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A/N : I know it's been a while since I uploaded, i sincerely apolygise. Exams etc got on top of me and i had literally no spare time. Forgive me?

Chapter 10

Making the Headlines and Laying Low

I picked up the magazine, the picture of the two of us walking together down the street plastered across the front with the large title reading:

'EDWARD HAS NEW GF DAYS AFTER HE AND TANYA SPLIT!'

Even though I knew to expect it, I was still quite shocked. No wonder Edward had been concerned about what would happen after yesterday. As I scanned the rest of the magazine rack, I could see that the majority of headlines were the same.

'Edward's new woman…'

'Edward rebounds after Tanya.'

'Londoner caught Edward's eye!'

I sighed. I wasn't really overwhelmed by it, as I was expecting this…but I wasn't happy about it. Not so much for me but for Edward. He deserved some privacy and recently, he had none. I guess I would have to try and act rather unaffected by it so that Edward wouldn't be too upset. I picked up a couple of the magazines and paid quickly before heading back to the house.

"Bella? Is that you?" I heard Esme call from the living room.

"Yes. I just popped out for some magazines from the corner shop," I called back, hanging up my coat and taking off my shoes before heading in to see her. Edward was sprawled out on one of the chairs watching 'The Office' re-runs.

"Hey you two…look at these" I said, placing the magazines down on the coffee table for them both to see. Esme picked one up first and read the title aloud.

"Oh Honey! Are you alright?" she asked me, before looking over at Edward worryingly.

"Yes I'm fine. I expected it really after the pictures were taken yesterday. It's Edward I'm worried about," I said looking at him too. He had been flicking through all the magazines while we'd been talking.

"I can't believe this! Not one ounce of privacy…not even here at home, I'm sorry Bella" he sighed, looking apologetic.

"Listen, this is not your fault okay? This is just what I'll have to get used to now I live here with your family. Honestly I don't mind…too much anyways" I gave him a small smile.

"It's not the point! You should be able to walk down the street without your picture being taken! If they would just leave me alone for five minutes…"

I walked over and rested a hand on his shoulder, interrupting his rant. He sighed again and gave me a small smile before looking back down at the magazines.

"We'll have to lay low for a little while, just until this blows over. A day or two tops, is that okay?" he asked me.

"Perfectly fine. I was going to stay in anyways. The weather's definitely worse today. I won't be surprised if it snows soon…"

"Okay then," he placed the magazines back on the coffee table. I turned to look at Esme, only to find she was looking at us with a knowing smile. I returned it with a confused look but she shook her head as if to say 'It doesn't matter'. Weird.

"Do you want me to make you two lunch before I head out to work. I can make you some toasted sandwiches?" she asked.

"Yes please" we both answered. We both chuckled again at the fact that it was the second time we'd done that. It was a little disturbing.

"Cheese and ham?" she asked again, already knowing the answer before we both nodded our heads. She left for the kitchen and I sank down into another chair, watching 'The Simpsons' which had just started on the TV. We sat in a comfortable silence until Esme returned with out toasted sandwiches.

"Here you go, I'm heading out now, I'll be back around 8 so you'll have to make your own dinner. And a word of advice Bella…"

"Yes?"

"Don't let Edward cook!" she chuckled.

"Hey! I'm getting much better actually" he whined, making all of us laugh more.

"Bye see you later" she said while walking out the door.

"Bye"

"'Tra" I called after her.

"What was that you just said?" Edward asked turning to me in his chair.

What?" I asked, confused.

"'Tra?" he asked.

"Oh yeah! It's the way some people in Wales say goodbye"

"Oh right, sometimes I forget you not from around here…"

"What? You seriously don't notice my Welsh accent?"

"Well yes I do, but, I don't know, I guess I just got used to it in the past couple of days. Although there still are some words you say that take me off guard. It's good…I like it" He gave me the crooked smile.

"Good. I'm glad. It'd be tough if you didn't like it, seen as I can't change it like you can"

"I don't know what you mean" he said in a perfect American accent, which made us both giggle.

After a while of mindlessly watching re-runs of old comedies, Edward switched off the television and dug around in the TV cabinet before pulling out Scrabble.

"Fancy a game?" he asked setting it up on the table and sitting on the floor on the opposite side.

"Sure, why not?" I said smiling at him while sitting down on the opposite side of the table.

LOFLUUS. What word could I make with that?

I placed down the word SOULFUL which used all my letters. I grinned proudly at Edward, who smirked back and placed down his word. We played for a couple of hours, chuckling when we couldn't think of a good word and ended up placing down the word BEE or something equally as short.

We were almost to the end of our second game when Edward's stomach rumbled. I realised that it was quite late and so I suggested we should make dinner. We made our way into the kitchen and Edward sat down at the breakfast bar while I searched through the fridge for something to make. There were chicken breasts and onions and in the cupboards I found korma sauce and rice, so I set to work making a curry.

"Can you come and cut these onions for me? I always cry when I do them…"

"Are you sure you want to let me help, you know what my mother said…"

I chuckled "Yes of course, get over here!"

He jumped up from his seat and started to cut the onions clumsily. Not bothering to make the slices the same size. I just rolled my eyes and added the chicken to the frying pan along with the onions. It felt oddly domestic standing with Edward, cooking. But it felt comfortable, like I had also been doing it for years. It was an odd feeling. I added the rice to the boiling water and ten minutes later we were plating up. We took our meals to the breakfast bar, sitting side by side we began to eat. Edward made small moans of appreciation and my mind wandered to what other noises he makes. When he looked at me then I could feel my cheeks turning red. I quickly tried to think of something else.

"Thank you for dinner, it's amazing" Edward said between bites.

"It's no problem, I used to make dinner everyday back home. It's nice to do it again. Even though Esme makes amazing dinner…"

"So do you" he smiled and carried his plate over to the sink to begin washing up. It was definitely nothing I would've thought up, seeing Edward Cullen washing up. I giggled silently. If only all his adoring fans could see him now…

I carried my plate over to him dropping it in the sink before grabbing a dish towel.

"You wash, I dry?" I asked smiling.

"Sure thanks,"

Between the two of us, we managed to get the dishes washed and put away before Esme and Anthony got home. Not long after that, I went to bed and dreamt about Edward.

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