FAGE Six Pack
Title: Stoplight Confessions
Written for: LyricalKris
Written By: Dolphin62598
Rating: M
Summary/Prompt used: A guy, a girl, a stoplight…drama galore!
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A/N: Thanks to breath-of-twilight for her awesome beta skills! All mistakes are mine as I tinkered after I got it back!
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Chapter 1
July 2011
Don't Stop (Color on the Walls) ~ Foster the People
"Come on, Ronnie," I called up the stairs as I walked through the house. "Don't forget your ya-ya," I reminded her.
"Coming, Mama," she replied.
I glanced at my open laptop on the dining room table and added a few finishing touches to my article before I saved and closed it. My work as a freelance writer and editor was rewarding and paid quite well now that I'd established myself.
"Mama," Ronnie called, bouncing into the dining room. "I got my ya-ya," she exclaimed, happily holding out her ragged stuffed monkey that my brother, Emmett, had gotten for her when she was born.
"Good job, baby," I praised her, brushing her chocolate brown locks from her eyes. A few wisps of hair had fallen out of her pigtails, but after our upcoming outing to the park, I knew it would only be worse. It was pointless to fix it now.
Her blue eyes were the only trait she inherited from her father. Brock was a deadbeat dad from a well-to-do family that wanted nothing to do with Ronnie. His name wasn't even on her birth certificate. Veronica Mackenzie Swan was fatherless, but her Uncle Emmett made sure that she had a father figure in her life. Our father, Charlie, would've been a wonderful male presence in her life, but his job as a police chief took him from us before Ronnie really knew him. His death was still fresh in my heart, but I knew he was with us everyday.
Our mother, Renee, was another story altogether. She was too busy traveling the world with her philanthropist husband to be worried about a granddaughter. You'd think with all the good Phil did in other countries that he'd convince his wife to visit her family once in a while, but I suppose, according to him, others needed their help more than Emmett or I did.
"Can we go to the park now, Mama," Ronnie asked reaching for her sneakers.
"Let's get a move on," I cheered and ushered her out to my BMW x5. I loved my SUV, even though it was a little big for just Ronnie and me. It wasn't the greatest on gas, but it was comfortable and drove like a dream. We had plenty of room for groceries or other things we needed. It was the only thing I purchased with the inheritance I received from Charlie's death. The majority of the remainder went into a trust for Ronnie, even though Dad had already set one up for her. I never wanted her to worry about money.
As we left our neighborhood to head towards the park, I got stuck behind another x5 that seemed to be driving a little erratically. I kept my distance until the road opened up to four lanes then I pulled around the vehicle, trying to avoid being caught up in any mishaps this person could cause from their crazy driving.
I pulled up to a stoplight that had just turned red and noticed out of the corner of my eye that the other x5 had pulled up next to me. It was the same body style as mine, but silver, where mine was wrapped with a matte black body wrap. Emmett's wife, Rosalie, worked at the local BMW dealer and had hooked me up with some sweet black wheels to match my wrap. Under the vinyl wrap was a cherry red paint job, which she assured me would still be perfectly in tact should I ever want the vinyl wrap removed.
A movement from the car next to us caught my eye, and I glanced over. My mouth dropped slightly as a crooked smile and wildly chaotic brown hair met my vision. His sunglasses blocked his eyes, but I was certain that they had to be mesmerizing. He nodded his head at me and rolled down his window and rested his arm along the sill. I shook my head slightly wondering what he was doing. He started to make a motion to roll down my window, but a stuffed cow flew from the back of the vehicle before he could complete the action. I burst out laughing and shook my head then took off as the light turned green.
"Why were you laughing, Mama?" Ronnie asked.
"The guy next to us at the stoplight was silly," I replied, still chuckling. I turned into the entrance of the park just a few moments later, the BMW guy all but forgotten until I caught a glimpse of silver out of the corner of my eye again. I spun around and pressed my back against Ronnie's door as he unfolded himself from the driver's seat. He was gorgeous. Tall with a lean physique and just enough reddish scruff on his face that could leave beautiful marks on my thighs. He looked at me and grinned before opening the back door and letting the cutest little boy out.
