A Day in the Park
"Momma!" Renesmee said, tugging on my dress. It was dark blue, because Edward loved that color on me, and I only wore things that Edward would like. Because I'm devoted like that.
"Yeah bb?" I asked her, grabbing her pudgy hand and holding it to my face. I gazed into the beautiful brown eyes that I'd given her, and suddenly a clear image filled my mind: Me, in the kitchen, making her a sandwich. "OH, a picnic, what a wonderful idea!" I whispered fervently, filled with a secret sense of pride at how clever my beautiful daughter was. Thank God Edward couldn't hear my thoughts at times like this—I was often filled with an embarrassingly secret pride at the perfection of my family that would leave him chagrined.
Renesmee sighed. I assumed that it was because she was so content that we had such a close connection.
"I love you too, honey. Now go get your father." I told her, in my singing voice that sounded like bells and shit. *So* beautiful. Renesmee scampered off, her pink dress billowing behind her. Jacob followed suit, and the snugness of his cut-off jeans against the sculpted muscles of his thighs made me nostalgic. Sigh. I busied myself by making sandwiches and collecting things for our picnic. The food was for show of course, but it made me feel happy, despite the fact that it would be wasted. It wasn't selfish, I told myself. I was only thinking of my family. All of this action, by the way, only took me 64/100ths of a second.
"Bella, love?" Edward asked as he rushed into the kitchen, gathering me into his Adonis-like arms. I leaned my head against his rock-hard chest that also felt somewhat soft to me since I was rock-hard too now, and explained to him our plans. "A picnic? But we don't eat. . . "
"Shhhhh," I hushed him. "I threw in some muffins for Jacob and his boys, so they'll be happy."
"That Emily bitch has got nothing on you, darling." He told me. "Her muffins are only half as moist." Just then, Jacob and Renesmee entered. She was seven, but she looked seventeen, so she and Jacob made a beautiful couple. Almost as beautiful as Jacob and I had been together. . . but no, perish the thought.
"Shall we go then?" My perfect hubby asked. It wasn't really a question—he just phrased his command that way, out of consideration for everyone. He is *so* chivalrous! We all ran towards the garage. After the addition of Jacob to our family, Carlisle had sprung for an old school bus, so that our coven and the wolf pack could all travel together.
"Hey, Joe!" I greeted our full-time bus driver. He merely nodded in reply, a distant smile on his face. I could smell the peanut butter on his breath—eating Nutter Butters always put him in a good mood. We were all set to go, but just as I was signaling for Joe to drive away, Jacob freed his hand from Renesmee's breast to stop us.
"Hang on! We gotta wait for my boys!" He said, slipping on an old pair of wayfarers, the ones Edward gave him after the first movie. I hadn't baked those muffins for nothing, so I agreed to wait, despite the chagrin that appeared on Edward's flawless face. Shit was bout to go down.
To be continued. . .