As Serena left the kitchen Edward saw that Eleanor was busy on her laptop tapping away, he decided to sneak off into the kitchen, "Out!" Serena walked back as he saw he was about to check the food out, "Honestly what part of stay out of the kitchen, don't you understand?" Serena walked up to him and glared, "My kitchen my rules out."
"What is it with you and kitchens? You were always possessive," Edward stepped closer towards her, "Or is it just every woman?" he asked and wrapped his arms around her neck.
"There you go again," Serena didn't say it as harsh as last time instead she smiled, "But I forgive you…considering you injured yourself last time."
"Have I turned you soft?" Edward asked grinning, "Because you seem to be turning soft."
"Only towards you," Serena hit him on the chest lightly, "And only when we're together."
"In private or like this?" he leant his head in and pressed his forehead against hers.
"Oh get a room," Eleanor said walking in but Serena saw she was smiling.
"What you go to smile about?" Serena asked Eleanor as she pulled away from Edward's arms.
"Just you two," Eleanor lifted herself up onto the marble counter to get some chocolate out of the cupboard, "But please," she bit into the Kit Kat, "Get a room… and I'm meeting up with Ava in a few days."
"Is that to get drunk?" Serena asked raising an eyebrow, "Because she's on strict rules to take it easy."
"A few glasses of wine and some films that's all," Eleanor shrugged and jumped down, "We'll be fine."
"You and wine shouldn't mix," Serena warned her daughter, "Actually you and alcohol should not mix at all."
"That was one time…and it's because I drank about four cups of coffee," Eleanor defended herself she folded her arms, "And I was celebrating."
"Yes well let's hope Ava doesn't mind projectile vomit," Serena handed both Edward and Eleanor sandwiches, some fruit and a packet of crisps, "I'm hiding all knives away from you," Serena jabbed her finger in Edward's arm.
"How many more times?" Edward asked biting into the sandwich, "And it wasn't my fault...my mind momentarily lost itself."
"Doesn't surprise me… always had trouble keeping your eye on the ball," Serena winked, "Apart from when you constantly bugged me during pregnancy."
"I should've kept you on a tighter leash…bloody stubborn you were," Edward grinned which made Serena go red.
"You allowed me to go down to theatre," Serena picked at some of the salad on her plate, "Wasn't my fault technically… Jelly belly just wanted to make an entrance."
"Funny," Eleanor smiled sweetly.
"Yeah and you made one heck of one… practically screamed the place down, threw up on the midwife and then woke up half the babies in the birthing centre," Edward laughed and Serena did too, "Remember how you said you were going to call the police, because I was physically dragging you?"
"I was in pain, wasn't thinking straight and you were keeping a tight grip on me."
"Only because I knew you'd say it was Braxton Hicks and go to your office," Edward looked at Eleanor, "You took hours."
"Like mum said I like to make an entrance…"
"Showed it again when you turned up drunk last year," Serena scolded her daughter, "Woke up half the patients."
"Get's the entrance bit off me," Edward grinned, "Remember when I started at St Geroge's just a week after you? And I spilt coffee all over James and the cream bun I had went flying onto George's T-shirt?"
"Oh god I was so embarrassed," Serena actually laughed out loud at the memory, "That was the year before they worked out we were together and married."
"Found us in your office," Edward raised his eyebrows.
"Okaaaay TMI," Eleanor said putting down her sandwich, "Far too much TMI."
"Oh god no it was nothing like that," Serena pushed her plate aside, "I have more dignity than that."
"Anyway enough about what you and dad did in your past life, what can you tell me about Scotland?" Eleanor asked curiously.
"Well it's full of Scottish people for a start," Edward said and Serena rolled her eyes.
"No never would've guessed Scotland was full of Scottish people," Serena said sarcastically, "Edinburgh is…" Serena thought back to the day she was attacked but stayed positive, "Lovely, lots to do but of course you'll be too busy studying to tour."
"Oh come on Serena," Edward sighed heavily, "She's eighteen hardly going to be sat in her student house studying all the time."
"Well if she's anything like you it'll be cram everything until. The. Last. Minute," Serena raised an eyebrow at Edward, "If I get texts off you saying you've fallen behind… I'll be on the first train up there to give you a lecture and a schedule."
"Please… no," Eleanor sipped at the orange juice she got, "OK I'll study but I'll also have fun happy?"
