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I found the wifi password for work so here is the latest chapter hope you enjoy!


Previously:

"They're not poisoned if that's what you think." I told him.

He glanced up at me then back at his greens he poked it with his fork again and looked back at me. I couldn't contain my huff of annoyance, what could possibly be wrong with the greens.

"It's not that I think you poisoned them it's just…I don't think I can trust a Yankee to cook southern greens." He explained.

I dropped my fork a hefty clank resonated through the walls and I stared at him he honestly didn't even want to try them. I watched as he took his fork and moved on to the stake I couldn't help but feel a little hurt was this how it was always going to be. Would he always think of me as "His wife the Yankee"? Why couldn't I just be Bella? I plucked my napkin from my lap and dropped it on the table and ran up the stairs. I heard him yell after me but I was too hurt to listen to his excuses I grabbed my laptop off our bed and went to a room across the house and locked it tight. Edward could wait till' the morning, when I could look him in the eye. I sat my laptop on the bed and went to the bathroom. I washed my face with water and looked into the mirror. All my life I looked for acceptance and to know I couldn't get that from my own husband hurt. Yes we had gotten married only a couple hours after we met but still he was my husband.

As I looked at my reflection I finally saw myself. The girl who wanted to be loved, the girl who wrote about happily ever after but never believed it would happen for her, the girl who was stupid enough to fall for a man she had nothing in common with. Tears started rolling down my face, I did my best to keep from letting the sobs rack through my body. After a couple hours I woke up on the bathroom floor the lights where still off and the house was silent. My stomach began to growl, I didn't get to eat much of my dinner. I pulled myself up and padded over to the door I pressed my ear agents it till I was sure he wasn't waiting outside. I unlocked the door and made my way to the kitchen…

I made my way over to the fridge and did my best to open the freezer as quietly as I could, earlier I had spotted some ice cream and that would really hit the spot right about now. When I looked around it was gone not behind the frozen peas or the corn. A throat was suddenly cleared behind me. I jumped about ten feet in the air and turned around. Edward was sitting at the island munching on my ice cream he took his spoon and slowly scooped some more up. All I could do was stand there and stare his eyes boring into mine, He suddenly stood up and walked up next to me still looking into my eyes as he opened the drawer next to my hip, pulled out a spoon and held it up in front of my face. He then slowly walked backwards before turning and sitting back in his seat pulling out the one next to him.

I sat down next to him remaining silent, some of it out of anger some out of hurt. I refused to look into his eyes once again and feel any guilt for keeping myself cooped up.

"I'm sorry" The words fell from his lips, his eyes downcast as he scooped up some more ice cream.

I slowly walked over to the counter resting my upper body on the counter to lean over and scoop up some ice cream for myself. I still hadn't replied not knowing what to say or if I should say anything at all.

"I didn't mean to hurt you feelings…I just…"He trailed off.

After a short pause collecting my thoughts and wrapping my head around this situation I was able to form a sentence.

"If you didn't mean to hurt my feelings why do you keep throwing it in my face that I am a Yankee and we have nothing really in common?" I coolly asked while getting more ice cream from the carton.

He let out a loud huff of frustration and dropped his spoon into the carton with force he stood up while simultaneously scooting his chair back at the same time.

"What do you want me to say? I've said I'm sorry what more could you want?"He yelled.

I grabbed the carton taking another spoon full without looking at him. I could tell he was breathing hard just by listening to the air enter and leave his lungs.

"I want a chance."I mumbled. "I want a chance to get to know the guy that for some crazy reason I married and I thought that even though yeah we met on Vegas you might actually try to be my husband since you were the one to invite me out here."I stated looking up into his eyes the dropping my spoon in the carton as well before walking to the room I previously vacated. When I looked at the clock it read 12:45 a.m.

It wasn't long before I heard the shuffle or feet outside the door but I could only look at the door. I know it was a bit dramatic of me to say all those things but I was tired of bottling up my emotions. I had done that with Alice holding in my opinion and smiling acting like I thought nothing was wrong. I shuffled through the drawers searching for something to change into that would be more comfortable to lounge around in. In one of the drawers I found an old college t-shirt it read "University of Wyoming" with a cowboy riding a bucking bronco. How appropriate I thought, I could still see Edwards shadow outside the door but I had no intensions on letting him in…at least not tonight. I sat on the bed and opened my laptop I opened my story file and began to write the words flew freely from my fingers with barley any interruption. I decided my characters needed a fight because I didn't want to fight with Edward but I still wanted to let out my anger and frustration.

I had made it through three chapters before four o'clock rolled around; I knew Edward would have to get up soon to work. And yet I still didn't wake him up because I'm a coward who didn't want to face him. Weather I liked it or not I had began to fall for Edward Cullen but I could help it if I didn't want my heart broken. I debated on whether or not I should help him and…I opened the door just a smidge to peek through and see if he was awake. He was leaned up agents the wall still snoring. I tip toed my way around him the sprinted down the stairs I quickly cooked some eggs and bacon the toasted some bread and put together two sandwiches I put them on some plates then headed up stairs I sat one next to Edwards sleeping form the stepped in my room before slamming the door as hard as I could to wake him up. I heard a scramble and then a thud before shuffling and a groaned. I sat on the bed and polished off my breakfast soon after I heard the unmistakable sound of boots on hard wood floor as Edward got up and headed off to work.

I continued to write until I passed out about three hour later, so far my characters had fought about him not knowing about the baby and how she was trying to let another man raise him child. I wondered whether I should make dinner then decided against it when I remembered I made breakfast and that the one time I did make dinner he didn't want to eat it because I was a Yankee. So you can make dinner Edward Cullen and you can like it too. I don't care if you a tired here is a taste of your own medicine. I wasn't awake for much longer before I passed out at about four o'clock…


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I hoped you liked it and this is me asking super nicley PLEASE REVIEW I need it to survive!

okay so i might be being dramatic but still please review.