162 162) Apologies from Rude Mothers

Vasili 

It was probably midnight when I headed down to the kitchen. I had never been to this house before but one could definitely tell it was Edwards. Everything was white and expensive. Plus it was my first time in Malibu and I believed if it were not for the circumstances I would have enjoyed this. But for now I was going to be a bitter bitch until I found Edward. 

I was loopy from the medication but I could still think properly. This was going to sound mad, but for the first time in forever I was actually tired of sleep. Maybe because the sheets smelt like Edward and the whole room just reminded me of him that I could not sleep in an empty bed. So as I headed for the kitchen with nothing in mind I did not expect to find Rosa sitting on one of the high chairs at the kitchen island.