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So I know I said you would get an early update two weeks ago - all I can say is morning sickness sucks and I'm sorry! I'm back to the regular schedule now so it'll continue to post each Sunday :)
She smiles and takes my hand, ushering us both into the front room, where the men are arguing over which channel to watch. From what I can make out, Carlisle is winning — fighting a still-enthusiastic Emmett — whereas Edward seems to have surrendered. He turns as we enter, and pats the seat next to him. I go willingly, closing my eyes as he briefly kisses my forehead. I avoiding looking at his mother, aware that I'd be met with a pointed glance and her own knowing smile.
That night, I watch Edward with his family, feeling more at home than I have in a long time.
I wake the following morning in Edward's bed, having no recollection of how I got there. Not quite ready to get up yet, I roll over and burrow deep in the covers.
Just as I begin dozing off, the door opens and Edward walks in.
Yawning, I sit up, bringing the covers with me. "Perfect." He hands me the steaming mug, and I wrap my hands around it.
"What time is it?"
"Just after nine." He pulls back the covers and slides under. "Do you want to go shopping with mom?"
"Today? She wants to go shopping on Black Friday?" I can't think of anything worse, yet I don't know how I can turn his mom down. Surely that would look bad.
He chuckles. "Don't worry. I said you probably wouldn't go."
"Is she mad?"
"Why would she be mad?"
I shrug. "I don't know. Is Rosalie going?" For some reason, I feel obligated to go if she does.
"Nah. They have a flight first thing tomorrow morning. They're taking it easy today, visiting some of Emmett's friends before they have to leave. They were just heading downstairs when I was coming back up."
I lean back and put my cup on the bedside table. "Okay. Then I'll pass. I don't mind shopping, but it's a whole different ball game on Black Friday."
He mirrors my movements and wraps an arm around my shoulder. I snuggle up, fitting perfectly under his arm, and lazily throw my leg over his. "So what're the plans today?"
He runs his fingers through my hair, pushing it away from my face. "What do you say to being lazy?"
I giggle. "Lazy? I can definitely be lazy." In my opinion, Black Friday is meant for doing nothing but eating, drinking, and watching holiday television.
He kisses my forehead, and I could almost purr in contentment. It's moments like these that make me realize how lucky I am that Edward was stubborn enough to keep chasing me and patient enough to wait until I was ready.
"Good. We'll have the house to ourselves all day. So we can take the covers down to the family room, build a makeshift bed, and spend the day watching old movies. Unless you want the grand tour of the town?"
I grin. "Lazy is good."
As much as I like the sound of Edward's plan, my thoughts took a turn when he said the house would be empty.
I definitely have plans, and they definitely involve a bed.
But they don't involve being lazy.
We stay in bed for a little longer, before the sounds of his family starting their day draw us out. Laughter echoes up the stairs, and the smell of freshly cooked bacon and eggs causes my stomach to growl. Edward smiles and kisses me softly, then gets up and promises to meet me downstairs with fresh coffee.
I quickly shower, taking the time to exfoliate and shave everywhere that needs it, before slipping into the sexier underwear I packed at the last minute, silently thanking Alice for thinking ahead for me.
By the time I make it downstairs, everyone is gathered and enjoying a huge breakfast. Plates litter the table, and once again, my stomach rumbles in response.
Esme stands at the back of the room with a huge grin on her face as she watches her family. Emmett and Carlisle have their heads close together as they discuss something that looks to be of some importance, while Edward plates up Rosalie's breakfast. She's laughing, her head thrown back in response to whatever Edward is saying. The sight before me makes me smile, happy that I said yes to Edward all those weeks ago.
Esme sees me standing in the doorway. "Bella." She walks over to me and wraps her arm around my waist. "Don't stand there for too long. Otherwise, my sons will clear the table."
Edward and Emmett both look up as they're mentioned, but just grin relentlessly.
I take a seat next to Rosalie as Edward puts a fresh mug of coffee down in front of me.
