Jacob, while being an impulsive, domineering asshole, had
the patience of a saint. I just knew that he was waiting for the right moment
to get us while we were least expecting it. My fear was that he would hurt one
of my children in order to get to me. I would die for my babies and do anything
to ensure their safety, even if it meant going into the clutches of a madman. I
prayed it didn’t come to that.
“Gorgeous, it’s a beautiful day and I don’t like the scowl
you have on your face,” Edward said, poking at my cheek.
“Sorry, just thinking about the mongrel,” I replied.
“He doesn’t exist here,” Edward said, dragging me to the
lion exhibit. “Jacob Black is merely a figment of our imagination and has no
place here in New Orleans or on our vacation. Do I need to take you into one of
the bathrooms and fuck some common sense into you?”
“Edward, we’d scare young children or become one of the
exhibits,” I snorted. “I don’t want us to be on display, ‘Nerds Fucking in
their Native Habitat.’”
“Geeks, Bella. We’re geeks,” he sighed, tugging me to his
side. “And the bathroom wouldn’t be our native habitat. That’s our bedroom,
baby.”
“What about the piano?” I snickered.
Edward growled, kissing at my neck as I squealed. Dancing
out of his arms, I gave him the ‘mom eyebrow’ and pointed at him, demanding
that he behave himself. Holding up his hands, he laughed heartily as we
continued our exploration of the zoo. We took pictures and just hung out until
Ricky sent us a text, reminding us about the Mardi Gras museum and their hours
on Saturdays. Stopping in the gift shop on the way out, we ended up buying some
trinkets for the kids, t-shirts, key chains and some stuffed animals before
getting into the car, driving to the museum.
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