I tucked into my plate of lasagna. Dear God in heaven…food. Real food. Not hospital slop. I inhaled my
plate of the goodness that is lasagna and begged for another piece. Bella had
come back as I was wolfing down my third serving.
“Jesus, Cullen,” she snickered. “Miss your home cooked food?”
“Fuck yes,” I said as I damn near licked the fucking plate.
“Edward Anthony, watch your mouth,” Esme chastised. “You
used to be so reserved and polite. Now you’re swearing like a truck driver.”
“Blame Rose,” Bella said. “She’s said things that’ll make a
sailor blush. She’s got a potty mouth, that one. Speaking of Rose, where is
she?”
“She and Demetri went to change Kyra. About a half hour ago,” I said, arching my brow.
“Oh God,” Bella grumbled as she shot up from her seat. I was
on her heels as we both jogged to the nursery. When we got there, about fifty
diapers were on the floor by Demetri’s feet. Rose was holding a naked Kyra
trying to stop her from crying. The room was filled with the stench of baby
crap. Bella went over and swiped Kyra from Rose’s arms. Rose apologized
profusely and said that she’d never changed a diaper before. Demetri was
standing at the changing table in shock. Covered in piss.
That’s my girl.
I shoved him away and told him to get us an economy sized
pack of diapers. He woodenly nodded and tugged Rose’s shirt.
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