A/N: I sit by the computer every day trying to update my other stories. But this idea just keeps haunting me all day and night. So I had to get it out of my mind so I can update my other stories. Tell me what you think! – Brittany
Chapter 1:
"Come on Masen!" I yell up the stairs as I stand in the kitchen packing a couple of snacks for the day.
"Mama?" I look down and see my 3 year old baby girl pulling at my jean shorts. She was a sitting image of her father; dark green eyes, her tallness and the dimple on the bottom of her chin. She did however get my chestnut brown hair.
"Yes sweetie?" I ask her bending down slightly because I knew she liked talked to me face to face.
She puts her slightly chunky hands on both sides of my face, "don't forget the cookies" she said seriously, and another trait she had gotten from her father.
I chuckle softly, "sweetie, don't you think you've had enough cookies for the week? I give you two in your lunch and I know Papa gives you some when I'm not looking" I say lifting my eyebrow up at her.
She swallows loudly, "no such thing as too many cookies" she huffs out crossing her arms over her chest.
I grab the container of 'Chips Ahoy' and place it in my snack bag. "Happy?" I ask rolling my eyes at my daughter.
She smiles brightly, "yes. Thank you mama!" she says sweetly blowing me a kiss and skipping off to the living room.
"Stubborn girl" I mumble to myself as I grab some grapes from the fridge and place them in the bag. I look at my watch; 11:35.
"Shit!" I yell kind of loudly.
"Masen! You need to get down here now were already going to be late" I yell up the stairs yet again.
"Mama?" Payton says looking over her shoulder at me.
I crinkle my nose, "yes?" I ask already knowing where this is going.
"You need to put a dollar in the jar" she says before turning back to sponge bob.
I grumble and put a dollar in the jar labeled 'Cuss Jar'. I don't remember how we came across this idea but I hate it with extreme passion.
"I'm coming!" Masen yells walking down the stairs. I look over at my son and smile, his light brown hair messy but only because he thinks it makes him look tough. His caramel colored eyes that shine brightly whenever he's excited, the blush he inherited from me spreads across his cheeks whenever I talk about his crush Addison. It's hard to believe he's already 8 I remember when he was just born.
I shake my head to stop the memories knowing I'll end up crying which causes my babies to get sad.
I look over Masen again; he's dressed up in his football uniform. From the pads all the way to the cleats.
"Mom do you have to wear that shirt?" Masen groans and I look down at my shirt.
It says 'Football mom' on it along with his number 10 on the back of it which is Masen's number, "what's wrong with it?" I ask concerned.
"It's embarrassing!" he mumbles picking up his football bag and walking to the car. That's my boy, always running away from trouble.
I roll my eyes and grab some of my black eyeliner, "sister do you want your brothers number on your cheek?" I smirk knowing how to push my sons buttons.
"Yes!" she giggles, knowing how to push his buttons as well. I laugh softly and bend down and write the number sign and a number 10 next to it.
"Okay let's go so coach doesn't get too mad" I roll my eyes and grab my bag of snacks along with my first aid kit. My poor son got my clumsiness.
I strap Payton inside her car seat and walk to the driver's side of my minivan. "MOM!" Masen groans and I chuckle.
"Like sister's make up?" I ask looking in the review mirror at my kids as I drive down the street heading to the high school's football stadium.
"Yeah brother do you like it?" Payton asks sticking her lower lip out and Masen swallows loudly causing me to chuckle. Since Payton was born she had her brother and grandpa wrapped around her little finger.
"No, I mean yeah, I, uh, love it!" he says giving a half smile.
I pull up into the football stadium, "hey look Mas, there's Addison!"
Masen turns bright red and hops out the car, "Gotta go, bye mom!" he yells running inside the stadium.
I roll down my window, "bye! Oh Hello Addison" I smile sweetly as my son turns around and shoots me a glare.
Payton and I park the car and head up to the stands. As soon as we sit down she pulls out the container of cookies and begins to shove her mouth full of them.
