Okay, everyone here is Chapter 17. Tyara you know your warning : ) Here's what happens this Thanksgiving with the Cullen family…ENJOY!!!
Disclaimer: I don't claim to be Stephenie Meyers nor any of her works.
Chapter Seventeen
Thanksgiving
"Are you sure you don't want to celebrate Thanksgiving with your mom?" Edward asked me for the one hundredth time the day before Thanksgiving.
"For the love of god, Edward," I said, throwing my head back in a groan. "For the last time, my mother is going to be out of town with Phil with his family."
"This has something to do with our engagement isn't it?"
I turned my head to look at him while Elizabeth wiggled on the changing table, one foot in her mouth now. Edward was changing into his scrubs for work, his lab coat thrown over his briefcase.
"Renee doesn't approve of me marrying, yes, but it doesn't matter what my mother thinks. I will marry you Edward." I turned back to Elizabeth, smiling. "You silly girl, what's your foot doing in your mouth?" I tickled her in the tummy and her foot came out of her mouth as she wiggled with a smile on her face. "And why are you so…persist about where me and Elizabeth having Thanksgiving?"
I looked at Edward from the corner of my eye. He was shrugging into his lap coat. "Because Thanksgiving and Christmas is the time to spend with family and they way it is you're spending Christmas here with us."
"That's because our wedding is less than a week from Christmas," I pointed out before I blew a raspberry against Elizabeth's tummy.
"I know," Edward said, looking down at Elizabeth with a smile. "But I feel bad that you're away from your family on this holiday."
I smiled up at him and held Elizabeth's legs up to slip a dipper under her bottom. "Charlie will be here for Thanksgiving," I reminded him. "You and I both know he can't cook a thing."
"I better get going," Edward said, looking down at his watch. "I'm surprise Carlisle hasn't stormed into the room saying we're going to be late."
I finished changing Elizabeth's dipper and snapped her little dress closed.
"You're lucky the hospital is giving you the holiday off," I said, picking Elizabeth up. Elizabeth right away when to drool on my shirt, taking a fist of it onto her mouth. I leaned up for a kiss. "Now get going before you're late."
Edward kissed me once, twice and the kissed the top of Elizabeth's head.
"What will you being doing today?" he asked me, picking up his briefcase.
"Shopping for tomorrow dinner," I said, rolling my eyes.
Edward laughed.
"I seriously believed we bought the entire store," I muttered, carrying the last bag of food into the kitchen.
Elizabeth was chewing on her rag doll while Angelina was in her play pin, standing up by using the edge of the pin.
"We didn't buy the entire store," Esme said, digging into the plastic bag and took out carrots.
"Oh hush it, Bella," Alice said, smacking me playfully in the arm. "You know we buy more than this when we go to the mall."
I groaned remembering the one time Alice and Rosalie took us to the Mall. Elizabeth was just a month old and I refused to let her out of my sight when only Esme and Jasper were at home and not in the room. So I took Elizabeth with me, carrying her in her car seat. It got every heavy as we walked around so it limited the places to shop. But everyone stopped us and congratulated me and said how cute Elizabeth was. And Elizabeth just looked up at them, trying to figure out who the people where. In the end, Alice bought twelve huge bags full of clothes for her, Rosalie, me, Angelina, and Elizabeth and a few with baby toys for Elizabeth and Angelina.
"May I ask why two Turkeys?" I said, watching Jasper take out one turkey while Esme took out another.
Rosalie sighed and mixed herself a protein shake. "Emmett wants to roast one," she said, shaking the container she place the milk and powder into. "I think he has totally lost it when he got beaten by those children on Halloween."
I had to smile at remembering that. Emmett had a few bruises that lasted a few weeks.
"I have a funny feeling something is going to go totally wrong tomorrow," I said, leaning onto the island in the middle of the kitchen.
Every woman was in the kitchen except Elizabeth, Angelina, and me. The guys were outside in the cold to help Emmett get the Turkey to start roasting. Charlie couldn't make it, something about working late. I keep the babies inside, Elizabeth in the swing and Angelina in the play pin, while I cracked open one of the windows that over looked the back yard.
"You know that turkey will never toast in this weather," I said, through the small opening, the cold sending shivers through my body.
"What are you doing opening the window?" Edward asked, spotting me.
"Talking to you, silly," I said, noting his frown.
