"No way," I say to Edward and he groans, gripping his hair.

I pout; I wanna do that!

"Why not, baby?" He asks, pleading with me. I frown and look away, knowing that I'd say yes to anything if he looked at me like that. "You need to check out that ankle; you haven't walked on it for days."

I huff, knowing he's right. "You need to go to work."

"Actually," he says, coming around to sit with me on the bed. "I don't."

My head whips up and I frown as I regard him. "What?"

He winces. "I called in sick to make sure you went. Good thing I did, too."

I bite my lip and watch him carefully. "Fine… fine… but we're seeing your father."

He smiles. "That I can agree with."


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