Chapter Nine: Filler Time

Something loud woke me up the next morning, and sitting up I knew that whoever had done that was about to get it. Coming home from Charlie’s last night had been a great pity party indeed. In fact it even included complimentary sympathetic Cullen looks thrown in for good measure.

Although, you had to hand it to Esme for trying. I was embraced in a tight Emmett feeling hug the minute I stepped through the door. It was nice to know she cared so much that she wanted to comfort me.

She tried to make me see the positives by telling me how everything would be a lot easier now. I wouldn’t have to explain the weirdly quick pregnancy, or my lengthy absence in Alaska, which is one less thing I had to deal with.

“A clean break is good,” she had told me.

I appreciated the effort, really I did, but it didn’t do much good. After a minute Edward took me up to our room and held me while I cried. I never wanted things to end on bad terms with my parents, because I loved them so much.

Sleeping on it, I decided that I would try and think positive. Was it really better to end on good terms and then feel like a jerk? Maybe this was for the best.

So, after a minute of sitting in the gloomy fog of light that was Forks, I became aware of one crucial thing. There was a severely funky smell wafting through this room. I opened the door to investigate, following the smell down the hallway and onto the stairs. By the time I reached the last step I realized what it was. Something was burning!

I ran straight for the kitchen in utter panic. When the entrance loomed into view I stopped short in surprise. Inching forward to get a closer look, the most absurd sight stood before me.

On the floor, and covered in what I assumed was flour, because it was either that or a lot of cocaine, was my husband and sister in law.

“Jeez Edward, I told you I had it.”

“Alice I was closer. Why couldn’t you just let me catch it?”

“I told you already, now get off me.”