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black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/N:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was our entry for the Twilight No Stress Love Fest; Holiday Edition. We hope you'll enjoy reading this as much as we did writing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;This was our prompt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/f2iRAm5hTIMfcJLWiFpHZtXr7Uw_5LL4Ahwa9V7tOMg58rb8m_ybZZwYJ1ld7-6S3vGu1oy8WRUiSluUrohFLP-x9XcFRbBaXqzo2IXcIJe0NZ6dV8A" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/f2iRAm5hTIMfcJLWiFpHZtXr7Uw_5LL4Ahwa9V7tOMg58rb8m_ybZZwYJ1ld7-6S3vGu1oy8WRUiSluUrohFLP-x9XcFRbBaXqzo2IXcIJe0NZ6dV8A" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;ooOoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Carlisle, would you grab the pumpkin and pecan pies? Bella, sweetheart, if you'd take the milk and sugar. Edward, dear..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Everyone pitches in as always. Emmett, Rose, and Jasper take out the dirty dishes and leftover food, while I orchestrate the others to take care of dessert. Before too long, we're all seated around the beautifully decorated table – courtesy of Alice, Rose, and myself – coffee poured and pies sliced and handed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Glancing around at my family, I smile, nodding. Carlisle takes my hand in his before starting our long-standing family tradition of going around the table to give thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Carlisle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Clearing my throat lightly, I wait until the conversations die down. Everyone turns to me expectantly – well, almost everyone. I find myself smiling as my eyes go to my oldest son, who is completely oblivious. Emmett kisses Rosalie's temple and whispers something that makes her laugh as he reaches down to place a hand on her swollen belly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Without preamble, I say, "This year, I am thankful for growth in our family – both those who we will soon meet," Emmett beams at me, "and those we are delighted to know better." Bella blushes, smiling widely as she takes Edward's hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I try to restrain myself from bouncing in my seat. "This year, I'm grateful for&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;being done with school,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;for getting&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;coolest&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;entry level job a girl could ask for."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;In spite of my best efforts, I can't help myself and squeal, "I got a job at Claddagh Designs, working under Siobhan herself!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Jasper laughs, squeezing my hand while the others all congratulate me. Edward grins. "Wow, sis, amazed you were able to keep that to yourself for so long."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I giggle and stick my tongue out at him for good measure, causing another round of laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Jasper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Shifting in my seat, I fight the urge to wipe my hands on my jeans nervously. Esme catches my eye and smiles warmly, and words just pour out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;"I'm thankful for being able to have this wonderful dinner that reminds me so much of my mama's back home. I'm thankful, too, that Alice is finally out of school so I don't get calls at midnight from her freaking out because her computer crashed." I -&lt;em&gt;oof-&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;at Alice's elbow to my ribs as everyone chuckles. "And most of all, I'm thankful that Alice puts up with me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Always," she whispers, smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Biting my lip, I try to ignore the blush creeping up my cheeks when it's my turn. Edward squeezes the back of my neck encouragingly. I smile, whispering, "Thanks."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Taking a deep breath, I glance around the table. "I'm grateful to be here, with you. To get the chance to be a part of your family. I still don't quite know what I did to deserve him, but... I'm so thankful for Edward, for his support and love, especially with Charlie in the hospital."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I take a wavering breath as Edward kisses my temple and murmurs, "He'll be okay, sweetheart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Edward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Aware that it's my turn, I tear my eyes away from Bella. I can hear the stutter in her breathing and know she's trying to control herself – and that the last thing she wants is to be the center of attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;So I draw attention to me instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;"You all know I'm thankful for all of you. Mom, for always believing in me. Dad, for letting me survive my teenage years." My parents laugh as I offer my thanks to the rest of the family before turning to Bella. "And I'm most grateful that you never gave up on me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Rosalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;My hands automatically go to my belly, gently caressing the bump – her foot, I think – that's protruding from it. I can't stop smiling as I glance at Emmett and see the look of love and awe on his face as he watches me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;"I'm thankful for Emmett, for giving me this wonderful gift. And for going on midnight ice cream runs when I ask, or driving across town for my favorite pad thai."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Esme chuckles and reaches over to gently pat my arm. Grinning, I turn to her and Carlisle. "I'm thankful to you for raising such a wonderful man."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Emmett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Everyone turns to me expectantly – and I know exactly what they're expecting. Joking Emmett, making everybody laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I surprise even myself when my voice is gruff and intense. "Thank you so much, Rosie… for this," I gently rub her stomach where I feel our baby kicking. I look down, struggling to say what I mean. "Seriously. I can't ever thank you enough. You're amazing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Everyone does laugh then, when I kiss my wife hard. She smiles against my lips, and I laugh when I hear Edward mutter, "Never thought someone would tame&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Amazing, isn't it?" Alice adds in disbelief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Esme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;As the laughter dies down, I look around me, my eyes lingering upon each of my children – both those I have born, and those who've since come to us. Finally, my gaze rests on Carlisle as I lace our hands together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;As usual, my throat feels heavy with emotion as I express my gratitude for thirty years of marriage to him. For the wonder that is our family. The miracle that is my first grandchild. Everything we've lived through – the good, the bad, and everything in between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Thank you. All of you. I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Carlisle kisses my hand, smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-5740331210084436918?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/5740331210084436918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2012/02/cullen-thanksgiving-tradition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5740331210084436918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5740331210084436918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2012/02/cullen-thanksgiving-tradition.html' title='A Cullen Thanksgiving Tradition'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-8224336066366073327</id><published>2011-12-31T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T07:24:11.082-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 365 - Surf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; text-rendering: optimizelegibility;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Hand in hand, we walk along the beach, watching Thor play in the waves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;For the first time, we both have the day off&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;without&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;there being an event or closing the shop. Daisy, Cam, and Emmett are working the floor while Jasmine, Rose, and Lily attend the café.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;All the kids – home for the summer – had insisted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;We talk about them, both of us proud of the choices they're making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Cam's passion to become a vet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Daisy, who wants to learn my job and take over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Lily and Jasmine, who are following Rose and Edward's footsteps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Life feels complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr noshade="noshade" size="1" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; cursor: default; height: 1px;" /&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/N: *&lt;/strong&gt;sniff* This is it: the last chapter of these boys. Believe me, we'll miss them as much as you do. We hope that you've enjoyed their journey. We certainly loved sharing their story. Thank you again for the generous donations during FGB Eclipse, which made this story possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;As much as we'd love to say we've got something up our sleeves for next year, we don't. Rest assured, we do have every intention of working on/finishing Marked, Wish, and everything else we've currently got in the works. We just aren't sure exactly&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;when&lt;/em&gt;we'll be able to start posting again, so please bear with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;We wish everyone a happy and healthy new year, full of love and laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-364-alma-mater.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;previous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-8224336066366073327?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/8224336066366073327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-365-surf.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/8224336066366073327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/8224336066366073327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-365-surf.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 365 - Surf'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-4416942803396186712</id><published>2011-12-31T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T07:14:41.297-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiet Support'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Amber of the Moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Quiet Support</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/N:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;We still owed one last drabble arc for&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;FGB Eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silvertwi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;bought one to dedicate to the lovely&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BMango,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;as a thank you and to put a smile on her lips. Long overdue, we hope this does the trick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Thank you again to everyone who made that&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;FGB&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;such a success. We're still chipping away at both&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;AXO&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;and the one-shot-gone-multi-chapter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;img height="265" src="https://docs.google.com/File?id=dg4prfdc_627cvp625hb_b" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; text-rendering: optimizelegibility;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;ooOoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Sighing, I stare at him, all curled up next to his laptop, fast asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward, you goofball. One of these days you're going to knock that thing off the bed. Would serve you right for trying to pull so many all-nighters studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Quietly as I can, I lie down beside him. I know he's exhausted, so I try not to wake him even though I can't resist touching him. There's a slight breeze coming through the open window, but it's my fingers trailing along his side that make him shiver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;He stirs, blearily looking up at me. "Hey," he croaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;ooOOoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I smile and lean in to gently kiss his lips. "'Mornin'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Carefully brushing my thumb over the bags under his eyes, I resist the urge to argue with him about the hours he's been keeping. I know&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;he's doing it – it'd only lead to another fight, and that's stress we can do without.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Especially Edward, who's struggling to keep his grades to the level his father expects in order to get through college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;So instead, I simply kiss him again and ask, "Can I help?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward groans, curling closer to me as I run my fingers through his hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;ooOOoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;With a heavy sigh, he looks up at me through his lashes. "Maybe? I'm stuck."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Settling myself more comfortably on the bed, I pull him so that his head's lying in my lap. Threading my fingers through his hair, I ask, "Okay. Tell me what you've got so far."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;We talk for what feels like hours as he tells me about the story he's writing for class. He's got most of the details figured out, but explains something isn't right – he just can't put his finger on it. We bounce ideas back and forth for a while until he suddenly exclaims, "Oh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;ooOOoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I grin at the sign that something's clicked for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward, tired as he is, seems to regain some of his energy as he starts talking rapid-fire, connecting dots that previously eluded him. Where before I could see exhaustion and near-desperation in his eyes, as the paper's due tomorrow, now they're bright and happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Thanks, Jazzy," he murmurs, smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I chuckle. "You're welcome, sweetheart. Any time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;He sighs, closing his eyes. "Don't know what I'd do without you," he whispers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Grinning, I tease, "You'd be lost, drowning yourself in work and coffee, and you'd never see the light of day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;ooOOoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;He laughs. "Probably," he admits as he shifts to his hands and knees to kiss me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Minutes pass with languid kisses and fingers tangled in hair before his stomach rumbles, ruining the moment. Chuckling, I smack his ass lightly to get him to move. "C'mon, I'll make breakfast, ply you with coffee, and then you can get back to your paper."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;He hums with a smile. "I knew there was a reason I loved you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Oh, I see how it is," I mock-grouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Brushing his lips to mine, he murmurs placatingly, "Not the only reason."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Good. I love you, too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-4416942803396186712?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/4416942803396186712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/quiet-support.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/4416942803396186712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/4416942803396186712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/quiet-support.html' title='Quiet Support'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-7155317926849083401</id><published>2011-12-30T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T07:24:26.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 364 - Alma Mater</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Before Edward, I never closed the shop. Now, it's closed again as we drive toward Cornell to help Cam move into his dorm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Following the familiar winding roads, I wonder where the time has gone. Edward, humming beside me with a hint of a mischievous smile on his lips, is obviously remembering the times he and I shared out in this part of New York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;The mere memory brings heat to my cheeks and reminds me that when we return home, we'll be alone – truly alone – for the first time in eighteen years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Before I realize it, I'm humming, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-363-era.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-365-surf.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-7155317926849083401?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/7155317926849083401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-364-alma-mater.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/7155317926849083401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/7155317926849083401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-364-alma-mater.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 364 - Alma Mater'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-7469606214562805745</id><published>2011-12-29T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T07:03:46.515-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 363 - Era</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Cam turns in his seat, searching for us. He grins, waving when he spots us. Edward's hand finds mine as we both wave back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I glance at my husband, awed again that my life has gotten to this point. With him and our son, who's about to walk the stage for his high school graduation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward squeezes my hand; his eyes speak volumes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;When Cam's name is called, we stand as one, cheering, whistling, and generally being embarrassing for any teenage son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;After the ceremony, he bounds up to us excitedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Tall, handsome, self-sufficient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Our little boy, all grown up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-362-celebration.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-364-alma-mater.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-7469606214562805745?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/7469606214562805745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-363-era.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/7469606214562805745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/7469606214562805745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-363-era.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 363 - Era'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-6489231667237389902</id><published>2011-12-28T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T08:18:23.287-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 362 - Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Rose and I are the center of attention with our entire family gathered around as they sing "Happy Birthday." We roll our eyes at each other, as always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;The cake is huge and has the number&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;50&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;repeated over and over in different fonts, covering the entire thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Once everyone's had their fill, the kids can't wait any longer, insisting it's time for presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;We alternate opening them, but the last one is mine. Edward and Cam disappear for a minute, only to reappear with Cam holding a Ridgeback puppy in his arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Happy birthday, Dad. His name is Thor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-361-private.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-363-era.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-6489231667237389902?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/6489231667237389902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-362-celebration.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/6489231667237389902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/6489231667237389902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-362-celebration.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 362 - Celebration'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-2277961185865367136</id><published>2011-12-27T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T07:22:26.767-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 361 - Private</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Going to judo! Be back later!