Don't Fight It

Chapter 13

A/N: Thanks for reading everyone!  It's been a rough week what with all the senseless crime and death going on, and it made it difficult to get my head in the right place to write.  But I managed.  I've also got an impending blizzard heading my way, so I might get snowed in this week.  I'd still have to work, but at least I could do it from home so that would be okay.  Alright, on with the story.

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"Edward?" Esme asked, interrupting from my daydream as I sat on the couch bored out of my mind.

It was Saturday and normally I'd be hanging with Bella, but she'd been called into work and her brothers were busy doing stuff with Alice and Rose.

"Yeah?"

"Do you know what the Swans' plans are for Thanksgiving?"

I shook my head. "Not really. According to Bella, their mom usually attempts some kind of unusual turkey recipe. Why?"

Esme sat down next to me and explained that she'd like to have everyone over for Thanksgiving. I was on board with that, and I had a feeling the Swan siblings would be as well.

I sent Bella a text asking her thoughts on spending Thanksgiving with us, while Esme gave Renee a call. Esme and Renee got along really well just like Carlisle and Charlie. The two of them were actually planning a fishing trip in a couple of weeks.

My phone alerted me that I had a text, and I saw that it was from Bella and she was thrilled with the idea of spending turkey day with us.

Since she'd been released from her grounded prison, we'd both been our best behavior. Neither of us particularly cared to get grounded again. It was too hard to go so long without seeing each other. I'd complained to Esme about it, and she'd rolled her eyes and called me needy. She'd said it wasn't like I didn't see Bella everyday at school, and I'd told her it wasn't the same thing.

"Bella's cool with it," I whispered to Esme as she talked to Renee.

Esme gave me a thumbs up and continued to chat, so I headed upstairs. I flopped down on my bed, grabbed my laptop and checked my email. Nothing exciting in my inbox except for an email from Tanya.

I opened it and scanned the contents. She told me that she was doing better and appreciated that I'd been concerned about her. She then let me know she was coming to Seattle for Thanksgiving to visit some relatives and wanted to know if we could meet up. I was a bit on the fence about it and decided to talk to Bella about it when she came over tomorrow.

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"Is it Tanya coming by herself?" Bella asked as we were lying on my bed, her head resting on my stomach.

"No, her whole family is visiting."

"Do you want to see her?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know. I'd like to see Irina. We were always good friends even after I broke up with Tanya."

"Well, I'm certainly not going to stop you or say that you can't see them."