"You know that there is a walkie-talkie on the coffee table," Edward said, pointing at the table, "so that you ladies didn't need to come out here."
"Oh," I said, closing the window the last thing I heard was Edward's laugh.
I picked up the walkie-talkie of the coffee table while Angelina squealed and waved one of her toys into the air. I turned to see Edward wiggling the other walkie-talkie and held it up to his mouth.
"I see Elizabeth's asleep," Edward said, his voice coming over the walkie-talkie.
I sat down in one of the couches in the room and noted Elizabeth was asleep in her swing. Smiling, I said into the walkie-talkie, "She had a busy day this morning, watching the Thanksgiving Parade."
Edward's laugh came over the walkie-talkie followed after with "Damn it Emmett, why are we doing this when Esme is cooking one inside?"
I heard Emmett mutter over the walkie-talkie but I repeated with a smile, "You know that the turkey will never roast in that weather outside."
Edward muttered, "I'm starting to think that. Carlisle is even grumbling that he's about to go inside."
The guys outside of Emmett did come in half-an-hour later, freezing, while Emmett remained outside. I felt bad for him and decided to put on my parka and thick jeans again.
"How's it coming?" I asked Emmett.
His face remained emotionless as he just stared at the still raw turkey.
"How does it look like its coming?" he said with his voice flat as he stared at the slowly rotating turkey.
I felt bad for him and decided to sit beside him.
"This was a bad idea," he whispered.
"It wasn't a bad idea just…difficult," I said, placing one hand onto his shoulder. "It isn't as easy as Boston Market makes it."
Suddenly his eyes lit up. "That's it," he said, snapping his fingers.
"What's it?" I asked, blinking.
"Nothing, nothing," Emmett said. "Why don't you go back in? Edward will get upset if he sees you out here."
"Okay," I said slowly, standing. "Dinner should be ready in a few hours, okay?"
"Yeah," Emmett said, staring at his turkey.
I sighed and walked back inside. Hopefully Emmett's turkey is finished by the time dinner was ready.
Dinner was ready at five o'clock that afternoon. The dinning room was set in Esme's china with her crystal glasses…except two places one of which was blank and the other had plastic child dishes. Esme placed numerous dishes among the table from mash potatoes, salad with four types of dressings near it, green beans, green bean casserole (A/N: I never had it before, is it good?), scallop potatoes, garlic bread, dressing, gravy, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie, apple pie, peach pie (A/N: Peach pie, lol, sorry peaches are my families weakness—no lie), a small bowl of Jell-O for Angelina, and turkey—of course—but that remained in the kitchen till everyone sat down.
I sat down at one of the chairs, feeding Elizabeth from a bottle, in hope she would go to sleep in the crib that we brought down to the living room with a baby monitor. Angelina was playing with alphabet blocks all over the floor. Everyone, except Esme, was standing around chatting nonchalant till finally Esme came out of the kitchen and said, "Everyone let's sit down."
Everyone took a seat while I finished burping Elizabeth. Carlisle gave Esme a kiss before taking his place at the end of the table with Esme at his side.
"Another year to be thankful for," he said, smiling. "As a Cullen tradition, we all will go around and say what we're thankful for. I'll start so those—" he looked at me with a smile "—can have an example."
Carlisle cleared his throat as Esme placed one hand on his shoulder.
"I am thankful that everyone is healthy today and that in a month I will have another daughter."
I felt tears gather in my eyes as I saw Carlisle turned his head up to Esme.
"I am thankful for love, that everyone here at the table—" Angelina banged her bowl on her highchair table "—has found that special love of their life. Emmett?"
"I'm thankful that I haven't gotten smacked, whacked, pinched, hair pulled, etc. today."
"I'm thankful that Angelina has wrapper her daddy around her finger," Rosalie said, smirking slightly at Emmett. "Angelina, if she could talk, would be thankful for another baby to play with once Elizabeth is old enough that is." Rosalie smiled at me.
"I'm thankful for another sister," Alice said, smiling at me. "That finally Eddie—"
"Told you not to call me that," Edward said, smiling my favorite smile.
"Hush," I said.
"—finally found someone who loves him." Edward narrowed his eyes slightly at Alice but smiled none the last.
"I'm thankful that I didn't have to slave in the kitchen to make this," Jasper said which Alice responded with a playful smack.
