Love poems (Leah Clearwater story)

Chapter 10 ~ Sunday Roast

Vivienne woke up with a start, the remnants of her restless dreams still lingering in her mind. She reached for her phone on the nightstand and glanced at the time – it was already past noon. Feeling a mix of guilt for sleeping in and curiosity about the day ahead, she sat up in bed and grabbed her favorite poetry book from the bedside table.

The familiar verses provided a comforting refuge, their words weaving a tapestry of emotions that resonated deeply with Vivienne. Lost in the beauty of the lines, she found solace and a sense of grounding amidst the uncertainty swirling in her thoughts.

As she immersed herself in poetry, the hours slipped away unnoticed. It wasn't until the door burst open that Vivienne was jolted back to reality. Embry stood in the doorway, his usual grin lighting up his face.

"What's a Sunday roast?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement.

Vivienne blinked, momentarily caught off guard by Embry's sudden entrance and question. She closed her book gently and set it aside, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Embry, it's a traditional British meal. Roast beef, Yorkshire pudding, roasted vegetables... It's kind of a big deal back in England."

Embry's eyes widened with interest. "That sounds amazing! Tiffany said she wanted to try making one today. Want to join us?"

Vivienne considered his invitation, grateful for the distraction and the chance to spend time with Embry and Tiffany. "Sure, why not? I'd love to see how it turns out."

Embry grinned. "Great! Come on, let's head down before Tiffany burns the kitchen down."

Chuckling softly, Vivienne followed Embry downstairs to the kitchen. The savory aroma of roasting meat and vegetables greeted them as they entered. Tiffany was bustling about, checking on the oven and preparing side dishes.

"Hey, Vivienne!" Tiffany greeted her warmly. "Glad you could join us. I hope you're hungry."

Vivienne nodded with a smile. "Definitely. It smells delicious in here."

As they waited for the roast to finish cooking, Vivienne helped set the table and chatted with Embry and Tiffany about their plans for the week. The tension from earlier began to ease, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and warmth.

When the Sunday roast was finally ready, they gathered around the table and dug in. Vivienne savored each bite, the flavors reminding her of home and simpler times. She glanced around at Embry and Tiffany, feeling grateful for their kindness and the sense of belonging they had extended to her since she arrived in La Push.

As they shared stories and laughter over the meal, Vivienne felt a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, she could find happiness and peace in this new chapter of her life. The uncertainty about meeting Harriet lingered in the background, but for now, she chose to embrace the present moment – surrounded by friends who cared and a future that held promise.

With a contented sigh, Vivienne raised her glass in a silent toast, silently thanking fate for leading her to this unexpected place of warmth and acceptance.

Vivienne was sitting in her room later that evening, her thoughts still lingering on the pleasant Sunday roast she had shared with Embry and Tiffany. The events of the day had brought her a sense of comfort and normalcy amidst the swirling uncertainties in her life.

Just as she was about to pick up her poetry book again, her phone buzzed with an incoming call. She glanced at the screen and her heart skipped a beat when she saw Leah's name displayed.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Vivienne answered the call. "Hey, Leah," she greeted, trying to keep her voice casual despite the sudden rush of nerves.