A/N: Thanks Sherry x x
Chapter 39
"So, what made you decide to go and get a job?" Edward asked, as we got into his car.
I shrugged. "Dr. Foster and I, set some goals. I'd like to graduate, but the course costs money and I don't have any. So…"
"If it's money you need-"
I shook my head. "I think you've all done more than enough for me. I can't ask you for any more."
"Bella, I don't mind."
"But I do. I want to do this on my own, Edward. I want to prove to everyone that I'm not a complete failure."
"No one thinks you are a failure, Bella."
I looked at him, but never said a word. I was sure some of them thought I was a failure; they just weren't vocal about their opinion. It didn't matter either way. I was out to prove them wrong.
We never spoke again until Edward pulled up outside the café. "Thanks for the ride," I said, smiling and reaching for the door.
"Bella, wait," Edward said, grabbing my arm. I turned to face at him, he looked anxious. "Why don't I wait for you and when you're finished, we can go out for a meal, my treat?"
I wanted to spend time with him, I missed seeing him as often, but I didn't want him spending any more money on me. He had already wasted too much.
He must have taken my silence as rejection because his face saddened. "It's okay, you don't have to."
"I want to," I said, touching his arm. "I just don't want you spending any more money. How about a compromise? You provide the food and I'll cook?"
"You cook?" he said, surprised.
I playfully hit his arm. "Don't look so shocked. I'm a great cook… I just haven't done it since…" He touched my arm and gave me a knowing look. "My mom and I used to cook a lot together."
"I'd love it if you cooked for me, Bella. What do you want to make?"
"Hmm, you made something that you and your mom used to make, how about I do the same? How does Chicken Pot Pie sound?"
"It sounds perfect," Edward said, leaning over and placing a kiss on my cheek. "Just let me know what we need."
I gave Edward a list of ingredients and left him to fetch him while I went to the café for my interview. Sue was already inside waiting for me. She was an older woman, possibly in her late fifties. She was plump and petite, but she had a smile that could warm up a cold room. I instantly felt at ease with her.
She must have seen something in me that impressed her because she gave me the job right then and there. On a trail period, of course, but that didn't matter to me. I wasn't going to do anything to blow this chance.
I finally felt like all the pieces in my life were falling into place.