Chapter 3
My phone rang and I immediately answered it. It was my precious Evie, she was the only one that was assigned Brown Eyed Girl as a ring tone. Actually, she had the same ring tone in both mine and Edward's phones. She was our brown eyed girl.
"Hey, baby. How are you?" I asked.
"Mommy, please tell Daddy how you cut the grilled cheeses, cause he didn't do it right again!" I could hear Edward as he told her a grilled cheese was not enough to get worked up over and they tasted the same no matter how they were cut.
"Biba, daddy's right, grilled cheese is not that big of a deal. Especially not enough for you to call and tattle on him, right?" I knew Edward struggled to take care of the kids by himself, but I had to give it to him- he never let them down. If he said he would be there, he was. They always had good meals and ate out a lot less at Edward's house than they did at mine. So, who was I to condemn or criticize him?
"I guess not, Mommy," she sniffled. I knew the real problem was that she needed her nap.
"I think you owe daddy an apology, don't you?" I heard her faint 'mmhmm'. "Good, can I speak to daddy?" She rewarded me with a loud scream of 'Mommy wants you, Daddy!', as I tried to brace my ears for the second round of yelling. Instead I heard the quite apology of my girl as Edward took the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, sorry. I told her that she was wrong to call me. I think she's just tired. Are her sniffles gone?" I wasn't really worried, if she was not better, then I knew that Edward would take them by Carlisle's house and let him check her out. It really was just a way to prolong the conversation.
"Yeah, she was fine last night without any medicine, so I think she's okay. Thanks for backing me up, I tried to tell her that the grilled cheese would taste the same no matter how I cut it, but she is a stickler for her traditions." I chuckled and blushed. She was just like me. She looked like Edward, but with my brown eyes, and she had my personality, with his musical talents. She was a fine mix of us both.
"Yeah, sorry about that. I will try to screw up every so often so she can call you and complain about me," I joked.
"Would you? That would help my dad rep so much!" He chuckled and so did I. I knew he really didn't need any help, at times he seemed so in tune with our kids. To be honest, when Evie was little and she had colic it was only him that could settle her. She loved the sound of his voice, didn't matter what he sang, she loved it. I did as well. Angela cleared her throat and brought me out of my haze.
"Hey, sorry, I don't mean to cut you off, but I'm here having lunch with Angela, so can I let you go?"
"Angela Weber?" Edward asked.
"Well, Angela Cheney now, but yeah."
"What is she doing back in town? She swore she would never come back?" he laughed. I could see her as she rolled her eyes, obviously she heard him.
"One comment made at a point where I was pissed at the world, and everyone in town not only hears, but remembers it, can't a small town girl show up to see her small town friends?" She leaned towards me and shouted into the phone for Edward to hear her. He began to respond and I gave her the phone.
They chatted for a few minutes and I heard her promise to bring Ben over for a cookout at his house. She handed the phone back to me finally. "He's gone. Evie was shouting about Andrew taking her Barbie, so he let me go."
I sighed. I missed my life with my kids and my husband.