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I blink uncertainly at Cam's distant voice. With a groan, I flop over to look at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;What the hell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I never sleep this late, but before I can roll over, Edward's familiar weight settles on my ass as he straddles my hips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Happy birthday, sexy," he whispers breathily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I frown. "Don't remind me." I'm fifty today. Half a century.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;And Edward's still a decade behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Don't be that way," he murmurs. "Let's celebrate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;He flips me over, his mouth finding mine in a searing kiss as his hands begin to roam teasingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-360-passing.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-362-celebration.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-2277961185865367136?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/2277961185865367136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-361-private.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/2277961185865367136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/2277961185865367136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-361-private.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 361 - Private'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-2535087934973252913</id><published>2011-12-26T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T08:14:48.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 360 - Passing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;We all expected Freya to pass away first, but it's Loki who has to be put down. We can't watch him suffering, see the way he struggles to eat, and be unmoved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Cam goes with us to the veterinarian's office, insisting on petting Loki as he drifts off to sleep for the last time. He's so strong, so grown up, but he breaks down, silent tears rolling down his cheeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Freya doesn't survive her pup long, and as I watch Cam and Edward, I understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;When they ask if I want another dog, the pain is too raw. "I can't."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-359-confidence.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-361-private.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-2535087934973252913?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/2535087934973252913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-360-passing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/2535087934973252913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/2535087934973252913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-360-passing.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 360 - Passing'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-4781274407465701757</id><published>2011-12-25T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T08:28:20.442-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 359 - Confidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; text-rendering: optimizelegibility;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Daisy joined the club after coming to see Cam, and to watch both of them change over time as they become more adept at the sport is amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Rose, at first hesitant about the idea, is now their biggest cheerleader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Even the twins get excited when there's a competition, rooting for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Cam's become far more centered and even-tempered thanks to judo. He's learning to expect more of himself, and it's good to see the confidence he's gained from his sport flow through to other aspects of his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Watching yet another practice, I smile as Daisy and Cam bow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr noshade="noshade" size="1" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; cursor: default; height: 1px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/N:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Merry Christmas, everyone! We hope you have a wonderful day, filled with joy, peace, and happiness. And, if nothing else, sanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-358-judo.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-360-passing.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-4781274407465701757?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/4781274407465701757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-359-confidence.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/4781274407465701757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/4781274407465701757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-359-confidence.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 359 - Confidence'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-357471384789558454</id><published>2011-12-24T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T08:06:50.514-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 358 - Judo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;"They're&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;breakfalls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;, Dad," Cam corrects, his eyeroll clear in his tone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward glances at me from the corner of his eye, his lips twitching in amusement. I'm a little taken aback, but I follow Edward's lead and find myself amused rather than upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Breakfalls, right. Sorry. Anyway, you were good at them." I peek at him in the rear-view mirror as I drive, happy to find that confident smile back on his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Thanks," he says, and goes on to regale us with every moment of his first night at judo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;After his sullen silence lately, I devour every word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-357-outlet.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-359-confidence.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-357471384789558454?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/357471384789558454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-358-judo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/357471384789558454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/357471384789558454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-358-judo.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 358 - Judo'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-3668232405038063871</id><published>2011-12-23T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T07:06:10.301-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 357 - Outlet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Edward puts the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Closed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;sign in the window and pulls on his jacket before turning to me. "Ready?" he asks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I nod, zipping my own coat as he locks up. As I drive across town, he laces his fingers through mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"I wonder how he's liking it…" he muses, and we talk idly until we arrive at the studio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;We sit on one of the benches with the other parents. I watch Cam flip across the mat and realize… he's good. Especially for his first night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;At the end, he bows to his sensei and then bounds toward us, beaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-356-cope.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-358-judo.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-3668232405038063871?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/3668232405038063871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-357-outlet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/3668232405038063871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/3668232405038063871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-357-outlet.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 357 - Outlet'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-6122446769225680331</id><published>2011-12-22T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T08:16:16.727-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 356 - Cope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;The next few days are spent talking – with Cam, the teachers, the principal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Apparently, James had been tormenting Cam for a while, but he hadn't told us. Neither had the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward's seething after the latest discussion with the principal. "How the&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;hell&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;can he say that? I mean, really? That 'boys will be boys' bullshit? Is he serious?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I can't answer. I don't&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;have&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;any answers to give. I'm just as upset, and I'm beginning to understand why Cam thought striking James was the only course of action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;We have to try to teach him how to deal, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-355-grounded.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-357-outlet.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-6122446769225680331?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/6122446769225680331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-356-cope.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/6122446769225680331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/6122446769225680331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-356-cope.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 356 - Cope'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-6340454951332762396</id><published>2011-12-21T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T07:14:12.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 355 - Grounded</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Cam's door slams as Edward runs both hands through his hair, tugging hard. He lets go with a sigh, his shoulders drooping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Did we do the right thing?" he asks, turning to face me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I take a moment to think because I'd been wondering the same thing. I sigh, stepping closer. "Yeah, I think so…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward's arms slip around my waist as he kisses my neck. "I just can't… god, I want to punch that little fucker myself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"I know," I answer quietly. Listening to the hateful things James said about Cam's fag dads made bile rise in my throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr noshade="noshade" size="1" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; cursor: default; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; height: 1px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/N:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;*points to title* I really hope we don't have to explain just what action the boys took to punish Cam ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-354-explanation.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-356-cope.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-6340454951332762396?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/6340454951332762396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-355-grounded.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/6340454951332762396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/6340454951332762396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-355-grounded.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 355 - Grounded'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-6653151591144333634</id><published>2011-12-20T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T07:22:07.035-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 354 - Explanation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Emmett's tending the floor, letting me join Edward and Cam in my office. Cam's brooding in my chair, sporting a black eye. Edward sits on the edge of my desk, his arms crossed, his brow furrowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I quirk a brow at him. He sighs, shaking his head solemnly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Cam?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Casper Anthony, are you going to explain what happened?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;He grumbles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward pinches the bridge of his nose. "Now, young man."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Cam scowls. "James kept talking shit about me not having a mom... and about you. He said... things..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;My eyes flicker to Edward's in alarm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"What kinds of things?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-353-fight.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-355-grounded.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-6653151591144333634?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/6653151591144333634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-354-explanation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/6653151591144333634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/6653151591144333634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-354-explanation.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 354 - Explanation'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-2040837822978961064</id><published>2011-12-19T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T07:38:59.919-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 353 - Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;During my lunch break, I go home to walk the dogs. Edward and I alternate, both enjoying the time spent with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;My heart aches to see the way both Freya and Loki are slowing down, but they still love to play along the water's edge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;We walk back home, where I grab a quick sandwich. When I pull my phone from my pocket, I find a missed call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I check my voice mail, only to hear Edward's voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Hey, baby. Listen, I had to leave work. I got a call from the principal. Cam… he got into a fight…"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-352-memory.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-354-explanation.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-2040837822978961064?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/2040837822978961064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-353-fight.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/2040837822978961064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/2040837822978961064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-353-fight.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 353 - Fight'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-1344977260950669764</id><published>2011-12-18T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T07:15:43.135-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 352 - Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Watching my little sister walk up the aisle on our father's arm, I smile. Mom's on my right side, quietly wiping her eyes as her baby girl gets married. I wrap my arm around her shoulders, hugging her briefly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward's fingers are entwined with mine as he sits to my left. He squeezes lightly, his eyes bright as they meet mine. His smile is brilliant as he mouths, "I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Lifting our hands to my lips, I kiss his knuckles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;As Alice says her vows, I remember so clearly the day Edward and I said ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I feel blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-351-ring-bearer.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-353-fight.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-1344977260950669764?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/1344977260950669764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-352-memory.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/1344977260950669764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/1344977260950669764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-352-memory.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 352 - Memory'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-5090765228433151975</id><published>2011-12-17T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T08:18:57.438-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 351 - Ring-bearer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;One year later we're standing on the beach near our home. The twins have Cam cornered as they try to fix his hair. Even though he's not biologically Edward's, I'd swear he inherited that unruly mop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;He looks handsome and unbelievably grown up in his navy pants and linen shirt, but the way he swats Lily's hands and sticks his tongue out reminds me he's still a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Thank god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Rosalie swoops in, telling them it's time. Edward takes my hand, leading me to our seats. As the sun sets, Cam walks down the aisle, carrying the small ring pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-350-story.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-352-memory.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-5090765228433151975?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/5090765228433151975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-351-ring-bearer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5090765228433151975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5090765228433151975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-351-ring-bearer.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 351 - Ring-bearer'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-7983016793126895205</id><published>2011-12-16T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T07:04:07.843-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 350 - Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Alice shrugs, jumping onto the counter to sit next to me. "It was just time, I guess. We were both so young at first... we weren't ready to settle down."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Rose settles on Alice's other side, putting an arm around her shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Alice says that marriage just never came up, but they'd both known they didn't want anyone else. She smiles contently, saying, "Peter knows me too well, though."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Her eyes gleam. "It was so incredibly cliché, but&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;so&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;romantic. He took me to Paris; then one day, we're sipping coffee along the Seine, and he drops to one knee..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-349-change.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-351-ring-bearer.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-7983016793126895205?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/7983016793126895205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-350-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/7983016793126895205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/7983016793126895205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-350-story.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 350 - Story'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-2216788801473089513</id><published>2011-12-15T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T08:11:08.007-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 349 - Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Alice, Rosalie, and I work side-by-side in Rosalie's kitchen, cleaning up from the barbecue while the others set up board games in the living room. Strange as it may seem, we actually love this time together, just us siblings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I rinse my hands and reach for a dish towel, drying them as I lean against the counter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Talk to me, Ali," I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Alice lifts her chin, studying us for a minute and trying to decide whether or not to play dumb. Finally, she grins, shrugging. "I love him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Why now, though?" Rose asks. "You've been together over a decade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-348-congratulate.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-350-story.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-2216788801473089513?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/2216788801473089513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-349-change.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/2216788801473089513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/2216788801473089513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-349-change.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 349 - Change'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-2941069928401906403</id><published>2011-12-14T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T07:54:56.602-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 348 - Congratulate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Closing my eyes at the feel of Edward's fingers playing with my hair, I smile. With a gentle squeeze on my neck, he gets my attention, nodding at Alice as he takes a sip of his wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Alice is practically bouncing in her seat, secret knowledge hidden in her eyes. Tilting my head, I glance between her and Peter, who takes her hand, kissing her knuckles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Apparently, this is her cue. "We have an announcement to make."