“We’re here, Bella,” Emmett said, poking my arm. I scowled
at my brother and got out of the car, slipping on a patch of black ice. My leg
snarled at me and I was caught by two strong arms.
“You okay there, Stumbelina?” Edward quipped, holding me to
his broad chest.
“Better now,” I smiled, righting myself and gazing up at my
boyfriend. He was wearing a red sweater and a pair of dark gray corduroy pants.
He looked so normal but underneath, I knew he was covered with his tattoos and
was completely badass, with a heart of gold, of course.
“It’s cold out here,” Edward chuckled.
“That’s because it’s winter, jackass,” Emmett snorted,
hefting the bin with the presents out of the back of the Hummer.
Edward rolled his eyes and helped me up the steps to his
parents’ home. It was completely bedecked with Christmas decorations and
smelled like cinnamon and other spices. Esme and Carlisle were waiting in the
foyer, smiling broadly. “Welcome, Bella,” Esme said quietly, hugging me
closely. “How are you doing?”
“I’m fine, thanks,” I blushed, looking up at her. I was
still afraid that she hated me. “Thank you for inviting us into your home for
Christmas.”
“The more the merrier,” Carlisle replied, holding out his
hand. I shook it before giving him a tentative hug.
“Rose, Alice and Jasper are
in the family room, eating me out of house and home.”
“Stop it,” Esme giggled. “You invited them.”
“And if anyone is going to eat you out of house and home,
it’s going to be Emmett,” I joked, pointing to my large brother. “He is a
bottomless pit.”
“Am not!” Emmett bellowed, putting the bin of gifts onto the
floor and glaring at me.
“Emmett, I say this with the utmost respect, but you are,”
Edward said, wrinkling his nose. “I’ve never seen a man eat more food than
you.”
“I’m a growing boy,” Emmett replied, puffing out his chest.
“This takes work, you know?”
“Well, there’s plenty of food,” Esme said, ushering us into
the house and taking our coats.
“Do you need any help, Esme?” I asked, my voice sounding
small and unsure. I may as well get this
over with.
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