We spent the rest of the day watching some movies and a weird sitcom that was on the television.
I was too tired to do much else. If anyone else had a problem with it, I didn't know about it or care for that matter.
I'm usually very welcoming when it comes to people in my home, but due to the week I had had, and my ribs still healing I was nothing but a couch potato, if I am being honest.
Come Sunday morning, I was feeling better, almost completely like myself.
"Do you want to go out for breakfast?" He asks, as we laid on the bed, watching A Nightmare Before Christmas.
"Mmm...do I have to change?" I ask, attempting to move but wincing when there was a twinge in my ribs.
He laughs, shaking his head amused. "No, beautiful, you can stay in your sweats and t shirt. I don't mind. I'll even go like this if you wish." He offers, gesturing to his gray sweats and muscle shirt.
"Put on a shirt. " I mutter, pouting.
Those muscles are now my property. No one else can see them.
He chuckles nodding before he pulls a baby blue shirt over his head. Officially covering some of his tattoos.
"Are you planning on putting on a bra?" He asks.
I shrug, mussing Roofy's head.
"Bella." He says, sighing.
"Your loss." I say as I pull one on quickly after I sit down before standing up.
"Where do you want to go?" He asks.
"Let's see...there's a Denny's two miles away. A Richie's Diner, about half a mile out, and if you want something else there's Olivia's Bar & Grill, that is about five minutes away." I list, thinking of the food.
"Which has the best pancakes?" He asks.
"Hmm… well if you really want good pancakes Richie's has pretty good ones. They put vanilla in theirs." I say, stepping into my slip ons.
"Let's go then." He says.
"Let's." I say, as I pull up my hair into a high ponytail.
Putting Clementine and Roofy in their playpen as we head through the kitchen.
We were just headed out the front door when we hear someone following us.
"Where two ya headed?" Alice asks.
"Out." Edward mumbles annoyed.
"Don't be mean." I say, smacking his bicep. "We're headed out for breakfast, and a quick stop at the target. We'll be back later." I say smiling.
"Oh ok." She says.
"Keep Cujo away from my babies, Alice. I'm serious, if something happens to them, any of them, it'll be the last time you can bring her here. " I say.
"Oh, Bella. The last three times were accidental." She says.
"Whatever. If your fucking dog bites Pinky, injures Roofy, or even looks at Clementine. I'll kick your ass. I don't even care if my cousin gets mad. Do you understand?" I asked, ignoring her shocked expression.
"Calm down, Bells." Jasper says, appearing suddenly.
"I am calm." I reply giving him dry smile. "Keep Cujo in the room your staying in, if not your ass can go back to your apartment. I mean it, Jasper. I'll kick your ass too." I promised.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't worry, Maisie is in her crate again." He says, nonchalantly.
"She better be." I threatened, as I make my way towards my car.
Once inside Edward barely had time to close the door, before I threw the car in reverse.
It was quiet on the way to Richie's, when we do get there, we both quickly exit the car and meet at the front before walking into the restaurant, hand in hand.
"What's wrong, beautiful?" He asks, after we sit in a booth.
"Nothing, I'm just tired." I say, scanning the menu.
"Welcome to Richie's Diner. What can I get ya kids today?" An elder waitress asks.
"Ummm.. I'll have an orange juice and a fruit punch." I say, looking at the menu.
"Got it, doll. What about you, handsome?" She asks, turning towards Edward.
"I'll have a coffee, please." He replies, giving her a tentative smile.
"I'll be right back with those." She says, quickly walking towards the back.
"Two juices?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well yeah. The orange juice will really wake me up and the fruit punch is to go with the food." I explain, shrugging.
When the lady comes back with our drinks, she takes our orders and retrieves back into the kitchen.
When I finish drinking my orange juice, I end up having to go to the bathroom twice before our food comes.
I ordered a double bacon cheeseburger with a plateful of cheese fries.
Edward ordered something called a breakfast platter. It comes with a plate of pancakes, another plate of eggs, hash brown potatoes, bacon and sausage.
The meal is quiet, only the clinking of silverware and occasional chewing noises are passed in between.
We're on our way back home when I realized it was now after twelve.
"Edward, when exactly is your flight back home?" I ask, as I drive onto the dirt path.
"Around three." He mutters looking out the windows.
"It's almost twelve." I mutter, sadly.
"I know. Don't worry, we'll make it work. I promise." He says, grabbing my hand and giving it a small squeeze.
"I know. I'm just going to miss you." I sigh, as I turn off the car.
Emmett is waiting on the porch, pacing anxiously.
"Something is wrong." I say, looking towards Edward.
He nods, as we both unbuckle and get out, rushing towards the porch to see what happened.