A/N: hello everybody! i'm inspired these days. I have to study but I simply can't block my mind!
This is something different entirely from what you have read.or so I think, I never read something similar. Hope you like it. If I get reviews I'll continue it, otherwise I'll drop it. I'm not English so write in another language took some effort to me, so if pll don't like it I won't waste my time.
Good reading!
"Mooooooom!"
"Can I sleep in the bed with you and daddy?"
I opened my eyes with some effort and tried to focus on the little boy before me and beside my bed.
"Yes George, you can" I responded while turn on my back and make room for him in the bed.
I watched the clock, aware that I wouldn't had been later than six. It was 5.30, AM.
"Mom?" my son asked me, awake more than ever.
"Yes?" I said sleepily.
"Where do babies came from?"
I was only half awake so I didn't answered his question too clearly.
"Stork…kiss…boy and girl…love…bees, I don't know" was the only think I came up with in my semi conscious state.
"Oh… then I'll ask Daddy"
"Daaaaaad" he said to my sleeping husband.
He didn't wake so George started poking him.
Poke. Nothing.
Poke, poke. Nothing.
Light shake. Nothing.
More forceful shake. Still nothing.
Hard shake. My husband snorted.
Then George released his fury.
"DAAAAAAD!" he yelled while shaking him.
"What? Uhm, Who? There's fire? Thiefs?" my husband said while half sitting himself with his eyes half closed and a sleeping voice.
"Dad? Where do baby came from?" George asked, happy with himself for his waking job.
"Babies, George" he grunted while pulling himself under the covers.
"Yeah, them. So?" my son was very excited.
"Uhm…ask mom" he tried to esape the question. He wasn't having that.
"I already asked her, but she said she didn't know. Do you know?" he asked, somewhat worried like it was a life or death matter.
"Eeeeeh… no, I don't know."
Truth was, we were too tired to connect all neurons and make them actually work.
"Oh" he was so sad, but I was too tired to tell him everything.
"Well, I'll ask grandpa" he happlily said.
But he hadn't finished his talk.
"Mom do you know that T-rex can't say well at night and during the day, but they use their nose? And that if the fell they can't stand up because they have so short hands? And…" he was talking about dinos, they only thing that really excited him, apart animals. He couldn't explain himself with the proper language, but he was only seven, after all.
He went on till it was six and half. Time for me to get up.
I went to the living room with my little George still talking behind me and begin to open all the windows in the house, apart the kitchen and bedrooms ones.
I listened to him carefully, nodding and saying every few times "Oh, really?" "Oh!" "Ah!" and stuff like that. I doubt he was even listening to me.
After I prepare breakfast, that was made by : cereals, brioches, a yogurt, cold milk (an: I don't like hot milk, I drink only cold milk:P) coffee and a piece of cake.
At seven sharply I proceeded with the waking up- the house- process.
So me and my faithful George walked up the stairs and went towards my daughter's room.
I walked over the window, pull on the rolling shutter and opened it, letting the cold air enter.
Then I walked to the bed and in a secure motion threw off my daughter the quilts.
"Marta, come on wake up honey" I said, not so gently knowing that if I don't use this method, instead of the 15 mins she take to get up, they'll be thirty.
"Mhmmmm…five more minutes…" she groaned, while curling up.
" No, now get up! You have to go to school!" I said.
"Please" she said.
"Get up"
" Please, five…"
I interrupted her "No"
"Ple…"
"Get up now or I'll throw you off this bed myself. I count till three. One…"
"…"
"Two"
"Argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, I'm getting up!" she sat herself, more confused than ever.
"Go eat breakfast!" I said as I kissed her and she kissed me back.
"Yeah" she was a little angry, she was impossible in the morning.
While Marta and George came downstairs in the kitchen for breakfast I went to wake up my beloved husband.
I lied in the bed near him and started kiss him andcaress him.
"Honey-kiss-wake up" I whispered him.
Nothing.
"Sweetie, it's time to wake up" I said starting kissing his neck.
He groaned. "No, I don't wanna" he whimpered like a child.
"Come on honey, it's time to wake up" another kiss. I started tracing circles on his chest.
"Kay, kay" and he finally got up.
"Morning love" I said, moving closer to him near the bathroom.
"Morning, my love" he said back. Then he kissed me.
After 19 years of marriage, his kisses still makes me fell high headed. It was wonderful.
After we prepare ourselves we went to the kitchen, where our children were eating breakfast.
I grabbed my yogurt, while Marta was giving her father his cake, eating her cereal, George was eating one of his adored chocolate brioches.
Then Marta left for school and I took George to Forks Elementary.
When I return home my husband was still here.
"Why are you still here?" I curiously asked him.
"I 'm taking it easy this morning. He then stared at me, and smiled. He got up and kissed my neck.
"I was thinking, that maybe we could do something. For once we don't have the children around and the house is all for us"
I was breathing heavily. The idea was tempting. Oh so tempting.
"Well we could…"
We started kissing passionately, we had made our way to the table and I was taking off his tie when…
We'll carry on, carry on and though you're dead and gone believe me, your memo….
His cell started to ring. The ringtone Marta downloaded was good. She has her mom's music taste, I thought proudly.
"Hello? What? Now? Ok , coming"
I knew before he even told me that our moment was ruined.
He looked at me apologetically and I said "Go, they need you. I guess this is the price I have to pay for having for husband one of the lawyers in the whole world" I sarcastically, but not so much, said.
"Yeah, well. I think so" he joked with me.
"Sorry love I have to go. See you this ev!" and he hurried outside.
I sighed and noticed he forgot his lunch. He always insisted he wanted I cooked his lunch. He say my cooking is the best.
He hasn't left yet, so I hurried outside with the little bag in hand.
When I opened the door he was in front of me. He noticed so.
"Sorry hon, love you" he kissed me and the ran to his car.
"Edward!" I yelled.
He turned around to face me.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Love you too" and he smiled that special smile I fell in love with, and left.
Once I was sure he left I picked up my cell and dialled the number.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Angela"
"Oh, hi Bella! How are you?" she asked me.
"Fine thanks, listen can you talk for a minute?" I urged her.
"Yes, is there any problem?" she was always so caring.
"No, don't worry. But I have a favour to ask you…"
A/N: Ok so here I am again. Please review. Even if you write only "good" "bad" "Great" "sucks" I don't care but please review!