for me, but I am not about to fall to my death to get away from them."

I walked over to the bed and flopped down upon it. It felt weird to be in an Edward Cullen bed without his trusty cream puff duvet. Edward slowly shuffled forward and eased his way onto the bed.

"If we were to define our relationship, it might ease your stress," he offered.

Or it could make me lose my lunch and since I already lost my breakfast today, one more loss and my stomach would officially fire me. I closed my eyes instead of answering. I felt the bed move a little as his weight was shifted.

"Bella, how many types of sex are there?"

"What?" I gasped opening my eyes.

"Well, you said there was fucking and pity sex? I mean how many more types could there be other than making love, I imagine."

Oh god, he wanted me to go over this now?

I sighed and turned on my side to face him.

"Well, I guess…just off the top of my head. There are a lot. I mean you have fucking. Drunk sex. I just got out of prison sex. Rough sex. Congratulatory bang. BDSM. Role-playing. There's a lot and they are pretty much all the same when you get down to it except for making love."

He nodded and looked down at the quilt we were laying on.

"Okay, so what do you think is the difference between making love and fucking?" he asked.

I bit my lip opting to not chew on my number two finger, so I wouldn't have to hear him give me sanitation guidelines.

"Well…I guess…fucking is just two people working together for the same common goal. The orgasm. With love-making, two people are together because there is no place they would rather be and feeling that person inside of you, you never want that feeling to end."

He mules over the wisdom I just laid down and I wait left to wonder what kind of question will come out next? Will he want to know about positions? What other sex advice could I part with so that I would send him out into the world with handy knowledge while he searched for his viable vessel?

"Bella."

I sighed.

"You don't have to say my name every time. I know that it's me you're talking to," I replied.

"I like saying your name. I would prefer to call you Isabella but…"

I give him a look and he backed off.

"Bella," he pauses. "If you had a billion dollars what would you do with it?"

I snorted a laugh.

"Edward, I would be the worst person with a billion dollars. I like money, but I imagine a billion dollars would be wasted on me. I would probably sit around the house watching Netflix and eating cookie dough."

I yawned and then a thought popped into my head.

"OH! I know what I would do. I would totally build a vault for my billion dollars and then Scrooge McDuck it!"

Edward gave me the standard confused glare.

"Scrooge...MC...what? I don't understand."

I pulled out my phone and found a short on YouTube. I played him the clip and watched as his face turned from confusion to disgust.

"Bella, that would be highly unsanitary."

I sighed, "Yes, yes it would be but if I was a billionaire I could afford all the drugs in the world, so I would be vaccinated against the horrors of money germs."

"Plus, if a person jumped from that height into a dense pool of gold coins, it would be like diving head first into the concrete. You might die instantly or at the very least be paralyzed."

"Thank you, Edward, for ruining my dreams. Why don't you tell me one of yours, so I can make us even?"

He looked ashamed for crapping all over my fantasy billionaire plans.

"Why don't you tell me...the perfect night," I said.

Edward thought about for a few short seconds before replying, "Well...I would want to...spend the night with the woman I loved."

I rolled my eyes.

"Okay. And what would you two do? Lots of sex?"

Edward shook his head.

"No, my perfect night would be us together in bed, talking...maybe kissing and we would just hold each other."

There was so much I could say to make fun of him for, but it felt a little cheap of me to do so.

"Would you be the little spoon or the big spoon?"

He furrowed his brow, "I don't believe cutlery would need to be involved."

I want to laugh but refrain.

"Don't ever change, Edward."

Silence once again. I nearly find myself so at peace that I want to nod off until I feel him move to look at me.

"Bella? Would you go out with me... on a date?"

I look at him and hope he doesn't see my eyes filled with terror.

"You don't want to date me, Edward. You only think you do because I popped your cherry. You are in a post-virginity haze. If you went out and literally fucked any other girl, you would be over this. I'm not saying this to be mean. I just…know better. It's the hazards of losing your virginity. You think you're in love with the first loser who comes along and fucks you."

He places a hand over my mouth.

"Please don't ever talk about yourself like that. I'm not in a virginity haze. I want to date you. Please let me take you out on a date."

I shake my head and look towards the ceiling. Date? Maybe if I say yes and we get back home, I can resend my yes. There would be no way we could date until we were back in Seattle. With his reunion tomorrow evening and us leaving on Sunday, it would be all too easy to still get out of it. Dating me would be a disaster I would spare him from.

"Fine. One date. And it better not be some kind of aviation thing…and there better be food there. I mean real food that has the standard thousand calorie meal content. No…salad and crap."

Edward smiled, and I see him lean slightly forward before thinking on it and slowly retreating.

"Now, will you please go spend some time with your family? I would like to take my nap if you wouldn't mind."

He moves to get up but pauses. He looks me over and once again, I can see the little hamster turning his wheel in his head. He leans over and kisses me on the head before grabbing his phone and getting up to leave.

I flopped back down to the pillow after the door closes thinking about a world where someone like an Edward Cullen dates a Bella Swan. It's a nice dream to have but in reality, I could already foresee how it would turn out. An Edward Cullen deserved someone much better than a Bella Swan.

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