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Edward Cullen/future talk
Bella decides that we should do this on our own turf.
She steals my phone and sends a text inviting my parents over for brunch.
I wake up on Saturday to find her happily slaving away in the kitchen.
"How are you so cheerful about something that will probably end badly?" I wrap my arms around her and steal a sausage.
With my left hand.
Physical therapy is a bitch.
I make it my bitch.
"She's going to have to realize sooner or later that I'm not going anywhere." Bella shrugs. "I'd also like to stick it to her that I haven't drained your bank account in the eight months we've been together. She's missing out on your life, and that just won't do."
"Hmm."
She turns in my arms and points a spatula in my face.
"I'm going to smother our kids so much they'll be beating me off with a bat."
Time has changed Bella.
Now she talks about the future without a second thought.
"I can't wait." I squeeze her tight. "I mean. You know what I mean."