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Their fingers twine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;And then I see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;A ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;She grins, "We're engaged!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;The twins get to them first, squealing their congratulations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-347-swimming.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-349-change.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-2941069928401906403?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/2941069928401906403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-348-congratulate.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/2941069928401906403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/2941069928401906403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-348-congratulate.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 348 - Congratulate'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-9096517976128633227</id><published>2011-12-13T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T08:54:36.924-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 347 - Swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Umm… magenta!" Daisy calls, squinting up at her sister. She shades her eyes, water from the pool dripping onto her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Nope!" Jasmine sings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Turquoise!" Cam yells, only to receive another joyful, "Nope!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I laugh, shaking my head as I walk back over to Emmett at the grill. Edward is sitting at a table nearby, talking to Alice who is perched on Peter's knee. They're back, finally, from extensive trips all over the world, and I've never seen Alice so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;The summer sun is broiling, making the pool seem even more inviting, but I'm content just where I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-346-gratitude.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-348-congratulate.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-9096517976128633227?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/9096517976128633227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-347-swimming.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/9096517976128633227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/9096517976128633227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-347-swimming.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 347 - Swimming'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-2870638039218454116</id><published>2011-12-12T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T07:33:37.586-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 346 - Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;We haven't spoken about Cam's homework assignment, but it's been on my mind all night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward's already in bed by the time I'm finished in the bathroom. I crawl under the covers as he says, "Can you believe it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;There's quiet awe in his voice, telling me he's just as humbled by Cam's letter to Angela as I am. He let us read it when he was done. Reading how thankful he was to her for giving him up so he could have us as parents...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Snuggling into Edward's arms, I kiss him tenderly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"He's a special boy," I murmur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-345-homework.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-347-swimming.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-2870638039218454116?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/2870638039218454116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-346-gratitude.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/2870638039218454116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/2870638039218454116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-346-gratitude.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 346 - Gratitude'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-5592764582669035656</id><published>2011-12-11T08:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T07:57:11.742-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 345 - Homework</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;The Beatles play in the background as we sit around the dining room table. Edward, the perpetual student, is studying for the philosophy class he's taking online while I work on the books for the shop. Cam is doing homework, his messy black hair bent over his notebook as he writes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Daddy?" he says, looking up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Yeah, Cam?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"How do you spell 'grateful'?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"G-r-a-t-e-f-u-l." I pause. "What are you writing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"I have to write a thank you letter to someone." He returns to work, tongue sticking out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Who are you writing to?" Edward asks curiously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Angela," is Cam's simple answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-344-ice-cream.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-346-gratitude.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-5592764582669035656?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/5592764582669035656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-345-homework.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5592764582669035656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5592764582669035656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-345-homework.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 345 - Homework'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-285789920509793424</id><published>2011-12-10T07:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T08:46:10.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 344 - Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Cam's chattering happily over his bowl of ice cream about what he and Victoria did at school. Edward and I listen, asking questions now and then. When Cam suddenly gets very quiet, I look up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;He's staring into his bowl, frowning as he whispers, "Daddy? Is it okay that I like girls?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I glance at Edward, who looks equally nonplussed. "Of course it is, sweetheart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Cam looks between us, still frowning. Placing my hand over his, I smile softly. "Papa used to have girlfriends, too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Really?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward nods. "It's perfectly fine for you to like either boys or girls, Casper."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-343-chaperone.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-345-homework.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-285789920509793424?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/285789920509793424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-344-ice-cream.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/285789920509793424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/285789920509793424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-344-ice-cream.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 344 - Ice Cream'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-4204525855170434604</id><published>2011-12-09T08:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T07:18:59.757-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 343 - Chaperone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward brushes my hand from his knee as he leans forward to peer down at Cam and Victoria. I bite back my amusement; I hadn't expected him to be the overprotective one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Calm down, baby," I breathe, taking his hand. "They're sitting in a public theater. They know&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;both&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;of Cam's dads are nearby. Not to mention they're ten. What do you really think they're going to do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;He mutters something under his breath but leans back, exhaling a heavy sigh. "When did I get to be so old?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I laugh, kissing him softly. "You're not old. You're just right."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-342-movies.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-344-ice-cream.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-4204525855170434604?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/4204525855170434604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-343-chaperone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/4204525855170434604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/4204525855170434604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-343-chaperone.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 343 - Chaperone'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-8181727605866388800</id><published>2011-12-08T08:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T08:53:10.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 342 - Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward watches Cam closely as he gets out of the car to pick up his date. Cam is excited to take Victoria to the movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward, however, is taking his chaperoning duties to heart. He unbuckles, ready to go after Cam, but I put my hand on his knee, stopping him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Relax, sweetheart. They'll be here shortly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I nod toward Cam and Victoria as they walk hand in hand to the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;She smiles shyly and thanks us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Cam simply beams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;When we get to the theater, I make Edward get the concessions. The kids chatter excitedly as we wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-341-girlfriend.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-343-chaperone.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-8181727605866388800?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/8181727605866388800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-342-movies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/8181727605866388800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/8181727605866388800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-342-movies.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 342 - Movies'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-6014762446556893883</id><published>2011-12-07T08:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T08:17:38.241-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 341 - Girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Girlfriend?" Edward asks, his voice strained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I've already heard all about Victoria from Cam, so I keep my back to them. I chop vegetables like nothing is wrong, but I'm stunned that he's old enough to be interested in girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;He's not even eleven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I ignore the little voice that reminds me of the crush I had on Harrison Ford when I was his age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I can't help it that Indiana Jones was hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I snort before I can stop myself, and Edward appears at my side, washing his hands in the sink. "Thanks for the help," he mutters playfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-340-help.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-342-movies.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-6014762446556893883?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/6014762446556893883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-341-girlfriend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/6014762446556893883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/6014762446556893883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-341-girlfriend.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 341 - Girlfriend'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-7195630127872214535</id><published>2011-12-06T07:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T08:43:05.916-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 340 - Help</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Ever since Cam was old enough to do odd jobs around the store, he's insisted on helping, even when most times the help was really a hindrance. We've never minded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Instead, we encourage him whenever we can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;The store itself isn't open yet, but we're working on our first batch of candy for the day, hand-cutting again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward and I smile at each other as we take in the look of utter concentration on Cam's face, trying to make every piece precisely right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward leans in, whispering softly in my ear, "Can we make him stop growing up so fast?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-339-burial.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-341-girlfriend.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-7195630127872214535?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/7195630127872214535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-340-help.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/7195630127872214535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/7195630127872214535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-340-help.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 340 - Help'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-5653469375166705908</id><published>2011-12-05T07:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T07:25:45.676-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 339 - Burial</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward and Cam place the marker they made on the grave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Loki and Freya are lying at my feet, solemn and quiet. Both of them seem to know exactly what's going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Freya nudges my leg with her nose, whining softly. I kneel down, scratching her behind the ear, murmuring, "I know, girl. I miss him, too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Cam wraps his arms around my neck, sniffling. Taking him in my arms, I rise to my feet again, Edward's arms immediately surrounding us both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;He kisses Cam's forehead, whispering, "Come on, let's get back inside."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Freya sticks to my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Loki follows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-338-odin.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-340-help.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-5653469375166705908?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/5653469375166705908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-339-burial.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5653469375166705908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5653469375166705908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-339-burial.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 339 - Burial'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-42543585165205951</id><published>2011-12-04T07:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T07:22:04.220-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 338 - Odin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;We knew it was coming. We'd seen the way he limped when he walked, the way he laid down more often, panting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;But it's still a shock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Daddy?" Cam's voice is fearful as he wraps his arms around my leg, pressing his cheek against my hip. "What's wrong with Odin?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I clear my throat, trying to speak, but I can't seem to tear my eyes from his lifeless form, curled up on his sleeping mat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward kneels on the other side of Cam, pulling him away from my leg and talking to him in a quiet voice, letting me grieve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-337-show-and-tell.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-339-burial.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-42543585165205951?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/42543585165205951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-338-odin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/42543585165205951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/42543585165205951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-338-odin.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 338 - Odin'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-5067329976413295397</id><published>2011-12-03T06:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T07:59:05.678-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 337 - Show-and-Tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"This is my papa," Cam says with pride as he takes Edward's hand. "And this is my daddy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;He grabs my hand and swings between us, throwing his head back with a giggle. Edward glances at me with amusement and kneels next to Cam, whispering to him. Cam nods and says, "Oh, yeah!" and then turns back to his class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"They make candy!" he announces to excited murmurs from the other kids. He explains – in simple, wildly inaccurate terms – how we take raw ingredients like sugar to produce…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"These!" He passes out the special candies we made just for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-336-incredulous.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-338-odin.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-5067329976413295397?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/5067329976413295397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-337-show-and-tell.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5067329976413295397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5067329976413295397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-337-show-and-tell.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 337 - Show-and-Tell'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-7912273041195530886</id><published>2011-12-02T07:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T06:45:10.643-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 336 - Incredulous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;We sit, watching Cam disappear inside without so much as a wave goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I can't see Edward's face, and I have no idea what's going through his mind right now. I can't seem to get past my own emotions as I struggle to grasp how our baby boy is already going to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Cam and Edward had joked and laughed all morning, so I assumed he was handling it much better than I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Until I feel him reach for my hand and squeeze it tightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;He turns to me with shimmering, awed eyes. "Think he'll be okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I nod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-335-grow.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-337-show-and-tell.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-7912273041195530886?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/7912273041195530886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-336-incredulous.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/7912273041195530886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/7912273041195530886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-336-incredulous.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 336 - Incredulous'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-4071527192783582436</id><published>2011-12-01T07:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T07:47:44.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 335 - Grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Months and years pass the way hours and days once did, and long before I'm ready for it, Cam's first day of school arrives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;We delay opening the shop so we can both drop him off. He's bouncing with excitement, so proud to finally be going to school with his older cousins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I drive as they entertain themselves, and Cam's lisp as he sings, "The wheels on the bus go wound and wound," puts a smile on my face that grows when we pull to a stop and he hugs me – half-strangling me – from the backseat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"I love you, Daddy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-334-birth.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-336-incredulous.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-4071527192783582436?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/4071527192783582436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-335-grow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/4071527192783582436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/4071527192783582436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-335-grow.