AN: Good Morning, lovelies. Thank you so much for the amazing response and reviews to Chapter 3. Y'all have blown me away with your reviews and messages. So, we left these two on the morning after and I believe Edward mentioned taking Bella to breakfast. Let's see where the story takes them.

Thank you always to my prereaders and my beta.

**Fiddling was had. All mistakes are mine.

~oOo~

Chapter 4

"Well, I was raised underneath the shade of a Georgia pine,

And that's home ya know.

Sweet tea, pecan pie, and homemade wine,

Where the peaches grow.

And my house, it's not much to talk about,

But it's filled with love that's grown in southern ground,

And a little bit of chicken fried."

"Chicken Fried" by Zac Brown Band

~oOo~

"Good morning. Welcome to Waffle House." The hostess addressed Edward and Bella as they walked in.

Edward had his FSU baseball hat low on his head, hoping to elude any unnecessary attention. They had missed the early morning crowd, luckily. Sliding into a booth, they grabbed the menus and looked them over. Sooner than either of them could blink, two cups of steaming black coffee landed in front of them. Edward looked up to see his favorite waitress, Miss Julie, beaming at him.

"You looked like you both needed a cup of coffee stat." She smirked at them.

"Ah, thank you, Miss Julie." Edward lifted his cup to his mouth to take a sip. "How are you?"

"Eh, can't complain. I'd have to feel better to die," she quipped as she massaged her back a bit. "Saw your daddy and momma earlier this morning. They came in before headin' to church. They were mighty proud of you this weekend. We all were. You've been the talk of the Waffle House the last few days," Julie said with a chuckle.

Edward's ears pinked up as Miss Julie threw a few more compliments his way.

Bella curiously watched their conversation unfold as he and Julie continued chatting for a few more minutes, all the formalities aside. It was obvious they shared a history; the mutual admiration they showed each other as they caught up was charming.

Bella noticed as Julie was chatting that she kept eyeing her, trying to engage Bella in the conversation with them.

Edward, finally picking up on the cue, turned to Bella and apologized for his rudeness. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to leave you out and not introduce you. Miss Julie, this is Bella."

"Hey, honey. Nice to meet you." Julie shook Bella's hand as she gave Edward a sly smile. "Don't believe any of the sweet talk this boy gives you. It's all the candy he eats doin' the talking," she teased. "He could never keep his hand out of that damn candy bowl."

"I'll remember that." Bella giggled as she winked at Edward.

This Waffle House was more than a restaurant to Edward. It was where he went before or after every little league game, church, in the middle of the night after he and the boys went out partying…the times were endless. The memories always flooded him when he went there to eat. It was part of who he was.

"Want the usual?" Julie's eyebrow rose at Edward.

"Yes, ma'am. And could they add two egg whites, please? I need the extra protein." Edward gave Julie that dazzling smile of his.

Bella snorted to herself. No wonder people seemed to fall at his feet. You can't take your eyes off him.

"No problem, honey." Julie took Bella's order then walked back to the kitchen to drop it off. In the background, Bella heard Miss Julie order an "Edward special" along with her order.

"Seems like they know you well around here."

"Yep, spent a lot of time here. Had a lot of firsts and lasts, celebrations and consolations in this place. It's nothing fancy, but it's comforting to me and my family. And here… I'm just Edward. They've known me practically my whole life."

"I'd say that's something special to hold on to. My family has a favorite place we love to go to, but not quite like this." Bella looked around, noticing a few Little League photos and high school sports pictures adorning the walls. She made a note to look a little closer at them.

The food arrived and the conversation halted as they tucked into their food. Enjoying the quiet moment as they ate, Bella noticed people staring at their table.

"Edward, people are staring."

"Yeah, that happens sometimes." He shrugged. "Just ignore it. I do."

Bella laughed at his nonchalance; she wished she could be so cavalier.

Right after Edward said that, they both jumped at the sound of knuckles rapping on their tabletop.

"Great game yesterday, Edward. Keep it up."

Edward looked up from his food to see a tall man wearing a blue Air Force Vet hat.

"Thanks, Colonel," he responded as the man smiled down on him.

"Had lunch with Carlisle last week. Seeing you as a Brave was all he could talk about," The Colonel added.

"Sorry he chewed your ear off."

