BPOV

"Bella? Is everything okay?" Mr Cullen asked with a surprise.

"I mean... I brought a breakfast... I mean, didn't Riley tell you anything?" I stutter. "He said he wanted to try my pan cakes and he said that we should have a breakfast together. He said that he'd talk to you. I'm sorry... I should had confirmed it with you before coming here... I'm so..."

"Bella... Just relax." he smiled, "May be he forgot to tell me, but for sure, we can have a breakfast together."

And the breakfast was fun. We all chattered, laughed and joked. Probably for the first time in a long, I had seen a genuine smile on Mr Cullen's face. Smile suits him. May be he should try it often.

Riley was in a great spirit, too. He lead the conversation all the time.

And me? I didn't know what the hell was wrong with me, but I felt like my heart was filled with a little sadness. This was kind of life I wanted for me. Me, my husband and my kid- having this kind of breakfast everyday.

"Bella? Bella? Where have you lost?" Mr Cullen's voice startled me.

"Yes, Mr Cullen?"

"Umm... Edward." he said.

"What?"

"You should call me Edward." he smiled.