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"Think nothing of it dear, I have a feeling that you're already family." Said Esme in her most soothing voice. When I looked into her eyes, and back at Edwards, I could do nothing but hope she was right. I liked the idea of a family, but Rosalie made me wary, and they could change their minds at any time. So to keep from making a fool out of myself, either by crying out of sheer gratitude or just saying something stupid, I let Esme lead me into the kitchen.
"I hope you like to eat Bella, I went a little crazy, the kids aren't usually all in one place when we're back home, so I made a ton to choose from!" she beamed, and I had no choice but to beam back at the beautiful woman. If this is what home feels like, I'm sure I could get used to it.
She wasn't kidding when she said she went "a little crazy", as I looked around and saw all the dishes, and desserts and even three different types of drinks to choose from, this wasn't a little crazy, this was Thanksgiving on steroids. Or at least what I would imagine Thanksgiving to be like, every year I wound up making all the little instant packages given to me in the "thanksgiving food box". I don't even think I'd ever seen this much food in one sitting not on TV. Definitely new.
With a deep breath and glance around the room, I realized everyone was waiting for me to take the first plate. So I grabbed my plate and stepped up to the kitchen island ready to at least get a spoonful of everything, because if I got more than spoonful, I wouldn't be able to finish, and even at the rate I was going, I STILL had a plate piled high. Roasted chicken, green beans, southern style baked macaroni and cheese, pastas, salads, meat balls and is that..curry?
"Carlisle spent some time in Kentucky during his residency and developed a taste for southern food, and then the kids eat more traditional dishes and then, I just felt like curry as well as some other dishes I came across online to try out." Esme beamed at me as she saw the confused look go across my face at the spread of choice.
"Everything smells so wonderful I can hardly wait to sit down, I just hope I can fit it all." I smiled back.
When I looked up, Edward was definitely perusing my body, and I made a note to watch how I was chewing, better for him not to see me looking like a cow who hadn't eaten in days. I couldn't help the moan that tumbled out of my mouth as the first spoonful of food touched my tongue. If I could help it I would never cook again. What did Esme put in this? Magic? Crack? Something, my goodness, food should not be this good.
Working my way around my plate far quicker than I meant to, and humming the entire time, a glass with lemonade and the perfect amount of condensation appeared in front of me reminding me that I had just shoveled down some of the best food in my life. Looking up, I realized that every pair of eyes in the room we're trained on me and I wiped at my face to make sure there was nothing on it.
When my face heated up, Esme spoke, "Oh goodness, we'll get out of here, I hope you enjoy the food Bella!" and with that her and Carlisle disappeared through the doors. When I looked up, it was just Edward and I, the others must have left when Esme and Carlisle did, but I didn't hear them leave. Was everyone in this family just freakishly quiet? Probably. I'm the only one who can't walk in or out of a room without finding a flat surface to trip over. How awesome.
Smiling slightly Edward moved to take my plate, and raised his eyebrows asking me if I was done. Nodding a yes, he removed my plate with a smile and set to washing it in the sink and started humming a light tune. Stuffed and content I laid my head down on the island I mustve dosed off because the next thing I felt was myself being lifted up and into a firm yet…cold...chest? Maybe cold is the wrong word, it was like laying on the cool side of the pillow, soft, yet chilled and untouched by pesky heat. Somehow knowing that it was Edward that held onto me, I smiled and drifted deeper but the bed sheets I thought we're coming never did. Instead, he carried me into another living room and popped in a DVD keeping me on his lap, he grabbed a throw blanket, wrapped it around and proceeded to hum through the opening credits.
Laying there for as long as possible, unable to feign sleep any longer with my body on full alert at his proximity, I popped one eye open and looked up to a smiling Edward, I smiled back showing all my teeth. Unwilling to relinquish the moment, I snuggled deeper into his chest and sighed. I wasn't ready to ask why I was in his lap and not in my bed, I wasn't ready to ask why he called me Princess. I just knew I felt safe, and everything seemed right with the world when I was here. It felt right.
Motioning towards the TV he asked if I'd like to turn around and watch, thinking that I should get up, when I tried to stand, arms anchored me where I was and simply lifted me and turned me, still fully on his lap, but instead with my butt right on top of a growing bulge. Trying not to squeal like a little girl, she held in the gasp that would give her away. Because for the first time, maybe it was just Edward, all the sensations she'd never felt, came rushing to her core in one swift rush. Moving around trying to alleviate the ache between her legs she heard a groan from behind that made her freeze. In a flash, she was up off the big bulge and making excuses about needed to use the bathroom.
Red cheeked, and walking a little funny because of the slickness between her legs, she disappeared into the bathroom taking choppy deep breaths and trying not to think about him bending her over the baby grand piano they had passed earlier. Taking some tissue from the roll, she dabbed between her legs, hoping there wasn't a noticeable wet spot in the already too small cheerleader shorts. Splashing a little water on her face she was good as new, and turned to open the handle to the bathroom. Figuring he would want her in the spot next to him, she smiled when she went back into the living room and his arms we're wide in an obvious invitation to come back to his lap, she hesitated, but stepped into the cocoon and hoped that she could behave, for both of their sakes.
A/N: Hey guys, thanks for hanging in there with me as I update sporadically and take some time to really flesh out my characters. I don't want this story to move too quickly and end up being a drabble fic so I'm really trying to plan out their roles and make everything connect and make sense. As always, if you have any ideas, anything you'd like to see or even something you feel like just needed to be added, send me a PM and let's try to work it in. Also, if you have something terribly rude to say, just don't say it. Thanks again and don't forget to REVIEW REVEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW.