Point of View

by Janaie42

We all have that one. That one person or that one thing that we obsess over a little bit each day. No? Well...Edward does. AH, strong language, and a little lemon zest. Drabble-ish fic.

41. Chapter 41

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I have to answer right?

Duh, Edward. What the fuck?

Right.

I clear my throat.

And then fix my towel.

Why?

I don't fucking know. Jesus, what am I even getting hard for?

"Hello?"

I hear her sigh. "Edward. Hi."

Edward.

Well that's a good fucking sign.

"Isabella." Clearing my throat of nothing once again. "How are you?"

"I'm good. Excited. Merry Christmas." I can hear the smile in her voice.

"Merry Christmas, Isabella."

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I laugh. "My mom is a pain in the ass, but it's fine. I try to remember I'm a 34 year old man."

"Trust me, I won't forget." She says with a...particular inflection.

Before we get there..."Isabella - "

"I do think you're crazy - "

I gum my lips. "My psychiatrist doesn't like that word."

" - but...it's not the end of the world. Was I a little creeped out? Yes. Do I have questions? Yes."