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Bella Swan/doubt creeps in
"My mom is wicked pissed that I didn't bring you with me," I tell Edward when I finally get a minute away from the Spanish Inquisition happening in the kitchen.
He sighs.
"I wish I would have come with you."
His sounds tired.
"What's wrong?"
"My mom is just being her overbearing self. We fought earlier, and I left."
I close my door and sit on the bed.
"What were you fighting about? Please don't say that it was me."
I take his silence as an answer.
"Edward, I'm not going to come between you and your family."
"Stop. I'm a grown man, and I can make my own decisions. She's just mad that I'm not crumbling under her thumb."
"But—"
"No buts."
We're quiet for a few minutes, just listening to each other breathing.
I have to ask the question that's been nagging at me.
"Why does she hate me so much?"
"She thinks you're after my money."
I'm confused now.
"What money?"