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weekend. Unless you count tonight, but Victoria's totally cool with her staying at<br />
Alice's."<br />
"That's really good!"<br />
With a loll in the conversation, Jasper speaks back up, saying something to James<br />
and reminds me he's here, hiding in the shade with us while the others are braving<br />
the sun and entertaining the kids, a.k.a trying their best to tire them out. Tonight<br />
we're all going out for <strong>my</strong> mom's birthday and thought we'd do the <strong>baby</strong>sitter a favor<br />
by making sure all the kids were too exhausted to give her any issues.<br />
"How 'bout you?" James asks, once he and Jasper are done discussing . . .<br />
whatever it is they were discussing. I tuned it out once I heard the word 'work'. "How<br />
are things with you and Baby Daddy?"<br />
I sigh and look over at him pushing EJ on the swing.<br />
Before I answer, I think back to the cinnamon bun icing incident when Edward swore<br />
he 'knew what I was doing'. He didn't elaborate, and after kissing the side of <strong>my</strong> ear,<br />
he had sauntered off a little smugly. I wish he had, though—elaborate that is—<br />
because over the next few weeks it was clear I, <strong>my</strong>self, had absolutely no clue what<br />
I was doing.<br />
The flirting—if that's what you wanna call it—was excessive. And not <strong>just</strong> on <strong>my</strong><br />
side, but his as well. His more so, if I'm being honest. It was '<strong>baby</strong>' this and 'beautiful'<br />
that. And his face had a permanent smirk and wink in place for me.<br />
Also, <strong>my</strong> amateur-hour-bending-in-front-of-the-stove in the morning's stunt had<br />
nothing on his walking around the house shirtless, in <strong>just</strong> a towel, or on one<br />
occasion naked as the day he was born—claiming he didn't know I was home. I saw<br />
the glint in his eyes, though.<br />
Being naturally flirty and playful people had me wondering if I was <strong>just</strong> imagining it<br />
all. Wishful thinking perhaps? I'm not sure.<br />
As if sensing <strong>my</strong> gaze fixated on him, Edward looks up. We lock eyes for a second<br />
before he winks and offers a small wave.<br />
Wiggling <strong>my</strong> fingers at him, I look back at James, as well as Jasper, who seems to<br />
be interested in <strong>my</strong> answer as well. All I come up with though, is, "Good question."<br />
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