The Twilight Twenty-Five

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Prompt:Waffle
Main Character: Edward
Rating:M
Word Count:463

Unbetaed, so all mistakes are mine.

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The smell of his mother's homemade waffles roused Edward out of bed. He plopped down in a chair in the kitchen, and eagerly accepted a plate that was stacked high and covered in syrup. He noticed her watching him as he devoured his food.

Esme let her son get a few bites down. "You haven't been yourself lately, Edward. Want to talk about it?"

Immediately the waffles turned to cardboard in his mouth. He put his fork down and sighed. "Bella and I aren't talking."

"Ah. I thought it might have something to do with her."

Edward nodded glumly, shoveling some more waffles into his mouth. He chewed, swallowed and took another large bite, aware that his mother was waiting for him to elaborate.

"Yeah. She's talking about staying here and going to UDub. We made plans! We applied to the same schools, and agreed that we'd stay together. Now she's changing her mind. I love her, Mom. I don't want to spend years trying to make a long-distance relationship work, if she even wants that."

Edward pushed his plate away, his appetite completely gone now.

"You can be pretty intense, Edward. Did you ever think that maybe Bella just needs a little time to process things? She cares about you. You two have been best friends forever and going out for, what? Three years? Give her a little space. Support her, and try not to get upset while she figures out what she wants."

"But most of all, talk to her. Don't sit here and stew while Bella's probably sitting home just as miserable as you are." Esme ruffled her son's hair. If ever two people were destined to be together, Edward and Bella were it. Sometimes her stubborn son just needed a push in the right direction.

"Yeah..." Edward nodded, taking his plate back and once again digging in. "Yeah. I'm gonna go over there after breakfast."

No sooner were the words out than there was a knock at the door.

"Would you see who that is, Edward?" Esme turned her back so Edward wouldn't see her smile.

"Sure." Feeling a little better, Edward got up and went to the door. His eyes popped open in surprise when he saw who stood on the porch, a hopeful smile on her face.

"Bella, I—ˮ

"Edward, I'm sorry. Can we talk?"

"Yeah, of course." With a grin Edward took her hand in his and pulled her close. "I've missed you."

"Me too." She leaned up and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

Edward led her inside, and into the kitchen. Esme was nowhere to be seen, but there were two plates of freshly made waffles waiting for them on the table.