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Edward Cullen/so much for that
"I'm glad I can amuse you, Carlisle." Bella smirks.
Dad's sitting at the head of the table, clutching his stomach and wheezing.
I wrap my arm around my girl.
"I haven't seen him this laid back in ... well, ever, really."
"I tend to bring out the best in people," she states confidently.
Yeah, she does.
My mom stands up and starts gathering plates.
"I'll be back with dessert and coffee," she mutters.
Bella starts to stand up.
"Let me help."
"No. I'm sure I can manage just fine on my own."
Mom's smile is forced.
And here I thought we were past all this.
"Mom," I warn.
Bella squeezes my arm.
"I insist, Esme." She grabs our plates and heads for the kitchen without another word.
Mom scowls.
"Seriously?" I ask.
She just shakes her head and walks out of the room.
Dad's all serious now as he holds a finger up to his mouth.