Chapter 7

"No way! Why would I be uncomfortable with you, of all people? Trust me, that's the last thing I’d be with you,” I said, holding my gown in position, fiddling with its frill in nervousness.

"The feeling is mutual. How about we go down and play video games? I’ve got Call of Duty too!" he suggested. At the name of the video game, my ears perked up and my lips twitched in a smirk.

"Okay. If I beat you this time, you are gonna have to shave your head,” I said, laughing out loud, my gown hanging loose on my arms.

I saw Edward staring below my eyes. I looked down and my eyes widened, my top had fallen off my arms and he might have seen my more than enough cleavage which was willing to spill out any moment. I quickly collected myself and my remaining dignity, pulling the strip back to my shoulders.

How embarrassing.

"I will prepare for the game. You can change your clothes, from your gown, not that I mind the view I am getting now,” he said, winking at me, his cheeks slightly flushed.

I threw a pillow at his smiling face and went to change.

I entered the room again and saw that the game had been turned on. I lost in the video game which I was so willing to win and Edward actually laughed like crazy at the thought of me shaving my head off. He had mercy on me and I had to make his favourite cheesecake as a penalty. I was tired but I made it anyway, which he ate like a hungry animal.

I was tired, I was planning to sleep on couch like always but Edward wanted to win award of I-am-a-born-gentleman so he kept on refusing it and we never settled on anything possible.

"Eddie, This is crazy. You know I can sleep on the couch so why make me look like some wailing girl? I can perfectly be fine without it."

"But still, Lily-"

"No, I want to sleep on the couch. It makes me feel like an adult."

He rolled his eyes at my comment.

"I can't let you sleep on the couch. It makes me a villain!"

"No, it makes me a hero,” I said making a hero pose.

"It's the same thing!"

"No. It's the opposite. A villain is someone who-"

"I know what villain is, Emi. Okay, we’ll make a pact. You can sleep on the couch for 2 hours and then we will switch,” he said, coming to a conclusion.

"Aye, aye, captain!"

I walked to my side and laid on the couch. It was surprisingly comfy. If a couch was that comfortable, how good the bed must be. I shook my head and stared at the ceiling.

It was a long and challenging day, but it was okay. I should get used to being this tired as I was going to my job in weeks. I can handle this, I decided to myself. I am 25 for crying out loud.

I looked at his side, soft snores coming from his side.

Forget about switching beds, I guess, I smiled to myself and shook my head.

"Good night, Edward,” I said and closed my eyes.

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A shrill noise entered my ears and I groaned at the alarm clock.

Okay, I am up!

I shifted uncomfortably in my couch.

Ring ring!

I kicked the alarm clock.

Crash!

I am finally up!

I woke up the next morning, my back aching like a thunderbolt. I practically had to bend double to make it up like the original. I stretched my arms, yawning and scratching my legs.

That's not a girly thing. You are not in your room, Emily.

Wait. I am married. Act like a wife. I nodded to myself. I m a wife. I walked over to Edward's side. He was sprawled over to his side, slight drool on his side cheek, his pillow on the ground doing somersaults and his blanket under his leg.

God, what the hell was he even dreaming about!

I shook my head and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. The fridge was loaded with a lot of ingredients, and I decided to go with butter pancakes and extra veggie omelettes with apple juice because Edward doesn't like oranges.

He was allergic to walnuts. I discarded everything from the fridge Edward didn't like or was allergic to.

I started cooking the preplanned breakfast. The pancakes were fine but I think I put too much oil in the omelette. Edward needed to eat a healthy breakfast. I quickly made some apple juice.

"Hello ma'am, you are up early. I was expecting some post-wedding night symptoms from you," a lady with old burly looks was standing in front of me. She smiled warmly at me.

I looked at her, confused.

"I am Miranda, your housemaid. I was asked to take care of you two. I was the nanny of Edward when he was nine years-"

"Oh, my-my! You are Miranda!" I exclaimed and practically lunged at her.

"I am Emily! Edward's-"

"Oh dear. I know you. Emily. I can't believe it. You two were so small and so adorable, always clinging to each other and fighting. I always thought you loved each other so much," she said, her eyes glistening with tears.

Only if that was ever right!

"Yes. I am so happy to meet you again. You left us so early we thought we would never meet you again," I said remembering the pain we felt when she left her job.

"Don't worry dear. I am here now. And seeing you two married, I couldn't get any happier. Let me help you," she said, coming forward to fry the pancakes.

"Oh no. I want to cook it. I will do it all by myself. Miranda, you are at a tender age, so go and rest. We want you longer here," I said, squeezing her arms.

"I will be outside planting some flowers. Call me if you need me, dear," she said and went outside.

As I was preparing a meal, I felt someone grab my wrist. Reflexively, I grabbed their hand, flipped them on my shoulder and slumped them on the ground.

Or on the tile floor.

Ouch! That must've hurt.

"Damn, Lily. This is how you greet your dear husband who you just married just a day ago?" Edward complained, rubbing his shoulders.

"Oh my god, are you okay? That must have hurt. Then why the hell did you grab my wrist when I was cooking?" I said, standing up and stretching my hand for him.

He took it. "Then what should I grab? Your ample chest? Cause I won't be having any p-" I shut him by punching his shoulder. God knows how, but he fell on the ground again!

Unconscious!

Containing my laughter in, I knelt down beside him and said, "Rest in peace, Edward, my best friend. I will bestow upon you my greatest courtesies to pray you -"

"Oh shut your mouth! I am up. This is what you say to your ex-dead friend right?" said Edward, faking sadness.

We both laughed at his stupid joke. He took a seat on a chair and munched on his breakfast, praising me for my cooking skills and I blushed like some high schooler in love.

I watched him eat his breakfast when his phone rang. Excusing himself, he got up and accepted the call on which he was for hours.

"It was Lara. She wanted to meet. I haven't met her in weeks. I need to get her a gift, otherwise she would be grumpy all day," Edward said, laughing to himself.

I nodded and started to do the dishes.

What did you expect, Emily? That he would stay with you and act like a real husband?

I kicked myself mentally. I finished doing dishes in minutes. I can be a tomboy, but I was verse in household work, the reason being my mom and dad outside for work often.

Turning the tap off, I rushed upstairs to see Edward wearing his formal clothes, the front button undone, the sleeves folded up-to elbows and his wet hair sticking over his forehead. He was searching for something.

Hearing me enter, he looked up at me.

"Em, did you put my red and black file somewhere? There were important documents in it."

"Are you searching for the ones I already put in your car this morning when you were lazily sprawled over your bed?" I said, walking behind him helping him wear his blazer.

"Oh Em, you are a lifesaver! I am going to go now. Don't wait for me and go to bed early. I have a late night appointment with Lara," he said and grinned like a horny teenager.

Okay, I understand, you-