Hey everyone! I started a new story called, Classroom of Love! Here it is, and please read my other stories, that I'm still working on! thanksss! enjoyy!
EPOV
"DAD! I can't find my other shoe!" My son, Garrett, yelled from his room.
"Look under your bed!" I called back. I heard alot of thunking, and digging.
"I found it! Thanks, Dad." He yelled back. Garrett is five years old, and is starting his first day in kindergarten today. He says he's not nervous at all, but I can tell he is. I grabbed his lunch from the fridge, and a mug of coffee for me, and went to wait by the steps.
"Come on, Gar. We're going to be late!" I yelled up the stairs. He ran out of his room, and down the steps.
"I'm ready." He stated.
"Backpack?" I questioned. He turned around and pointed to his Spider man backpack. "Brush your teeth?" He smiled big, and showed me his small white teeth. "Okay, good. Let's go." I put his lunch in his square backpack, that reached his knees, and zipped it back up. I grabbed his tiny hand in mine, and walked out to the car.
"Daddy, what if the kids don't like me?" I buckled him up in his carseat.
"Don't worry about such silly things. Worry about if you get snacks, or if you have enough time to color your picture." I chuckled quietly. He smiled up at me. I closed his door, and got in the drivers seat. We arrived at the building in ten minutes, after a long conversation about random stuff coming from Garrett. I got out of the car, and unbuckled Garrett from his car seat. He grabbed his backpack, and jumped out of the car. I grabbed his hand, and we walked into the building. We made it to room 12, and we walked in.
Everywhere was colors and craziness. Kids were running around, playing and laughing as the parents stood by the side, smiling and laughing at them. A girl came up to us, I'm assuming is the teacher, and she was gorgeous. She had dark curly brown hair all the way down her back, and big brown eyes. She had a little boy attached to her leg, as she hopped up to us.
"Hey, guys. I'm Miss Bella. And you are?" She took the little boys hand that was attached to her leg, and pulled him off.
"Garrett." He shied away into my leg.
"I like your backpack. Spiderman is my favorite super hero. I also know someone else who like Spiderman. This is Alec, and I know he loves Spiderman." Bella smiled at him, and pointed to the boy who was attached to her leg.
"I have the same backpack." Alec said.
"You do?" Garrett pulled away from my leg a little bit. Alec nodded his head. Garrett pulled away from my leg, and walked over to Alec. Bella stood up and stood next to me.
"Hi, I'm Bella, and I'm the kindergarten teacher here." She put out her hand, and I shook it.
"Hello, I'm Edward, Garretts father." I stood back and stared at the two boys.
"You look nervous." She studied my face carefully.
"I am. He's my only son, and I don't want to mess him up." I spilled out to her.
"It's okay. Miss. Alice, Miss. Rosalie, and I will take good care of Garrett. He seems like a very nice young man." She looked up at me, and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Thank you."
"Would you like to say goodbye before we have to kick all the parents out?" She asked.
"I would love that." I walked over to Garrett, and kneeled down in front of him.
"I'll be back, right here, as soon as the bell rings, okay?"
"Okay, Daddy." He smiled his cute boy smile.
"Pound it?" I held out my fist, and he touched his fist with mine. I stood up and ruffled his hair. "Bye, Squirt."
"Bye, Dad!" He called, as I walked out of the room. I walked out to my car, and drove over to the hospital where I work. I work as a pediatrician, in the childrens department. I walked in, and looked at my charts.
"Hey, man." My bestfriend, Emmett, came up to me with his own charts. He works in the same department as me.
"Hey. What do you have first?" I asked, flipping through my chart.
"A little boy with the flu. Who do you have?" He set his chart down, and looked up at me.
"A little girl with a broken wrist." I set mine down next to his.
"Hey guys." Jasper came up behind us, and grabbed his charts. He's a surgeon for the ER.
"Hey. I heard you had to work the night shift last night, and the shift today." Emmett said.
"Yeah, I did." He yawned.
"Good luck staying awake today, man. I got to go to this patient, I'll catch you guys for lunch." I backed away, and went to my first patient.
The day dragged on, and I was getting more and more tired. I got off at three just in time to go pick up my son at three fifteen. I washed my hands, and signed out. I walked to my car, and drove quickly to the school. I walked inside, and waited outside the classroom for the bell to ring. It rang a few minutes later, and all the kids came running out of the classroom.
"Dad!" Garrett came running up to me, and I scooped him up in my arms.
"How was your first day?" I asked.
"It was awesome. Me and Alec played all day. Then for snack we had animal crackers which are my favorite. And we have recess three times a day!" He talked and talked, as we walked out to the car. I put him in his car seat, and I got in the front. He kept talking and talking about how great his first day was, and I listened intently, asking questions when he stoped talking. We got home, and we both went in.
"What do you want for snack?" I called to him, as he ran up the stairs to play in his room.
"Do you even need to ask?" He yelled back.
"True. Cookies it is." Everyday at about four, Garrett would have snack. It would always be chocolate chip cookies. Never anything else. But I can't blame him, because they are the best cookies I've ever tasted.
I grabbed a few cookies, and put them on a plate. I put some milk in a cup and set it down on the counter.
"Cookies are ready!" I called up the stairs, putting the milk and cookies away. He came running down the stairs, with a towel attached to his shirt, which made it look like a cape, just like Superman.
"Superman is present and ready to eat." He stood up straight, and stared up at me. I laughed at him, and ruffled his hair. He sat up on the tall stool, and ate one of the small cookies.
"Drink your milk." I told him, and leaned over ontop of the counter.
"I don't want to." He whined, staring at the big glass of milk.
"Super heroes always drink milk." I lied.
"No they don't." He crossed his arms over his chest.
"Yes they do. How do you think they get so big and strong?"
"They work out! Duh!" He rolled his eyes at me.
"I work out, but am I a superhero? No. You have to drink your milk to be a superhero." I stated, with a smirk.
"No, Dad! You have it all wrong. I've never seen Spiderman or Superman ever drink milk." He ate the last cookie, and stared at the full glass.
"That's because they already have a ton of it. You don't have to drink it after you drink a lot of it." I lied to him. But it seemed to work. He looked at it, and took a sip. Then another, and another. "It's good isn't it?" I smirked.
"Now that you mention I won't ever have to drink it again, I might as well get fueled up." He put his arms up in the air, and started flexing showing me his 'muscles'.
"You can go play now." I said, after he fininished his glass. He jumped off the stool, and ran off to his room, probably to play more Spiderman. I cleaned up his mess, and went to my office to work on some paperwork.
Later that night, at around eight, I went up to his room, to find him sleeping a pile of toys. Mostly Spiderman toys. I picked him up, and layed him down on his bed. I tucked the blankets up around him, and kissed his forehead.
"Goodnight my super hero." I whispered, and left the room after I turned off the lights.