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Here is my latest chapter I hope you like it and I hope you can review please!


Previously:

A couple hours later I was fully awake and replenished, with Edwards arms wrapped around me and the sun shining through the window. We were in our room where we're supposed to be. I went down stairs to fix a couple sandwiches for when he woke up. I riffled through the fridge and pan tree and ended up making roast beef, Munster cheese, and Mayo with mustard sandwiches. I headed upstairs and shook Edward awake and handed him a plate with his sandwich on it.

"Afternoon sleepy head."

"Hey, this for me?" He asked

"Yup eat up." I ordered. "So are you going to work today?"

"No, I decided to take the day off to teach you how to horse ride." He explained.

A change of clothes and a pep talk later I was on top of a giant horse being instructed on how to control it using the rains.

"Okay I think you're ready to go on a trail."

"Wha- No I'm not."I panicked.

It was at sunset when we reached the top of the mountain wild horses ran across the open fields of land. Trees spread as far as the eye can see. I was surrounded by nature and loving every moment of it. I turned my head towards Edward. He looked so at home, truly happy, this is where he belonged taking care of his families land. Passing it down from generation to generation teaching his sons and daughters how to grow things and take care of the land like his father and father before him. He was a cowboy in every since of the word, he was one with nature and believed there was no other place to call home than here. And I finally understood it you don't get to see these things in the city and you don't get to feel like this anywhere else, I felt at home, like I finally found the place I belonged. Here in Wyoming with Edward Anthony Cullen, My husband.

After we got home from our ride we put the horses in their pins, and fed, and watered them. By the time we made it in the house it was too late to cook dinner so Edward decided we should go down to the Blue Bell Diner and grab something to eat. I dressed into a pair of blue skinny jeans, flip-flops, and an old flannel shirt I wore on Halloween last year when I dressed up as Daisy Duke from the Dukes of Hazard. But since it showed my belly I wore a tank top underneath it. When I got down stairs Edward was dressed and ready to head out. When he looked up from the ground he bursted out laughing and it wasn't a ha ha toilet paper is stuck to you shoe, it was a holding your sides because you can't breath laugh.

"What?" I asked beginning to feel embarrassed and uncomfortable.

"Yo-You look…like a-"The look on my face stopped him from finishing his sentence.

"What? I look like what Edward? A city girl trying to dress normal when she has no normal country clothes? And all she owns is city clothes and she can't wear those or she'll get looked at weird." I raved.

I had, had it with the teasing. I was putting my foot down, it was time to grow some lady balls and stand up for myself. Edward sobered up quick after my rant.

"You're right we'll go tomorrow and get you some new clothes that you can wear here."

"Good"

"Where did ya get that shirt anyway?"

"I was Daisy Duke for Halloween last year." I explained as a shit eating grin spread across his face.

"Is that right?"

I rolled my eyes and walked into the garage grabbing the keys and hopped in the passenger seat putting the keys in the ignition and cranking it. Edward finally emerged from the house a couple minutes later in a similar plaid shirt and jeans accompanied by his signature boots and hat. It was about a half hour drive into town when we pulled up to a small blue building with white shudders and a huge porch. Edward led me up the stairs and opened the door for me. The sound of a bell being rung resenated through the resturaunt. By the opening where food was released was a medium sized blue bell. It looked to be from the early 1800's with a chip at the bottom. It had a homey feel to it and the smell of fresh bread wafted from the kitchen.

"What smells so good" I asked.

"That's the smell of grandma Betty's homemade bread puddin' she cooks it every day early in the mornin'."He explained.

It was then I noticed an old women in her early 70's sitting at one of the booths surrounded by a group of people, I presumed this was grandma Betty. She was thin and silver hair covered her head, a pair of thin silver glasses was perched at the end of her long she had deep grey eyes and rose colored cheeks. A scowl covered her face after one of the gentleman commented on something.

"Common' grama' Betty what makes your puddin' so good?"A young girl around the age of twelve asked.

"That sweetheart is an old family recipe that will be passed down through my family for many years to come and only my family will ever know." She stated glaring back at the young man.

"Hey Grama' Betty what yawl jabberin' 'bout?" Edward asked.

"Oh Edward, my boy how have you been? Stayin' way from them bulls I hope." She asked.

"Sorry ma'am but you know I can't do that it's just too fun scarin' ya'." He joked.

"Grama' Betty I want ya to meet my wife Isabella"

"Well what a lovely name for a lovely young lady" She smiled reaching out for a hug.

"It's nice to meet you Grandma Betty, so I hear you have the best bread pudding ever. Is that true?" I smiled.

"Why yes it is."

"Well then I guess I have to try it now don't i?"

"Why of course."She insisted. "Edward you go find yourselves a table and Brooke will take your order."

Edward led me to the corner booth that was covered by a white table cloth with blue lace trim and daisy's sat in the center in a blue crystal vase. The small place was quaint and charming the atmosphere was warm and welcoming and I couldn't be happier to be here. Edward pulled out my chair and I sat down. The waitress came over to take our order she was about 6' tall with blonde hair and blue eyes she was the picture perfect American girl you expected to be on a U.S.A. post card.

"Hello yall my name is Brooke and I'm gonna' survey a tonight. What can I get yuh?" She had a bubbly personality.

"I'll have a beer and what would you like" He asked me.

"I'll have a glass of your santagreia."

"Okay let me go get yuh that and here's your menus."

When scanning over the menu it became clear to me the theme was southern comfort food. I decided on chicken fried steak with sausage gravy and Edward got a steak with parsley potatoes. It was only about five minutes before someone walked up and guess who it was…here I'll give you a hint she has red hair and I think she might be the antichrist.

"Hey Eddie I missed you-"


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Hope you liked it please review I really need it I only have two and I want to reach my

goal of 15!PLEASE!