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nowhere to be seen.
"All done," Bella announces, taking apart the camera. "Let's have a look."
Alice follows Bella to the laptop set up in Kate's car. As Bella loads the pictures, she
and Alice talk about the weather and how adorable her son is. It's a tenuous
relationship at best, yes, but it's peaceful, too.
"Wow, Bella& these are great," Alice breathes as Bella scrolls through the different
photos she took of their little family.
"You go ahead and pick the ones you want, and then we'll talk about sizing and
packages," says Kate, who handles the business side of things.
Bella backs away, and when she looks up again, Edward is climbing down the
pathway. She smiles, feeling everything inside her relax now that he's here and safe.
"You about done?" he asks when he gets to her.
"Just about," she responds, kissing his cheek in greeting. "Why? Hungry?"
"Starving," he admits.
"Why didn't you eat at work?"
"Bella, please. I've had to serve those meals for three weeks now. If I have to look at
another popcorn shrimp or crab cake& "
Edward is a server at a casual seafood restaurant in downtown Seattle. Being on his
feet so much was really hard on him at first, but he's slowly accommodating. He
complains about it everyday, but the satisfaction on his face when he brought home
nearly two hundred dollars in tips after one busy night let her know that he knows
it's a necessary evil.
"Are you sore?" she asks, rubbing at the tight cords around his neck.
"Not too bad," he murmurs, moving his head to accommodate her fingers. "I took
some pain pills before I got on the road. Actually, I may be a bit high."
She rolls her eyes. "What have I told you about that?"
"What?"
"Not sharing." She pokes him in the ribs. "I have some bad news, though."
"What& ?"
"We're having stir fry at Charlie's. With shrimp."
"Seriously?"
"No, with chicken. Your face was worth that ten second lie, though."
"So cruel, Swan." He hugs her tightly, and she is content to just rest against his
heartbeat.
Ten minutes later, Bella and Edward are heading towards Forks. It takes about
fifteen minutes when Edward isn't driving like a psychopath, so Bella takes her time
reapplying makeup the sand and grime washed away.
"I wish you'd stop wearing that stuff. It stinks," he complains, watching her dab on
foundation. "Your skin smells so much better than that crap."
She gives him a look. "Just because you think I'm pretty without it doesn't mean the
whole world does."
"Since when are you concerned with the whole world's opinion?"
"I'm a girl. End of story."
"I'm just saying, our bathroom is completely covered in a film of makeup and
whatever that crap is you put in your hair."
"Spray gel."
"Spray gel. Well, I'm pretty sure you get it everywhere but your head. I tried to clean
the bathroom the other day and ended up making the tips of my fingers bleed, trying
to get the layer of spray gel off of the counter so I could get to the real mess it was
protecting. From now on, you do the bathroom."
"Fine, but you have to vacuum."
"Deal."
They pull up to Charlie's house a few minutes later, and Jacob is absently kicking a
soccer ball around the thawing yard.
"You're going to catch your death out here," Bella scolds, scooping her chilly brother
into her arms. "And when did you get so heavy?"
"It's all the muscles," Edward answers, giving Jacob a high-five.
Jacob looks smugly at Bella. "Yeah, I'm way stronger than a girl."
"Is that so?" she asks, giving Edward a look. He's trying not to laugh. "I challenge you
to& an arm wrestling match!"
"You're on!" Jacob cries, flying into the house.
Bella follows more slowly, still giving Edward a look. "You just wait until he's a
teenager. You're going to make him into a misogynist little shit."
"Bella, Bella," he placates, pinching her side. "I know boys are stronger, but look at
how I turned out. Not a misogynist bone in my body."
She scoffs. "Well, when he's fourteen, talking about a chick's 'rack', you're going to be
the one to run interference."
"I'm twenty-two, and I still talk about racks. Only yours, though. Such a nice rack."
"I'm serious." She pushes on his nose with her forefinger. "He's going to be all yours
to deal with."
He smiles at her, but it doesn't quite meet his eyes. She's taken to talking about their
future not months down the road, but years and years. It's not that she's in denial,
but she knows people need things to live for, and sometimes the present isn't enough.
Sometimes, people need to hear about their future, things that can be theirs if they
only have patience.
Sue is a bit miffed when Jacob and Bella take opposite sides of her dinner table and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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nowhere to be seen.
