A/N: Thanks to the readers who spotted that I'd posted one chapter twice. It's fixed now, but you might have missed one thing: Rose's husband's name is Royce. Sorry about that.
I was surprised to find that there was a delicious smell coming from the kitchen when I got home. According to Edward, I was a complete control freak when it came to the kitchen, so I hadn't been happy when it had looked like a bomb had gone off there after his previous attempts at cooking.
But for once, his timing was perfect — planning a meal had totally slipped my mind tonight.
He was standing at the oven, stirring a pan diligently. Chicken breasts were sizzling in another one.
I giggled, seeing the stripy apron he was wearing. "What's all this?"