107
Edward Cullen/Mom?
Bella's passed out on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket my mom tucked around her body.
My mom tucked Bella in.
MY MOM!
"I put your beans in the microwave. Wait until she wakes up before you open the bowl to make sure she isn't going to be sick again," Mom tells me.
I watch her pull her gloves on.
"What?" she asks.
"What the hell is going on?" I demand. "What's your goal in all of this?"
"Language." Her eyes soften. "The holidays have been lonely without you, Edward. I know it's my fault, and I'm sorry."
I take a step back.
There's no way this woman is my mother.
I've never heard Esme Cullen apologize for anything. Ever.
"Stop being so dramatic."
"Sue me for being shocked."
"I can see that Bella is important to you, and I want to try to get to know her before I make assumptions."
I nod.
"She's more than important. I love her."
"I know you do, sweetheart. Why else would I have helped your naked girlfriend brush her teeth?"