Thank you all for the reviews, and thanks to some of you for the advice and or corrections you gave me. I have fixed the 'source' mistake accordingly.

I'm thinking, depending on time managment that I'll update this Sunday Monday and Friday for the duration of the holidays. If the story is not completed by the end of holidays (and chances are it won't be) then the amount of days I post will lessen. Also, the chapters may become longer, but right now I am stuggling to write more into them because it doesn't feel right.

Happy reading :)

Chapter three

Coffee? You want coffee at a time like this?

Everyone's having coffee here, why can't I? In actual fact, I'd love a cup of coffee. With caffeine.

The lady behind the counter looked flustered for a moment, before she composed her face and smiled.

"How would you like your coffee, dear?"

Dear? Oh how sweet. This lady has no idea of the trouble I'm about to create. I don't want to cause trouble, but how do you go about this without trouble?

"Um, actually could we forget the coffee?"

You should have walked in with a paper bag over your head. That way, you could walk out now and they'd never know who you were.

Nope.

I have to do it. Get right to it and stop messing around. No coffee, no stumbling. Just ask her.

"Sorry, I'm not here for coffee... I'm actually looking for an Edward Cullen?"

You did it, finally. I mean you could have asked a little more... tactfully. But you did it.

I can see the moment she hears what I've said. I watch as her eyes narrow and her lips pull back into a stern line; definitely his mother. The look on her face could only be described as guarded and protective.

I couldn't help but think of how bad my luck was; out of all the people that could've served me, I had to get his mother. I could see at least three other employees who could have served me just fine. I would have asked them if there was an Edward Cullen here and they would have replied "Yeah sure, let me get him for you" and it would have been so much easier. Less embarrassing and less scary.

"Edward works here; can I ask what you want with him?"

Her tone was guarded, but still polite. The warmth wasn't there anymore, but I could deal with that.

However, did she have to ask what I wanted with him? I mean that just... how am I supposed to answer that?

The baby I'm holding is your Grandson. I'm here because I think Edward should know this. And I want m-our son to be happy. I believe this is important to his happiness.

I was about to answer her when the bell rang, signalling the arrival of someone else. Who on earth would come here three minutes before closing?

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I mean... just why?