"All done," Bella announces, taking apart the camera. "Let's have a look."
Alice follows Bella to the laptop set up in Kate's car. As Bella loads the pictures, she
and Alice talk about the weather and how adorable her son is. It's a tenuous
relationship at best, yes, but it's peaceful, too.
"Wow, Bella& these are great," Alice breathes as Bella scrolls through the different
photos she took of their little family.
"You go ahead and pick the ones you want, and then we'll talk about sizing and
packages," says Kate, who handles the business side of things.
Bella backs away, and when she looks up again, Edward is climbing down the
pathway. She smiles, feeling everything inside her relax now that he's here and safe.
"You about done?" he asks when he gets to her.
"Just about," she responds, kissing his cheek in greeting. "Why? Hungry?"
"Starving," he admits.
"Why didn't you eat at work?"
"Bella, please. I've had to serve those meals for three weeks now. If I have to look at
another popcorn shrimp or crab cake& "
Edward is a server at a casual seafood restaurant in downtown Seattle. Being on his
feet so much was really hard on him at first, but he's slowly accommodating. He
complains about it everyday, but the satisfaction on his face when he brought home
nearly two hundred dollars in tips after one busy night let her know that he knows
it's a necessary evil.
"Are you sore?" she asks, rubbing at the tight cords around his neck.
"Not too bad," he murmurs, moving his head to accommodate her fingers. "I took
some pain pills before I got on the road. Actually, I may be a bit high."
She rolls her eyes. "What have I told you about that?"
"What?"
"Not sharing." She pokes him in the ribs. "I have some bad news, though."
"What& ?"
"We're having stir fry at Charlie's. With shrimp."
"Seriously?"
"No, with chicken. Your face was worth that ten second lie, though."
"So cruel, Swan." He hugs her tightly, and she is content to just rest against his
heartbeat.
Ten minutes later, Bella and Edward are heading towards Forks. It takes about
fifteen minutes when Edward isn't driving like a psychopath, so Bella takes her time
reapplying makeup the sand and grime washed away.
"I wish you'd stop wearing that stuff. It stinks," he complains, watching her dab on
foundation. "Your skin smells so much better than that crap."
She gives him a look. "Just because you think I'm pretty without it doesn't mean the
whole world does."
"Since when are you concerned with the whole world's opinion?"
"I'm a girl. End of story."
"I'm just saying, our bathroom is completely covered in a film of makeup and
whatever that crap is you put in your hair."
"Spray gel."
"Spray gel. Well, I'm pretty sure you get it everywhere but your head. I tried to clean
the bathroom the other day and ended up making the tips of my fingers bleed, trying
to get the layer of spray gel off of the counter so I could get to the real mess it was
protecting. From now on, you do the bathroom."
"Fine, but you have to vacuum."
"Deal."
They pull up to Charlie's house a few minutes later, and Jacob is absently kicking a
soccer ball around the thawing yard.
"You're going to catch your death out here," Bella scolds, scooping her chilly brother
into her arms. "And when did you get so heavy?"
"It's all the muscles," Edward answers, giving Jacob a high-five.
Jacob looks smugly at Bella. "Yeah, I'm way stronger than a girl."
"Is that so?" she asks, giving Edward a look. He's trying not to laugh. "I challenge you
to& an arm wrestling match!"
"You're on!" Jacob cries, flying into the house.
Bella follows more slowly, still giving Edward a look. "You just wait until he's a
teenager. You're going to make him into a misogynist little shit."
"Bella, Bella," he placates, pinching her side. "I know boys are stronger, but look at
how I turned out. Not a misogynist bone in my body."
She scoffs. "Well, when he's fourteen, talking about a chick's 'rack', you're going to be
the one to run interference."
"I'm twenty-two, and I still talk about racks. Only yours, though. Such a nice rack."
"I'm serious." She pushes on his nose with her forefinger. "He's going to be all yours
to deal with."
He smiles at her, but it doesn't quite meet his eyes. She's taken to talking about their
future not months down the road, but years and years. It's not that she's in denial,
but she knows people need things to live for, and sometimes the present isn't enough.
Sometimes, people need to hear about their future, things that can be theirs if they
only have patience.
Sue is a bit miffed when Jacob and Bella take opposite sides of her dinner table and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]