E POV
"Edward!" Carlisle calls through the door. "Wake up son!"
I groan, it's a Sunday. I should be sleeping in until noon. I peek out from under the sheets, it's just past 8.
"Not now, Need more sleep!" I shout back.
"I'm coming in." Carlisle warns. I don't know why he bothers. I don't sleep in the nude, not with Emmett in the house. I never know when he's going to bust in trying to pull a prank.
Carlisle opens the door and stands in the frame. "Your mother needs you to get up. She needs you to help take some stuff over to the Swans."
"Be down in ten." I leap out of bed.
I shower, clothe and grab a protein bar. Mom and Alice are already awake and cheery-eyed, damn morning birds.
"Morning dear." Mom greets as I enter the kitchen.
"Mornin'" I grumble.
"We got her Gentle Wave, kind of a lightish blue, Winter Delta, this creamy chocolate and a darker blue called Homecoming blue paint. We also found a matching area rug, bed set and some organizers and wall art." Alice brags. "That furniture that we're taking over is going to be perfect. I saw her room and it was in desperate need of some paint and her furniture was falling apart, literally. I think her bookshelf was only being held together because of how many books were crammed in that thing."
"Oh goodie!" Mom claps. "I've been itching to do some remodeling. I was contemplating redoing the theatre room because I was so desperate."
"Morning gorgeous." Carlisle walks in and greets mom. He strolls over to her, lays a kiss on her lips that pushes the limits of a PG-13 movie and smiles. He grabs a cup of coffee and leans against the counter.
"Well," Mom collects herself as she announces. "If everyone is here, we might as well get to work. The furniture is already in the garage under the sheets, we just have to load it into Emmett's Dodge."
We all head out to the garage, Carlisle and I do the heavy lifting, which is fairly easy because the desk and bookcase are made of light wood. Carlisle hops in the driver seat of the Dodge and I hop in the passenger. Mom and Alice are following us in Alice's Bug.
We immediately unload the furniture upon arriving at Bella's house. We get to the open door with the bookcase.
"Hey Bella." I smile and wink as we head through the door with the awkward-to-carry-because-of-its-length bookcase.
"Hi." she waves, still with sleep in her eyes and voice. She's not a morning person either I guess. "Up the stairs last door on the left." She directs.
We manage to get the bookcase up without hitting the walls. Wow, Alice couldn't have been more right about her room. The neutral yellow color that mothers paint babies walls is faded and chipping. Her bookcase is trying to mimic the Leaning Tower of Pisa and her desk is tiny. She had packed up most of her room and moved things around so that we could get to work right away.
"Ok!" Esme starts, "First things first, get rid of the bookcase and desk."
When we try to lift the bookcase it falls apart into slats of wood on the floor. Well, good thing she got an upgrade. We take the bookcase out in pieces and put it onto Charlie's wood pile outside. Might as well burn it since it's good for no other reason. The desk is taken downstairs and left out by the trashcan on the curb for the trash collector to dispose of.
When we get back upstairs with the new desk we are directed to leave it in the hallway. Mom and Alice have lost no time in our absence. They have the whole room taped and are now laying down plastic sheets to catch spills.
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