REDO

"Bel-LA! Get your ass down here NOW!"

I sighed. Another day, another 24 hours of hell. I pulled on my sweater and (very carefully) made my way downstairs.

Edward was waiting.

He stood in the kitchen, behind the counter. His jaw was clenched, his nostrils flared, and his arms were crossed over his chest with his fists tightly clenched.

Edward… my husband.

I just stood there. Watching. Waiting.