I walked out to the smell of French toast and bacon. I followed the smell to the kitchen. I looked along the wall, as I descended the stairs. It was covered in pictures I had never noticed before. They must've recently put them up.

There were several of a beautiful little blond girl chasing, hanging out with, and hugging my familiar-faced bronze haired boy. Even through the old pictures, his eyes shined like emeralds.

Further down the wall were two blond kids, a boy and girl, running around a farm and dressed in similar outfits. Next to some of those were more recent pictures.

There was a picture of a young girl hugging Edward around the hips, the only place she could reach. He looked not much younger than he did now, in the picture. He still had that ever-present crooked grin, but his eyes were dulled by the black and white development of the image.

I continued my journey down the stairs once I had finished inspecting the wall of family history. I saw Edward in the kitchen, in just jeans that rode low on his hips, exposing his lime green, checkered boxers. He was dancing to some unknown beat in his head, as he cooked the delicious bacon.

I giggled at the sight and made my way directly behind him.

I wrapped my arms around his torso, peering around his arm to see what all he was cooking. The bacon sizzled and popped, filling the kitchen with it's bacon-y scent. I saw a heaping plate, next to the stove, of several pieces of French toast.

“Feeding an army?” I asked teasingly.

“Feels like it.” he chuckled and continued, “but no. Your friends are coming over for breakfast with Rosalie and Jasper. I know Emmett can eat. I saw him at Thanksgiving.”

I chuckled and grabbed plates from the cupboard above the sink.

“When should they be here? I'll set the table.” I said, walking over to their small, dining table.

“Well, Alice and Jasper have been here, but they went for a walk. They should be back in about 10 minutes. As for the other two, I heard from poor Jasper that they were up to late night activities, but not what you'd think.” he said, shooting me a solemn glance over his shoulder.