Okay, I know the story hasn't really been going anywhere but now it's going to! Get ready for… more interesting stuff than before!
Chapter 12
BPOV
It was three weeks after that first run with Edward and now they became a daily part of my routine – and his. We both found it greatly stress relieving, just to be out there, so close to the fresh green colours and the sweet smelling foliage. I still hadn't gone back to school (one more week until that) so I spent most of my time pottering around the house and gardens, cooking and cleaning and lying in the sun. I'd taken to following Esme around a bit, for all of the Cullens and now enrolled in the local high school, and Carlisle was always at the hospital, working. She was a real mumsy person – incredibly fond of her children, loving to press their clothes and cook (yes, I was surprised too!) and was just so caring and kindhearted that I felt as if I were one of her own, not a cuckoo in her nest.
Now, I skipped down the stairs whistling merrily. I was wearing my favourite pair of denim overalls, that I'd long since cut off above the knees, over a plain white singlet. Being around Esme had also introduced me to gardening – which I had taken a liking to quite passionately. Now I had begun my own little veggie patch with peas, carrots, broccoli, pumpkins, tomatoes and potatoes. I pranced outside to see them. As I did so, I sung a little tune I'd learnt in kindergarten…
"Home grown tomatoes, home grown tomatoes,
What'd life be without home grown tomatoes?
There's only two things that money can't buy…"
"And that's true love and home grown tomatoes." I started and glanced up to see who had finished the song for me – Edward. I grinned as I squinted into the sun, wiping my hands on my jeans.
"Heya. What's up?" I asked. He offered his hand and I pulled myself up a little unsteadily.
"Not much really – though I'd skip today." He beamed and I returned his smile. "And you got a letter." He proffered a crisp white envelope to me which I took readily. I ran my finger under the flap that sealed the edges and flipped out the white slip of paper. I scanned the letter speedily, gasping as I reached the end and reading it again, absorbing every last word. Edward looked at me, concerned.
"What's wrong? Who's it from?" I swallowed and choked on the accumulation of gunk in my throat.
"I… I have a… a great aunt. She wants me to live with her – in England."
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