"Nah…he's a proud dad." The Colonel moved to get out his wallet. "Hey, sweep those Cubs for me, will you? I have a bet with my son-in-law." He gave Edward a slap on the shoulder and walked toward the cash register.

"Will do, sir."

"Well, that was adorable," Bella complimented as she smiled into her cup of coffee.

Edward shrugged his shoulders again. "I've known Colonel Larry my whole life. He's been my dad's best friend since high school. He's like a second father to me."

"I love that so much. Sounds like you have an amazing support system."

"I do. I really do. I've been very blessed."

After a few moments, the attention on their table waned, and they continued their conversation and breakfast.

Once they finished, Edward signaled for Julie to bring the check. He was antsy to get back to the hotel, pack up, and go to the stadium to do some batting practice before they traveled tomorrow to Chicago.

"Your money's no good here today," Julie declared.

"Thank you, Miss Julie. That's not necessary." He began to pull out his wallet.

"Necessary or not, it is the way it is. Deal with it, darlin'."

"Ugh, not you, too." He pulled the brim of his hat farther down on his head, hiding the embarrassment at hearing the nickname.

"Enjoy the ride, Edward. Make us proud being who you are."

"Yes, ma'am."

Edward pulled out some money for a tip, and he and Bella walked out the door to his truck.

~oOo~

When they parked the car in the hotel garage, an awkward silence filled the truck, each trying to gauge the other's mood. Bella, unable to take the uncertainty of the moment, spoke first.

"So, I guess this is it."

"Yep, I guess it is."

Simultaneously, they turned to each other and said, "I had a great time last night."

They both laughed as the atmosphere around them lightened.

"Thank you for breakfast, Edward. It was really nice." She nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Yeah…you're welcome. I'm glad you came." He smiled to himself, thinking about their morning, hoping his face wasn't giving him away while his mind continued to replay their morning activities.

Unfastening her seatbelt, Bella reached for her purse and opened the truck door. Before she could step a foot out, she felt Edward's hand on her arm, halting her from making another move.

"Um…Bella, I'd really like to see you again." His throat bobbed as he waited to hear her response.

She smiled. "Yeah? I think I'd like that, too."

"Great. Here,"—he handed her his phone—"put your number in and I'll call you right back so, you know, you have my number as well."

After they exchanged numbers, Edward gave Bella her phone. As he cleared his throat, he prepared himself for what he was about to say, worried he might ruin the ending of their perfect time together.

"Hey, listen. I want to be honest with you, and I don't want to come off sounding like an ass." He pulled his hat off and ran his hand through his uncontrollable hair. "But I have a problem with follow through. Once I get my mind in the game, everything around me seems to disappear. I get so in my head, I even forget to call my mom." He avoided her eyes, knowing how pathetic he sounded. "I really do want to see you again. I have a long road trip starting tomorrow, so I won't be in town for the next two weeks. If you're around when I get back, I'd really love to take you out."

"I think that can be arranged." Bella smirked. "And listen, I understand how it is. We all get in our heads every once in a while."

Edward was relieved by how well she took his admission. He wasn't very good at balancing a relationship and baseball. He had seen firsthand the damage his actions could cause, so he wanted to be transparent.

"Good." Edward took her hand and gave it a tender squeeze. "Thank you again for a great time." His smile was slightly bashful.

"And thank you, again." Bella smiled as she leaned in to kiss him sweetly on the lips.

Edward reached up and cupped both sides of her face, pulling her into him to deepen the kiss.

"Damn." He shook his head as he finally broke the moment. "That's worth coming home to."

~oOo~

Lying in his hotel room in Chicago, Edward kept running the day's game over and over in his head. His swing was off; he hadn't hit for shit the last two days. Their defense had also sucked, and no one wanted the Cubs to sweep them.

He kept thinking about the text his dad had sent him.

"Your timing is off. Breathe through it. It's not about how hard you hit it but making contact. Keep it simple."

Damnit, Edward knew he was right. He could feel how off he was. The strikeouts were proof enough. His whole body felt off.

Trying to relax, which didn't come easily to him, Edward pulled out his iPad and scrolled through his email. He knew he needed to take a break and focus on something else. His mind was constantly over-thinking, and he knew he wouldn't be any use to the team tomorrow if he didn't sleep.

