Hi everyone!
Ok, new story, yay! This whole story is already written and I'm just editing the last half. I'll be posting a new chapter once or twice a day.
I intended for this to be a one-shot but I realise now that I am incapable of being brief! So think of it as a novella!
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of its characters.
The weather had been getting colder by the minute. What this morning was an uncomfortable walk, was now a bone-chilling trek back to my flat. I pulled my knitted hat lower over my ears and huffed another breath into my thick scarf. The wool around my face was damp and prickly around my mouth and getting worse with each exhale. As I approached home I reluctantly removed one glove and fished my keys out of my coat pocket. The pink, sparkly crown shaped key ring still made me smile months after it was gifted to me. An ironic little princess tiara keyring for the poor and plain student.
Unlocking the main door, I gathered the assortment of food delivery leaflets and credit card applications that stuffed my letterbox. Flipping through the pile to check for any real post, I trudged up the stairs grateful to be out of the sharp wind. The building only had two floors and six flats in total so in one flight of stairs I was at my door. Rearranging the keys in my hand to find the one for my flat, I was not surprised to hear the door behind me open quietly and a sweet little voice call out.
"Bella!" I pulled my scarf from around my face and sat my hat a little more stylishly further back on my head.
"Well, good evening Mr Cullen. How're you doing?" I smiled at the little boy in front of me. His auburn hair was darker and still damp from his bath and he was dressed in a blue robe, superman PJs and matching slippers.
"Dad took me to the museum and we saw the Indiana Jones ex-exbit. There was a mummy and buried treasure and a big map on the wall, it was so cool!" He enthused as only a 6 year old can.
"That sounds great Masen! You've had a very busy day." I grinned, enjoying his happiness. I'd missed him so much over the last few weeks.
His door suddenly widened and my heart rate doubled before I even looked at the imposing man filling the frame. Masen's dad, my dream come to life. He's the thing you wish for when you blow out your birthday candles, the man you pass on the street and envy the person he's talking to. The man you think of in the dark solitude of your bedroom, underneath your covers with sticky fingers, sweaty skin and panting breaths.
His name is Edward which is not an adequate label for that container of hotness. At over 6ft tall, broad shoulders, ripped muscles and a trail of tattoos on his arms and neck he should have looked threatening. Instead his beautiful face with plump lips, high cheekbones and vibrant green eyes softened the hard edges of his body. His auburn hair, the shade he shared with his son, was tight on the sides and long on top. It was often styled in a pompadour or faux-hawk making him look even more gorgeous than he had any right to be. The real killer though was what a genuinely nice guy he was. And that was what finally stole my heart right out of my chest and tucked it in his pocket.
A/N
So, we've met the Cullen boys. Let me know what you think.
AA (Anxious Angela!)