Falling for a Dark Soul

Chapter Twelve

Disclaimer: None of this mine, nor do I claim to be Stephenie Meyer. I just like to dabble in the playground that she created with Bella, Edward and her Twilight characters. No copyright infringement is intended.

Up next will be the first date. A couple of weeks ago, I posted a poll in my group in which POV you preferred the first date. So, the next chapter will be in that POV. We'll also start building those new traditions.

Chapter Twelve

Edward

I was standing outside of my parents' home. I was holding a bouquet for my mom and a bottle of Macallan's for my dad. Sam was wriggling next to me, anxious to get some loving from his doggy grandparents. I rang the doorbell with my elbow. My father opened the door, giving me a smile. "You know, we've told you that you don't need to ring the doorbell, Edward," he chided. "This is and will always be your home."

"Well, I did it for a reason. I had no free hands," I said, handing him the bottle. "Happy Thanksgiving, Dad."

"Thank you for this," he laughed, taking the bottle and Sam's leash. I stepped through the door, shifting the bouquet to my other arm as I took off my coat. "I was hoping to meet Bella today."

"Mom told you?" I groaned.

"She said that you had met someone. Someone very special," Carlisle shrugged but a smile ghosted over his lips. He put the bottle into the bar in the living room. He poured us both a glass, handing me one. "She also said that you were extending an invitation ..."

"I did extend the invitation, but Bella and her sister are spending the holiday with one of my team leaders," I explained. "Their plans were made over the weekend I came to visit Mom while you were working." I pet Sam as I moved further into the house. "I am, however, going out with Bella tomorrow."

"You are?" Esme asked, scurrying out of the kitchen and into foyer.

"Here, Mom. Flowers," I grinned, thrusting the bouquet toward her.

"They're lovely. You have a date?" she breathed, dragging me into the kitchen.

"Here we go," Carlisle snorted, following us.

"Hush, Carlisle," Esme chided, gently slapping his arm. "What are you doing? Where are you going? Are you bringing flowers?"

"Mom, you need to breathe," I snickered. "I have things planned. Bella's still new to the city. So, I wanted to show her around and immerse her in Chicago culture."

"Well, what are you doing?" Esme asked.

"That's for me to know and for Bella to find out," I smirked.

"Are you going to take her out to eat?" Esme questioned. "What about her sister? Is Katie coming with you?"

"What I have planned would work if we have Katie with us, but I did express my hope that I wanted to spend time with just Bella," I explained. "Regardless of who's going, I know it will be a perfect day. Or, at least, that's my hope."

"Do you have a picture of Bella?" Carlisle asked. "I've heard a lot about her from your mom and I feel like I know her. But, she's just a figment of my imagination."

I pulled out my phone as my mother gave Sam his requisite treats from her. I showed him the picture from the Halloween party and the other one from when we spent the day cooking. "The little girl is Katie. She's Bella sister."

"They're both beautiful," Carlisle mused. "The picture from the party, you almost look like a family."

"I wouldn't go that far, Dad," I sighed.