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6| His First Love

Some of you are confused as to who is "Lily", "Emi", "Bella",so I would like to tell you that they all are nicknames of Emily that Edward calls her. He never calls her by her full name- Emily.

[Edited on 23 May, 2019]

Emily's POV:

A shrill noise entered my ears and I groaned at the alarm clock.

Okay, I am up!

I shifted uncomfortably in my couch.

Ring ring!

I kicked the alarm clock.

Crash!

I am finally up!

I woke up the next morning, my back aching like a thunderbolt. I practically had to bend double to make it up like the original. I stretched my arms, yawning and scratching my legs.

That's not a girly thing. You are not in your room, Emily.

Wait. I am married. Act like a wife. I nodded to myself. I m a wife. I walked over to Edward's side. He was sprawled over to his side, slight drool on his side cheek, his pillow on the ground doing somersaults and his blanket under his leg.

God, what the hell was he even dreaming about!

I shook my head and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. The fridge was loaded with a lot of ingredients, and I decided to go with butter pancakes and extra veggie omelettes with apple juice because Edward doesn't like oranges.

He was allergic to walnuts. I discarded everything from the fridge Edward didn't like or was allergic to.

I started cooking the preplanned breakfast. The pancakes were fine but I think I put too much oil in the omelette. Edward needed to eat a healthy breakfast. I quickly made some apple juice.

"Hello ma'am, you are up early. I was expecting some post-wedding night symptoms from you," a lady with old burly looks was standing in front of me. She smiled warmly at me.

I looked at her, confused.

"I am Miranda, your housemaid. I was asked to take care of you two. I was the nanny of Edward when he was nine years-"

"Oh, my-my! You are Miranda!" I exclaimed and practically lunged at her.

"I am Emily! Edward's-"

"Oh dear. I know you. Emily. I can't believe it. You two were so small and so adorable, always clinging to each other and fighting. I always thought you loved each other so much," she said, her eyes glistening with tears.

Only if that was ever right!

"Yes. I am so happy to meet you again. You left us so early we thought we would never meet you again," I said remembering the pain we felt when she left her job.

"Don't worry dear. I am here now. And seeing you two married, I couldn't get any happier. Let me help you," she said, coming forward to fry the pancakes.

"Oh no. I want to cook it. I will do it all by myself. Miranda, you are at a tender age, so go and rest. We want you longer here," I said, squeezing her arms.

"I will be outside planting some flowers. Call me if you need me, dear," she said and went outside.

As I was preparing a meal, I felt someone grab my wrist. Reflexively, I grabbed their hand, flipped them on my shoulder and slumped them on the ground.