As he continued scrolling mindlessly, his thoughts kept drifting to Bella. She'd been on his mind a lot since they parted four days ago. So much so, he spent the entire flight to Chicago googling her, trying to learn more about her life. Boy, did he learn a lot. Bella was a soccer phenom. She skipped college and went straight to the pros. Not only was she an Olympian, but she was also the youngest member of the women's championship American World Cup team in 2019, a Nike spokesperson…The list went on. To say Edward was impressed would be an understatement.

Damn, he thought to himself. This girl was poppin'. He already knew she had to be remarkable to play professional sports. Bella being in the Olympics put her on a whole new level, but what she had accomplished so far, at such a young age, was mind-blowing. She was an amazing role model for young girls wanting to play sports. He recognized that right off the bat.

One thing that continued to stick out as he scrolled through all the articles was her social life. She was on the arm of Jacob Black from the Seattle Sounders, in quite a few photos and articles. At first, Edward was concerned he'd put his foot into some kind of potential scandal, hooking up with an already established, newsworthy couple, but much to his relief, a few articles stated they were no longer an item. No further comment was found as to the demise or the reason for their breakup.

Bella was glowing in the pictures. She was all smiles, and from the look of it, very much in love with Jacob. He knew that smile; it had recently been directed at him. Instead of basking in the glory of his opening weekend, he found that the attention she gave him shined a little bit more. An unsettling feeling settled in his chest as he thought of her with someone else. She gave no indication she was dating anyone, so he pushed that thought aside for the moment. As he returned his gaze to his iPad, he searched for a few more articles about her and Black, but they only stated they were no longer together. He couldn't help but be curious as to the why their relationship ended.

Edward left a few tabs open, eager to learn some more about the woman who captivated his attention only a few nights ago. He felt a bit nosy knowing so much about her, yet there was so very little written about him and his relationships on the internet. He felt like an interloper, which tipped the scales more in his favor, having had a birds-eye view into her private life. Scrubbing his hand down his face, he silently admonished himself, knowing he needed to reach out. He knew he sucked. His mind had been focused on the games of the day, and when the games ended, it was always an hour later in Atlanta. Knowing he needed to make the effort, he grabbed his phone off the nightstand and popped off a text, praying she was still awake.

Hey, Miss Phenom, you awake? ~E

Hey! ~B

Phenom? ~B

Well, the article I read the other day says so. ;) ~E

Are you googling me, Cullen? ~B

Guilty ~E

Edward shifted uncomfortably in his bed, wondering what she would think? Did she think he was a stalker? He had to laugh. This was the world today. You could find out anything about anybody thanks to Google. He knew she was able to do the same to him, so he decided to ask her if she had.

Tell me you haven't done the same, Swan? ~E

Guilty, darling. ;) ~B

Not you too? ~E

Pfft, sorry, I couldn't resist. ~B

There was a sense of satisfaction knowing she had googled him. It was the first time in a long while he cared that a woman showed some interest in him, or about him. He rubbed the center of his chest, easing an ache that started to build inside him. Taking a deep breath, he looked at the next text that came in, pushing the slight ache aside for the moment.

How's Chicago? ~B

It's going. ~E

That good, huh? ~B

No comment. ~E

Edward wasn't in the mood to talk about his performance. The whole point of texting her was to take his mind off his challenges and to relax. So, as he waited for her to respond, he closed his eyes for a minute, yearning for the sense of calm he was craving.

I'm sorry. ~B

Bella waited for the next incoming text, but the three little dots didn't show up. Worried she might have said the wrong thing, she laid her phone down to go let the dog out, deciding it was best not to stare at the phone and wait. While Millie was outside doing her business, Bella's mind wandered back to Edward. She couldn't help but be curious what else he found out about her. She knew her history with Jacob was out there, and that made her extremely anxious. She hoped Edward wouldn't broach the subject about him and would simply let it slide. It was not a topic that was up for discussion. Everyone had a history, though she realized Edward had come out squeaky clean; no current girlfriends or past ones that stood out. She heard the chime of her phone just as Millie finished, so she hustled the dog back into the house and grabbed her phone to see his response.

Sorry, I started to doze off. I need to call it a night. Talk soon? ~E

Edward watched as Bella's three dots started and stopped several times. Finally, her text came through.

Totally understand. Have a great game tomorrow. Sleep well. ~B

Thanks, you too. Night. ~E

Night. ~B

Bella was happy to hear from him, no doubt about it. But damn, he'd kept her waiting. Knowing that he googled her, brought with it a happy sense of satisfaction. He was interested in her, just as she was in him.

