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Italicized means Bella's thoughts and those she can hear

Italicized bold means Edward can hear it also (wont be bolded unless Edward hears it!)

Chapter four

Letting the light in

Once again the light leaking into my room brought me back to reality, I had managed to sleep well once Jasper carried me to bed. It was odd to be touched so often and yet I revelled in it, before now it felt uncomfortable to be touch by people. I slowly stretched out under the soft covers, a girl could get used to this.

"Good morning Bella." Esme said opening my door quietly, she sat on the edge of my bed and looked down at me. "I think you really ought to eat today." She said a smile on her lips, I smiled back. I had missed every meal yesterday.

"That might be a plan." I said as my stomach rumbled making me grin and Esme giggle. It was a lovely sound. "Apparently my stomach approves!" I said getting up. I was dressed still having had no energy to change before bed; thankfully my cloths had been comfy enough. Esme helped me untangle myself from the sheets and we headed down stairs.

Good morning Bella some of my family greeted as the lounged on the sofa's in the front room.

"Morning Mary, Alastor, John." I replied as I passed the room, Esme's head turned to look but she only saw an empty room. I smiled at her and continued to the kitchen.

"That is going to take a little getting used to." She commented lightly as she went to the fridge. I smiled it was nice to be so open to my family instead of having to be subtle.

"Yup. But at least you don't get double images." I said as I looked for something suitable to break the long unintentional fast. "It's hard not to react when someone sitting on them." I said making a face at the thought, she laughed at the image in her head. "What to eat? Oh what to eat?" I pondered allowed.

"I thought I could make you something?" Esme said making it a question my eyebrows went up.

"If you want to, but I was under the impression that human food didn't smell good to you!" I replied a little surprised by her offer. Most of the human foster parents I had told me to fend for myself after I turned eight.

"I would like to try." She replied, looking for something to make. "Though I have no idea what you would like." She commented staring into the fridge, I walked over to her and decided that we could make something together.

"I like to cook, so how about I teach you?" I asked and her eyes lit up and smiled. "Hmmm... what shall we make?... It needs to be fast or my stomach will eat me!" I said talking to no one really.

"How about eggs?" Esme suggested, quick and as complicated as I wanted. I nodded.

"Sounds perfect!" I said grabbing the eggs and I hunted for some mushrooms, peppers, salsa and sour cream. "Great you have everything!" I beamed at Esme and she smiled back clearly happy to have what I wanted. "Okay we need a chopping knife, a pan, a small sharp edged dish, and oil for the pan." I listed what we needed and it appeared in front of me. "Okay that is really cool. Oh! We also need a cutting board." And sure enough as soon as I said it appeared. I smiled at Esme who looked back ready to learn.

"Okay, have you ever cracked an egg before?" I asked getting organized, and Esme looked a little hesitantly at me. "As a human right?" I asked and she nodded at me. "Well then you know the motion of a sharp tap on a sharp edge will crack it and then you pull... well that's how I do it." I said as I cracked an egg and pulled it apart over the bowl.

"How do you do that?" Emmet asked from the other side of the counter staring at the bowl. "I mean with no shells, those things break so easy." He said a little embarrassed but no less impressed. I noticed that most of the Cullen's had come to watch us cook. Each one held a slightly awed expression at how I cracked an egg. I blushed at the attention and shrugged.

"It's all about pressure, the first time I..." my eyes went wide as Esme obliterated the egg she was trying to crack.

"Oh dear!" she mumbled, it was a little shocking to see Esme covered in egg looking very embarrassed. It didn't help that they all started laughing; I did my best to resist the urge and finished my statement.

"That happened only I was six and it went all over the floor and counter." I said looking at Esme, who seemed a little relieved that this seemed to be a normal first experience. "I don't think one of you could do any better on your first try." I said killing the laughter in the air. But they had no right to laugh if she didn't. Emmet and Jasper seemed to want to make a bet out of this.

"I think I'll leave the eggs to you dear." She said looking a little intimidated, I shook my head.

"Nope. Try again this time don't try to push, pull." I said handing her another egg. I raised my eyebrow at her. She took the egg though much more hesitantly. She gently tapped the egg to the lip of the bowl and it didn't crack at all. I held her hands as I repeated the action this time the egg crack. Her fingers readjusted to try and pull and the egg plopped into the dish perfectly. "See second try and not one egg shell went in. Marvellous!" I complimented her, the first time always made things look harder then they were. She smiled at me and pulled out another egg and repeated the steps perfectly.

"Well you certainly are a good teacher!" Esme said giving me a hug, I smiled back at her and shook my head.

"Nope, you're a bright pupil." I replied and gave her a soft bow. I grabbed the knife and the green pepper and began to cut it up for the scrambled eggs. Esme took the other one and halved it and then quartered it like I had. She finished much quicker then I did, and much more evenly cut. Oh well vampire's are faster with keener senses. The mushrooms were next; I grabbed a few and handed them to Esme. "I like them cut thinly but not see through, I'll prep the pan." Said turning to oil the pan and turn on the stove. It took no more then two seconds but as I knew she would be she had finished. They were perfect. "Marvellous, I always cut them too chunky and then have to cook them forever. Okay mushies first into the pan." I said grabbing a handful of them and tossing them in, Esme brought the rest and placed them in. The stove was gas and I began to drool.

"Dang, I think I'm in love with your stove!" I said happily, she beamed at me. "Then peppers..." she put it in, "and now whisk the eggs with a fork and then pour them into the pan." I finished, Esme looked at me blankly the fork in her hand. "Just mix the two parts together." I clarified realising she hadn't understood me. She poured them in the pan a second later. A minute or two later they were done. "Can you hand me a plate before..." a plate was in my hand before I could finish, "thanks." I said dumping the eggs on the plate and putting the very hot pan in the sink to cool before cleaning it. I grabbed the sour crème and salsa and sat at the counter. A fork and a spoon appear on the counter top. "Thanks I always forget utensils." I said before adding sour crème and salsa to the plate and digging in. "Perfect" I mumbled my mouth full.

Once I finished eating I realised that Esme had already cleaned up the kitchen. "I could have helped clean up." I said grabbing my plate and heading to the sink.

"Nonsense." She said taking them from me, I wanted to help but let her take them knowing I would never win.

"Aren't you guys' glad that you got me? And so don't have to eat human food?" I said completely stuffed with eggs. They all nodded at this and I giggled. "I am going to burst if I have to eat all of your portions, or try to find single serving sizes for cooking." I said sitting down again. Jasper and Emmet entered the kitchen and took out the eggs. I shook my head; no way was I staying to get covered in egg. Not when I had already eaten. "And that's my clue to run for the hills..." I said as most of my invisible family filed into the kitchen wanting to see the results. "You wont get covered in eggs, hence my corporeal butt leaving!" I replied to questioning looks. I heard the crack but missed the mess, perfect.

"Crap!" shouted Emmet in his obvious failure, shortly after I heard Emmet's booming laugh and knew that neither had succeeded. I was heading to my room to change with Lenora following behind suggesting outfits. It was a nice morning all egg-ploding included. I can only imagine the mess those two would leave behind, those poor defenceless eggs! I commented silently and heard the musical laughter of Edward mixed in with the rest. As I changed into non-egg covered clothing I felt completely at peace. I had found my home; nothing was going to take that from me.

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I know fluff but after all the high emotions it seemed a nice break! Inspired by IsabellaDangelo's story Cakewalk truly a great piece!