I spent most of the next two days with my mom since she had a red eye flight right after my birthday. Each night, I cooked dinner for Renee, Charlie and myself. Both were hopeless in thekitchen, and I was determined to feed them at the same time. I would have preferred to escape tothe Cullen’s instead of being involved in a twisted
Leave it to Beaver
scene at the dinner table, but I knew that I was a needed buffer between my parents. Otherwise, they both would haveeaten in their rooms like fighting siblings. And they were better than that.Before bed, I would watch a movie with Edward and a few members of his family at their house.And each morning, Esme brought me French toast from in town. I told her that I didn’t mindcold cereal, but she waved me off. So I smiled and thanked her. Because that is what a gracious person is supposed to do, and I was determined to be one lately. Now it was the night before my birthday, and I was the opposite of peaceful. I guessed that it wasabout 2 a.m., but was too frustrated and stubborn to glance at the old-fashioned clock on his newnightstand.
Yeah, like the clock fears my rebellious apathy.
Edward’s whole family was hunting in preparation of so many non-vampires coming over tomorrow, so we had been alone for a few hours already. Sadly, I had wasted them staring out thewindow at the darkened forest.“Is something wrong, love?”I shook my head against his chest. “I just can’t sleep.”“Nervous about the party?” he offered.“Maybe,” I sighed.I got nervous whenever I was the center of attention. And honestly, I was a little concerned aboutthe Cullens playing host. What if something went wrong in their charade and their abnormalitieswere brought to light? I was also worried about some of the guests clashing. There were just toomany invitations for disaster.“Alice is really thankful that you’re giving a birthday party another go.”I sighed again at the reminder of last year. Trust Alice to blame any freak accident on her hostingcapabilities.“She probably thinks roses are cursed, now,” I only half-joked. “That explains all the sunflowersand orchids downstairs.”“I think she’s hoping to drown out the
smell, actually,” he chuckled.“Hey!” I protested, resisting smacking his chest and breaking my hand.“I don’t even know if he’s coming,” I said in a softer voice. I hated how forlorn I sounded to myown ears. Edward didn’t seem too concerned, at least.“Yeah, Aubrey’s got him on quite a short..leash.” He was unable to keep a straight face at the