Are we tired of the fluff yet?
I toss the comforter in the dryer and start the washing machine again. Keeping up with the blanket washing has been a daily chore, but it's been worth it. Waking by the low-burning fire, with the tree twinkling nearby and Edward sleeping soundly beside me is a memory I'll treasure for the rest of my life.
As I close the lid and turn, I catch him just as he exits the bedroom after a shower. Yum. Even fully dressed he's a vision. I grab the basket of clean clothes and meet him in the living room.
"My turn." I hold the basket on my hip and tousle his damp hair. "Do we have a plan for the afternoon yet?"
He leans over and pecks my lips. "You shower and let me take care of the rest."
I shrug one shoulder, smiling. "Sounds good."
After putting away our clean clothes, I grab a fresh pair of leggings and an oversized sweater before disappearing into the bathroom. I take my time in the shower, trying to wash away the gloom that's clinging to me. I don't have Edward for much longer, and it makes me sad.
With that in mind, I finish my shower and hurry to join him in the living room. As soon as I come out of the bedroom, the smell of pasta greets me, and my eyes move to the kitchen. He places a pot on the table and waves me over.
I move toward him with hesitancy. This is the first time Edward has taken care of our eating alone, so I don't know what to expect. "It smells delicious," I say as I take a seat.
He returns from the oven with a small pan of garlic bread and sets it on the ceramic plate before pulling out the seat beside me. "I hope you're hungry."
"I'm famished," I say, licking my lips. "I didn't know you could cook anything besides breakfast."
"I can't." He chuckles, lifting the tongs. "Alfredo is my one dinner dish."
"If it tastes as good as it smells, then I'd say it's a keeper."
"Give it a go."
He heaps a serving onto my plate, and it ends up tasting divine. We make small talk while we eat, which is the norm, and when we're done, we move toward the living room. But before we make it to the sofa, Edward stops me.
"Wait right here," he says, turning and positioning me in an odd spot partway between the kitchen and living room. "I have something I want to try."
I stay where he left me, even though I have no idea what he's up to. He doesn't go into the bedroom like I assumed he would but across the room to the entertainment center instead. The TV is in the large opening, the games came from the bottom doors, but this time, it's the one on the right of the TV that he opens.
I can't see what he's doing, but it doesn't take long for him to turn to me smiling. He looks so damn pretty that I forget to check out what he was messing with and instead watch him as he saunters back my way, a lone hand outstretched.
Furrowing my brows, I still don't hesitate to take it. "What?"
"Shh," he murmurs, spinning me into his arms. "You'll see."
No sooner than the words leave his lips does music float through the room. The beat is catchy, and Edward starts leading me. I'm not the best dancer, but it doesn't matter. Just like with everything else, Edward makes me feel adequate in every way.
Tears burn the backs of my eyes, and I lay my head on his shoulder as he starts to hum along. As the lyrics begin, his beautiful voice joins them, and a smile like only he can bring curves my lips.
Oh the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
Since we've no place to go
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
Fun fact—this was the last chapter I wrote for this fic.
See you tomorrow :)