Thank you all for the love and continued support of the new story, it means a lot to me that you all are willing to give it a chance. I´ve finally started a twitter acct. for my fics.. so come out and play when you get a chance! /krazis_korner So Bella finally meets Mac in this chapter! See you all at the end!
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS CHILD ABUSE AND ALLUDES TO CHILD MOLESTATION!
Beta'd by: Jdonovan09 and ivoryhairbela... you ladies are amazing and I couldn´t do it without you... even when you bust my chops, Iza! A million and one thank you´s!
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A Real Family of Her Own:
Chapter 3
Memories of the Past... and Uninvited Guests...
BPOV
I huffed out a tired breath as I put the gearshift in park and opened the car door. I just sat there for a moment, needing to adjust and contemplate my next move. The sudden burst of heat as the car door opened was an unwelcoming change. After riding so long with the air-conditioner on, my skin immediately began to perspire.
It was the end of May and already the heat was scorching. Couple that with pregnancy and my talent for clumsiness and you´ve got one bad combination. Hence the need for contemplation.
When you´re forced to walk around with an extra thirty pounds – well forty-five in my case - carrying such excess caused you quite a bit of pensiveness, especially when it came to walking.
I hadn´t seen my feet in a few weeks, that and my inability to walk across a flat surface without tripping on a dust mite, and you´ve got a disaster waiting to happen. Now do you understand my hesitation?
One can never be too careful!
It had been a long fucking ride and my ankles were swollen, I was hungry, sweaty and I had to pee for the millionth time today. Yeah, I was not a happy camper! Thanks to the future soccer star I was carrying that was currently doing the Electric Slide on my bladder and eating me from the inside out, I´d made quite a few stops along the way.
Between using the bathroom and shopping for must have snacks at every stop, my three and a half hour drive turned into damn near five hours. I was beyond exhausted and wanted nothing more than to soak in a hot bubble bath while sipping on a nice glass of Oceanspray Cran-Grape juice.
Yeah, this little guy was picky with his brands. No store brand for him; he´d shoot it right back up, return to sender... express mail! I rolled from behind the steering wheel of my SUV with as much grace as I could muster, deciding to return and collect my things after my bath and a much needed nap.
I stretched out my tense muscles and moaned at the feel of them loosening up. A gentle breeze swept across the lawn causing my hair to fan across my face and tickle my nose. Okay, so it wasn´t that hot, not in Forks of course but over exaggeration was one of the perks of pregnancy.
I took a moment to breathe in the green that could only be found in this part of Washington, I was just so happy to have finally made it to my destination that I could have danced a jig in the driveway. Too bad my ballooned belly wouldn´t allow me to perform such a happy dance.
Besides, I could just imagine the looks I´d garner from the watchful eyes of my neighbors. Yeah, I´m sure they´d call the men in white coats to cart my crazy ass out of here!
Damn, it´s so good to be home!
_ArFoHo_
I opened the front door and choked back a sob. Would I ever get used to not having Charlie and Sue around? It had been three years since Charlie was gunned down on a rural road on the outskirts of town and even longer since we´d lost Sue to cancer but somehow both losses just seemed so fresh.
Especially now, I thought, rubbing my swollen stomach. They would have been so happy that they were becoming grandparents. Charlie would have been a bit difficult in the beginning because of my choice to do it alone but I had no doubt that Sue would have put him in his place in no time.
Charlie was a fool in love when it came to Sue; I think I loved her all the more for returning the light to Charlie´s eyes. I´d heard the all the horror stories from Sue about how bad he was after Renee left, taking me with her. She told me how he searched for me diligently for years, utilizing all of his law enforcement connections but always coming up empty handed.
The pain was visible in Sue´s eyes as she reminisced the darker times in Charlie´s life. Describing what an empty shell he was with no hope and nothing to live for. He simply moped around for years after we left.
She said that by the time I was eight, he´d given up on his dream of ever finding me again; it was like Renee had taken me and vanished off the face of the earth. He started spending all his time at the precinct or down at La Push on the Quileute Reservation fishing with his friends. The folks on the reservation soon became his family.
