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    Will There Be A Happy Ending

    We parked in the driveway, and I began swooping up the bags. Edward immediately stole them from my hands telling me I was to do no heavy lifting. He was so protective of me and I loved it, but the bags

    really weren’t much at all . . . light as a feather really. We hadn’t gotten that much . . . or that’s what I though until we began to unload them onto the kitchen counter.

    Contrary to the weightless feeling bags, our haul covered all of the countertops. We had stocked up on cans and cans of food, juices, sodas, meat to fill up the freezer, and some perishables. This would keep him content for a while. We even picked him out a whole bunch of different kinds of Ramen noodles. They were easy to cook, even made microwave ready, easy cleanup, and no messing up on Charlie’s part.

    He speedily put everything in its place, leaving out only what was needed for dinner. I was pulling out the big guns tonight by making Chicken A La King. The only thing made from complete scratch was going to be the mashed potatoes, because it would be a travesty to use anything else. We had bought a whole cooked chicken from the deli, some cream of mushroom soup, and some peapods.

    I put on a pot of water and started to peel the potatoes when, for a second time, I found my hands empty.

    “Edward,” I whined petulantly. “I can at least peel the potatoes you know.”

    He smirked at my downcast expression. “I know love, but I figured it would be quicker for me, and at least I could help with dinner.”

    I sighed in agreement waiting for him to start. Before I even began to realize he had moved, all of them were peeled. I let out a loud chuckle.

    “You were right, that was a lot faster.”

    “Make sure you mention that to Charlie when he gets home. Maybe he’ll hate me a little less when he finds out.”

    When the water was boiling he lightly dropped them in, and we waited for them to cook through. To pass the time we headed up to my room to see what I had not yet taken. In my haste before the wedding I had only taken clothes, but my knick knacks were still all around.

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