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"Rosalie would never embarrass Esme by displaying such a lack of hospitality."
"Oh course not," Blondie said in a sugar-sweet voice that I immediately distrusted. She got up and breezed out of the room.
Edward sighed.
"You'd tell me if she poisoned it, right?" I asked.
"Yes," Edward promised.
And for some reason I believed him.
There was a lot of banging in the kitchen, and-- weirdly-- the sound of metal protesting as it was abused. Edward sighed again, but smiled just a little, too. Then Rosalie was back before I could think much more about it. With a pleased smirk, she set a silver bowl on the floor next to me.
"Enjoy, mongrel."
It had once probably been a big mixing bowl, but she'd bent the bowl back in on itself until it was shaped almost exactly like a dog dish. I had to be impressed with her quick craftsmanship. And her attention to detail. She'd scratched the word Fido into the side. Excellent handwriting.
Beause the food looked pretty good-- steak, no less, and a big baked poato with all the fixings-- I told her, "Thanks Blondie."
When I was finished-- though I was considering licking the bowl, just to give Rosalie something to complain about-- I felt Bella's cold fingers pulling softly through my hair. She patted it down against the back of my neck.
The baby, the baby. Like that was all that mattered. Bella's life was a minor detail to her--easy to blow off.
Edward's face went white as snow. His hands curved into claws. Totally egotistical and indifferent, Rosalie twisted in her chair so that her back was to him. He leaned forward, shifting into a crouch.
Allow me, I suggested.
He paused, raising one eyebrow.
Silently, I lifted my doggy bowl off the floor. Then, with a quick, powerful flip of my wrist, I threw it into the back of Blondie's head so hard that--with an earsplitting bang-- it smashed flat before it ricocheted across the room and snapped the round top piece off the thick newel post at the foot of the stairs.
Bella twitched but didn't wake up.
"Dumb blonde," I muttered.
Rosaile turned her head slowly, and her eyes were blazing.
"YOU. GOT. FOOD. IN. MY. HAIR."
That did it.
I busted up. I pulled away from Bella so that I wouldn't shake her, and laughed so hard that tears ran down my face. From behide the couch, I heard Alice's tinkling laugh join in.
Alice make a face. "Edward's going to end up ripping Rose into small pieces, I think. I'm surprised she doesn't see that. Or maybe she thinks Emmett will be able to stop him."
"I'll take Emmett," I offered. "You can help Edward with the ripping part."
Alice half-smiled.
~Bella's Story~
All the embarrassing comments he'd made in front of my father sounded in my ears again, and it was probably a good thing I was holding Renesmee. Unable to help my reaction entirely, I snarled under my breath.
"Oooo, scary," Emmett laughed.
I hissed, and Renesmee stirred in my arms. She blinked a few times, then looked around, expression confused. She sniffed, than reached for my face.
"Charlie will be back tomorrow," I assured her.
"Excellent," Emmett said. Rosalie laughed with him this time.
"Not brilliant, Emmett," Edward said scornfully, holding out his hands to take Renesmee from me. He winked when I hesitated, and so, a little confused, I gave her to him.
"What do you mean?" Emmett demanded.
"It's a little dense, don't you think, to antagonize the stronngest vampire in the house?"
Emmett threw his head back
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