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When we finally do reach the Colonel's place, MawMaw Marie is already waiting for us and get this...within the dining room with a table full of food. I almost groan but then I realize; fuck it, you don't waste Mawmaw Marie's cooking. Ever.
Besides it was almost an hour ago that we ate at Mickey D's. If we decline she'll start the passive aggressive compliments. The last time that happened was at my brother's wedding… and Rosalie ended in tears.
I know one thing. I don't decline food.
So, I'm a size nine, big fucking whoop. Not everyone is supposed to be a size zero, six foot two, and have an hourglass figure. So, I have size double d breasts, so my ass is fuller than most. My stomach is almost flat, and my thighs are thick, and rub when I walk sometimes. I love the way I feel about myself. Did I do that to myself? You bet your ass I did. I love to eat. I love food, and for the past three years food has loved me.
Back to the task at hand, MawMaw Marie's cooking.
"Oh, my little Baby Bells!" She squeals, as she makes her way around the table and towards me.
She quickly pulls me into a hug. Squeezing me so tightly she almost knocked the breath out of me.
"Marie, let the poor girl go before she turns blue." I hear the Colonel says.
"Quiet you." She snips back, smacking his arm, before pulling away from me, only to pull Rosalie into another anaconda squeeze.
"Fine, don't say I didn't warn you." He chanted, as he pulled off his jacket and scarf.
She ignores him pulling us all into the dining room. She's made French Toast, scrambled eggs, hash browns, sausages, bacons, and orange juice.
I realize the three of us are standing at the doorway, unmovingly.
"Well, are you not hungry, dears? I can make something else if you don't want this. I'm sure our neighbors will want this if you don't. " she says, sweetly.
"No, we'll eat." I say, walking over to the first seat I see and sit down right across Mawmaw.
Breakfast was uneventful, complete with unnecessary, uncomfortable small talk.
Now, Rosalie and I are packing all her crap into cardboard boxes. Labeling them properly.
"I'll be back I think Emmett is here." Rosalie says, smiling at me.
"M'kay." I say, pulling out my ipod and plugging the headphones into my ears.
I was just about to finish the fourth box, when the song Back to December by Taylor Swift, began playing. I slowly began to sing along with the song, word for word. I may not miss anyone like that but the song is catchy.
I looked to see what was left to pack. There were still too many thing out. Not including the furniture. Eight boxes my ass, there are enough boxes here to rent a Uhaul. One box is makeup, another is shoes-alone. Was she here just one year alone? She has more stuff than she came here with. Maybe Mawmaw and Colonel should keep some stuff for when we come and visit.
"So this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night
And I go back to December all the time
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine
I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right
I go back to December all the time."
I sang under my breath, all the while folding and place another box of unuseful trinkets.
A set of throats clearing cause me to jump and drop the bobble I held.
"That's quite the voice you have there." I hear, as I pulled off my headphones.
I clear my throat embarrassed as I realize Emmett brought an extra helper.
"Thanks. What are—" I begin before clearing my throat again, " What are you doing here?" I ask, trying to cool my flushed face.
"Oh, a buddy of mine wanted to switch shifts, so I'll be working Tuesday's night shift and he's working today." He shrugged.
"Sounds cool." I say, as I bend down to pick up the bobble from the ground, only to realize he was still behind me.
"Woah. Woah. Woah. What is going on, in here?" Emmett asks as he walks in with Rose and my grandparents.
"Fuck." I mutter, straightening up like I was electrocuted.
"Nothing, Emmett." Edward says, clearing his throat.
"Mawmaw, Old man. This is Edward Cullen and his meathead of a brother Emmett Cullen." I say, attempting to squash my embarrassment.
"Nice to meet you, Edwin, Waylon. I'm Steven C. Swan. " The old fart says, smirking at me.
I almost faced palm myself. So, this is where I got my sense of humor and attitude.
"Nice to meet you, sir. As Isabella said before my name is Edward Cullen and this is my older brother Emmett." Edward says, extending his hand out towards the old man.
"I understand you took both of my granddaughters out last night…?" He asks Edward.
"Ah...uh. Yes, we did. We went out to eat and then we took them back home." He stutters in response.
"Hmm. Is—" Colonel began.
"Alright, leave the kids alone, you old poop. Come on, it's time for your medication time." Mawmaw says, pulling the old man out of the room. Bless that woman.
We all stand there, staring at one another awkwardly.
"So, how has your day been so far?" Edward asks, as I turn back to finish packing the box I started.
"Oh..? Eh, it could have been better. I mean we're now stuck here until Saturday morning?" I say, wondering what my parents are doing so far.
"Really? Why is that?" He asks, as he picks up another bobble and shows it to me.
I nod in response before continuing, "Well, there's a situation going on back home. My dad thinks its best that we stay here. So, that's what we are doing. What about you? How's your day been so far?" I ask.
"Not as busy as yours has been, I can tell you that. " he says, sharing a smile with me.
Eventually the small talk dwindles and we each get back to work on the task at hand. It is half way through the day. My head is killing me and my stomach is trying to est it's way out of my abdomen.
"That's the last of it." I hear Rose say in relief.
"I thought you said, it was only going to be eight to ten boxes? How the fuck did ten turn to twenty-eight?" I ask her, annoyed.
"Well, I was here a year, Bella, what did you expect?" She says scathingly.
"A lot more, I'll tell you that." I quip back, as I walk out of the room.
"Hey paw, is the Uhaul ready?" I ask, smirking at him.
"Aw, damn it, so it was more than eighteen boxes?" He asks, pouting.
"Twenty eight." I answer smiling at him.
He nods, gesturing towards the front door.
"I win, old man. Where's my money?" I ask, extending my hand towards him.
"You little shit." He mutters as he pulls out his wallet.
"Are you two betting, again?" Mawmaw asks as she walks into the room.
"Damn it, Marie, I'm going to have to get you a damn bell to strap around your neck, you keep scaring everyone." He complains.
"If you'd turn up your hearing aid, you'd be able to hear me as soon as I opened the door." She quipped.
I snicker at their exchange, rolling my eyes at their banter.
"Hey, Mawmaw, would it be alright if Rose, our friends, and I go out for lunch?" I ask.
"Sure dear, your grandfather and I will make sure the movers are careful with your sister's things." She promised.
"Awesome. We'll be back later." I promise, kissing them both on the cheek and giving them a hug before making my way back towards the room.
"What exactly happened between Baby Bells, and Zack?" I hear Emmett ask.
"I'm not entirely sure…all I know is that Zack did something that caused all the males in my family to get angry." Rosalie mutters in response.
"Wait, so no one knows what happened between those two?" Edward asks surprised.
"Only five maybe eight people know, and one of them isn't me. My parents, my brothers, my grandparents, Bella, and Zack." She replies.
I shake my head disbelievingly, before walking in.
" You know, if there is something you'd like to know it's best for you to ask the person who has the correct information. Primary source. As a cop, you of all people should know that." I say, staring at all of them.
" I- W-we didn't mean to pry." Edward muttered apologetically.
"Yeah, we did." Emmett says, laughing unapologetically.
"Honesty. A characteristic so many people lack nowadays." I say, deadpanned.
"Look, we were talking and the subject came up." Rose explains.
"Good to know." I say, giving them a fake smile, "Now, since you were honest with me. I'll be honest with you. I don't know you two, therefore, I can't or don't know if I can trust you, until I do. I won't be discussing anything else about my private life or past. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm hungry, and rather than waiting around to decide what to eat, I'm going to go eat now. See y'all around." I say, as I grab my bag, coat, scarf and hat.