Back at my apartment, we spent the rest of the time emptying out the bookshelves and packing them up in boxes to be shipped down to Brazil. Jessica and Angela left after that. Becca stayed, slumped over my couch. “My arms are sooooo sore,” she said, smacking at her biceps.
“Mine, too,” I grumbled.
“Well, I’ll think of it this way. My arms will be stacked for the ceremony in a week,” Becca giggled. “I got the most beautiful dress.” She described it. Her dress sounded elegant and understated, but conservative like Becca preferred. As she was talking about her gown, my phone rang. It was Edward.
“Can I take this?”
“Sure. Do you mind if I just hang? Daniel is working a double so we can go to your wedding. I don’t want to go home and sit in an empty apartment,” she blushed.
“Why you…” I trailed off. “We’re so continuing this conversation.” Swiping my phone, I walked into the bedroom. “Hey, Edward,” I breathed.
“Gorgeous girl,” he said tiredly. “I’m sorry I didn’t call sooner. I’m at the hospital with Emmett and the family. Rosalie and her baby girl are doing wonderfully.”
“She had a girl?” I smiled. “That’s great news! What’s her name?”
“Caitlyn Elaine Cullen,” Edward answered. “She looks like Rose, but with Emmett’s hair. It’s thick and black. But, she’s so beautiful.”
“Have you held her, Edward?” I asked.
“Yeah. I was so afraid I was going to drop her, but then she opened her eyes and cooed. I’m in love,” he chuckled. Then he sighed. “I’m sorry that I haven’t called recently. Things have been kind of chaotic recently.”
“Yes and no. I’ve got some news about James/Jimmy/Asstard,” Edward grumbled. “He’s been down in Brazil, hanging with his sister, Victoria.”
“No,” I gasped. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Wish I wasn’t, love,” he said, his voice sounding terse. “Anyhow, long story short, my villa on the island is a pile of ashes thanks to their need for revenge. Zafrina got them onto the island and torched my place.”
“Edward, are you alright? You’re not hurt, are you?” I asked, my heart stammering against my chest. I was so pissed off about the damn award ceremony and he could have died. I’m a fucking moron.
“Bella, gorgeous, I’m fine,” he soothed. “I’ve been staying in crew quarters since we were using my villa as one of the luxury villas on the island. The villa, as I said, is now ashes. Nothing was salvageable.”
“Where are we going to live after the wedding?” I whimpered. “I assumed that…”
“I’ve got something in the works,” Edward said cryptically. “Things have to move up significantly, but trust me, Bella.”