"I mean it about the first train up there Eleanor," Serena put her plate in the sink, "Now… don't you have packing to do?"
"I'm going next week… what you want me gone already?" she put on sad puppy dog face, "Bet you're already putting my room up for rent."
"No… but I packed a week before," Serena then walked over to Eleanor, "So it's not because I want you gone… I'm not ready for my little girl to fly the nest, but packing is something that should be done."
"I'm only going to university I'm not planning to flee the nest just yet," Eleanor laughed, "Besides I need to save up some money for my own place first."
"That's what a job is for," Serena ruffled her daughter's hair, "Now I have a report to type up… Mr Hanssen said if it's not in by tomorrow, he'll make me work overtime."
"You're practically the boss… chose your own shifts," Edward suggested.
"Report then I'm taking a nice long bath and then I'm going to send a nice email to the staff, telling them if they find any way to wind me up about us being back together…they'll be sorry…and if Yankee Doddle and Cambridge boy think they're getting away with wind ups, they'll see a different side to me," Serena walked away leaving Eleanor and Edward to laugh.
"Who's Cambridge boy?" Eleanor asked.
"Dr Tressler," Edward replied.
"He's the really fit one isn't he?" Eleanor asked she remembered seeing him when she was admitted, "I'd have him any day."
"Eleanor!" Edward said shocked by what she had said; in all fairness he still saw her as the little girl he used to see on weekends and was finding it hard to let go of the little girl, "He's my colleague… besides he's dating."
"Still I'd have him," Eleanor walked out.
…
"And she said she'd 'have him any day?'" Serena asked shocked she had just come out of the bath with a white bathrobe around her and her hair in a pink hair turban, "Well remind me to keep Doctor Tressler away from her," Serena said protectively, "Whilst she's still here I mean."
"Come on can you really see Harry doing that? I mean he's with Gemma," Edward closed the door so Eleanor couldn't hear.
"Two words for you Luke Hicky," Serena recalled a junior doctor like Harry during her St George's days, "Remember him?"
"Vaguely…went out with John's daughter right?" Edward asked.
"Exactly well," Serena took off her hair turban, "More like shagged her and went back to his ex," she went to her wardrobe to pick out some lazy day clothes; an oversized top and hoddie and a pair of grey jogging bottoms and pink fluffy bed socks, something she only wore after a hard day of work or a day like today, "He was twenty-eight, Jessie was eighteen," Serena sighed then shook her head, "I'm just panicking over nothing… Eleanor's a sensible girl…she surely won't find a way to you know."
"And if he does somehow get down there… remember me when John tried to kiss you?" Edward asked Serena nodded smiling lightly, "And there's no James to hold me back."
"Why are we even thinking this?" Serena asked a bit disturbed about how they were thinking about Harry in that way, "Your fault you bought it up."
"Only because I was shocked about what Eleanor said," Edward shrugged, "Want me to leave?" Edward asked.
"Why? Not like you haven't seen my body before," Serena raised an eyebrow at him, "Unless you've been blind those few times."
"Only by your beauty," Edward winked, "Oh really Ellie?" Edward asked shouting she was blasting One Direction's What Makes You Beautiful, "What kind of music is this? I'd rather her play Let's Get Ready To Rhumble," Edward laughed, "Remember?"
"How can I forget? You and James flipping played it all the time," Serena recalled the times she had been subjected to listening to the song, and in the end ended up liking it herself, "I also remember it for other reasons."
"What like we ruined Agadoo?" Edward raising his eyebrows, "I can't listen to that now…without thinking of that night."
"We had to ruin every song like that didn't we?" Serena asked, "Could've been worse I suppose…now I have a report to type up and then that nicely worded email as well."
"Need any help?" Edward asked he handed Serena her laptop.
"Could rub my shoulders whilst I type," Serena thought hopefully Edward nodded in agreement, "Good… now I have to ask our dear to turn that racket off. Harry bloody Styles."
"More like Harry bloody Tressler," Edward made light of their conversation a few moments ago, "Joking…joking."
"Not funny that's worried me now," she sighed heavily, "Thank you," Serena walked out of her bedroom sighing heavily, "Surely? I mean how would they meet? Oh I'm just being stupid."
A/N: Well I hope you enjoyed this chapter I make Harry sound like a sex machine but to be fair he is good looking ;) Jules Knight ahh I love him. Anyways I have an idea now but still drop me in some ideas if I get over 50 reviews I'll update tonight (: xx