AN: ok so I know this is WAY later than I thought it would be, but at least I kept up with it the story right?? I'm leaving you all with this, because it is at least something! Anyways I hope you all enjoy, I tried to add some humor.
Disclaimer: If I was Stephenie Meyer I would not be me, and since I am me, I am obviously not Stephenie. So since I am not Stephenie, nothing belongs to me, although I do like to imagine that Edward is mine. But he, like everyone else from this story is sadly Stephenie's characters, who as I have already established is not me. (Did anyone understand that??!!) :D
Chapter 15, Part 2:
I kept my gaze focused on my daughter's face, resisting the urge to glance at Edward's expression.
"Yes, of course we would like to hear what happened last night, sweetie." I said earnestly, keeping my eyes safely averted from Edward's. She took a deep breath as though steeling herself to explain, dropping her eyes down to stare at her plate of eggs. She scooped up a steaming forkful, and placed it carefully in her mouth, chewing slowly, fighting a grin the entire time. I rolled my eyes; she was dragging this out on purpose, simply to prolong our suspense. Unable to resist the powerful urge, I sneaked a glance at Edward's murderous expression. I cleared my throat noisily, and of course unnecessarily.
"Umm, Renesme, darling, I don't think Daddy was kidding about grounding you." I explained in a timid voice, fighting laughter the entire time. I clamped my mouth shut against the bell like giggles. Renesme looked up then, her triumphant expression disappearing immediately as she took in Edward's livid expression. He held up three fingers threateningly.
"Okay, okay! I'll talk!" she said, slightly exasperated. "Yeesh what an overreaction."
Edward lowered one finger. She sighed once and then started her story. Which I figured was wise of her, assuming that she did want to see something other than the school and the interior of her room for the next while.
"Okay, so that Scott kid showed up with a couple of kegs," she explained tiredly, looking up to make sure Edward had stopped his countdown. Edward raised a questioning eyebrow, but besides that said nothing.
"Like a keg of beer." She explained impatiently.
"I do know what a keg is." Edward said, his lips twitching as he too fought a smile. "Please continue."
She sighed once, frustration flashed momentarily across her face. Her expression cleared suddenly, as she stretched her hand out to me, palm facing upward.
"Can I just show you instead?"
AN: Ok it's short, I know! Sorry…hey have any of you heard that apparently Robert Pattinson reads the Twilight Fanfiction??!!!