Thank you SO much, Sherry (Banshee69) for all your help, I couldn't have done this without you. I don't own Twilight, SM does. RATED M for content and language.
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Tanya has the table set when I come back into the dining room. I sit down as she places my bowl of piping hot beef stew in front of me.
I grab my napkin and place it across my lap. I manage to mumble a "Thank you," to her as I am crumbling my cornbread into my bowl.
She sits down across from me with her own food. "So." She begins and I have a hard time swallowing, knowing what she's about to bring up. "How did it go today?"
I stir my stew around. "Good, good." I nod.
She raises a brow at me. "Care to elaborate?"
I rub the back of my neck. "Uh, yeah. They, uh, checked her out; said things were good."
She looks at me smiling. "Okay. What else?"
Fuck, she's not making it easy on me. "Well, they said that it just so happens, her cycle was in line, or something? You know me, I wasn't half listening to all that medical stuff." I try to play it off by laughing.
She just rolls her eyes. "Yeah, you tend to zone out."
I rub my my hands on my thighs. "Yeah, they took us over to the lab. I gave them a sample and- and they," I wave my hand around.
"What? You mean they did it, today?" She inquired somewhat shocked.
I nod. "Yeah, I thought it would be okay? You know, get it over with."
The deep V between her brows tells me that I'm probably wrong, but I have to tell her something. "Edward." She says softly. "I really wanted to be there for that part." Her eyes are glassy.
I get up and kneel down in front of her. I take her hands in mine. "I'm sorry, T. They offered to do it today and I just thought it would be alright to go ahead and do it? You know, get the ball rolling, sorta?" I reach up and place my palm on her cheek. "Please, don't be mad at me. I was just excited."
She leans into my touch and sighs. "It's okay, I'm not mad." She leans forward and kisses me on the lips. "Are you still hungry?"
I stand up and pull her to her feet. "Not for food." I whisper against her lips.
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AN: This is the last one for tonight. Sorry… I'll seeya tomorrow.