DISCLAIMER: ALL CHARACTERS OWNED BY S. MEYER NOT ME UNFORTUNATLY.
Chapter 1
BOPV
It's been one of those days…
The one that makes you want to curl up in bed and hide from the world, while you ponder the fact that the clusterfuck that is your life, is so vastly different from what you expected, and exactly how it managed to so clustered in its fuckery!
But alas, hiding is not an option with twin two year olds running around! I literally need eyes in the back of my head! Seriously, one time I was in their bedroom putting away clothes, I was in there the amount of time it took to open a draw, put a pre folded pile of clothes in an empty space and shut the draw, when I went back into the laundry room (more like cupboard!) one of them (Jack) had climbed into the dryer! How is a 2 year old that fast?
So my life continues day after day, week after week, month after month, and year after year, at the same hurtling pace. Always struggling to keep my head above water, living from paycheck to paycheck, not even enough at the end of the month to take the kids to visit my parents, they would help me, if I asked, but I don't ask, I don't want to be a bother.
Don't get me wrong, I love my kids, Jack and Lucy are my life, and I would not change them for the world, its just that today has been a shitty day.
It started with Lucy puking this morning, when I went in to wake them up, she was fussy and felt hot, after taking her temperature, I took her to my room while Jack played happily sucking on his morning bottle of strawberry milk I made before I went in to their room, he was never fussy, just content to sit there playing till I got to him. I sat Lucy on my bed while I went to get some medication for her fever in my en-suite bathroom where I kept all the medication. Lucy started calling for me, still crying, and promptly vomited with spectacular accuracy all over my favorite nude pumps that I had planned to wear this morning that were sitting waiting neatly at the end of my bed.
Thankfully Angela, my best friend and wonderful woman who watches the kids for me cause she works from home everyday, arrived.
Holding a sick child in one arm, and trying to put my shoes somewhere I could not smell them before I threw up my self, without getting any puke on myself, is what she saw when she walked in to my room to see what the fuss was about!
"Oh no, what happened? Is she ok?" Angela asked, rushing over to take Lucy from me, and sitting on the bed with her, while trying to sooth her.
"I don't know, she was fussy and red this morning when I went in with the bottles, she has a temperature, she threw up before I could get any medication in her!"
"Is jack still in bed?"
"Yeah, I gave him his bottle, he's fine, I just need to." I said looking at the clock on my wall and calculating the amount of time it would take to make them breakfast, and get them ready to go with Angela for the day.
"You just need to get ready, I can take care of the rest, now go on, you're going to be late if you don't hurry, we'll be fine!"
"Are you sure, she's sick, you shouldn't have to deal…"
"We're fine, I will call you if we need to, don't worry!" Angela interrupted; she knew I could not afford to take a day off work. And I trusted her to take good care of my babies.
After a calming breath and re-do of my standard pony tail, and a different pair of shoes, I was out the door.
I don't know if it was my lack of caffeine this morning or the frazzled start to my day, but whatever it was, nothing went my way!
I missed the bus, or should I say the bus missed me, I was at the bus stop, but apparently the bus driver thought it was a better idea to ignore me and drive straight past me instead, splashing water on my shoes! I was destined to go to work with soaked feet, but I'd take muddy road puddle water over vomit any day of the week and twice on Sundays, so that was a bonus I suppose, every cloud and all that bullshit!
So, I was late for work, my boss, an egotistical self absorbed asshole, who is also the most beautiful man I have ever had the privilege to see with my own two eyes and not just on TV, chose that morning to take his head out of his ass, and notice my existence, or should I say lack thereof seeing as I was not at my desk when his Starbucks ran out and he needed more. I had called to inform Jessica, the other secretary, that I was going to be late, but she had not told Him.
My charming (note the tone) boss had decided in his infinite wisdom to squawk at me in front of the entire staff who were gathered for a meeting, which I did n=make it in time for, about my lateness, and unsuitable appearance ("if you can't make it to work on time, you could at least be suitably neat and clean, Miss Swan") and told me I could make up the time in my lunch break, how kind of him! Edward Cullen is an ass of epic proportions! The day I quit he better watch out for the tongue-lashing of his life. Unfortunately today was not that day, so I sat there shutting up, and swallowing my pride, or what little of it there was left!
The rest of the day he was in a shitty mood, which meant everyone was on edge, no lunch break meant no lunch, and without having breakfast either, I was feeling decidedly faint on the way to Angela's to pick up Jack and Lucy at the end of the day.
I was tired and in a bad mood, and I just wanted to go home already, curl up on the couch and forget about the day, tomorrow was Friday and then two whole days off! I could not wait!
Angela saw me coming up her driveway and opened the door before I got there.
"Hey, you ok? You look like crap!" was the greeting I got from her.
"Gee thanks, I love you too!" was my witty response, normally I would come up with something better, but my brain was already in front of my TV with a large glass of merlot.
"I know you do," she laughed opening the door wider so I could go into her house.
