I have no idea what I'm doing with this, lalalalala!

I don't wanna write a description, so just go read, dammit!

It is the sequel to Made For You, just so ya know. (:


So take your time
Close your eyes
I'll be here with you

"Take Your Time" – Cary Brothers

Years ago I would have never imagined being where I stand today. If someone had asked me if I pictured my life like this I would have laughed my ass off.

Why? Because I was blind.

I have a home now, a huge house with a picket fence and wrap around porch. A gigantic yard that spanned on for miles with the best pool in the world. A music room I can escape to whenever the mood strikes. A huge ass bedroom that I still can't get over after having it for seven years.

I have a wife who loves me for who I am and not what I have. She could careless that I sell lyrics to starving artists who just want a taste of the music business that I had. She shrugs off the fans that still linger after calling it quits so many years ago. She's sassy and compassionate, and the most amazing woman I have ever met. She can hold her own against me when I'm the biggest prick in the universe.

And she gave me the best gift any man could ever ask for.

My daughter. Emma Marie Cullen.

Yeah, I'm the father of a six year old who's a spiting image of her mother. Her brown eyes suck me in just like Bella's, and I'm wrapped around her small finger. She loves to draw and watch Dora. She's my little helper when I sit down to write a song, bringing me a piece of sheet music or a pen whenever I need it. Her giggle is the fucking cutest sound in the world, and I can't get enough of it.

I also can't get over the fact that every night, she whispers to me, "I love you, Daddy. So much."

Sue me for loving my own child so much. She fucking owns me, okay.

Sometimes I feel like I sold my soul to the two girls in my life. They both have their hold on me, one more than the other (not mentioning which because she'd bit my head off for saying I love Mommy more than my little Princess). But I don't care. My life is perfect just the way it is.

Who thought being married was so awesome?

x-x-x-x

"Daddy!"

I looked up from my laptop and into the biggest brown eyes. She smiled, her front teeth missing, and held up her drawing.

"Wow, Em," I breathed out. "That looks just like our house."

She glared. "It's not our house, Daddy!"

So fucking cute with her lisp…

"Oh? Then whose house is it, baby?"

"Nana and Grandpa Carlisle's! Duh, Daddy!" She giggled again as she hopped down from her chair. "I gotta show Momma this!"

I chuckled as I watched her little legs take her away from the kitchen. Her yells echoed throughout the house as she tried to find Bella.

I turned back to my laptop and read the email again. I've had this email saved for days now, but I couldn't bring myself to reply to it. I was afraid to.

Edward,

Hey, man. Long time, no speak.

I know that when you ended your contract that you just wanted to write songs and be an independent songwriter, but I thought I should at least give you the chance at an amazing opportunity. I wouldn't have bothered you if I didn't think this was worth so much.

The record label wants a comeback. Now, I know that you and Bells have Emma and plan on having more children in the future, but come on… A comeback? This could be huge, Edward! They're even letting you choose how you want to go about it because they miss the hell out of you so much.

I'm not trying to pressure you into agreeing, but think about it, okay? Give me a call when you have an answer.

Mike

I sighed and rubbed my face with the palms of my hands. I was so stressed about this that I barely got any sleep. Of course, I hid how I felt from Bella and Emma because they'd pick up on that shit in a nanosecond. But I was starting to regret that.

I wanted to talk to my wife about this – hell, I needed to – but what was I supposed to say? "Hey, babe. The label wants me back, and I think it's great! I'll be touring again in no time. How exciting, right?"

She'd have my balls on a silver platter for that one.

I was so conflicted. I loved my life just how it was now, but that familiar itch of wanting to be on stage was creeping up my spine. I missed the raw emotions that were evident at all of my shows. I missed the fans, the tours…

I just didn't know if I missed it that much.

Just then the sound of two sets of feet sounded. I quickly shut the lid of my laptop and took in a collective breath to hold in my thoughts as giggles sounded in the doorway of the kitchen.

"Daddy! Mommy loved my picture! She even guessed right!"

My daughter's voice rang in my ears as she smiled widely. My eyes drifted from the small child up to the face of my beautiful wife. That smile that's always saved for Emma and me brought her features to life. Not to mention the permanent glow from being pregnant.

I'm good at knocking her up, what can I say?

Her eyes clouded with worry as her smile fell slightly. "Everything okay?"

I nodded, picking up Emma as I stood from my seat. I leaned in to kiss Bella lightly on the lips, causing Emma to squeal. I placed a hand on her baby bump as I connected my forehead with hers. "Everything's perfect."

She smiled again with a blush, and I felt the words crawling up my throat.

God, I desperately wanted to tell her. I knew that I should tell her. But it would crush her, and I needed to be here for her and Emma. I couldn't just go traveling around the country again; I had responsibilities as a father and as a husband.

But… it didn't mean that I didn't long to.


See! I told you I said I had no idea what I was doing with this. I kind of just let loose. I blame my fingers.

Soooooooo, we happy? Or should we just act like this never even happened?