"Well, personally, I don't buy that," Marcus told her quietly. "And I realize that's just my opinion. But Ruby isn't stupid, and she's proven she has a mind of her own. Regardless of what Edward might have told her, she went along with it for some reason. She could have told him no, but she didn't. Personally, I can't imagine going along with any scheme or idea that might try to pin you into doing anything that you had the least little hesitancy about, unless it was perhaps a life and death emergency. I might take the chance in it if it were to save your life, or maybe the lives of my children. But to try to set someone up to marry me? Not a chance. And I would find it hard to believe that someone would honestly love me if they're willing to do that. Oh well, I guess it really irked me, and I'm disappointed in both Edward and Ruby. But that's just me. Anyway, time to set that aside. Nothing I can do about it." He sighed. "Sorry. Its a poor subject right before bed. Anyway, goodnight." He settled, and a few minutes later, he fell asleep.
He woke a couple of times during the night, just not settled or relaxed, and he finally got up about 4:30. He dressed silently, leaving Aria to sleep in, and he left the bedroom. He found Finn was asleep, sprawled out in the middle of the nursery floor, on his back, all four feet up in the air, and the bone laying a few inches away. Marcus left him sleep.
Going downstairs, Marcus put on a pot of coffee to brew, and then he went downstairs and woke the girls. He came back up, filled Finn's bowls with fresh food and water, and brought the morning papers in. He poured himself a cup of coffee and opened some of the windows to get some of the fresh morning air in. Then he ordered an assortment of different flavors of scones--a total of two dozen.
It wasn't more than about ten minutes and the order arrived, with some beautiful looking scones, and some of Lizzie's new breakfast ideas for htem to try. One item was a new summer citrus fruit salad that had blood oranges, grapefruit, Italian lemons, and kumquats, in a honey-cardamom dressing.
She had come up with a really new idea for a savory breakfast cannoli. The shell was made from some thin, crispy hashbrown potatoes, and the fillings were assorted. Some had scrambled eggs, some had bacon and cheese, some had sausage, bell peppers and onions, some had sour cream and chives.
Then, she had invented a sweet breakfast lasagna. She had made a pasta dough that had a bit of sugar in it to make it sweet. She had used a cheesecake flavored ricotta cheese, along with a lovely peach pie filling, and some crispy candied pecans and had layered it as a lasagna and had topped it with a streusel topping and baked it.
Her last sampling for them was a freshly made breakfast ravoli that had each little ravioli stuffed with a little bit of scrambled egg, bacon, and onion. She had made a zesty cheddar cheese sauce to top the ravioli with.
Marcus thought all the ideas were truly creative, and he was looking forward to trying them. He got some jam and cream from the fridge to put with the scones and cast warming spells on the hot dishes so they didn't get cold while everyone else was still sleeping.
The girls came dragging upstairs, dressed and ready to go, but since they had some time, they did pour themselves some coffee and they split one of the breakfast cannoli's, not wanting to spoil their appetites before Evan picked them up.