Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
It's so easy to languish in our bed in the mornings. The steady heat of Edward sleeping next to me is a solace to the soreness in my muscles from my tortuous lessons. There's always a smile on my face when I stretch in place and then get up to start the day.
He makes it all worth it.
Soon we'll have to wake up with purpose. Edward has to return to his duties at the beginning of next week and Carlisle plans to inform me of mine later today.
I brush my teeth, take a quick shower, and get dressed before heading down to make breakfast.
My frame has filled out from the exercise and ample food, mostly courtesy of Esme, and I've found great joy in exploring the kitchen and cooking with no limits. It's even sweeter when Edward scarfs it all down.
Chocolate chip muffins, quiche, bacon, and pancakes, I decide on for this morning. He'll have about half of it gone himself, claiming to be a growing boy of course, and I'm sure Carlisle and Esme will have quite an appetite when they get here.