Bella locked up the house and tucked herself into bed. She had a busy day tomorrow and knew staying up late to watch the Braves game had been a bad idea, but she wanted to see Edward, see how he was playing. Leaving out that critical information in the text was intentional; she didn't want to seem too interested. His tone and shortness in the text painted a clear picture. He was pissed about how he was playing. Damn her for even bringing up the game. She should have known better than to play coy. She should consider herself lucky he even sent her a text.

Turning off the light, Bella snuggled into her bed with Millie by her side and dreamed of number seven.

~oOo~

The rest of Edward's trip flew by, with him next in Cincinnati, then finishing up in San Diego.

Bella had to fly out for two of her soccer matches back to back. She was gone for two weeks herself by the time everything was said and done.

Their schedules weren't lining up as they had hoped they would. Edward had been home for about a week and was heading out to Miami just as she was coming home.

The texts had been sporadic at best, but Bella could tell he was at least trying. Knowing, in her mind, she was putting too much pressure on him, she took it upon herself to text him occasionally as well. They would both check in, chat a bit, and call it a night. It was all very…friendly, and sometimes even a bit flirty.

Edward landed back in Atlanta Sunday night, thrilled to have a few days to rest before the next game. He was tired of hotel rooms and catered food. What he wanted was some home cooking, and he knew exactly where he could get it.

"Hey, Momma." Edward put his phone on speaker as he opened his fridge to grab a beer. Settling into a chair, he kicked his feet up on an ottoman and looked out into the woods, ready to enjoy a conversation with his mom. Damn, he needed it, needed her, needed his whole family.

"Hey, precious," Esme greeted. "I was beginning to wonder when we'd hear from you. Dad said he texted you a few times but didn't get much response."

"Yeah, I know. Sorry, Momma. I've been meaning to call him back. It's just been a shitty couple of weeks."

"I know, I saw. Get out of your head, Edward. Do what your daddy has always told you and just play the game."

"Yes, ma'am. I know you're right, but…damn, my swing is killing me."

"You got this, sugar. Talk with your batting coach. Work the cages. Your resources are unlimited now. It will all work out. You're a hard worker, and hard work always pays off. Free your mind, Edward, and the rest will follow."

Edward huffed out a laugh. "Did you just quote En Vogue while giving me baseball advice?"

"Is that who sings it?" She chuckled. "I heard it on the radio today on the way home from school, and the words just stuck with me. It seemed appropriate to say in the moment."

As Esme continued chatting away, Edward took a big pull from his beer. He looked out the window while he continued to drink, listening to his momma chat away about Liam, how well Riley was doing in physical therapy, her classroom, and Carlisle's baseball team, the Kennesaw State Owls. He loved hearing all the mundane happenings of the family, and Esme knew he needed it to help keep him grounded.

Family first.

Always.

"So, family dinner? Can we make that happen? It's been a while," Esme prodded.

"Actually, that's why I called." Edward sighed as he scratched the scruff on his chin in thought. "I'm tired of all the on-the-road food. I just want some home cooking. Nothing fancy. Just…give me an Esme special."

"An Esme special, huh? You really must miss my home cooking to ask for one of those oldies but goodies." Esme giggled. "Tomorrow night, six o'clock. I'll rally the troops. Don't be late."

"I won't. And thank you."

"You're welcome, son."

"And Momma?"

"Yes, Edward?"

"Can we have banana pudding as well?"

"Wouldn't be an Esme special without it."

~oOo~

"Uncle Edward!" Liam yelled at the top of his lungs as he ran to his uncle.

"Hey, li'l man. How are you?" Edward scooped his nephew up into his arms and gave him a big zerbert on his belly. Liam giggled and squirmed, so Edward placed him firmly back on solid ground.

"Careful, buddy. You don't want to hurt Uncle Edward's arm or have him drop you." Riley walked slowly toward Edward, his new crutches supporting him along the way.

"Yes, sir." Liam looked up at Edward and grabbed his leg to give him an extra squeeze. As Edward lightly ruffled his hair, Liam murmured, "Sorry, Uncle Edward," and took off like a shot to the backyard, giggling all the way.

"Hey, brother. It's been a minute." Edward reached out to give Riley a big hug. "Look at you with those new-fangled crutches. Mom said you were really making some great progress. I think she was holding back, 'cause you're killing it."