A few years after Charlie had given up his search, Sue´s husband and Charlie´s best friend, Harry Clearwater, died from a massive heart attack. During this time he and Sue became closer. They were both hurting from their own personal losses so they bonded over their common grief.
Harry and Sue had two children, a daughter Leah, who was living in Paris at the time attending college and working as a runway model, and their youngest Seth, was living in New York attending NYU on an academic scholarship. So when Harry died, she was basically left all alone. She and Charlie found solace in one another´s loneliness and eventually fell in love. They married the year before I came to live with them.
I didn´t remember anything about my mother and father´s relationship before Renee took me away but I definitely knew that it wasn´t Charlie´s fault. Renee would always tell me how no good he was, how much he hated me, and didn´t want us around; but somehow I always held on to the hope that maybe Charlie did want me. I told myself that he just didn´t know where to find us, especially since Renee and I moved around so much. She was particularly cruel when I messed up her relationships. Those were the times that I day-dreamed the most.
I dreamt that I´d come home from school or woke up to find Charlie waiting to take me back home. This was where he would love and protect me and I wouldn´t have to ever live in fear again. I hated living with Renee! Hated that she always made everything my fault. She blamed me for everything and wasn´t ashamed to say it!
Despite the fact that he made a big deal about me coming to live with him, it was hard to trust Charlie at first. He was a complete stranger to me and all I had to go on was the shit that Renee had told me. That and the many unfulfilled fantasies of him rescuing me. I was so used to living with disappointment, so why should this be any different?
It was actually his relationship with Sue that caused me to slowly begin to let down my guard. Charlie worshiped the ground that Sue walked on and he treated me like I was a princess... like I mattered. This was a complete one-eighty to the way my life had been with Renee. I finally had a family! The family that I´d spent most of my life dreaming of.
Renee was a lying bitch; I hated that we shared the same DNA. If I never saw her again, it would be too fucking soon! That was just one more thing that selfish whore had taken away from me. Charlie was a damn good husband and an even better father. He was quiet by nature and not very affectionate but I never felt as if he didn´t love me. It was like a tangible unspoken bond was shared between us.
His gruff voice would always be the first thing I heard every morning before school. "Baby girl, you awake?" he would call out leaning his tall frame in the doorway of my room, dressed in his uniform, mustache twitching with a hint of a smile as I attempted to play possum. To some it may have meant nothing, but to me, it meant the world.
And every night before I went to bed, on the days he didn´t work late, he´d come into my room and sit quietly on the side of my bed and tell me how much he loved me and how happy he was that I was finally back home where I belonged.
He´d then give my hand a gentle squeeze, kiss me softly on the forehead and bid me a good night. It wasn´t much, but it was us; it was our thing and I would always have it. I couldn´t wait to share the same types of quiet moments with my son.
It was never like that with Renee simply because most days she was asleep when I got up for school, if she was even home, and very seldom was she there when it was time for me to go to bed. I used to dream of what it would be like if I´d stayed with my father; I mean it couldn´t have been any worse than that.
I learned early on to look out of myself and to just stay out of her way, especially when she moved in a new boyfriend, which was often. I was six when Mark came to live with us; he was the first of many that would make my life a living hell. She would buy me a new dress from time to time, but this time somehow felt different – something was off.
Renee never really paid much attention to me, but all of a sudden she was buying me things... clothes, books, toys. She even bought me treats and candy, a luxury I was normally never afforded. That was a definite red flag, Renee never bought me candy; she barely had money to buy groceries. I thought that she finally noticed me, that she finally got it. Finally got that I loved her and would do anything to make her happy.
I was always good in school, well-behaved, good grades; never an ounce of trouble. And it was all for her. All to make her love me, but it never seemed to be enough. Not until Mark came along.
He´d been living with us for about two months when it happened. It was a Friday night and Mark insisted that Renee have a girl´s night out with her friends. She refused at first, stating that she didn´t have anyone to watch me. This I didn´t understand because countless times I´d awoken during the night to find myself sleeping, alone, in whatever little dingy apartment we happen to be occupying at the time.
Mark just blew her off saying that it wasn´t like I was a baby and he would be home if I needed anything. I immediately became giddy inside, of all the boyfriends that Renee had, he had been the nicest to me so far.
