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That´s What Little Girls Are Made Of...
Chapter Ninety-One
BPOV
After the first of the year, Rose and Alice graciously volunteered to pack up Me-me and C.C.´s bedroom, while Em and Jasper took care of Carlisle´s home office and the hospital. Even though it was time, it still hit us like a ton of bricks. For days, Edward and I cried in each other´s arms. Packing up their things just made it so final. Everything was boxed and shipped to Chicago and stored in the Cullen family home.
Neither Edward, nor I, was strong enough to look through any of it at this point, and we didn´t want to make any rash decisions and give something away that one of us wanted to hold on to.
Next week, Edward and I were going to tackle Charlie´s place. I´d inherited the house, and Esme had helped me look after it when she was alive, but I hadn´t stepped foot in it since I´d lost her.
Thankfully, Sheriff Mark´s wife, Carolyn, was taking it upon herself to stop by and check on things every once and a while, as well as making sure that her older son, Gary kept up the lawn.
It was all too much.
The memories, the pain, the loss...
Forks no longer held anything good for me.
That´s why I had decided to put the house on the market and have my mother and father´s bodies moved to the Cullen family plot in Chicago. After graduation, I didn´t see myself ever coming back here.
Finally, after what felt like years of suffering, I was finally going to start the healing process. And as I stirred the pot of Esme´s famous marinara sauce recipe, I couldn´t help but hold out hope that our move to Chicago would bring with it new memories that I would cherish for the rest of my life; memories made with Edward.
Tonight, after dinner, I planned to come clean to him about Jacob. I just prayed that he would understand that I did what I had to do.
My stomach tightens as I hear him on the stairs.
I wonder what he would think if he knew that I knew what he had been up to. My pussy throbbed, and my cheeks flamed at the thought.
Oh Mr. Cullen, what are we going to do with you?
The possibilities were endless.
I was so caught up in my fantasies of Edward fucking me on the kitchen island that I was startled he approached me. After I reprimanded him playfully, he pulled me into a lingering hug and asked me about my day.
Always so eager to know what was going in my world, Edward made my otherwise boring life worth living.
This was us.
Every evening, sharing little tidbits of our days while when worked together to get dinner on the table.
I just hoped that once when moved back to Chicago things would still be the same. I know that I was planning to live on campus, but I still wanted to be able to have dinner a few nights a week, and spend my weekends with Edward.
Crossing my fingers, I silently prayed that Edward wouldn´t forget about me once he returned to his old life.
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