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-= 12/08/17 =-

-= Bella =-

When Saturday morning finally came around, I was practically welcoming it with a giant sign and four pairs of open arms. The past week had been one of the most chaotic of my life, and I knew that although he didn't complain, Edward wished I didn't sleep every time I had the opportunity.

By the time I woke up, it was ten in the morning. It wasn't very late, but it was a miracle compared to the time I'd usually been waking up for work. Edward was already out of his bed, as I had spent the night at his house again. Sighing, I stretched my stiff muscles before sitting up, my bangs flopping into my eyes. It was definitely becoming time for a trim.

My bare feet stepped onto the plush carpet and I blushed as I remembered how little I was wearing after Edward had managed to convince me to have some couple time with him the night before.

I walked over to his dresser and put on a pair of his boxers and the first t-shirt I found. I didn't need to egg Emmett on if he was going to try to say anything by wearing the same clothes I came over in.

After I decided I was somewhat decent, I went into the bathroom and quickly rinsed my face with cool water and brushed my teeth with the toothbrush I left at his house.

There, perfectly presentable, I thought to myself.

I skipped steps on my way downstairs, curious as to what Edward was up to. I didn't smell any breakfast cooking like I usually did, leading me to wonder if he had woken up a while ago and had already cooked, or if he had just awoken and hadn't gotten around to it yet.

When I entered the kitchen, however, I was surprised to find it completely vacant. There wasn't even a sign that someone had been in there since the previous night. Usually Edward or Emmett would leave a mess on the counter that I would oh-so-graciously clean up for them.

I sighed. Where could everyone be?

Suddenly, something in my peripheral vision caught my eye. Left on the island was a sticky note, and on it, the familiar calligraphy I immediately recognized as Edward's.

𝔅𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞, it read,

ℌ𝔢𝔶, 𝔤𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔬𝔲𝔰. 𝔖𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔶 ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔬𝔨𝔢 𝔲𝔭, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔈𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔯𝔲𝔫 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔲𝔭, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔶 𝔢𝔵𝔥𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 ;)

ℑ'𝔩𝔩 𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔰𝔬𝔬𝔫, ℑ 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲.

- 𝔈𝔡𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔡

As I finished the note, I noticed a rougher handwriting scratched quickly beneath Edward's name.

Hey, Belly! Emmett was here, too!

I laughed softly to myself and pulled the sticky note off the island. I had time to kill, and I was kind of disappointed. How was I going to entertain myself? I practically lived here lately, but it still didn't feel right to pretend I owned the place.

After a few moments of consideration, I made myself a bowl of shredded wheat and sat down on the couch, turning the television on. There was nothing good on, but it kept myself occupied for the time being.

The talkshow host of whatever show was playing on the television started talking about Heartstrings, which honestly didn't surprise me. It was all the buzz lately, everyone excited for it to be released.

I listened to him gush about the books for a couple minutes as I ate in silence. When I finished my cereal, I placed my bowl on the coffee table and laid back on the couch. Before I knew it, I had drifted back to sleep.

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"Bella," I heard someone murmur, and I felt my hair being pulled away from my face. "Bella, get up, love."

My eyes fluttered open to see Edward leaning over me, his hair toned dark with rainwater. His lips turned into my favorite crooked smile when I locked eyes with him, and I felt my own lips turn up in response.

"Hi," I croaked.

He chuckled and helped me sit up before he pulled me into his lap. I looked around and saw Emmett in the kitchen sloppily putting all of the groceries away. I swear I saw him throw a new jar of peanut butter in the refrigerator.

"I believe we have a date with Netflix?" Edward murmured in my ear, and I smiled, nodding.

With another breathtaking smile, he quickly whisked me up to his room.