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Chapter 9 – What Happened When I'm Gone
We sang Love Story all the way back home. It was really fun. Carlisle's right. This way really could make me relax. We parked in front of the house, and I took a deep breath before going in.
Edward greeted us in front of the door. He looked kind of … guilty?
"Um, Carlisle, Emmett kind of broke another pot, and also the oven. Jasper had burned a cloth, but nothing else," he took a breath. "It's really messy in the kitchen,"
"Emmett broke the oven?" asked Carlisle, flabbergasted. "How on earth did that happened?"
"Well, he was going to bake something, and he turned it on full heat….."
"Did it explode too?" asked Carlisle, his face very white.
I laughed, and Edward looked injured. "No, but it kind of ruin the oven,"
"Yes, yes I've finished, Emmett!" yelled Jasper joyfully. I've never heard him so high before. "Now you need to pay me back a Ferrari sports car! The latest edition!"
I heard Emmett growled distinctively. I guess they have another bet while Carlisle and I were at McDonalds.
"Um Bella?" Edward turned to me. "Though what they've cooked is not extreme like the black pudding – sorry Carlisle, I totally meant no offence – but, um, kind of be prepared, okay?"
I was scared all over again. What could Edward meant?
"Don't come in yet, Bella!" yelled Emmett from the kitchen. "Hold on for a minute. Yes! Yes! Look, Jazz, I TOLD you it'd work!"
"It's burned, idiot! Humans don't eat burned food!" retorted Jasper.
Edward sighed. He looked really stressed. Maybe he needs a time out in his car, too. He yelled back to the kitchen,
"You guys! Finish up and clean up! Emmett, please, you have ruined your sixteenth pizza already!"
Pizza? I breathed a sigh of relieve. I can handle pizza.
There was a loud bang, and a minor explosion.
"Oh, my god! Emmett! Don't you sabotage my dinner for Bella!" Jasper screamed.
Perhaps not. I thought grimly as I walked to the couch and sit down. Edward sat down next to me while Carlisle walked into the kitchen.
"Edward," I whispered quietly. "Is it really, really bad?"
Edward looked at me remorsefully. "I don't know, love. I really don't know."
I can't really blame him. He hasn't eaten a human food for a century.
After twenty more minutes of agonizing waiting, also with a lot of crash, bang and oops combining with curses from Emmett, my new chefs walked out of the kitchen, both wearing tall chef hats, vests, and aprons, bowed and said,
"Dinner is served, ma'am,"
I have no choice but to walk into the kitchen.
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