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Those Aren't Sock Puppets!
I walked in and followed Edward, as he walked straight up to his room. Obviously, he was trying to avoid the scene he was gong to make from getting more people than necessary involved. I just hoped Carlisle helped me out with the rest.
As soon as the door shut behind me, he turned his fiery eyes on me and the questions exploded out.
“What is the meaning of this? Why did you go see Carlisle on Friday? Were you really with Charlie or on bed rest in a hospital for an 'enhancement' surgery?” he spat out the word, “enhancement,” as if it actually pained him to say it.
“Edward, I'm sorry for hiding everything. I just, I wanted to surprise you. I knew you would never say it out loud, but I know you wanted me to get these.” I said, facing away from him looking down while I gathered my courage.
I was secretly smiling and so very thankful he could not see my traitorous face. I slowly started to unzip my jacket.
“I wanted what? What are you talking about? You know I mean it when I say I love you the way you are.” he almost sounded sad as he finished speaking.
I almost felt bad for doing this. Almost.
“These.” I said, before spinning around quickly to reveal, “them.”
He froze on the spot, mouth stuck open in mid-word. It was like he wasn't sure what to do. I could see the light in his eyes. The light of a true pervy teenage boy, who dreamed of grabbing the monstrosities attached to the front of me, but the audible snap of his mouth closing rid him of that light.
Here came angry, protective, parental Edward. Ugh.
“Bella. You know I love you, so you must know how ridiculous I think those are.” he said, though I could see the internal battle flaring up inside him.
I smiled to myself and took a step closer. It seemed hormonal Edward was taking the lead, as he stepped closer, as well.
“I just wanted to do this for you. For us. For our future.” I said, trying to look as serious as possible, taking another step closer to him.
Serious Edward was losing his battle ground and sat on the edge of the bed.


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