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 335 - Grow'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-6800628677503892491</id><published>2011-11-30T07:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T07:42:48.788-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 334 - Birth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Weeks go by before Rose and Emmett welcome Daisy into the world. This time, the delivery goes much quicker and without complication, much to everyone's relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward holds Cam in his arms, giving him his first view of his baby cousin. Edward whispers, "Gently now. Feel her cheek?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Emmett stands on Rose's other side, grinning widely. The twins are sitting on the end of the bed at Rose's feet, mesmerized by the sight of their new sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Putting my hand on Emmett's shoulder, I mutter, "How on earth are you going to handle all those hormones?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Emmett laughs; Rose glares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-333-appreciate.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-candy-chapter-335-grow.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-6800628677503892491?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/6800628677503892491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-334-birth.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/6800628677503892491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/6800628677503892491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-334-birth.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 334 - Birth'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-5466761265380597155</id><published>2011-11-29T07:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T07:29:42.717-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 333 - Appreciate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward takes his time, exploring every inch of my body as if relearning all my secret places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Whispered words, gentle nips and licks, tender kisses – all conveying his love and devotion for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;My own words are echoes of his; my soft caresses mirror images to Edward's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;His movements as he enters me are slow, deliberate, loving – and I relish every moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Many blissful minutes later, he brings us both to completion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Wrapping him in my arms, I murmur, "I love you, Edward Anthony Masen-Hale."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;He hums, his lips a scant inch from mine. "I love you, too, Jasper Masen-Hale."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-332-seduce.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-334-birth.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-5466761265380597155?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/5466761265380597155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-333-appreciate.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5466761265380597155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5466761265380597155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-333-appreciate.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 333 - Appreciate'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-682235688000688811</id><published>2011-11-28T06:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T07:52:34.425-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 332 - Seduce</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;It's strange, having the house to ourselves for the whole night. No need to be quiet, no need to rush. Just two men in love, smoldering with lust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;After Edward's quiet assurances that Alice is taking great care of Cam, our kisses become heated and urgent, desire flaring with our newly rediscovered freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;When his hands skim my nude flesh, I'm reminded of the first time I knew him this way, and I'm overwhelmed, drowning in countless emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;His inviting mouth envelopes me, his lips hitting the base of my cock as he moans throatily. With him, I've found paradise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-331-relax.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-333-appreciate.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-682235688000688811?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/682235688000688811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-332-seduce.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/682235688000688811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/682235688000688811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-332-seduce.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 332 - Seduce'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-349332350560454484</id><published>2011-11-27T09:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T06:55:47.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 331 - Relax</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;As soon as I walk through the door, I sense it… and smile. There's soft music playing, and one peek in the dining room shows candles lighting the scene of an intimate dinner for two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward, smiling, walks out of the kitchen with a basket of rolls and butter. As soon as his hands are free, I wrap my arms around him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Is this why Rose asked me to help her with the new crib?" I accuse lightly after kissing him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;He shrugs unapologetically. "I may have asked her to keep you occupied for a bit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"You're one sneaky devil..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-330-party.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-332-seduce.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-349332350560454484?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/349332350560454484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-331-relax.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/349332350560454484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/349332350560454484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-331-relax.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 331 - Relax'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-4840504270219144995</id><published>2011-11-26T07:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T09:09:03.704-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 330 - Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Balloons, streamers, and bubbles are everywhere, but Cam is interested in only one thing – the cardboard box his fire engine came in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;He crawls diligently in and out of the box turned on its side while Edward and I watch, talking with the other adults. When it's time to give him his cake, he fusses at being pulled away until he sees the mound of chocolate frosting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;He digs in immediately; with fudge on his nose, cheeks, and even his forehead, he looks at us with a beaming smile. "Mmm! Chocwat!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"That&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;would&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;be his first word," Edward murmurs, laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-329-cousin.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-331-relax.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-4840504270219144995?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/4840504270219144995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-330-party.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/4840504270219144995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/4840504270219144995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-330-party.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 330 - Party'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-4891732213204711505</id><published>2011-11-25T07:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T07:50:35.974-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 329 - Cousin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Rose meets us at the door with Cam on her hip, a huge smile on her face. Her eyes are twinkling as if she's hiding a secret. Edward reaches for Cam, his face lighting up at Cam's giggles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Emmett walks in behind us and pulls Rose in for a hug, lifting her off her feet as he kisses her. Something passes between them. I catch her nod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I frown. "What's going on?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Emmett's grin is huge as they turn to us. Cam coos as Edward bounces him in his arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Your son's going to have a new cousin next year."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-328-triumph.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-330-party.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-4891732213204711505?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/4891732213204711505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-329-cousin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/4891732213204711505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/4891732213204711505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-329-cousin.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 329 - Cousin'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-3206616997039394266</id><published>2011-11-24T07:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T07:33:18.054-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 328 - Triumph</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I stir, instinctively shifting closer and draping my arm across Edward's waist. He gives a small moan, holding me tighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Then my eyes pop open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Into daylight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I frantically check the clock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;8:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward, bleary-eyed, sits up. "Where's Cam?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;We stare at each other for a second and then take off down the hall. I get there first and yank open the door…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;To find Cam lying on his belly, sleeping soundly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward's wide-eyed, incredulous gaze matches mine. "Guess he learned to turn over…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I grin, nodding. "And sleep through the night," I add, slipping my arms around Edward's waist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-327-rock.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-329-cousin.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-3206616997039394266?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/3206616997039394266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-328-triumph.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/3206616997039394266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/3206616997039394266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-328-triumph.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 328 - Triumph'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-5654942348288554479</id><published>2011-11-23T07:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T07:41:58.573-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 327 - Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Sitting in the rocking chair Elizabeth used when Edward was a baby, I hum softly, hoping to lull Cam back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I smile in spite of the exhaustion I feel. I can't help it. Watching the way his little mouth twitches, his tiny fists wave in the air as he slowly settles down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Never in my life would I have thought to have this moment. And now I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Holding my son –&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;our&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;son – in my arms is worth the sleepless nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;My own eyes drift closed before I know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward's quiet, "Shh, I've got him," wakes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-326-sleepless.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-328-triumph.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-5654942348288554479?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/5654942348288554479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-327-rock.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5654942348288554479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5654942348288554479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-327-rock.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 327 - Rock'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-5337313293843275006</id><published>2011-11-22T07:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T07:31:12.993-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 326 - Sleepless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Murffalmi," Edward mumbles, his face buried in his pillow. The plaintive cries coming from the baby monitor make it easy enough to translate the message – it's my turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I push back the covers and stagger around, cursing when I stub my toe on the bed post. Edward sits up at once. "Huh?" Before I can tell him to go back to bed, he says, "You 'kay, baby?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Yeah, I'm fine," I answer quietly. "Go back to sleep."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"'Kay," he yawns, falling back on his pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;My own yawn makes my jaws creak as I make my way to Cam's room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-325-introduce.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-327-rock.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-5337313293843275006?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/5337313293843275006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-326-sleepless.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5337313293843275006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5337313293843275006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-326-sleepless.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 326 - Sleepless'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-5826934485067039371</id><published>2011-11-21T07:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T07:40:25.938-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 325 - Introduce</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Watching Edward put down Cam's car seat and unbuckle him before carefully cradling him makes me smile. He walks toward Rosalie and, for a brief moment as I stand by the doors to the garden, I have another flash of déjà vu. Alice stands beside me, her arm around my waist and her head against my chest as she smiles up at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;She whispers, "I'm glad you got your man, big brother. Well... men, now, I suppose."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;She giggles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I roll my eyes, grinning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;As the evening goes by, Cam gets passed to everyone, murmurs of welcome following him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-324-homecoming.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-326-sleepless.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-5826934485067039371?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/5826934485067039371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-325-introduce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5826934485067039371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5826934485067039371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-325-introduce.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 325 - Introduce'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-5598480464411767180</id><published>2011-11-20T07:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T07:24:00.909-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 324 - Homecoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;As we drive home with Cam safe in his car seat, I still feel on edge. Part of me can't believe that this is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;, that Angela followed through and he's officially ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;When we pull into the driveway, I'm torn between groaning and laughing. I suspected my request to have a quiet first night at home would be ignored, but I didn't expect the giant banner stretched across the doorway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Together, we climb out of the car, and Edward's hand is on the small of my back as we walk toward the smiling faces gathering outside our front door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-323-name.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-325-introduce.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-5598480464411767180?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/5598480464411767180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-324-homecoming.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5598480464411767180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5598480464411767180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-324-homecoming.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 324 - Homecoming'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-5830108832478849372</id><published>2011-11-19T08:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T07:33:23.781-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 323 - Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Angela breaks the silence, whispering, "What will you name him?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I glance at Edward, who smiles as he caresses our boy's face with his finger and says, "Casper Anthony Masen-Hale... Cam, for short."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Cam's asleep, but his lips twitch at the sound of his name, almost as if he's giving his approval. A silly notion – he's far too young for anything like that – but it still makes me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I press my lips gently to Cam's forehead before looking at Angela. "Thank you for giving us such a precious gift, Ang."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Her eyes shimmer as she takes my hand, nodding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-322-sure.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-324-homecoming.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-5830108832478849372?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/5830108832478849372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-323-name.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5830108832478849372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5830108832478849372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-323-name.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 323 - Name'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-4721667219622228143</id><published>2011-11-18T07:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T08:23:20.617-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 322 - Sure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I don't know what I expected, but it wasn't the sense of rightness I feel when our little boy is snuggled into my arms. He's so tiny, so light and fragile, but Edward's arms wrap around me, a reminder of the strength and security we can offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward rests his chin on my shoulder, his cheek against mine as we peer down at our son. We spend a few minutes lost in blissful silence as we absorb this new reality, our new family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I know at once that we made the right decision. We belong together – all three of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-321-initial.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-323-name.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-4721667219622228143?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/4721667219622228143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-322-sure.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/4721667219622228143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/4721667219622228143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-322-sure.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 322 - Sure'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-722824015574960346</id><published>2011-11-17T08:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T07:39:11.881-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 321 - Initial</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I long to hold our son, but we're not sure whether we can or not, and it's still too early to find someone who can help us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Angela's still asleep, so we go to the cafeteria for coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Forty minutes, three coffees, and two pastries apiece later, we go back to her room to find her awake and finishing breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;She smiles timidly. "Have you seen him yet?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I nod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;She calls the nurse, who brings in a tiny bundle, handing it to Angela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Angela glances between us. "Who first?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward nudges me, and I take our son from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-320-precious.