Edward smiled crookedly and turned to the next blank page in my journal. “Why don’t you fix us some breakfast and I’ll write you your note, okay?”
“Kay,” I said as I got up out of the bed. “Any preferences?”
“Food,” he said with a shrug. “I’m a guy. I’m like a human garbage disposal. I’ll eat anything. Except calamari. That shit tastes like deep fried rubber bands. Blech.”
“Duly noted,” I said as I headed into the kitchen. I made some coffee and decided to make some hangover food for everyone. I was fine since I stopped drinking early but I just knew that Angela was going to be feeling it today and Ben, he was probably sore from all of the sexing he got last night. I made eggs, sausage, bacon and hash browns. As I cooked, Ben came out of Angela’s room, walking like a zombie.
“FOOD!” he bellowed.
“You’re such a guy, Ben,” I snorted as I dished him a plate. “Does your other half want something?”
“No. She’s too busy worshiping the porcelain god right now,” Ben said as he plopped down at the kitchen table. “Are you alone?” Ben waggled his brows.
“No. Edward’s in my room,” I blushed.
“So, are you two ‘official’ or something?” Ben asked, digging into his breakfast.
“I think so. We were kind of talking about it when he asked for some breakfast,” I chuckled.
“Bella? Do you have any scrubs here?” Edward called from my bedroom. “I really don’t want to wear my dress clothes.”
“Hold on,” I said. “Can you mind the eggs while I get some scrubs for him?”
“Sure, Bella,” Ben smiled as he hopped up to man my spot at the stove. I headed back into my bedroom and went into the dresser that was still pretty empty. However, I did have a pair of scrubs from the hospital in there that I swiped a few weeks back that was in my messenger bag. I handed Edward the scrubs and he smiled gratefully.
“I have an extra toothbrush in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, too,” I said as I smiled shyly at him.
“Thanks, sweet girl,” he said as he kissed my cheek. “I left you a note. Read it after I go, okay?”
I blinked and nodded at him.