I immediately went to the cushions in front of the TV when my two little angels were watching with rapt attention to a bear in a submarine being chased around the sea to classical music. I have to say, I kind of got the appeal, many times have I found myself still watching kids television channel an hour after I put them to bed, completely engrossed in the action on the screen! Worrying really!
"She was fine today, managed to give her something for the temperature when we got here then she zonked out for a while, but she was fine when she woke up, clingy, and she kept asking for you but no fever." Angela told me while I stroked Lucy's fringe from her forehead as she slept.
"What about Jack, no temperature, no vomiting, he usually gets everything she get straight after."
"No he was fine, he kept trying to get in the cupboards again, but they have latches now" she laughed, my son has had an obsession with hiding and getting into cupboards ever since my sister Leah came to stay a month ago, and taught them to play hide and seek. Jacks been 'hiding' ever since, bless him.
"Cup of tea?" Angela asked
"No thanks Hun, I just want to get home, it's been the day from hell and I can't wait for it to be over"
"Ok, why don't I drive you home tonight, I know you don't like to ask, but you'll will be home quicker"
"No that's ok, we'll be fine, thanks though"
"I know you will be fine, but you look exhausted and Lucy was sick today, the cold and wet won't do her any good, let me help you Bella."
"You do enough, I don't want to put you out more"
"Bella, I love you but you are so stubborn, I offered, I would not have done that if it was a bother!"
"Ok thanks" I conceded cause she was right, the cold night air would not be good for Lucy, or either of them really. We gathered up their coats, and the nappy bag and put them in the car before coming back for the children. Both of them were wrapped up in little blankets that Angela had bought them for their birthdays last month, Lucy had a purple one, and Jack had a blue one. We each took a child blankets and all and put them in the car seats that Angela had in the car. As I was getting in the front seat I noticed a bag on the front seat, I went to move it to the floor.
"We had Chinese tonight, I got some for you too, Lucy didn't eat much but Jack loved it! We got you sweet and sour chicken, I know that's your favorite"
For some reason, unknown to me, but mot likely the stress of the day, and being ridiculously tired and hungry, I burst into tears. Angela just gave me a hug and waited till I calmed myself. She didn't ask me about it, she knew me well enough to know that if I wanted to talk about it I would. I didn't want to talk about it.
We drove in relative silence except for the tiny sighs and murmurs from the back seat. When me arrived at my house Angela parked and went to open the front door, and then came back for Jack while I got my poorly baby out of her car seat. I felt horribly guilty that she was sick and I had to go to work, but that's just another thing that made this day crappy.
Once the kids were settled and tucked up in their cots, I got changed into some yoga pants and a tank top, noticing while I was in my room that Angela has managed t clean my shoes, just another thing that brought tears to my eyes inexplicably.
When I got down stairs, Angela had heated my Chinese, and set out a glass of wine for us, and was seated at the tiny table in my tiny kitchen waiting for me to spill my guts about my outburst.
She knew me too well.
So after the first few bites, and half the glass of wine, it all came flooding out, like verbal diarrhea, I couldn't stop it. And Angela just sat there letting me rant about my day and my boss and my ex boyfriend, and his new wife, everything came spewing out. I felt better afterwards. But it made me think, something had to give, I could not carry on like this, it was making me crazy.
I walked Angela to the door, and wished her good night and thanked her, telling her I would see her tomorrow. She was half way down the drive when she said
"Oh, I put your fortune cookie in font of the microwave, I know how you love those" she laughed, and then finished walking to her car.
I watched her drive off with a wave and shut the door, turning the key in the lock before going to the kitchen to retrieve my fortune cookie, she was right I did love them, I always hoped I would get a good fortune and that it would come true, but they were always shitty generic ones that don't really mean anything. I knew logically that they were probably made in a factory somewhere and meant nothing, but you never know…
I took the cookie to my room, and tossed it on my bed in its packet, going to the bathroom to complete my nightly ritual, shower the day off, brush teeth, wash face, towel dry then plat hair, body lotion, face lotion, then PJs.
I turned on the side light by my bed, then turned off the main light and climbed into to my warm king size bed, the only good thing to come out of my relationship with Jacob, cheating ass-wipe extraordinaire, except Jack and Lucy of course. But he gave up his right to them the day they were born so I don't count them part of that relationship; he was their sperm donor, nothing more.
I turned the light out, and thought about my boss, Edward dick face Cullen, asshole, I replayed every little demeaning thing he said to me today. Condescending prick. Not everyone is born with a silver spoon up their ass, and the world handed to them on a platter. He'd never survive living my life. If he knew what my life was like, what I deal with every day, he would change his tune.
Remembering the cookie, I opened the packet, split it open and read my fortune
'Be careful what you wish for…'
Another bullshit generic piece of shit, awesome.
I threw the piece of paper on to my nightstand, chucked the rest in the bin; I don't like the cookie, just the fortune bit. Then shut off the light on the nightstand and tried to shut my brain off till tomorrow morning when it starts all over again!
Fan-fucking-tastic!
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