JPOV
I sat behind my computer, trying desperately to get some work done before having to leave for swimming class. I drummed my fingers on the table as my thoughts once again strayed from the screen in front of me and the assignment I should be working on. Instead, my thoughts kept drifting back to the night Rose and I made dinner for Edward the week before.
I smiled as I recalled what Rose had said before leaving that night: “You let me know when you want the boy eating out of your lap and we will pull out all the stops.” There was no way in hell I was telling her that her kick-ass cooking skills wouldn’t be necessary anymore. Then again…. if that’s the reaction I get for one of her ‘weekday’ dinners, I wonder just what kind of response I could expect from Edward if Rose were to pull out all the stops. That thought certainly had its merits.