"Hey," the boy said, looking at me. "You laughing at my dad?" he asked seriously.
"I was, little man. Is that okay?" I asked, squatting in front of him. He put his hand on his hip and pursed his lips in thought.
"I guess so, Daddy is pretty funny," he said, nodding his head.
"Mama," Ronnie's muffled huff seeped through the door.
"You got a kid?" the little boy asked.
"I do. Wanna meet her?" I asked him. He nodded his head excitedly.
I opened the door and Ronnie unbuckled herself and jumped down.
"Hi," Ronnie said. "My name is Veronica, but you can call me Ronnie."
"I'm Maximilian," the little boy replied with a grin that matched his father's. "You can call me Mac, though."
"Sweet, let's go play," Ronnie suggested taking his hand. They ran off towards the playground, murmuring excitedly about Star Wars.
"I'm Edward," Mac's father introduced himself, running his hand over the back of his neck.
"Bella," I offered with a small smile before I started walking towards the bench that looked over the entire playground.
"Sorry about…the stoplight," he mumbled, jerking his head back towards the road.
"It's okay," I chuckled. "Do you do that often?"
"Not really," he murmured. "You're really…pretty," he added.
"Uh…thanks," I laughed.
"Do you come here often?" he asked as we plopped onto the bench.
"As often as I can," I replied. "Ronnie loves this park and it's not too far from our house. If I can't bring her, my brother usually does. Wait…was that a pickup line?" I asked with a chuckle.
The tops of his ears turned pink and he looked down at his feet. "Why didn't I just keep my eyes to myself," he mumbled. "No, it wasn't a pickup line," he said as he straightened and glanced at the playground. "I was just trying to make conversation."
"Mama," Ronnie shouted from the top of the slide. "Watch this," she exclaimed before rushing down the spiral slide.
"Great job, baby," I called.
"Ronnie's mama, watch me now," Mac called following Ronnie down the slide. I laughed and clapped once he got to the bottom.
"How old is she?" Edward asked.
"She's three-years-old. Actually, she'll be four next month," I added.
"Wow, you don't look old enough to have a four-year-old," Edward observed.
"I had her when I was twenty. She was a broken condom," I said softly with a sigh. "One drunken night at a frat party, and the next thing I knew I was pregnant."
"Where's her father?" he asked quietly.
"I have no idea. He wanted nothing to do with her and neither did his family. I wouldn't trade her for the world though. She's the best part of me," I said with a smile.
"I can't understand men that won't take responsibility for their actions. I could've written Mac off as well, but I couldn't imagine my life without him. His mother wouldn't have been able to raise him by herself. She was a drunken drug-addict, and she tried staying clean after he was born, but she wasn't very successful. I worked a part-time job while I was still in school to help support her and Mac. One night, I got off work early and came home to our crummy apartment only to find her fucking some other guy and lines of coke on the glass coffee table. Mac was screaming in his crib," he sighed.
"That's awful," I gasped. "I'd much rather have done everything by myself then have to worry about drugs and strange men in my home."
"It was horrible. I took a bunch of pictures on my cell phone, and then I called the cops. After she was arrested, I took Mac and we never looked back. I petitioned the courts for sole custody and, it was awarded while she was in jail. She hasn't seen him since he was just a few months old," he supplied.
"Do you feel that he's better off?"
"Without a doubt," he answered immediately. "She was a waste product."
I nodded and looked out at our children playing happily together. Ronnie was laughing at something Mac was doing. Her smile lit up her entire face. Happiness filled my heart as I witnessed Ronnie's joy firsthand. Giving her a good life was my main concern.
"How old is Mac?" I asked after a few moments of silence.
"He turns four in September."
"Wow, they're so close in age," I pointed out.
He nodded and looked over at me with a grin. "They'd make great playmates," he said and cocked his eyebrow.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm trying to smoothly ask you if we can meet you here again to play," he chuckled as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink.
"You're horrible at pickup lines," I pointed out. "We try to come on Tuesdays and Thursdays," I added.
"Same time?" he asked, ignoring the dig. I nodded and smiled widely.
"Maybe next time I won't try any lame pickup lines," he mumbled, which caused me to laugh loudly. I had a feeling he just couldn't help himself.