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The rest of our winter break went by quickly. It’s amazing
that during the school year, the days we’re actually in school go by so slowly.
The breaks go by incredibly fast. I wanted to spend more time with my fiancée.
My fiancée.
So happy.
However, if you want to be a teacher, you have to go to
college. As much as I wanted to spend the next eight months with Bella in our
bed, happily ensconced in each other’s arms, it wasn’t a possibility. At least,
we were living together and things could not be going any better in that realm.
Bella was afraid of us getting sick of each other if we lived together, but
that was never the case. We each did our own things when we wanted to. We were
together when we wanted to be. The best part of living together, aside from
Bella’s cooking, was being able to sleep in each other’s arms every night. I
loved that. I slept so poorly while Bella was in Seattle. I was so used to
feeling her against my chest as she slept. I resorted in putting one of her
t-shirts onto a pillow and sleeping on that to try and trick my body that Bella
was with me.
It didn’t work. It lacked her warmth and snuggly nature.
On Saturday evening before school started, almost everyone,
with the exception of Jasper, was back on campus. Bella told everyone to come
to our apartment for some dinner and relaxation before the new semester began.
Rosalie and Alice came over first, carrying a cake. Rose told us that Emmett
was getting some provisions in the form of beer and would be at our apartment
shortly. Bella made some chicken parmesan and pasta for dinner. She set out the
food and told everyone to dig in, buffet style. Emmett buzzed the apartment a
few minutes later. I let him in and gave him a plate. He handed me two cases of
beer for us and handed me some foofy drinks for the girls. I tossed the beer
and the drinks into the fridge. I made myself a plate and sat down in the
living room, on the floor near Bella’s feet. We all ate in comfortable silence,
enjoying Bella’s delicious meal.
“Bella, we may have to make this a weekly tradition,” Emmett
said with a mouthful of pasta.
“What?” she asked as she took a sip of some water.
“Having dinner at the mini-Cullen Castle,” he replied.
“Oh, that’s cool. I like cooking. You okay with that,
Edward?” she asked as she scratched my head. I swallowed my bite of chicken and
nodded, giving her a lopsided smirk.
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