Edward tried to stop me from serving the food, saying that after I cooked it all I deserve to rest, so he should be the one to serve the table, but I refused, pushing him in the direction of the bathroom. He probably needed a shower after such a long day at the hospital and I was firm about it not, letting him talk or charm his way around me.
The truth as to why I wanted him to shower was more because he smelled like a hospital and that smell alone made me a little nauseous. I was never a fan of hospitals... but now it just brought memories of seeing my fathers lifeless body in there, while I was not able to do anything about it.
Reluctantly he agrees and so I was alone in the kitchen. I took my time filling out plates with the food I made earlier, taking my time with is as i tried my b