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-322-sure.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-722824015574960346?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/722824015574960346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-321-initial.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/722824015574960346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/722824015574960346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-321-initial.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 321 - Initial'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-5181798116307746724</id><published>2011-11-16T07:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T08:14:42.948-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 320 - Precious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;It took everything we had to go to bed after receiving the text, but we knew we couldn't arrive in the middle of the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;So we&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;left&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;at midnight instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;In Boston, we head straight for the hospital, giving Angela's PIN at the nurses' station. We find her still sleeping, and I feel a pang when I see she's all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward squeezes my hand, and I nod, understanding everything he doesn't say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Together, we tiptoe to the nursery, studying the little bundles swaddled in pink and blue receiving blankets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward gasps, grabbing my forearm. "Look! There he is!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-319-deja-vu.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-321-initial.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-5181798116307746724?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/5181798116307746724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-320-precious.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5181798116307746724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5181798116307746724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-320-precious.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 320 - Precious'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-3921583393963059835</id><published>2011-11-15T07:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T07:42:46.274-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 319 - Déjà vu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;The next eight weeks or so, I experience a strange sense of déjà vu as we wait, much like I did before Edward moved in with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;This time, the wait seems infinitely longer and much more stressful. Angela is due at any moment now, and both Edward and I are excited. We've done all we can in the house. Rose is ready to take on the care of another child while we work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;So we wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;And wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Until, finally, our phones buzz at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;A picture of our new baby boy, with a message: "Almost there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-318-ready.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-320-precious.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-3921583393963059835?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/3921583393963059835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-319-deja-vu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/3921583393963059835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/3921583393963059835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-319-deja-vu.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 319 - Déjà vu'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-4184951525167276048</id><published>2011-11-14T07:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T07:01:15.560-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 318 - Ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"What the hell is this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I glance over as Edward pulls out a tangled web of mesh netting and bars that slip out, clanging loudly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I laugh. "Hell if I know." I put down the last box in the nursery. "We'll have to ask Rosie."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;He shakes his head, dropping the mesh on the floor. He watches me for a moment and then reaches out, beckoning me with his fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I answer wordlessly, stepping over and kissing him thoroughly. Reluctantly, I pull away. "Come on… we've got a lot to do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;His eyes brighten. "Let's get ready for our baby."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-317-decision.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-319-deja-vu.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-4184951525167276048?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/4184951525167276048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-318-ready.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/4184951525167276048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/4184951525167276048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-318-ready.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 318 - Ready'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-4665051511803447035</id><published>2011-11-13T08:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T07:08:43.113-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 317 - Decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;A loud whoop reaches us over the din of the machines. Emmett and I exchange alarmed glances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward rushes in, leaning against the barrier as he shouts, "Jasper! She said yes!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I stare at him, shocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;From the corner of my eye, I see Emmett's grin widen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward pushes himself up so his feet are off the ground, his whole face alight with happiness. "Angela decided; they just called! We're going to be fathers!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;The whole cafe erupts in cheers and congratulations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward laughs, saying, "I gotta get back in there..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I reach him in four strides, kissing him soundly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-316-hopeful.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-318-ready.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-4665051511803447035?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/4665051511803447035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-317-decision.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/4665051511803447035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/4665051511803447035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-317-decision.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 317 - Decision'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-3861615574511523437</id><published>2011-11-12T07:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T08:36:53.173-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 316 - Hopeful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Angela brushes long, dark hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. Her deep brown eyes are wary as she glances between us, and she rubs her belly unconsciously. "So how long have you two been together?" she asks in the quiet voice that's already become familiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Almost three years," Edward answers automatically, and I smile as I reach to take his hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Angela smiles in response, her eyes growing warmer as she watches Edward's thumb rub my hand. "And you're sure you want a baby?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Her questions have grown harder, more serious, and I've grown cautiously hopeful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-315-anxious.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-317-decision.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-3861615574511523437?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/3861615574511523437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-316-hopeful.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/3861615574511523437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/3861615574511523437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-316-hopeful.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 316 - Hopeful'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-7529574752770972032</id><published>2011-11-11T07:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T07:03:23.921-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 315 - Anxious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward's fidgeting in his seat, his knee bouncing nervously. He straightens the condiments on the table again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I rest my hand on his knee, squeezing it in reassurance. He glances at me, smiling timidly, and mutters, "Sorry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Leaning in, I kiss him briefly. "Relax, sweetheart. Just be yourself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;He nods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;The words are easy enough to say, but inside my heart's hammering so loud that I fear he'll hear it and call my bluff. I'm just as anxious for this meeting as he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Much sooner than we'd expected, we're face to face with our would-be baby's mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-314-thorough.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-316-hopeful.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-7529574752770972032?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/7529574752770972032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-315-anxious.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/7529574752770972032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/7529574752770972032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-315-anxious.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 315 - Anxious'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-4674789118047360479</id><published>2011-11-10T07:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T07:42:46.338-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 314 - Thorough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;The year-long period of relative calm we've experienced as a married couple is gone, replaced by countless questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Do we want to adopt a baby, even knowing how long we'd have to wait? Should we adopt an older child to give him a chance? Do we want to adopt a boy or a girl? Does it matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;And that's just the conversations between the two of us. Our days are filled with making candy and doing research on everything from legal matters to daycare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;We go to bed each night exhausted but with smiles on our face, our excitement building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-313-discuss.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-315-anxious.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-4674789118047360479?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/4674789118047360479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-314-thorough.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/4674789118047360479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/4674789118047360479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-314-thorough.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 314 - Thorough'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-3002852304422382642</id><published>2011-11-09T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T07:44:11.628-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 313 - Discuss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;He curls up against me, his fingers idly making figure-eights on my stomach. Placing a kiss on my chest, he looks at me through his lashes, smiling tenderly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Seeing you with Lily and Jasmine, being around them. Seeing Rose and Em... I want that, too. For us..." His brow furrows suddenly. "Unless you don't-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Dipping my head, I silence him with my lips. "You're going to make a great dad, Edward."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;He lights up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Cupping his cheek, I hold his gaze. "Are you sure about this? It won't be like puppies, you know. And we can't give a baby back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-312-wonder.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-314-thorough.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-3002852304422382642?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/3002852304422382642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-313-discuss.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/3002852304422382642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/3002852304422382642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-313-discuss.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 313 - Discuss'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-6233226776444779366</id><published>2011-11-08T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T07:29:01.812-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 312 - Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;The sheets fall to my waist as I lean against the headboard, running my fingers through my hair and working to catch my breath, both from exertion and from the news Edward just gave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"You're serious?" I ask, my eyes flashing to his. Until I feel hope blooming in my chest, I hadn't realized that I&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;wanted&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;what he was asking. "You want to have a baby?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;His grin is crooked and perfect when he says, "Well, I don't think it'll work exactly that way, but… yeah." His smile falters. "I mean, we don't&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;to, but I just…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-311-sublime.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-313-discuss.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-6233226776444779366?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/6233226776444779366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-312-wonder.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/6233226776444779366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/6233226776444779366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-312-wonder.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 312 - Wonder'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-7736435628184496099</id><published>2011-11-07T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T07:42:47.913-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 311 - Sublime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;His back arches as he cries out, his whole body trembling from the intensity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I feel it, too, and follow soon after, continuing to move my hips in hopes of prolonging this feeling of utter bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;My arms give way, and I collapse on top of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;He loosely wraps his arms around me, whispering an awed, "Fuck me..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I chuckle. "I thought I just did, babe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward rolls his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Shifting off of him, I snuggle up close, humming contentedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;His fingers trail lazily across my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;After a few quiet moments, he kisses my forehead. "Hey, Jazz?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Hmm?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-310-rapt.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-312-wonder.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-7736435628184496099?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/7736435628184496099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-311-sublime.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/7736435628184496099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/7736435628184496099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-311-sublime.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 311 - Sublime'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-8904882457737580302</id><published>2011-11-06T07:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T08:37:13.114-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 310 - Rapt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;When he trails off, I glance at him curiously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"I thought it'd be Jasmine first," he explains with a shrug, returning his attention to the twins. "She's so…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Wild," I supply with a grin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;He laughs. "Bold," he corrects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I nod, watching them with a smile. "Lily's the observer, though," I muse. "She's been trying to figure it out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Just then, Rosalie appears with the camera, and everything happens at once. There are delighted squeals after the first few pictures are taken – squeals that startle Lily, who cries when she sits down hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Still, her smile – and determination – return quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-309-barbecue.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-311-sublime.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-8904882457737580302?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/8904882457737580302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-310-rapt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/8904882457737580302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/8904882457737580302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-310-rapt.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 310 - Rapt'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-6299468936203486789</id><published>2011-11-05T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T07:47:14.663-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 309 - Barbecue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I glance around quickly, but no one's there. I can see Emmett inside with his back to the open doors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Picking up one of the toys, I throw it to get his attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;It hits his leg. He turns around, the look of irritation morphing into awe and delight as he sees Lily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I hear him hiss, "Rose! Quick! Camera!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Satisfied that the rest of the family will be out here soon, I turn to look at my niece again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward's fingers search for mine. I smile, squeezing his hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;He mutters, "I can't believe it... I thought for sure..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-308-interact.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-310-rapt.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-6299468936203486789?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/6299468936203486789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-309-barbecue.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/6299468936203486789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/6299468936203486789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-309-barbecue.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 309 - Barbecue'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-6797231784070087729</id><published>2011-11-04T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T07:05:07.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 308 - Interact</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;The summer sun beats down on my neck as I stretch my legs out. I lean back, my elbows on the step above me and my eyes trained on little Jasmine crawling toward Loki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;The puppy hops back, crouching and lifting his head to bark, but it doesn't scare her at all. She grins, cackling as she reaches for him, and he nips at her hand playfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Oh my god!" Edward's soft whisper is followed by a light tap on my biceps. "Jazz, look!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I glance to my left and see Lily taking her first wobbling step toward her sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-307-spring.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-309-barbecue.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-6797231784070087729?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/6797231784070087729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-308-interact.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/6797231784070087729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/6797231784070087729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-308-interact.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 308 - Interact'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-3590114873982842780</id><published>2011-11-03T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T07:56:10.