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After answering phone calls, congratulating us, from both of
our parents, friends and family, we finally sat down to eat a late dinner. Edward
had ordered food from Tuscany since he didn’t want to ‘destroy our kitchen on
his first night.’ We ate a delicious meal in the new gazebo. Grace dominated
the conversation, rambling on about our wedding and how she wanted to wear a
princess dress with a tiara and high-heeled shoes.
“Gracie, you’re turning seven in a few weeks,” I snickered.
“You’ll wear flats. Don’t try to grow up too quickly.”
“It’s a trap,” Edward nodded. I looked at him, smiling
softly. I was about to say that, and he just winked at me, his eyes shimmering
under the twinkle lights. He reached over, picking up my left hand. He gently
kissed my knuckles, just above the massive engagement ring that sat on my
finger.
“Momma, Daddy? When are you going to get married?” Grace
asked as she nibbled on her chocolate cake. “Soon, I hope.”
“It’s something that we need to talk about, munchkin,” I
replied.
“We as in all of us?” Grace giggled.
“We as in Edward and me,” I sighed, ruffling her curled
hair. “Now, tell me, how did all of this come to be? New gazebo? Twinkle
lights?”
“The gazebo was a present from your dad, my dad, Emmett,
Jasper and Eric,” Edward replied. “The parts were preassembled, but the five of
us put it together shortly after you left with Rose and Mom. The lights, John
and I had fun hanging them while Grace turned fashionista, picking out our
clothes for the evening.”
“Daddy has a lot of really nice suits! Did you know he
worked for the FBI?” Grace squealed.
“I did, baby girl,” I chuckled.
“Do you miss it?” John asked, looking at Edward.
“At times, yes,” Edward answered honestly. “It was an
amazing experience. I learned a lot, but it forced me to be away from my
family. You, Grace, your momma, my momma, they’re far more important than my
job. I’d rather be with you guys then in Washington D.C.”
“You lived in Washington D.C.?” John whispered. “Did you
like that?”
“I did like it. I lived in Alexandria, in a condo, but it
was cool to work in the nation’s capital. I’d met the president a couple of
times, plus a few members of congress,” Edward said.
“When did you meet the president?” Grace asked, scrambling
off her seat and onto Edward’s lap. “Was he cool?”
“I’d met him early in my career. It was also early in the
president’s career, too,” Edward chuckled. “He’d just been elected and the
task force I was working on had made a huge turn in a major case. We were
recognized by the president for our hard work.”
“Do you have a picture?” I asked.
“Somewhere in my boxes,” he chuckled. “We can’t post them
since a couple of the guys are undercover. We can’t have their covers blown. In
fact, I didn’t even have a Facebook account until a few years ago. Even now,
it’s pretty hard to find me on there, too.”
“I only was able to add you when Emmett friended me. I could
search for your name, but couldn’t friend you unless we had mutual friends,” I
chuckled.
“Speaking of Facebook,” he beamed, taking out his phone. He
tapped a few buttons and nodded triumphantly. “It’s Facebook official. We’re
‘engaged’ according to the social media world.” I rolled my eyes. The kids whooped,
dancing around the table. “Apparently, they’re happy that Facebook knows about
our engagement.”
Grace's present from Edward, a locket
John's present from Edward, a cuff
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