He awoke to the doorbell.
With sleepy eyes and furrowed brows, he climbed carefully out of Braelynn's bed, so as not to disturb her. Glancing at the clock showed him that they had only been asleep for around twenty minutes.
"How can I hel - oh hi."
"Hey." She grinned, showing bright white teeth.
"Ummmm." It seemed around her, his ability to speak vanished.
"Billy told me a special little girl was ill today, so I brought chicken soup, cupcakes and some crackers." When Edward didn't reply, she rambled on almost nervously, "I can only assume that she hasn't really wanted to eat, so you could bribe her with the cupcakes."
"Bella, thank you." Very rarely was he ever on the end of receiving kindness.