I jumped at the chance to get to spend time with him, playing games and having fun. Feeling like a normal kid with a normal dad. Not giving it a second thought, Renee got dressed and left me alone with Mark to enjoy her night on the town.
It was fun at first; he played games with me and talked to me. He told me that he liked me and wanted to be my friend. I was beyond excited. I had never had a friend before, so the idea of Mark becoming my friend and even maybe becoming my dad someday appealed to me.
I thought that maybe if I could make Mark happy by being a good daughter that maybe Renee would keep him around and we could become a real family. I know... wishful thinking on my part! It was getting late and Mark said it was time for me to take my bath.
I was waiting for the tub to fill and...
"Isabella," he called out to me from the doorway. "Need some help?
I immediately jumped, not used to having anyone in the bathroom with me. Renee had stopped helping me bathe when I was four. I even knew how to get the temperature of my water just right all by myself, so I didn´t understand why he was in the bathroom with me.
Swallowing thickly, I moved to cover my naked torso, but he stopped me. "Umm, uhh," I stuttered. "I can do it myself. I don´t need any help taking my bath." For some reason the way his eyes narrowed and he licked his lips, it made the downy hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention.
"Now listen here you little bastard," he sneered, eying me like I was a piece of meat. "I´m in charge and you´ll do as I say. And I say it´s time for me to help you take a bath. Now get those panties off and get in the fucking tub."
My heart was beating so fast that I thought it was going to jump out of my chest. With trembling hands, I moved to push my Strawberry Shortcake panties down, but I couldn´t do it. I shook my head adamantly and looked him in the eye, "NO! Mommy said that I can´t undress in front of boys. You´re a boy! You have to leave." I crossed my arms in front of my bare flat chest eyeballing him stubbornly, but trembling violently.
Before I knew what happened, the back of Mark´s hand connected with my face, the blow knocked me into the sink causing me to hit my face on the counter. I crouched down in the small space between the toilet and the tub and shivered with fear. There was nowhere to run, no way to get away from him.
"Look here you little snot-nosed brat," he spit at me. "I didn´t give that whore of a mother of yours all that money to buy you shit to not get something in return." He began removing his shirt and unbuckling his belt.
When he moved to lower the zipper on his jeans, I shut my eyes instantly, not wanting to see his privates. I was so scared. Where was Renee and why wasn´t she here to protect me?
With my eyes shut tight and my hands covering my ears, I continued to cower in the corner chanting, "Mommy, mommy, mommy." The splashing of water caused my speech to falter and my eyes moved of their own accord to spring open.
Mark was sitting in the bathtub, naked as the day he was born. My stomach clenched in fear and I tried to run, but he was faster. Locking my wrist in a death grip, I had no choice but to stay put. "C´mere little girl and make your new daddy feel good." Yanking my arm, he pulled me down into the warm water.
My breathing picked up and my skin felt clammy, the memories always sent me into panic mode. I´d been doing well since I became pregnant. I´d only had three episodes and those were just nightmares. Fuck!
I had to get a hold of myself; I wouldn´t even consider medication, nothing was going to harm my baby. Yoga and meditation had been a godsend, but there were still moments when the memories broke through my carefully constructed barriers, those times were the hardest.
As if sensing my distress, my little man became active, kicking and fluttering around my stomach, letting me know I was safe. None of the bad men could hurt me anymore.
I shook my head to try and rid myself of the awful memories; it had been awhile since I´d let the darkness consume me and now was not the time. Today was to be one of celebration, I was home. A place that represented what my life had become, not what it was. The past was just that... the past!
_ArFoHo_
Taking a deep breath, I closed the door and moved towards the fireplace, running my finger along the different pictures of my family. My eyes lingered on a cute picture of Will, Jake and Leah´s son, soon my little man would share this space as well. I couldn´t wait!
Stopping, I picked up the silver frame that held a picture of Charlie, Sue, Seth, Jacob, Leah and I on our last family vacation, I breathed a sigh of relief remembering happy times. Happy times! My chest tightened at the thought.