"Yeah. It's taken some gettin' used to, but it sure beats the chair."

Edward nodded in agreement. He was so happy to see all the progress Riley was making. It had been over a year since his ATV accident, and this was the first time Edward had seen him up and walking on his own accord outside of rehab.

"I'm so fuckin' ready to move on from this shit." Riley shuffled his feet back and forth, holding tightly to his crutches. "I still need the chair 'cause I get tired, but I'm using these more and more each day."

"Slow and steady, Ri. You're doin' an amazing job."

"Thanks, man. It feels damn good to be back on my own two feet."

"It feels good to see you on your own two feet," Edward replied.

The guys moved to the backyard to watch Liam play as Maggie and their mom came out to greet Edward. Maggie was carrying some cold beers and a few things to snack on until dinner was ready.

"Hey, Edward." Maggie leaned in and gave him a big hug. "Good to see you. Can you believe him? He's only had them for two weeks." The pride beamed on her face. "Oh, here, these are for y'all."

Maggie handed him and Riley a beer. "Thanks, Mags." He took the beer from her. "Never thought for a minute he couldn't do it. He never did shy away from a challenge." Edward looked at Riley with such admiration.

"All right, y'all, let me in to hug my boy," Esme chastised as she moved in to hug Edward.

"Hey, Momma," he crooned in her ear as he hugged her tight for a moment, grateful she put this dinner together for him. Edward was feeling a bit melancholy, knowing they did this all the time without him. It was life, he recognized, and he was doing what he loved, but it did come at a price.

~oOo~

The Cullens loved to eat outside. The covered patio was all set for dinner. Their backyard was an oasis, a place to relax and leave your worries at the door. They had an outdoor kitchen, fully equipped with anything anyone would ever need, but tonight, the Big Green Egg—Carlisle's pride and joy—remained silent.

"Edward, can you help me bring some food out to the table?" Esme asked. "I'm just about to take dinner out of the oven. Dad said he was on the way. Practice ran late tonight."

"Absolutely."

As his mother ran back into the house to check on the timer, Edward walked into the kitchen behind her and inhaled. "Damn, Momma, it smells amazing in here."

Esme smiled at her son. "Well, you said an Esme special, and I know this one happens to be your favorite."

"Indeed, it is. I could eat this every day and be a happy man, though I may not live a long life if I did." Edward chuckled.

Esme removed the casserole from the oven as Edward grabbed the salad bowl and bread, waltzing it out to the patio just in time to see Carlisle arrive. "Hey, Dad. How was practice?"

"Hey, pal," Carlisle responded with a huge smile on his face. "Productive." That was his dad—short and sweet and to the point. Carlisle leaned in to give his son a strong hug, each of them patting the other on the back before they broke apart. "Great save with the Cubs Sunday."

They both sat down at the table, happy to be in each other's presence for the night.

"Thanks, it was a tough series, but we'll work out the kinks." Fidgeting with his beer label, he decided to address the elephant in the room. "Sorry I didn't respond to your texts, Dad. I wasn't trying to blow you off." Edward knew his dad would understand, but he still felt badly that he didn't at least acknowledge him. "I could feel myself overthinking everything, so I just shut everything out for a while." He shrugged at his dad with an apologetic look on his face.

"I hear you, son, but you know, I may have something to offer to help clear that head of yours," Carlisle countered.

Edward recognized the love and concern his dad had for him. "Yes, sir, I know. I appreciate it."

He sighed into his beer bottle as he tipped it back. He glanced at Riley, meeting his eyes, the knowing look between brothers, while he waited for Carlisle to impart some words of wisdom. The dread of failure was something he was struggling with lately, but Carlisle did have a way of putting it all in perspective.

"Edward, have you been talking to your—"

"No shoptalk tonight, boys." Esme eyed Carlisle specifically, admonishing the men as she walked out with the spaghetti pie in her hands.

"Yes, ma'am," the three chimed in.

"Hey, Riley, Dad, need another beer?" Edward asked as he rose to get some out of the outdoor fridge.

They both agreed to another as Carlisle stood to pull out Esme's chair. Liam and Maggie followed behind Esme and found their seats. As they joined hands around the table, Carlisle gave thanks for the delicious food prepared for them. They all tucked into their amazing meal with relish, and Edward quietly moaned with each bite he took.

