“Where’s Mom?” I asked, since she’d been silent since she started talking about his aura.
“I’m here, dear. I just had to look up…oh, my. You are a handsome one, aren’t you?” Oh, no. She was on the internet. This would not be good.
Edward chuckled. “I like to think so. Bella does, too.”
“Bella, have you seen this picture of him wearing those low hanging jeans and no shirt? My oh my, you could cut glass on those abs. You are one lucky girl.” Edward was shaking with laughter and those abs of his were bunched up against my thigh.
“Yes, I am, mother. Now would you stop ogling pictures of my boyfriend?”
“But there are just so many! Have you seen that one of him holding a puppy? That’s just so sexy! I feel my insides melting.”
“Mother, he’s right here!” He couldn’t talk to save his life, though. Tears were actually streaming down his face he was laughing so hard.
“Well, he knows he’s hot, Bella. I’m sure it’s no surprise to him!” My father let out another humph that my mother just ignored. “I really just wanted to look up his birthday. Ah, there it is. June 20th, 1985. I’m going to work up his astrological chart and yours. I can already tell you’re a wonderful match.”
Edward finally calmed himself enough to gasp a reply. “We certainly are.”
“Yes,” she murmured, already lost in the stars. “I’ll have it for you shortly. You’re very passionate sort, aren’t you?”
Edward opened his mouth and I covered it again. “Really, Mom, Dad doesn’t want to hear that.”
“No, I don’t,” he practically growled into the phone. “He better keep his passion on the field, when he’s not playing the boys in blue, that is.”
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