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 307 - Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I watch from the door, grinning at the sight in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward is laughing, rubbing Odin's belly, though his eyes are on the mess of puppies around him. They're stumbling around the pen we erected in the backyard. The littlest one – Eisa – keeps tripping over her big paws, falling on her face time and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Freya's got a mouthful with the biggest pup – Loki, the howler – who keeps trying to get away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward looks up at me, his smile as radiant as the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I walk over to him and sit down beside him, surrounded by my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-306-litter.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-308-interact.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-3590114873982842780?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/3590114873982842780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-307-spring.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/3590114873982842780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/3590114873982842780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-307-spring.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 307 - Spring'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-1330254447574930832</id><published>2011-11-02T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T07:59:31.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 306 - Litter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward peeks around the corner, watching Freya and the puppies. Since she has finally chosen a spot – for now – we're leaving her alone as much as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I smile at the way he's holding onto the frame, craning his neck forward. Stepping up to him, I wrap my arms around his waist and press my lips silently against his skin, still salty from working hard all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Together, we watch the tiny Ridgebacks tremble as they take tentative steps. A demanding howl rises above the others' plaintive whimpers, and Edward grins, patting my hand. "We have to keep that one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-305-impatient.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-307-spring.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-1330254447574930832?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/1330254447574930832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-306-litter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/1330254447574930832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/1330254447574930832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-306-litter.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 306 - Litter'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-5393933348796767600</id><published>2011-11-01T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:15:20.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 305 - Impatient</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Everything's in place already, even though Freya isn't due for another couple of weeks. Edward's been fussing over her ever since we got the news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;It's been endearing, amusing, and at times a little frustrating to watch, though I understand completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;The first time he feels the puppies move in her belly, he gets the same awed expression on his face as when he first felt the twins move inside Rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Odin sniffs Edward's hand as it's lying on Freya's flank. I scratch his ear, chuckling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Looks like you're not the only one looking forward to this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward grins sheepishly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-304-vet.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-306-litter.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-5393933348796767600?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/5393933348796767600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-305-impatient.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5393933348796767600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5393933348796767600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-305-impatient.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 305 - Impatient'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-2862479917185727270</id><published>2011-10-31T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T07:22:30.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 304 - Vet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"They're fine," Edward says, but his knee bounces, giving him away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"I know," I answer. I bring his hand to my lips, smiling when he squeezes my fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;We both look up when the veterinarian steps into the office. He's half-smiling, almost as if he's hiding a secret. "Well," he begins, "How do you two feel about being grandparents?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward tilts his head, his expression mirroring my confusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;The vet's smile becomes full-blown. "Freya's carrying a litter," he explains before his face falls. "If you want, we can abort and-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"No."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward and I speak as one, exchanging a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-303-shell-shocked.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-candy-chapter-305-impatient.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-2862479917185727270?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/2862479917185727270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-304-vet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/2862479917185727270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/2862479917185727270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-304-vet.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 304 - Vet'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-6326683047416574894</id><published>2011-10-30T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T07:25:03.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 303 - Shell-shocked</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I frown at the wide-eyed look on Edward's face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"No... Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;He blinks, looking over his shoulder at something I can't see as I follow his gaze. When our eyes meet, he clears his throat and shakes his head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;He takes a seat next to me again and runs his fingers through his hair, eyeing me warily. "Let's just say I have a better appreciation for how Embry felt when he walked in on us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I tilt my head in confusion. "What are you-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;My jaw drops as realization hits me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Oh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;He leans back with a sigh. "Yeah... Oh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-302-descry.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-304-vet.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-6326683047416574894?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/6326683047416574894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-303-shell-shocked.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/6326683047416574894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/6326683047416574894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-303-shell-shocked.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 303 - Shell-shocked'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-6371495698188572031</id><published>2011-10-29T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T07:28:27.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 302 - Descry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;As the holidays wind down, we settle back into our normal lives. A few weeks after Christmas, we're sitting on the couch watching a movie when we hear a thump down the hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I frown, starting to get up, but Edward murmurs, "I'll check," and kisses my cheek before standing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I pause the movie, running my fingers through my hair with a yawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Uhh…" I hear from down the hall. "Umm… Jazz?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;"Yeah, babe?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Edward doesn't answer, but I hear a door close and then his footsteps returning. He stops in the doorway. "Is ahh… is Odin fixed?" he asks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-301-christmas-day.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-303-shell-shocked.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-6371495698188572031?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/6371495698188572031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-302-descry.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/6371495698188572031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/6371495698188572031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-302-descry.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 302 - Descry'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-1477535969890526738</id><published>2011-10-28T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T07:42:28.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 301 - Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;I watch as Edward cradles Lily in his arms, talking softly into her hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Rose stops behind me, placing her hand on my shoulder. I look up to find her watching them with a fond smile, before lowering her eyes to mine. Squeezing my shoulder, she says, "Now there's a handsome picture."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I blush slightly, nodding in agreement. Edward had said that seeing me with the twins had looked right, but I can say the same about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;A chuckle escapes as I think about his mock-surprise that morning at "finding" the plate and glass empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;His eyes meet mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-300-silly.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-302-descry.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-1477535969890526738?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/1477535969890526738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-301-christmas-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/1477535969890526738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/1477535969890526738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-301-christmas-day.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 301 - Christmas Day'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-9213701085416231978</id><published>2011-10-27T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T07:27:18.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 300 - Silly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I head back to the dining room, determined to finish the wrapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward joins me; it turns out he's much better at keeping up with the scissors than I am. He also takes every opportunity to tickle me when I lean over, making my job harder – but a hell of a lot more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turn off the lights, starting for the bedroom, he says, "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look back, puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We need cookies and milk for Santa," he explains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh incredulously. "Santa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He mutters, "Not in front of the kids," nodding toward the dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-299-perfect.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-301-christmas-day.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-9213701085416231978?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/9213701085416231978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-300-silly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/9213701085416231978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/9213701085416231978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-300-silly.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 300 - Silly'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-6411848276259733999</id><published>2011-10-26T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T08:07:27.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 299 - Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire crackles, bathing us in warmth as we sit on the floor. Edward's seated between my legs with his back to me, and my arms are wrapped around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rest my chin on his shoulder, my eyes on the drawings he made me. I can't decide which I love more: the one of Lily in her crib – or Jasmine in her swing. Maybe the one of them together lying on the rug before the fireplace. But it's most likely the one of Edward and me, dancing at our wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns, grinning as he offers me a cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-298-christmas-eve.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-300-silly.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-6411848276259733999?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/6411848276259733999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-299-perfect.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/6411848276259733999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/6411848276259733999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-299-perfect.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 299 - Perfect'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-34290743336663378</id><published>2011-10-25T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T06:59:48.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 298 - Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Jasper?" Edward calls from the doorway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I study the mess on the dining room table, presents and wrapping paper and the goddamn scissors I can't seem to find. "Yeah, baby?" I ask absently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he doesn't answer, I glance up to find him standing there, holding a wrapped box in front of him. "I started a fire," he answers with that crooked smile I love. "I thought we could exchange presents tonight. Before… you know…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nod, a smile spreading on my lips. "Before the madhouse tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiles when I stand to kiss him. "Sounds perfect," I whisper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-297-tradition.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-299-perfect.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-34290743336663378?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/34290743336663378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-298-christmas-eve.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/34290743336663378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/34290743336663378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-298-christmas-eve.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 298 - Christmas Eve'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-1689232487188574275</id><published>2011-10-24T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T07:18:27.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 297 - Tradition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers tangling in his hair, I pull his lips to mine, kissing him languidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rest my forehead against his, humming. "Mmm… at some point, you're going to have to tell me about your other fantasies, sweetheart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He chuckles, whispering, "I will; promise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grin, cupping his cheek. "For now, though, I think we should clean up and go home. By the way..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward quirks a brow in question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm looking forward to next Christmas already. Think it'll be just you and me closing shop for the holidays from now on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughs. "I can live with that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-296-life.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-298-christmas-eve.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-1689232487188574275?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/1689232487188574275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-297-tradition.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/1689232487188574275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/1689232487188574275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-297-tradition.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 297 - Tradition'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-5861072536740608579</id><published>2011-10-23T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T07:51:40.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 296 - Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bites his bottom lip and nods. "Oh, yeah, we did…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gently, he pulls out and helps turn me around, wrapping his arms low around my waist. He kisses me thoroughly, all soft lips and sighs and moans. When we part, he leaves his lips against mine and whispers, "Thank you for making one of my favorite fantasies come to life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Favorite?" I ask, stepping back with a grin. "You've thought about this… other than when you first saw me, I mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hell yeah." He grins mischievously. "Many, many times…" He leans forward, nipping my ear. "Mostly in the shower."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-295-disbelief.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-297-tradition.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-5861072536740608579?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/5861072536740608579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-296-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5861072536740608579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5861072536740608579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-296-life.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 296 - Life'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-1166229566863332494</id><published>2011-10-22T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T07:37:45.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 295 - Disbelief</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hand snakes around me, grabbing my cock and pumping me. His hips snap harder against mine, moving more erratically with each thrust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moans, oaths, and pleas mingle in the air. I can't tell anymore who utters them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One final flick of his wrist, one last thrust, and I cry out, my voice hoarse, unrecognizable to my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I'm coherent again, Edward's splayed over my back, panting and kissing along my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goddamn..." I croak. Clearing my throat, I look over my shoulder at him. My voice is husky. "Did we really&amp;nbsp;just do this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He chuckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-294-take.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-296-life.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-1166229566863332494?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/1166229566863332494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-295-disbelief.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/1166229566863332494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/1166229566863332494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-295-disbelief.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 295 - Disbelief'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-4078521881446874570</id><published>2011-10-21T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T07:09:34.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 294 - Take</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The edge of the desk digs into my thighs, but I barely notice. I stretch across, reaching for the other side to hold myself in place as Edward pounds into me. His flesh slaps mine, the sound mixing with our moans and panting breath to fill my office with a music I never imagined it would hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward obviously did. He grunts, "God damn, I've wanted… you like… this for so… fucking&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt;…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hands roam my body, skimming my back, my thighs, my ass before returning to my hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop the husky, "Harder," spilling from my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-293-desire.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-295-disbelief.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-4078521881446874570?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/4078521881446874570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-294-take.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/4078521881446874570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/4078521881446874570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-294-take.