“Damn it,” Bella barked, cradling her wrist. She scowled at
the shattered casserole dish that now lay strewn on the floor. Her wrist was
still very weak. She’d forgotten that when she went to pick up the cheesy
potatoes to put them in the fridge for Christmas Day.
“Are you okay?” Edward asked, running into the kitchen. He
was wearing nothing but a towel, holding it at his hip, but had heard the crash
of the dish just after he hopped out of the shower.
“I’m fine, but the Pyrex bit the dust,” Bella sighed,
massaging her injured wrist.
“Your wrist again?” Edward murmured, wrapping the towel
around his waist and maneuvering her wrist tenderly. Bella whimpered when he
pushed in a circular motion, and again when he asked her to grip his hand.
“Where’s your brace, Bella?”
“Upstairs. I thought I could handle putting this together
and into the fridge,” Bella pouted. “Apparently not.” He pulled on her hand and
she yelped. “Fuck!”
“Sorry, sweetness,” he frowned. “We may need to call your
orthopedic surgeon. Your wrist should be showing more improvement by now. Have
you been doing your exercises?” Bella nodded. Edward swiped an icepack from the
freezer. “Go upstairs and put on your brace, wrapping it with the icepack. I’m
going to clean this up.”
“I can clean up my own mess,” she said petulantly, pouting
adorably.
“Bella, please?” Edward pleaded. With a sigh, she carefully
stepped over the casserole mess. Edward quickly cleaned it up, tossing the plate
and food into the garbage can. He knew he’d have to clean the floor, but that
would have to wait until he was dressed and had on shoes. Going back upstairs,
he checked on the twins and told them to steer clear of the kitchen. They were
too drawn into their television show to even notice the crash downstairs.
“Offspring, please respond to what your father has said,” Edward deadpanned,
snapping his fingers.
“No kitchen. Got it,” Liam said. “We’re into this, Dad. Go
put some clothes on. The towel look is a bit, I don’t know, gross. You’re a
dad.”
Rolling his eyes, he left them and checked on Bella. Her
wrist was back in its brace, with the ice around it. “Keep that on while I finish
my shower, Bella.” She nodded, her eyes red and puffy from crying. He frowned,
walking over to her. “What is it, sweetness?”
“I’m just feeling very, very useless,” she said, giving him
a watery smile. “I can’t do anything, really, in the kitchen. The one thing I thought I could handle … yeah, didn’t
happen. I made a mess and we won’t have any side dish for Christmas Day.”
“Please, don’t stress out. I can whip something up,” he
murmured, cupping her face with his hands. “You ice your wrist and I’ll be out
in ten minutes.”
“Probably longer. You have to shave,” Bella sniffled, her left
hand trailing down his scruffy cheek. “Esme wanted to take a family photograph
today. Remember?”
“Crap,” he muttered. “It’s the holidays and I love spending
time with our family, but I really want to crawl into bed with you and curl
up.” Though, his plans were going to be put into motion today, while opening
their one requisite Christmas present after dinner. The rest of their gifts
were going to be opened on Christmas Day, but one gift was meant to be opened
on Christmas Eve. That present was going to be a combination gift from the
twins and himself, with a framed document with adoption papers for the twins,
along with the necklace the twins had designed with Guy.
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