I roll my eyes as my dad walks up and sits down next to me, "what'd I miss?" he asks kissing my cheek and then opening his arms for Payton.
"The usual" Payton says shoving another cookie in her mouth. How she managed to get 5 cookies in her mouth I don't know.
"You better not choke I'm not missing your brother's game because your addicted to cookies" I warn her than shoot my dad a look.
"Don't give me that 'Mom-look'!" Dad shoots holding his hands up at me causing Payton to giggle.
I roll my eyes and take the cookies away from Payton and hand her a bag of grapes. "Eat something healthy so it looks like I'm a good mom" I whisper as I watch my son do pushups on the sidelines.
"Why the hel-"Payton gives me a look "why the heck is Masen doing pushups?" I ask my dad kind of loudly.
My dad shrugs and the women behind me taps my shoulder, "they have to do 5 pushups for every minute they are late" she says.
I bite my lip, I mean it technically was Masen's fault I warned him to come down and he didn't listen so I guess this is his punishment.
The game starts and Masen is sitting on the bench, which really irritates me. My son's got a gift when it comes to this sport. He's very good at it. Or at least better than Connor who's playing QB, the boy sucked!
Okay, so maybe I'm being a little harsh on the poor kid since they are just 8-9 but still!
"PUT NUMBER 10 IN THE GAME!" I yell at the coach.
Back in high school I was a cheerleader so I knew damn well he could hear me but he chose to ignore me. The coach thinks he's all high and mighty because he plays 'professional football' for the NFL. The guy was cocky. Not that I actually have ever talked to him, I just heard he was. But I was also told he likes to win and if he does why the hell isn't he putting my son in?
The lady behind me taps me again, "he doesn't like to put late kids in the game" she says softly. Why the hell is she getting into my business? Damn, I hate mothers.
My hands ball up into fists, "are you fucking kidding me?" I grumble out. Payton holds out her hand for a dollar while my dad puts a hand on my shoulder.
"Calm down Bells, it's just a game" my dad says softly.
I try counting back from 10 to calm myself down but then Connor got socked down to the ground causing us to lose the ball.
I fish out a 20 from my purse and put it in Payton's hand. "Mommy's about to go say a lot of bad words" I say through my teeth as I march down from the bleachers and head down to the field.
A tall blonde guy standing there looks at me, "Miss you can't go down here" he says softly
"Watch me" I say marching past him.
I see Masen's face heat up when he sees me but I don't care.
"Eddie you got someone here for you" the big muscular assistant coach says to our coach.
The coach turns around and I point my finger to his chest, "Why the hell do you think you're doing sitting my kid out just because I made my kid late?" I ask yelling at him.
"Your son knows not to be late" he shrugs turning back to the game.
"And how the hell is my son suppose to get here? Walk? "I ask laughing.
"I don't know if you know this-"I look at the back of his shirt that says 'Cullen' "but I'm a single mother with 2 kids and I try my hardest to get to everything on time, and sometimes it doesn't work out. So don't penalize my kid because of it"
The coach doesn't say anything and just stares at the game, "for a guy who supposedly plays for the NFL you haven't learned that you put your good in first and when they get ahead by a lot you put the second string in" I say staring at Connor which causes the assistant coach to laugh loudly.
"Damn Girl, I like you" he says smiling at me.
I roll my eyes, "Put my kid in." I grumble staring at the side of the coach's face.
"You don't tell me what to do" he says through his teeth and I know I'm hitting a nerve of his but I can't stop.
"Fine, I'll take my kid and we will go play for the Seattle team. I know they are looking for a good QB" I say sweetly as I reach for Masen.
"Let's go" I grumble. I grab Masen's arm and start to walk off when someone grabs onto my waist and turns me around causing me to lose my grip on Masen.
"Your son isn't going anywhere" the coach grumbles and I look up and am met with the wildest pair of green eyes I have ever seen.
A/N: hahaha I bet all of you thought Edward was the dad huh? (:
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