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 294 - Take'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-5933916951851999464</id><published>2011-10-20T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T07:29:03.422-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 293 - Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 10px; text-rendering: optimizelegibility;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/N:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;So there've been some interesting reviews over the past couple of chapters that have led us to believe there were a few... minor points that needed covering. First: the boys make hard candy, not chocolate. So, sorry, but no chocolate covered boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Second: candy covered boys? They work with&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;boiled sugar&lt;/em&gt;, people. Sugar burns are&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;nasty,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;not to mention very painful and by no means sexy in any way, shape, or form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;That said, these two are all for hot and sweet, so let's keep on, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr noshade="noshade" size="1" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; height: 1px;" /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;My eyes refuse to stay open as he works me over, my head lolling back as moans and whimpers escape me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I'm lost in feeling – in&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;I gasp as I feel his finger press into me, my eyes flying open to find his, then flickering around to see a small bottle of lube on the desk next to me. My question dies on my lips as he hits my prostate, eliciting a low moan instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Slowly, he stretches me, keeping me always on the brink without allowing me to fall over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;All reason has left me, and I beg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-292-harbor.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-294-take.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-5933916951851999464?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/5933916951851999464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-293-desire.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5933916951851999464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5933916951851999464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-293-desire.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 293 - Desire'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-1882258120198463093</id><published>2011-10-19T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T07:38:01.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 292 - Harbor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He guides me backwards, leading me through the darkness to my office, where he flips on my desk lamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here," he murmurs, clearing papers away. He unbuttons my pants and slips his hand inside, making me gasp when he tightens his grip around my shaft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I know it, my jeans are around my ankles, and I'm sitting on my desk. He drops to his knees, licking his lips eagerly. "&lt;em&gt;This&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;is what I wanted to do…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further warning, he takes me deeply, his tongue caressing my cock as my fingers tighten in his hair. "Oh my…&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;fuck&lt;/em&gt;, Edward…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-291-admit.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-293-desire.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-1882258120198463093?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/1882258120198463093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-292-harbor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/1882258120198463093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/1882258120198463093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-292-harbor.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 292 - Harbor'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-3462272215332356063</id><published>2011-10-18T06:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T07:42:02.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 291 - Admit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others are already gone, leaving just Edward and me to close up shop. He stalks over to me, his bottom lip disappearing between his teeth. He wraps his arms around me, whispering in my ear; his breath fans my skin, making me shiver. "You know... from the moment I met you, there's something I've wanted to do..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kisses below my ear, pressing closer to me as I tilt my head. My hands grasp his hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah? What's that, babe?" I rasp, his teeth teasing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His lips crash to mine briefly. "I'll show you..." he says hoarsely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-290-work.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-292-harbor.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-3462272215332356063?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/3462272215332356063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-291-admit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/3462272215332356063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/3462272215332356063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-291-admit.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 291 - Admit'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-7004211703567142943</id><published>2011-10-17T07:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T06:51:09.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 290 - Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes too quickly, making a mockery of the snail's pace of last year's holidays. Business is booming despite the off-season, thanks in large part to Edward's ideas. He's implemented some changes, brought in Wi-Fi and new menu items, but I think overall it's Edward himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His personality sparkles like his smile, warm and inviting. He remembers customers by name, asking about their families while I work in the back with Emmett, sneaking glances at my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before Christmas Eve, he puts the&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Closed&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;sign in the window and turns to me with a gleam in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-289-normal.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-291-admit.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-7004211703567142943?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/7004211703567142943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-290-work.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/7004211703567142943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/7004211703567142943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-290-work.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 290 - Work'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-1910951441254330439</id><published>2011-10-16T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T07:30:05.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 289 - Normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are on the dogs as they play on the beach. Edward has his arm around my waist, and I have mine around his as we slowly walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's on your mind?" I murmur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stops us, watching them for a moment before turning to me and resting his head against my shoulder. "Nothing, really. Just wanted a little time to ourselves – away from all the craziness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile, pressing my lips to his forehead as I turn and pull him into my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tightens his around me, humming quietly. He lifts his eyes to mine. "Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-288-picture.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-290-work.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-1910951441254330439?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/1910951441254330439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-289-normal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/1910951441254330439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/1910951441254330439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-289-normal.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 289 - Normal'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-3239586563524332436</id><published>2011-10-15T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T07:55:02.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 288 - Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, when we're all so stuffed we can barely move, we settle on the couches to watch football all afternoon. The twins nap; most of us follow suit, half-dozing until someone cheers or rants at the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the twins wake again, Alice rouses us all for another tradition – Thanksgiving pictures. This year is different, with so many new family members, and my smile feels exponentially brighter when Edward kisses my cheek just before the flash goes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everyone parts ways again, his hand stays in mine. "Walk with me?" he whispers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course," I answer, grabbing my coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-287-thankful.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-289-normal.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-3239586563524332436?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/3239586563524332436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-288-picture.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/3239586563524332436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/3239586563524332436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-288-picture.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 288 - Picture'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-2436942093801639163</id><published>2011-10-14T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T06:29:19.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 287 - Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking his hand, I lift it to my lips before taking a deep breath and clearing my throat. My eyes are on him as I speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm thankful that Edward never gave up. I'm thankful for Rosalie and Alice, for being there and helping me realize what was waiting for me if I'd only let it. I'm thankful to really,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt;, know love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward squeezes my hand, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me feels silly, like always when we do this, but for once, it is more important to me to say the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For him to hear me, and I him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-286-around.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-288-picture.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-2436942093801639163?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/2436942093801639163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-287-thankful.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/2436942093801639163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/2436942093801639163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-287-thankful.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 287 - Thankful'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-7266186504136524092</id><published>2011-10-13T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T14:36:38.378-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Amber of the Moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prince Charming'/><title type='text'>Prince Charming</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img height="352px;" id="internal-source-marker_0.2148574811872095" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/rYjmybBJJ7yhjeCKbczZsCCcRFC6YBKOW2TXdAdscxuSG91jIkn4u0_usLBs-bbFPgA7z9aMNlRT3iTMXW9j4PI-yHU5tFV1E49iayEE3YSj_vIZ" width="264px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;A/N: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Happy belated Birthday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;ninapolitan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;! We hope you had a wonderful day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;As ever, we do not own Twilight - it owns us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;ooOoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Tanya tugs at my sleeve, pleading, “Daddy, hurry! They'll start without us.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Barely managing not to roll my eyes at her impatience, I pat her shoulder. “Sweetheart, there's plenty of time. The previews haven't even started yet, I promise.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;The girl behind the counter hands me the popcorn and soda, smiling flirtatiously as she wishes us a good time. The smile I give in turn is polite, nothing more. Tanya, however, narrows her eyes a little and states in no uncertain terms that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; is my “date.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Part of me wants to laugh at my little girl's staking her claim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Entrance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;When we step into the theater, the lights are just lowering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“We’re gonna miss it!” Tanya whisper-shrieks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“Tanya,” I say firmly, “Look – they’re still showing commercials. It’s fine.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I hear a low chuckle and follow it to its source, right in the middle of the theater. My eyes widen at the sight of messy hair that seems to be auburn despite the blues and greens from the screen. What really catches my attention, though, is his warm smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“Dad-dy, come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;!” She grabs my sleeve, leading me to the row behind him, two seats to the right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Chatter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;The previews for other movies are completely ignored by Tanya – and the little girl sitting in front of her. Both of them start to chatter about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;, their excited voices almost enough to drown out the noises from the screen. Almost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Glancing at the man in the other row, I find him smiling indulgently at the little girl, occasionally chipping in when she asks a question. I'm not even sure what he says, though, too enthralled by how he looks and sounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;He chuckles again, turning to me with a grin. “Can't miss with a Princess movie.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I nod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;The girls grow quiet as they settle into the movie. I’m only half-listening to it – most of my attention is on the man in front of me, and I silently thank Tanya for choosing these seats. He’s beautiful, even in profile, and my thoughts circle in strange places, some of them dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Coming out to Esme, Tanya’s mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Being so incredibly lost after our divorce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Feeling nervous anticipation on my first date with a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Knowing with absolute certainty that my first kiss with a man was everything a kiss was supposed to be – and everything I’d never known before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Startle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“Is she gonna be okay, Daddy?” Tanya says quietly, causing me to almost jump out of my seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I blink. “Who, Beauty?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;She rolls her eyes at me, and I catch a quiet chuckle from the guy in front as she says, “No, Daddy, her name's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Aurora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Swallowing back amusement and mortification alike, I decide to tease her, hoping to cover up my faux pas. “You should know she'll be fine, you've seen the movie often enough.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Chancing a glance at Gorgeous Guy, I blush when I catch him grinning at me. He winks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Thank &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; it's dark in here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I try to keep my thoughts from roaming as we watch the rest of the movie. When Prince Charming leans down to kiss Aurora, Tanya squeezes my hand. “You need a Prince Charming, Daddy.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Her whisper is a touch too loud, but when my heart leaps into my throat, it’s not from embarrassment – it’s pride and even a little bit of longing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“Thanks, baby,” I whisper gruffly. “Now watch the movie.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;She giggles at the silly face I make, and the moment passes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I can’t help but wonder what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; thinks, though – dare I hope that he might be interested?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Almost as soon as the credits begin to roll, Tanya squirms in her seat and turns to me with a frown. “Daddy...” she whisper-whines, giving me the look that tells me she needs to go to the bathroom but is too embarrassed to say so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“C'mon,” I say, taking her hand as I stand up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;We walk to the restrooms, Gorgeous Guy and the little girl trailing behind us. I try not to listen in as she regales him with details from the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Both girls dart into the restrooms, leaving us guys standing outside, looking awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“So,” he says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Overhear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I expect something like – a comment about the weather or the girls – so I literally blink in shock when he says, “I couldn’t help but overhear – are you gay?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;The hopeful note I hear in his voice brings a smile to my lips. I don’t hesitate before telling him I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“Please tell me if I’m overstepping, but did you adopt or..?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I shake my head, my smile fading slightly. “Her mother and I divorced when she was a baby. Not long after I came out.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“Oh.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;That single syllable hangs heavily in the air before I catch his eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;His eyes search mine, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks as he bites his lip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Rubbing the back of my neck, I clear my throat when he doesn't say anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Puffing out my cheeks, I ask, “So, is that your little girl?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“Oh!” His eyes widen as he shakes his head. “No. No, that's Bella, my niece.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“Ah.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;More awkward silence, which is filled suddenly by two giggling girls. I barely catch Tanya's “Shh!” as they open the door. Both girls look between us expectantly and then frown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Gorgeous Guy shakes his head again, rolling his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Bella skips to him and slips her hand into his, tugging until he leans down. She cups her hand around his ear and whispers. Whatever she says makes him peer up at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Adorable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“You sure?” he asks her softly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;She nods, beaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Straightening up, he smiles. “We always go out for ice cream after a movie – standard date and all. Would you two like to join us?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Tanya nods vigorously before I can even ask her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“Sure, that sounds great… I’m Carlisle, by the way.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;His cheeks flame. “Oh god, I’m sorry.” The girls erupt in giggles. “I’m Edward.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Treat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;We shake hands, holding on just a little longer than etiquette allows. When we let go, I immediately feel a sense of loss. Putting a hand on Tanya's shoulder, I muster a smile as I tell Edward to lead the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;We fall into step easily, the girls skipping a few paces ahead of us, giggling and talking as they go, while Edward and I alternate between smiling indulgently at them and casting curious glances at each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Reaching the ice cream parlor, we order, but before I can pull out my wallet, Edward stops me and says, “My treat.