Growing More

Chapter 29

Bella's POV:

The following day, I was eating cereal and Edward was still sleeping when the doorbell rang.

"I got it!" I yelled, skipping over to the door. A man in an odd-looking suit was holding a cake box.

"Delivery for miss. Swan?" he said, reading the name on his papers.

"That's me!" I smiled, taking the cake box from him. "Thank you!"

"You're welcome, have a great day," The man smiled.

"You too," I said as I shut the door on his retreating figure.

I walked over to the kitchen counter and placed the box on it. I carefully cut the tape off and opened the box.

In the box was a rectangular marble cake with chocolate icing, with the words 'Happy 17th, Edward!' written in light blue cursive icing.

I smiled - this was exactly what I ordered - and made a mental note to use this cake company more often.

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and I quickly shut the box and stuffed it in the microwave.

Edward walked in yawning, his beautiful messy hair in an even more unorganized disarray than normal.

"Hey," I smiled. He smiled back immediately.

"Hey," he croaked.

"You hungry?" I asked looking around to see what I could feed him.

"It's okay, I got it." He walked up to me and took me by the waist, gently pushing me to the side.

He took out a frying pan from the cupboard and placed it on the stove and turned the burner on medium.

I tossed him the Pam, and he sprayed the pan with it before tossing it back to me.

"You know I can do that," I muttered as he cracked two eggs onto the sizzling pan.

"I know you can, but I want to make breakfast for you."

"What if I already ate?"

"Did you?"

"No,"

"Then let me cook before I burn the house down."

I rolled my eyes and walked over to the living room, jumping down onto the couch and turning on the television.

"Morning, Bella!" Rosalie and Emmett called as they came out from the gameroom.

"We're you guys playing all night?" I asked incredulously.

"Nah, we fell asleep at around 3:00 am." Emmett said, sitting down next to me.

"You guys are ridiculous," I sighed, changing the channel on the TV.

"I SMELL FOOD." Emmett announced loudly, running to the kitchen. I giggled to myself.

Suddenly Jasper came tumbling down the stairs with a worn-out book in his hand and his shirt buttoned out of order.

"I SMELL FOOD," He announced and dropped the book, stumbling for the kitchen.

"Wow," I scoffed as I watched the boys hound Edward.

Suddenly, a loud, sharp, piercing whistle sounded.

All noise stopped and everyone's heads turned to look at a distressed Pixie standing on the staircase.

"Shut. The. Hell. Up." She snarled at us all, and I snorted back my laughter. She glared at me.

"If you must be retards, kindly do it quietly," she growled before turning around and stomping up the stairs.