[Disclaimer] Everything Twilight belongs to Mrs. Stephenie Meyer.
[A/N] Wow, just wow – your incredible feedback on this sequel's first chapter has blown my mind. I love you all so much for being so supportive. Thank you, guys and girls!
FAQ's
How does Andy look like?
He's pretty tall for his age and has black, curly hair like Alice but brown eyes like Bella. If I find a visual role model for him, I'll let you know.
Could you make a sequel on Loving Mary Alice?
Thanks for your interest in that one. LMA is still one of my most popular stories ever but I also felt pressured while I was writing that one and was constantly scared to mess things up. I feel like AH stories like WTHN or IWR work better for me as a writer.
**2**
Just like in the last nights, I'm finding it difficult to sleep even with the help of the wine, I've had after dinner. Again and again, I turn around, checking my cell over a dozen times for a new text from her. There isn't any. I consider calling her but that would most likely make her furious if I woke her up at such a late time. Having another fight with her isn't going to help any bit with our current situation.
A break, how can she want us to have a break? Isn't that like the first step to a permanent break-up?
When I finally manage to fall asleep it is already dawning outside and shortly after my little son rushes into my room, tugging impatiently on my blanket.
"Wake up, Mommy! We need to get up!"
"Not yet," I mumble, pressing my face against my soft pillow. Crap, my head hurts. I really need to stop drinking that much alcohol. It's not good for me. My liver has enough to do dealing with all the artificial hormones, I'm taking.
"Mommy?"
"Sweetie, please go back to your room and let your poor Mommy sleep a bit more."
"But I'm awake. Look, I made you a picture."
He pulls out the drawing from behind his back, and I wonder if I probably miss some secret parental gene that helps figuring out what the circles and drops of color are supposed to be. Alice never needs to ask him. She always knows what Andy has tried to draw. Maybe it's, because her imagination is way better than my own.
"That's me and Uncle Edward when the police car did stop us. It has lights on and a siren. Isn't it cool?"
"The picture is pretty. Maybe we should give it to your Uncle Edward to remind him to drive more carefully in the future?"
Andy shakes his head, climbing underneath the blankets to cuddle against my side.
"Mommy, I miss Momma. My tummy hurts."
I sigh deeply, planting a kiss on his hair that resembles that of his mother so very much.
"I miss her too."
"My tummy hurts." he stats again and I wonder if I should call Carlisle to let him take a quick look at the little one. I don't think he's physically sick though, just terribly irritated because Alice moved out to stay at Andrea's place. I don't want him to suffer because the two of us are having problems.
"I'm sorry your tummy hurts. Maybe you're just hungry. Let's see if we find everything for pancakes in the kitchen."
"Yay!"
He's gone within seconds while it takes me a good while to manage to stand up. I swallow some aspirin in the bathroom before taking my estrogen pills. At least I don't need any more of those awful testo-blockers since my surgery.
The surgery – it was supposed to make everything easier and yet in a way it has managed to makes things even more complicated. I still hate the horrible dilating stuff and our sex life has practically fallen asleep completely over the last years. It is difficult to find time to make love when you have a little kid in the house.
I splash some water in my face and quickly apply some mascara and blush. With the make-up on I look a tiny bit better. At least I think I do.
In the kitchen, I check the phone for any missed calls before I start preparing some dough for pancakes. I'm not hungrier than last night but I still manage to eat a few bites for breakfast.
I'm going to call her.
No, I'm waiting for her to call first.
I should call her just to make sure she's okay. Erica and she are still not on best terms with each other.
My inner rambling goes on and on, making me feel dizzy in my head.
The doorbell rings, and I practically jump from my chair to rush for the door.
"Oh, it's you." I call out, unable to suppress the disappointment in my voice.
Edward smirks, running his fingers through his messy hair. One day, I will take this man to a hairdresser and if it's the last thing I'm going to do in my life.
"Sorry to disappoint you, beautiful. I guess, your reaction means that you and my cousin are still cross with each other."
"It's complicated. I don't know what to do."
"How about making the first step? Just call her and tell her that this whole - we need a break – is bullshit. You don't need a fucking break. What you and Alice need is to talk things out."
"And you know that why, because you are so very good at relationships?"
His eyes narrow at that. Yes, I know this comment was a no-go. Edward hasn't managed to stay together with the same woman for longer than a month since he divorced this Tanya bitch. My best friend is such a nice guy but he sure can pick them…
"Uncle Edward!"
"Hi, Andy, how's it going?"
"Kay," he mumbles while his thumb stays in his mouth the entire time. I don't like it that he does this thumb-sucking all the time. He's getting too old for it but for some reason he won't stop, no matter how often you tell him to. Alice says it doesn't matter but that's probably because she would love for him to stay a baby as long as possible.
Edward follows me into the kitchen where I pour him a cup of coffee. He sips on it, his forehead wrinkling in concentration like it always does when he's thinking too hard about what he's about to say.
"Alice loves you. You know that. Do you?"
"I'm not so sure anymore." I whisper as I turn around to load the dishwasher. "I'm not so sure about that anymore. It was too easy for her to leave."
"I don't think so," he tells me after a few moments. "And just for the record – she left because you let her go."
