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Spiderweb

The rest of the week past with shared lunches with Jasper and sometimes Alice, classes and Tate's tails of preschool. Carmen had informed me that she wasn't able to find a permanent replacement just yet and had split the class up and had them join other classes until her friend returned from a conference she was in. She had said that her friend used to teach kindergarten before she dove into the charity circuit, but she had volunteered to teach the class until Carmen found a full time teacher. It was Friday and we were running a little behind. Tate wouldn't wake up and I had to drop some paperwork off for Emmett at Rose's shop and we ran into the mechanic, Jacob, who lets face it would just not shut the F up. Finally I was able to get Tate back in the car and we began our drive to preschool. I called Jasper on the way and asked him to watch my class for a few minutes since he had a free period and he agreed once he heard what was going on.

I arrived at the school and noticed that classes hadn't started just yet. I got to Tate's classroom, I had been informed the night before that Carmen's friend would be there and the class could all be together again. I pushed open the door and saw a small woman, about two inches taller than me with soft blue/grey eyes and a warm smile at the front this is what a preschool teacher is supposed to look like I thought- not her general appearance but her smile as opposed to a sneer. She turned to greet me and introduced herself as Esme Cullen, but her words got caught as I pulled Tate forward to say hello. It was a very similar reaction that Alice and Jasper had, but Esme did not recover as well. She knelt down to Tate's level and he stuck his hand out to introduce himself. "Tate Anthony Swan at your service" and completed it with a hard shake of her hand. Esme's breath hitched when he reviled his middle name, if I wasn't running so late I would have questioned her some more, but I felt very comfortable to leave Tate and he took to her in a second flat. I bid my farewell and rushed to school.

During lunch I told Jasper of the interaction this morning and he asked the teachers name again and he just laughed. "Esme is my best friend's mother, she has a very maternal vibe to her; and I know she loves children and Tate should be in good hands." The rest of the day continued without incident and I had agreed to be at Alice and Jasper's at 5pm the next evening so they could have their date night. Once I arrived at Tate's school to pick him up he came bounding towards me and began speaking so fast about his day and how much fun he had. Esme approached me before we left and said that Tate was a very special boy. She asked me if anyone else would ever pick him up I said no, unless something at school came up and then I would have Rosalie pick him up. I didn't rely on Emmett too much to do spontaneous babysitting for me, Rose's job allowed for her to be much more accessible. As we said our goodbyes I could tell Esme had something else she wanted to say, but opted not to voice it, with one last look at Tate she said goodbye, and again a look crossed her face that I couldn't even begin to comprehend.

The rest of Friday and Saturday passed without incident and we were getting ready to head out to Jasper's house to baby-sit Lexie. Before we left the house my cell phone rang, it was Emmett asking if I had a copy of the payroll for Rosalie's shop from about six months ago. I had still been helping out with that aspect of her shop and said I did, he asked if he could come and get it. I said he could stop by Jasper's and I ran and grabbed the folder. I gave Emmett his address and said I would see him later. I pulled up to the house and was greeted by the set of parents who had excitement busting out of them at the prospect of a night out. I told them that my brother was going to stop by for a few moments to pick something up and they said that was fine and then proceeded to bolt to their car shouting they would be back by midnight.

The night was pretty simple, Lexie and Tate played while I put a video of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse in for them to watch. I made supper and we were able to get through without too much of a mess. At eight I got Lexie ready for bed and Tate helped me read a story to her. Once I was done I noticed that my boy had fallen asleep as well. I picked him up carefully and placed him in the guest bedroom where Alice had instructed me to. I returned to the living room and put on some music and began to grade some of the short essays on the first act of A midsummer nights dream. After about 10 minutes of grading I chime from my cell phone alerted me to a text, I had to hold in my laugh at the message from Rose. I need to find the nearest wrench and tighten the screws in the bimbo Emmett's partner brought with us. I sent my apologies to her before her next response came through She keeps going on about how she was unfairly fired from her last job, but that it was okay because Eddie poo would take care of her, gag me with a hammer.

I didn't receive any more messages from her for about an hour when my phone rang; I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Emmett "Hey big brother." Emmett's voice when he responded reminded me of how he sounded when Mike Newton wouldn't leave me alone and annoyed the hell out of him trying to get his permission to ask me out on a date in tenth grade. "Hey B, listen we will be there in about 45 minutes, but we are bringing my partner and his tag-a-long." I asked what was so bad about his date "She is not his date, she is an old college friend of his and he feels bad for her and she wormed her way into dinner with him tonight and he asked us to come to help keep his sanity while trying to hold off her advances." I said I understood but he had to go because she was coming back to the table.

I was in the middle of marking one of the final papers when there was a knock at the door I got up and answered the door to an enraged looking Rosalie. She grabbed my arm and whispered "kitchen" in my ear I lead her to the room and she started franticly cursing I didn't catch it all, but I could decipher that it had to do with a blonde bimbo with a brain the size of a lug nut. Her ranting was interrupted with a whiney voice "Rosalie, Emmett wanted me to come find you and his sister." At the sound of her voice my head shot up and I started staring daggers into the bitch that had brought my son to tears on Monday. Recognition swept across her face before she sneered "You whore, got me fired from my job." She started to approach me when Rosalie stepped in "You are the slut that made my nephew cry." She raised her hand and smacked the woman in question without waiting for a response.

Ms Denali's screech brought two sets of foot steps pounding their way to the kitchen was; as well as a cry from the guest bedroom. I turned and went to my son and cradled him he heard Rosalie's berating of the woman and I could hear Emmett and another hushed male voice trying to calm the two women down. I felt a tug on my face and looked down at my son "Is that uncle Emmy?" I nodded my head and he was out of my arms before I could catch him. I heard him shouting for his uncle and when I caught up with him I was met with dead silence in the kitchen with no one moving.

Tate took one look at Ms. Denali and ran back to my arms, I picked him up and started whispering that she wouldn't hurt him and that she was leaving. I kept my eyes trained on Tate while I told Emmett where the folder was with the payroll. I heard him shuffle to the living room and his return. During his departure the only thing you could hear were Tate's sniffles, some erratic breathing and my soft whispers to Tate. Emmett returned and started to tell Rosalie they should go and that he would see us tomorrow at our dad's house. Rosalie said good bye and I heard her tell Tanya to leave, they all started to re-treat but stopped once a simple word was spoken "Bella?"