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Observe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Tanya and Bella have become fast friends in the way only seven-year-old little girls can. They dig into their sundaes, which are more marshmallows and sprinkles than ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I take a bite of my peanut butter ice cream and lick the spoon, my eyes lingering on Edward, who pretends not to notice he has whipped cream on his nose to entertain the girls. It takes Bella four tries before she manages to wipe it off, though all she does is smear it more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;When Edward takes his own napkin and cleans the rest away, his green eyes meet mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Chill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I don’t know whether it's something in his eyes, or the too big bite of ice cream I took, but a shiver runs down my spine all the same. The corner of Edward's lips curls up before he lets Bella distract him again as she asks, “Uncle Edward, can Tanya and I go play?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;He tilts his head, glancing at me as he says, “Sure, if Carlisle says it's okay?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I nod, and both girls squeal. Tanya flings her arms around my neck. I barely manage to hug her back before she's off and running to catch up to Bella. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;We both watch through the plate glass window until they’re settled on the swings. The silence stretches just a little too long before I say, “So, you said Bella’s your niece…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;He nods and swallows, wiping his mouth. “Yeah, my brother Emmett’s kid. About once a month, we go out on a date.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I smile and start to tell him about my dates with Tanya, but he stops me in my tracks when he gives a rueful smile and mutters, “Only date I’ve had in a long time.” He takes another bite of ice cream, and I do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Silence reigns for the next minute or so as I try to muster up the courage to do what I really want to do: ask Edward for a date of my own. That sort of thing's never come easily to me, but something about him – about the way he interacts with both girls, the way he looks – makes it so I simply &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; to get to know him better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Taking a sip of water, I clear my throat. “So, Edward... I-I was wondering if maybe you'd... like to go out with me?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;He stares. My heart's beating in my throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Accept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;As he sits there, I realize my potentially crucial mistake – he asked if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; was gay. He never said he was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Before I can apologize, he smiles warmly. “Yeah, that sounds great.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I smile in return and then I’m babbling, “I was thinking we could go to dinner and then maybe a movie without fairies and dancing animals? Or if you want, we could go to a club or-”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I cut off abruptly as he laughs and covers my hand with his. “You’re adorable, Carlisle. And any of those sound good.” Tilting his head, he grins wickedly. “Or all.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Linger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;For a moment, I'm lost in his eyes and the feel of his hand on mine. When his bottom lip disappears between his teeth, I can feel my blush bloom on my cheeks. I duck my chin a little, attempting to hide it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;His quiet chuckle and squeeze of my hand tells me I failed, but I can't honestly find it in me to really care too much about that. It's been too long since I've been comfortable with another guy. Too long since feeling okay about showing any sort of affection to another while Tanya's around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Oh shit, Tanya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Giggle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;My eyes fly to the window – where I find both girls, pressed against the glass and giggling. When they see me looking, Tanya squeals and says something to Bella before they both dart toward the swings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Edward and I laugh, and I squeeze his hand before letting go. We watch each other in silence for a moment before he says, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“No,” I answer honestly, “I’m fine. This feels… good, actually.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;He smiles broadly. “It does. So... tell me, would it be too forward to kiss you before the date?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I blink in surprise, mouth opening and closing several times before I manage a stuttered, “I-I... umm...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;The very thought of feeling his lips against mine, of tasting him, has me shivering in anticipation even as my brain tries to come up with reasons why it might be a bad idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Edward ducks his chin briefly, glancing up at me through his lashes as he whispers, “I've been wanting to since the moment you walked into that theater earlier.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;His admission stuns me out of my stupor, though I've yet to find my voice again. I nod, instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;He smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;He slides his chair around the table toward me, our eyes locked the entire time. I turn to face him, and he slips his knee between mine as he leans forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I watch Edward’s green eyes drift shut just before I close mine. His hand cups my cheek, bringing warmth that spreads to my lips when he kisses me softly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I can’t help sighing softly and leaning forward, parting my lips slightly. When our tongues meet, his fingers slip into my hair. The sweetness of strawberry ice cream mixes with his own taste, and I don’t ever want to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Interruption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;A shriek has us both jumping apart and blushing fiercely as we turn to its source: Bella and Tanya, wearing huge grins. As soon as they see us looking at them, they run up, immediately babbling when they reach us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Edward and I exchange an amused grin as we listen to the girls go on and on about us. You'd think from hearing them talk that they had all of this schemed out for weeks between them, instead of only having met today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Tanya climbs in my lap and says, “See, Daddy, I told you you needed a Prince Charming.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Edward stands, taking Bella’s hand. “I guess we better get going… we don’t want to interrupt the rest of your date.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I can tell from the pink flush on his cheeks that he’s embarrassed by what Tanya said – it’s endearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“And we don’t want to interrupt yours,” I say, but I can’t seem to make myself turn away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“Oh!” Edward says with a laugh. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his smart phone. “Can I get your number?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Tanya practically bounces on my knee as I give it to him. I put her on the ground and stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;With a sigh, I reluctantly hold my hand out to say goodbye. Edward smiles, though I can see in his eyes a similar sentiment to mine. Instead of taking my hand, he pulls me in for a hug, kissing my neck before whispering, “I'm really glad to have met you, Carlisle. I'll call tonight so we can plan our date. Around eight okay?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I hum in agreement, hugging him back. When we pull apart, it is to see the girls hugging and whispering to each other. I chuckle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“Looks like we'll need to set up play dates for them, too.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;We part ways outside the shop, and I glance back over my shoulder to see Edward doing the same. He waves just before turning the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I sigh, and Tanya swings our hands between us. “What’s the matter, Daddy?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“Nothing, sweetheart,” I answer honestly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“Can I tell you a secret?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“Of course.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I automatically kneel down, and she leans in to whisper in my ear, “Mr. Edward likes you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Laughing, I hug her tightly. “I think I like him, too.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“I’m glad, Daddy,” she says simply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;When I stand, she takes my hand again, chattering away as we walk home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-7266186504136524092?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/7266186504136524092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/prince-charming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/7266186504136524092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/7266186504136524092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/prince-charming.html' title='Prince Charming'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-3804614420454214879</id><published>2011-10-13T08:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T09:00:06.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AXO'/><title type='text'>AXO rec'ed by TwiWrite Headquarters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twiwrite.net/headquarters/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/slash-banner-HASHD-300x136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.twiwrite.net/headquarters/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/slash-banner-HASHD-300x136.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;P.J rec'ed AXO yesterday for &lt;a href="http://www.twiwrite.net/headquarters/2011/10/alpha-xi-omega-by-whitlock-masen/"&gt;TwiWrite Headquarter&lt;/a&gt;'s Hot &amp;amp; Slashy Hump Day. Thanks, sweets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-3804614420454214879?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/3804614420454214879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/axo-reced-by-twiwrite-headquarters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/3804614420454214879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/3804614420454214879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/axo-reced-by-twiwrite-headquarters.html' title='AXO rec&apos;ed by TwiWrite Headquarters'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-8365991952272907996</id><published>2011-10-13T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T07:41:34.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 286 - Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My smile grows as we settle at the table for the Hale family tradition. Emmett – never reluctant to say how he feels – begins, telling us how thankful he is that I introduced him to Rosalie, that our father didn't kill him, that the twins are healthy and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen contently as each person speaks. Both our mothers bring tears to my eyes, but it is Edward who makes them spill over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so thankful that we got a beach house here last summer. I'm thankful Jasper gave me a chance. I can't imagine not having him in my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-285-thanksgiving.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-287-thankful.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-8365991952272907996?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/8365991952272907996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-286-around.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/8365991952272907996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/8365991952272907996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-286-around.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 286 - Around'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-9156140358715824516</id><published>2011-10-12T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T08:02:08.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 285 - Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth laughs as Jasmine giggles at Dad – Grandpa, now – making faces at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pausing, I glance at the craziness around me. Everyone is gathered at Rose and Emmett's. Rose, Alice, Edward, and I are in the kitchen preparing dinner, while Emmett, Mom, Dad, and Elizabeth entertain the kids – and the dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward catches me staring and smiles widely in response. He nods as if saying, "I know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;This&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;is family. This is&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose nudges my side, grinning as I turn my attention to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tilts her head, indicating I should continue my task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-284-late.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-286-around.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-9156140358715824516?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/9156140358715824516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-285-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/9156140358715824516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/9156140358715824516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-285-thanksgiving.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 285 - Thanksgiving'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-5146674873415835244</id><published>2011-10-11T07:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T07:28:06.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 284 - Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk long into the night, fears and doubts and secrets spilling from our lips. They are conversations we likely should've had well before we got married, but I'm not sure either of us was ready for them at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The knot of tension I felt in my chest loosens as I realize that we're not drifting apart. We're growing, emerging stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bodies follow the lead of our minds, growing closer together as we kiss and caress. Edward's legs are tangled with mine, his arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly when we finally let sleep claim us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-283-hope.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-285-thanksgiving.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-5146674873415835244?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/5146674873415835244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-284-late.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5146674873415835244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/5146674873415835244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-284-late.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 284 - Late'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-1173078373615742177</id><published>2011-10-10T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T07:53:57.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 283 - Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes search mine. "You were?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grin, nodding. "Mhmm, I was. So much, it scared me at first. But Edward... you – and my sisters, really – convinced me it was worth giving us a shot. I haven't regretted that for a second. You have to know that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glimmer in his eyes flickers to life as I say, "If I seem 'settled', as you put it, it's because of you, baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiles, ducking his head, intertwining our fingers. "Really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupping his cheek, I raise his head, leveling our gaze. "Yes. Really. I love you, Edward. With everything I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-282-blush.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-284-late.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-1173078373615742177?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/1173078373615742177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-283-hope.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/1173078373615742177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/1173078373615742177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-283-hope.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 283 - Hope'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-8405701033283446421</id><published>2011-10-09T07:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T08:00:04.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 282 - Blush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward's cheeks flush as he glances away. I catch the corner of his lips lifting in a smile that quickly fades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm serious…" I trail off, wondering what I can tell him to put that confident gleam back in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What happened to it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I inhale shakily, worried that I'm the reason it's gone. "Hey," I whisper, waiting until he looks at me. "You remember how much I umm… resisted?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nods, his face falling further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," I murmur. "It was because I was afraid. I was drawn to you, right away. So much that I took a chance…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-281-articulate.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-283-hope.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-8405701033283446421?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/8405701033283446421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-282-blush.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/8405701033283446421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/8405701033283446421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-282-blush.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 282 - Blush'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-2748054675730974835</id><published>2011-10-08T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T07:58:26.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fandom Gives Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy - chapter 281 - Articulate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shift, uncomfortably aware of my legs falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward's eyes narrow briefly. He mumbles, "Here," before helping me up on the bed. Once I'm settled, I take his hands in mine as I ignore the stinging in my limbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're..." I frown, gathering my thoughts. "If what there was between us had only been a physical attraction, I could never have married you, Edward."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He glances at me, unsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're so confident, sure of what you want from life, and you go after it – no holds barred. I admire that about you. You've got so much love in you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-280-hold.html"&gt;previous&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-282-blush.html"&gt;next&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636960160549251591-2748054675730974835?l=whitlock-masen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/feeds/2748054675730974835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-281-articulate.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/2748054675730974835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636960160549251591/posts/default/2748054675730974835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitlock-masen.blogspot.com/2011/10/eye-candy-chapter-281-articulate.html' title='Eye Candy - chapter 281 - Articulate'/><author><name>naelany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15114503600541521921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFT8W-BiZs/Te1pNC0e3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/GfrBTofBLUM/s220/naelany.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636960160549251591.post-3041477644895158065</id><published>2011-10-07T20:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T20:12:43.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Amber of the Moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drabbles'/><title type='text'>Home, Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;img height="200px;" id="internal-source-marker_0.6282534841448069" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/ru2RKcEVBaEtvdKUPQQ97cfFlD-6GfrwvsobxpZJTpEgD1LJug3pxx90hNShkWhXTFh6qBDUX4ZNEEfK_1NH1XA9uSCPeKmdYmDFYC546uOyc5hfMSM" width="240px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;A/N: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Happy Birthday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Michellephants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;! We hope you had a fantastic day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;As ever, we do not own Twilight - it owns us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;ooOoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;“Hmrph...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Blinking blearily against the invasive sunlight sneaking between the curtains, I reach next to me. Finding only an empty space instead of Bella, I frown and groan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Too early...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Glancing at the clock, I'm shocked to find it's almost noon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Still too early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="backg
