A Fresh Start

The Announcement

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Chapter 42: The Announcement

Friday went by uneventfully. I didn't hear anything about the interview. I probably won't until they announce that Franklin Bendis or William Tuner got the job. It sure as hell wasn't going to be me. I spent Friday evening with Alice, Esme and EJ. Edward had to work an overnight and Carlisle was at a medical conference. We just spent the evening watching the DVD of our wedding pictures. I also uploaded them onto the website that Alice set up for Edward and I. I also ordered several pictures for our home.

I went into the guest house after Alice took EJ home. Esme gave me a hug as I left the main house. I showered and crawled into the sheets. I fell asleep quickly and slept hard. I didn't move when Edward came in around five in the morning. I didn't move when he got up around ten. I was down for the count.

I finally woke up around noon. To the smell of bacon and pancakes. "God, you were so dead to the world," Edward chuckled. "If it weren't for the snoring, I'd think you were in a coma."

"I do not snore," I said, my voice thick from disuse.

"Um, recently you do," Edward laughed. I flipped him off and rubbed my eyes. "Breakfast, my lady." He put a tray of food over my legs. I took all of the bacon and handed it to him. "No bacon?"

"The smell is a bit nauseating," I said wrinkling my nose. "It's all you, Dr. Masen."

Edward shoved a few strips of bacon into his mouth. "Hmmm, delicious," he proclaimed with his mouth full.

"Attractive, Edward."

"You love me," he quipped.

"I suppose I do," I sighed. I tuck into my pancakes and managed to clean my plate. "How was work?"

"Boring. I spent most of my time in my office playing catch up and filling out paperwork. Not my idea of a fun overnight. I'd rather they be busy. I was falling asleep at my computer."

"Sorry, love," I frowned. "So, what's on tap for today?"

"Well, we're seeing those houses today and possibly putting in an offer," Edward said. "We're meeting the realtor at 2."

"I'm going to call Charlie and Sue, then I'll hop in the shower."

"Telling them about Bean?" Edward asked.

"Yep and I'm asking Charlie about my FOID card," I said.

"FOID card?" Edward asked.

"I can carry a firearm in Washington. I have this sneaking suspicion that something is going to happen. Charlie can tell me if it's transferable," I said.

"You can shoot a gun. A gun?" Edward squeaked.

"I'm damn good shot. Remember, my dad is a police chief. He taught his daughter how to shoot a gun and proper gun safety," I teased. "I have a revolver in the house. In the safe."