Dinner is… interesting.
Silent glances, questioning and heated, are passed around the table.
Mostly, they're between The Masen's and Edward… only some include me.
Edward, oh my Edward, his hand grips my thigh as he tries to calm himself to the point where he can eat.
The poor man hasn't eaten a think today… he's been fucking beside himself.
It's when dinner finishes that things really heat up.
"Edward son," Edward Masen says and I gape at him.
Son…? Did he just call my Edward son?
My inner mummy-bear is coming out, and that's a bad thing. I'm ugly when mummy-bear comes out to play.
Edward swallows and looks up at his stepfather, dead in the eyes. "Yes?"
His voice is hoarse, and I want to cry at what I know that means.
He's scared.
"A word," the rising eyebrow inclines that he can't get out of it.
"No."
Who said it? It may or may not surprise you.
Please review.
Tension is high!
bexie25
P.S. Kitkat, I still haven't forgiven you for that dreadful cliff hanger. *glares pouting*