AN: Hey guys! I am soo sorry I haven't updated in such a long time. But today, I thought to myself: It is SO unfair that I haven't updated for that long! Because, believe me folks, I know how it feels when you are denied a chapter of a story for such a long period of time.
So, anyway....ON WITH IT!
Recap: "Call her!" she cried, as she pulled me back towards the doors leading to the parking area.
"Wait!" I slapped her hand from mine and spun around. "What's your name?" I directed towards the doctor, feeling utterly ridiculous.
"Edward." he grinned at me and I almost cursed aloud as my heart started to misbehave once again.
"Bye." I breathed, and slowly followed Alice to her car.
EPOV
(Note: This story is not about an Ed and Bell romance, people. That is why I skipped so far. This is about Edward and his mother and children.)
Here is what has happened: Edward and Bella got married a mere year after meeting and gave birth to a honeymoon baby by the name of Emily on June 1st. Edward and Bella were 21 when they met, 22 when they married and 22 1/2 when they had their first child. Emily is 6 now, which makes Edward and Bella 28, and Esme 44.
On with it...
EPOV
I waited anxiously by the door and listened for the distinctive rumble of a school bus. I sighed, frustrated. Why was it taking them so long? I continued to pace restlessly around the small space between the wall on my left and the end of the linoleum on my right. Maybe Bella was right...our house was quite unusually large.
After what seemed like an eternity, the giant yellow contraption stopped itself in front of my house and I threw open the door, waiting on the steps to be met with the twinkling eyes of my 6 year old daughter. Instead I was met with a heart-breaking screech of,
"Daddy!" she cried, tears rolling down her cheeks. I hurriedly made my way over to her, and Bella poked her head out the door, hearing the commotion from inside the kitchen.
"What's wrong, Honey?" I asked, wrapping her tightly into my arms.
"Why don't you come inside?" Bella softly suggested from the doorway, and led me and my daughter into our home.
We sat Emily down on the couch and gave her time for her little green eyes to ejaculate all the tears. She pushed her silky brown hair behind her ear, and turned to look at me and her mother.
"On the bus," she hiccuped, "all the big kids said that I was going to grow up to be a little brat because I have a spoon in my mouth."
I groaned and leaned back against the couch, pitying my daughter.
"I knew we shouldn't have sent her to public school, Bells." I whispered to my wife, who shot me a dirty look.
"Edward, we may make enough money to send her to one of the snooty boarding schools around here, but I refuse to let my child be around those kids."
It was true; what I made a year, after all expenses were paid, was enough for 2 straight days of super-bowl air-time. All because of that little breakthrough I had in surgery, just an easier and safer way to remove cancerous tumors from the brain, that's all.
"And that's not all..." Emily proclaimed softly from beside Bella, "we were talking about family in class today..."
"And?" Bella urged when she stopped.
"Marilyn said that both her grandmas and both her grandpas lived in their basement." her eyebrows knitted together in confusion at the memory, " So I said to her, 'Marilyn, you can only have one grandma and grandpa.' and everybody picked on me because they said that everybody had two of each."
I sighed in sadness, I knew this would come up somehow.
I launched into the story of how my mother dropped me off at the orphanage and all that other good stuff. But, to my utter surprise, instead of letting the subject drop, My little girl turned to me and said,
"Daddy, why don't you find her?"
And in that moment, I knew I had to. For my daughter.