"I'm thankful for a lovely soon-to-be wife," Edward said, taking hold of my hands that didn't hold sleeping Elizabeth, "and for a wonderful baby that I can call my daughter." Great there goes the waterworks.
Finally it was my turn.
"I'm thankful for every one of you," I said, looking down at Elizabeth. "And I am thankful for Elizabeth. Oh and Elizabeth is thankful for wonderful Aunties and Uncles that spoil her."
Everyone laughed.
"Let's say grace."
Everyone took the hand next to them, including Angelina who mimicked everyone else, except Carlisle had to place his hand on my shoulder instead of my hand. (A/N: I'm going to say the prayer we always say at dinner as the grace here)
"Bless us, O Lord, and these thy gifts, which we're about to receive, from thy bounty through Christ, our Lord, Amen."
Everyone looked up and released each other's hands.
"I'll be back with the turkey," Carlisle said, standing up.
"And I'll be back as soon as I put Elizabeth down," I said, standing as well.
I went into the living room and placed Elizabeth gently down. Brushing my fingers over Elizabeth's soft tuff of hair, I smiled and walked slowly back to the table. I was thankful for Elizabeth and thankful for the Cullen family.
I wasn't sure what happened but suddenly I heard "Carlisle, watch out for that Angelina's block!"
A yelp was shouted followed by "OH MY GOD, don't drop the—" There was a loud clash of something that sounds like metal "—turkey!"
I entered the dinning room to see Carlisle's face implanted into the bowl of Jell-O, a large metal decorative tray stick into the pumpkin pie, and the turkey on the floor by the door that led to the outside. I knew for a fact that the area around the door hadn't been clean when I walked by there when I put Elizabeth down.
"Carlisle, are you okay?" Esme said, rushing to Carlisle with a towel hanging from her hands.
"I'm fine," Carlisle said, whipping the Jell-O off his face.
"Lucky we bought a second turkey," Rosalie said, looking at the turkey that lay on the floor.
Everyone slowly turned to Emmett.
"Is the turkey even done?" Alice asked.
Emmet just smiled and walked outside, stepping over the turkey that laid on the floor. Esme sighed and dug out the tray from the pie. By the time Esme had the turkey onto the tray and back into the kitchen Emmett came in with a tray.
"Emmett," Jasper said, standing up, "what is that you're holding? Please tell me that isn't what I think it is."
Emmett smiled. "This is indeed the roasted turkey."
There on the tray was a golden roasted turkey. I was surprise myself to see the turkey. The last time I as it was when it was still raw and outside in the cold.
"I kept it warm by placing it in the warm grill."
Carlisle looked at the bird as it was placed in front of him.
"Go a head and carve it," Emmett said, smiling at me. "It's done."
And it was, completely done and surprisingly taste.
"This is wonderful, Emmett," Esme said, smiling at Emmett.
"Seems my husband knew what he was doing after all," Rosalie said, pinching Emmett's cheek.
I took a bite of the green beans and caught Emmett's eye. I was going to find out how he did it.
"Okay," I said, entering the upper floor while everyone was down stairs watching one of the football games…Washington Redskins VS the Dallas Cowboys I think. (A/N: lol, I know it's favoritism and all but Dallas normally plays the Redskins on Turkey Day and Forks IS in Washington so there : P ) "How did you do it?"
Emmett looked sheepishly at me and went over to one of his dresser drawers. Opening it, he took out a plastic bag and showed me.
"Oh my god," I said, looking at it. "Boston Market?"
"Yeah," Emmett said, nodding. "They turkey was never going to get cooked. So I dropped it at a look shelter in Port Angeles—I put the turkey into a cooler with ice of course—who gladly took it to cook for some of the homeless people there. And on my way back, I stopped at a Boston Market before it closed and picked up one of their largest turkeys there."
"Emmett, you are one sneaky bastard," I said, smirking at him.
"But a good looking sneaky bastard," he said.
I playfully punched him in the arm and said, "Let's go back down stairs and watch them Redskins beat the Cowboys!" (A/N: see wasn't favoritism… : ) but the Cowboys did win the game, LOL!)
If a man watches three football games in a row, he should be declared legally dead. — Erma Bombeck
Okay this IS my LONGEST chapter ever! 2,474 words, 7 pages, it is clearly the longest chapter ever—and that was without the pre-chapter info, the disclaimer, and this post-chapter. If you did it would be 2,612 words, 8 pages long. YEAH!
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