When the last bite was gone, Edward rubbed his belly as he pushed back from the table. "Thank you, Momma. Everything was perfect. Just what I needed."

"You're welcome, honey. Glad you enjoyed it." Esme stood to gather some of the dishes, and Maggie followed behind her to help.

Edward rose as well to aid in the cleanup, but Esme told him to sit right back down and visit.

"Go and enjoy, Edward. I know you miss the time with your dad and your brother."

He gave his mom a big hug, whispering in her ear, "Thank you."

"Another beer, son?" Carlisle offered.

"No, thank you. I've had my quota tonight." Edward was already regretting that last beer, but damn, he loved popping one and drinking it with them.

"So, how are the fish biting these days, Dad?

"Fair to middlin'," Carlisle replied.

"I'm hoping to find some time to go wet a line or two in the next week or so. You both wanna join me?" Edward asked with an eager look on his face.

"Sure, sounds good. Keep us posted on your schedule, and we'll make it happen."

Riley nodded his head in agreement, which made Edward smile. Esme had told him on the phone the other night that Riley had been out with Carlisle a few times now that he was more mobile. Edward was relieved to hear of his progress and the parting of the black clouds that had been looming over his brother for so long.

Edward was just like his dad and Riley. Fishing on the lake was where they went to relax and just be. It was a great place to think, lulled by the rolling movement of the boat, waiting for a fish to bite. Hunting provided the same type of serenity for them, but that was for another time.

"Now, I don't want to get in trouble with your mother, 'cause you know I always make it a point to never be in trouble with your mother, but as your dad, I have to ask, how are you doing with all this, Edward? Are you handling the attention and the pressure okay?" Carlisle shifted his chair, which angled his body closer to his son, so he could make eye contact.

Edward could see that Carlisle was radiating sincerity and concern. His dad was there—not the ex-pro baseball player, nor the college baseball coach—just his dad.

"And before you get defensive, I'm only asking because, as you know, it's not like you to avoid my texts or calls." Carlisle looked Edward directly in the eye, once again, as he waited for an answer.

"Yes sir, I know. I'm doin' okay. I gotta admit, it's a bit overwhelming." Edward ran his hand through his hair, contemplating what he wanted to say next. "The expectations are more than I anticipated, but that could be self-inflicted. I know what's expected. It's all the other things that go along with it that are messing with me. I'm just trying to find my balance and work my new normal. I'm trying to allow myself some grace. So far, I've been somewhat successful. You know how I am." Edward looked down at the shadows in the pool. The lights hadn't come on yet. It was the blue hour, so the shadows of the trees were reflecting back as they waved to and fro.

Carlisle nodded affirmatively. "Are you taking your meds? Staying on top of them?"

"Yes, sir. Every day."

"Good. You can't do more than that," Carlisle praised. "Just…call me whenever you need to talk something through. You know I'm there for you, in whatever capacity you need me to be."

"Thanks, Dad, I really appreciate it. More than you know."

Riley took the opportunity to impart some wisdom of his own. Though he only played for five years, his current experience was golden, and Edward would glean whatever he could from his big brother any chance he got.

"Listen, Edward. Take this for what it's worth." Riley rubbed his hands on his thighs, as he appeared to gather his thoughts. After taking a swig of his beer, he continued. "Throughout my experience, learning to walk again included, I've found it invaluable simply to stay true to your process. Work it hard, and don't go astray. If you go in each and every day ready to compete at the highest level you're capable of, then you have nothing to be ashamed of. You aren't letting anyone down. Luck is when preparation meets opportunity, Edward. You and I both know that. And you, brother, are a prepper."

He listened intently as Riley spoke, quietly absorbing his words. As the crickets began their nightly symphony, he realized his brother's words were power, and he needed to embrace that power in order to be the best he could be.

The creak of the back door opening on the patio broke Edward from his reverie. When he turned around, Esme was walking out holding a large pan, which she laid on the table.

"All right, everyone. Who's ready for some banana pudding?"

AN: Awww. There's nothing like the love of momma's heart as she makes her child their favorite meal. Our family loves spaghetti pie and also my banana pudding. Comfort food speaks to the soul.

So now you have a little background and met Edward's family. They're a tight knit group, and the love runs deep.

My amazing prereader Deb aka drotuno has an amazing new fic out called Common Ground. If you haven't started it yet, it's a must read.

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~DrivingEdward