"Hey," he murmurs kissing my forehead.
I love when he does that.
"Pancakes and bacon?"
I nod. "Please."
He plates them up and puts them down in front of me before putting his own plate together, which is nothing but pancakes drowned in syrup. I wrinkle my nose, not understanding how he can ruin his pancakes like that, then turn back to my own.
"What was that?"
I look up. "What was what?"
I fight a smile. "What face?"
"The one you just made." He looks down at his breakfast. "What's wrong with this?"
I glance at the puddle on his plate. "I'm sorry. Do you want pancakes with your syrup?"
He looks down. "What's wrong with it?"
"Edward, there is a puddle forming on your plate. What does that tell you?"
He cuts and picks up a huge piece and shoves it in his mouth. He chews slowly, purposefully. "It tells me it's perfect."
I roll my eyes.
He cuts another piece and holds it up to me. "Want some?"
I can't help but laugh. He already has another mouthful and is grinning shamelessly at me. He's just so damn cute. "Nope. I'm good, thanks."
He shrugs. "Your loss." He shoves another forkful in his mouth, just to prove a point.
Esme walks behind him and playfully slaps him across the back of his head. "Behave when we have guests, please."
Emmett scoffs and laughs. "Yeah, Edward. Behave."
Rosalie rolls her eyes and gets up. "What are you? Ten?" She takes her plate to the sink and swats the back of Emmett's head — the same way Esme did to Edward's — as she passes him.
He scowls, ignoring the laughter that erupts in the kitchen.
I giggle and catch Edward's gaze. He smirks and reaches across the table, taking one of my hands in his. It only takes one touch for me to forget about the rest of the family in the room.
And in that moment, I know I've fallen for Edward Cullen.
As soon as breakfast is finished, everyone goes their separate ways. Rosalie looks nervous as both she and Emmett leave to meet his friends. Esme and Carlisle follow close behind, both of them heading for the sales in the city. Rain falls heavily, bouncing off the ground. The wind is so strong, the trees in the front yard are completely bent over, and I can't help but feel thankful for Edward wanting to hide out at home today.
They won't be back for hours, and I can't tell if I'm more excited or nervous.
I help clean up in the kitchen, smiling every time Edward's hands brush against mine or subtly graze the bottom of my back.
"What movie do you want to watch first?" He passes me the last plate to dry and empties the sink.
I shrug. Like I can think about movies now. All I can focus on is the way his t-shirt slides up when he moves, baring his toned stomach to me, or the muscles in his arms when he reaches up to put something in a shelf that I can't reach. I want to reach over and slowly peel his shirt off—
Edward interrupts my daydream. "Want me to pick?"
I nod. "Yeah, I don't mind."
He kisses my cheek. "Okay. I'll meet you in the family room, then."
I watch him leave, with no intentions of following him. I finish what I'm doing and make my way back upstairs to his bedroom, hoping for some time to pull myself together before he comes looking for me.
My hands shake as I freshen up in the bathroom and run a brush through my hair. My stomach is doing somersaults, yet I can't think of a single reason not to go through with this.
Back in his bedroom, I slip out of the clothes I put on for breakfast and lay back on the bed. I take a few deep breaths, focusing on the sounds from downstairs as I try to settle my nerves.
It's probably only moments later — although it feels like hours — when Edward realizes I haven't met him in the family room like I promised.
I grin. "Up here." My voice is shaky, and my heart pounds as I hear Edward walk upstairs.
He chuckles. "What? Why on earth—"
The words die in this throat as he steps into the doorway. His gaze automatically falls on me, the heat evident even from across the room.
Moments pass, yet neither of us says anything. Edward remains frozen by the door, his eyes locked with mine. I fidget but fight the urge to cover up, knowing this moment is pivotal.
When the silence becomes too much, I decide to speak first. Nervously, I clear my throat and sit up on the bed.
"Do you want to tell me more about this fantasy?"
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