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Once Upon another Escape
19
"Ay, Ed, Bella nice of you to join us." Uncle Felix raised his half empty glass of beer.
Edward and I went toward the end of the table, where the highchair was for Masen. Thankfully my mother had ordered Edward and me a drink. I was dying of thirst. Everyone was conversing with one another about what to order, except four people were missing. I knew Esme and Carlisle would not be joining us tonight, but Alice and Uncle Marcus were also gone. I looked around the restaurant and spotted Alice and Uncle Marcus having a heated discussion by the looks of it. He was flailing his arms around as her eyes narrowed more.
"What's going on?" I asked Rose as I nudged my head toward Alice and my uncle.
She grimaced before shaking her head. "Apparently Alice and Jasper were found in a compromising position earlier."
"So? She is twenty-one."
"Yeah, well your uncle was not too happy about it." She sighed.
"Of course he isn't. Only if it is about Edward and me." I rolled my eyes.
Edward and I looked over the menu while others joined in the conversation. I had grabbed a banana and put little pieces on Masen's plate.
When Alice and Uncle Marcus finally joined us at the table, the waiter was ready to take our orders. Edward requested that Masen's food come out earlier because our boy wasn't as patient as the rest of us.
Uncle Marcus was unusually quiet, and while I wanted to make a sex joke about Alice and Jasper as payback, I didn't want to add fuel to the fire.
Everybody seemed to be talking about different things: Edward, Masen, and I were in our own little world; Rose and Emmett were talking with Alice and Jasper about softball; my mom and Charlie were talking to Aunt Gianna and Uncle Marcus; and the other children were at their own table talking about high school and college life.
Something felt off with everyone.
"Here are the chicken nuggets," the waiter said, placing the red basket in front of Masen.
"Thank you." I appreciated the fast service.
II I was so busy cutting Masen's chicken nuggets that I didn't realize the silence in the room until I heard a voice that always had sent chills up my spine.
"Hey, family, look who's here to join the party!"