As soon as Edward left, I felt lost. I really wanted him to spend the night with me. I’d gotten so used to waking up, curled in his arms.
“Bella, I have something that you need to sign,” Katie said, skipping to me and handing me a form. “We’re going to the Field Museum. Can you be a … what’s the word?”
“A chaperone,” I supplied, reading the information on the paper. “While I read this, go upstairs and get ready for bed, Kit Kat. We have to leave early because the roads are still bad from the snow storm.”
“Kay,” she nodded, running up the stairs like a herd of elephants.
I read the form. It would be an all-day affair, combining with the afternoon class. I signed the permission form and said that I’d chaperone. I marked down the date for the trip on my calendar and put the form into Katie’s backpack before going upstairs with my bag. I put it in my room before walking to Katie’s bedroom. She was snuggled in her bed, idly turning the pages of a new book. “What’s that, Kit Kat?”
“A book from Nana Esme,” she answered. “We went to a new bookstore and we got a bunch of books. Can you read this to me, Bella?”
“Sure, Kit Kat,” I smiled. She curled up next to me, holding the stuffed dog that Edward had given her when she was sick. I kissed her forehead, reading the story to my sister. I was barely through the book when I heard her soft snores. I hugged her for a few moments before getting up and tucking her into her bed.
Leaving the nightlight on, I walked to my bedroom and sighed deeply. I unpacked my clothes and tossed them into the hamper. I sat down on the bed, holding a shirt that I pilfered from Edward. I inhaled deeply, smelling his cologne. “I’m sleeping in this,” I muttered to myself.
I carried the shirt and a fresh pair of panties into my bathroom. I stripped out of my clothes, feeling the discomfort from a lot of sex. After a momentary debate, I decided to take a bath to relax my muscles and soothe my barking girly bits. When I was done with my bath, I took a quick shower to wash my hair.
I finished my night time rituals, padding back to my bedroom. Climbing into bed, I picked up my cell phone. I had a picture text message from Edward. He was sitting on his bed, scowling at Sam. My bed mate is now furry and smells like dog treats. He’s in desperate need of bath. I’d rather have you … someone soft and smelling like strawberries and vanilla. I love you, angel.
I dialed him, setting back into my pillows. “Should I be jealous of Sam?” I quipped.
“Pssh, no,” he grumped. “I just wish I could have stayed, angel.”
“I understand why you couldn’t,” I said. “I did steal your dress shirt from that night when we made love the first time. I can still smell your cologne. It makes me feel closer to you, even then you’re cuddled up with a four-legged fur child. I suppose I can share you with Sam. Now, despite being in separate beds, are you happy that you’re home?”
“I am,” he answered. “The bed in the hotel was nice, but being in your own bed? It’s heavenly. If only I could have a day to recuperate from traveling.”
“You are the boss,” I giggled. “You could take the day.”
“Tempting, angel. But, with the snow storm and the extended stay in New York, I have a lot of work to do. Several meetings that had to be rescheduled and a shit ton of emails to catch up on. I could have done it on Tuesday and this morning, but my attention was on something far more enticing than work.”
“I don’t even want to look at my inbox,” I groaned. “I did some work on Tuesday, but I avoided opening my email.” I yawned and stretched my body. “I’m more tired than I expected.”
“I’ll let you go, angel. I wanted you to send you a message before I crashed,” he said. “I love you, Bella.”
“I love you, too, Edward. I’ll see you tomorrow?” I asked.
“Definitely, angel,” he cooed. “Sleep well.”
Hanging up the phone, I set my alarm and curled around my pillow. Within moments, I was down for the count and my dreams replayed the most wonderful weekend I’d experienced in my entire life.
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