Chapter 20
Edward's POV:
Well, I had applied for a job as a chef at an Italian restaurant in town yesterday. Mom had let me out of my grounding for that hour or so. Bella didn't know one thing about me: I loved to cook and I've always been told I was quite good at it—I hoped I got the job. I could cook for my Bella then.
I was reading a book before I went to sleep. Someone knocked softly on my door.
"Come in," I called.
Bella walked into my room in her pajamas. She looked adorable with her hair up. It bounced with every step she took.
"Hey Edward—what does your family do for Thanksgiving?" Bella asked randomly.
"Well, we just eat. That's about it. Why?" I answered.
"My aunt has invited you and me to Georgia this Thanksgiving. She lives near Savannah. I can't decide what I think we should do; what do you think?"
"I think we should to go Georgia. That is an area of the US that I have not been to. And I want to meet your family."
"Are you certain, Edward? Are you 200 certain that you want to go there? Will your family be upset?" asked Bella. She seemed very concerned; it was so cute.
"I'll ask mom and dad tomorrow to make sure. Thanksgiving is quite a while away. Anyway, I believe you'll need to be resting yourself up for the big shopping trip tomorrow with Alice. She'll wear you out! Go to bed, love."
She rolled her eyes at the thought.
"You suggested it," I reminded. Bella smirked.
"Good night honey," she said and kissed me on the top of my head. She began to walk to the door.
"Umm—a kiss on the head isn't enough to get out of here," I joked. She giggled and came back to me. She kissed me long on the lips. She broke away for air.
"Better?" she asked out of breath.
"Yes, get out of here."
"Yes, sir. Wish me good luck tomorrow. I love you," she said.
"I love you too." Then she left.
I couldn't read anymore! I marked my place then put the book on my bedside table. I wish Bella was allowed to stay in my room. She did when I had hurt myself… but she hasn't since. I fell asleep after a few minutes of sleeping.
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The Next Day
Still Edward's POV
When I woke up, Bella and Alice were already gone. What cracked me up was that it was only 8:45 when I woke up. Alice does prefer to get an early start.
Mom and dad were in the kitchen when I walked downstairs. Mom was flipping an egg on the stove.
"Hi, honey," Esme greeted.
"How ya doing, son?" Carlisle asked.
"I'm fine. Hey, what are we doing for Thanksgiving this year?" I began.
"I guess the usual, why?" Esme answered.
"Bella's aunt invited me and her to her home for Thanksgiving," I explained.
"Where does her aunt live?" Dad wondered.
"Georgia."
"GEORGIA?? Please tell me that's a town close to here," Mom yelled.
"No, it's the state. I'm pretty sure it's somewhere around Savannah."
Mom fussed some more about it all. I don't think she seems too crazy about the idea. "I'm just not sure about this all, Edward. I mean—you've spent every Thanksgiving with us since you were born. I mean…"
"I think you should go," Dad interrupted. Mom gasped at him. "That's Bella's family. I have a feeling it would mean a lot to Bella if you did go. Do what you want to, that's what I think."
"Carlisle!" Mom fussed.
"What? He loves her. I believe I would do the same for you. I want him to go with his girlfriend."
Mom sighed deeply and was silent for about a minute. Suddenly, she murmured: "Fine. Go with Bella. BUT—you have to be with us on Christmas."
"I wouldn't have it any other way," I said excitedly then ran out of the room.
I couldn't wait till Thanksgiving now.