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Edward Cullen/epiphany
Mom declines, and Bella decides that right now is the time to follow Renee's advice.
She wraps her arms around my waist and gives me a good squeeze, kissing my chest before giving my mother an innocent smile.
I fucking love her.
Wait. What?
"Maybe next time." My girlfriend, who I apparently love now, shrugs.
My mother just hums non-committedly and asks me to walk her to the door.
The door that's literally two feet away from where she stands.
"Okay ..."
"What is she doing here? Answering your door in her underwear no less?" Mom whisper-yells.
"Well, she's my girlfriend, so she tends to hang out with me sometimes, and she was technically in my underwear," I explain slowly.
I can hear Bella snort from the coffee table and flip her the bird behind my back.
"After dinner," she calls.
Mom gives a huff.
"We're going to talk about this later."
"Bye, Mom." I close the door in her face because slamming it would be rude and turn to Bella. "You are in so much trouble."
"Promises, promises."