It was the last time that we were all together before Sue got really sick. Jacob and Leah, who are now back in Washington and living on the reservation, had just gotten married and decided they wanted us to accompany them on a family cruise for their honeymoon. It was the perfect balance of family and alone time when necessary.
As reluctant as I was to join them, I went and had a blast. Mom, Dad, Seth and I shared a stateroom and none of us were safe from Seth´s early morning pranks. If you were smart, you always went to sleep after and woke up before Seth.
Several months after coming to live with Charlie and Sue, I´d taken to calling her Mom. I really don´t remember how it happened, but she never made a big deal about it, for which I was grateful.
Though I could see the subtle color rise in her cheeks and her chest puff out with just a hint of pride whenever I said it. It felt good to see her happy. I knew that she missed having Seth and Leah around all the time and this made her feel like she still had a daughter to take care of. She would never know just how much she meant to me because I needed a mother as well.
My step-sister, Leah, was a bit intimidating at first but that was just her nature. Beautiful and self-assured on the outside, she could easily come off as a bitch but that couldn´t be farther from the truth. Seth, my overprotective big brother, was just the opposite, full of laughter and fun; with him, it was never a dull moment.
They both welcomed me into their little family with open arms just as they had done with Charlie. Seth and Leah are wonderful siblings, and often reminded me that I was not alone in the world. I´m still working on reminding myself.
We´ve grown closer since the death of our parents, but I still find myself keeping them at a distance. It was easy as breathing with Seth and it helped that he lived in my building, so I cooked dinner for him at least three nights a week. Well, when he wasn´t between girlfriends at least. I had to give it to the boy, he was handsome!
Leah and I talk more now since she had Will; she was always telling me some funny story about the things that he´s done. It never ceased to amaze me how much one two year old little boy could get into; seems like I had a lot to look forward too. I was hoping that by going back to Dr. Banner and starting therapy again, it would help me to finally let them all the way in.
How do I explain to them that even in a room full of people, I still felt all alone?
I have to do this! I thought.
No, I need to do this; if not for myself, then for my unborn child. He deserves to know his family and for them to be a part of his life. Secretly, I was a bit excited at the prospect of my son and Leah´s becoming cousins/best friends.
My son would never know how it felt to be alone like I did. I traced the lines of Charlie and Sue´s faces, "Mom and Dad, I´m trying," I whispered. "I´m trying to get better, to become a whole person for you... for him." I rubbed my protruding belly and placed the frame back in its designated spot on the mantle. Robotically, my hand wiped away a stray tear that had fallen; it was moments like these that I missed them the most.
"Don´t worry, little guy, mommy´s going to take good care of you." My little soccer star chose that moment to kick, as if to second the motion. With a resigned sigh, I made my way to the stairs, heading toward my bathroom - my sanctuary. Damn I could use an elevator right about now! Just looking at the stairs made me feel winded.
_aRfOhO_
I huffed and puffed my way to the second floor, willing my swollen ankles not to give out on me. Just a few more steps and I´d be in bubble heaven. Thank God I surprised Charlie with a remodel a few years back.
I didn´t think that I would still fit comfortably in his old bathtub, not to mention, I´d become quite spoiled by my own gigantic Jacuzzi back in Seattle; it was one of the reasons I never wanted to sleep anywhere outside of my condo.
After listening to Charlie complain for the millionth time one night about always having to drive to Seattle, because I never came to Forks; I phoned Esme. I needed help fast and only the best would do. If I was going to be visiting Charlie more often, then I needed to bring a few more amenities to Charlie´s humble abode.
Trust me, there´s no place like home and I just wanted to bring a piece of it to Forks. So I came up with an elaborate plan of action and sent Charlie and Billy Black, Jacob´s father, on a deep sea fishing trip off the coast of Alaska for a week and let Esme loose on his unsuspecting bachelor pad.
I told her to spare no expense and my only demand was that every single upstairs bathroom had to have a Jacuzzi tub in it. Aside from that, she could do as she saw fit. Speaking of fits, Charlie had a big one, he was absolutely furious with what I´d done. We were the same in that we never accepted gifts well.
After some serious coaxing and a long soak, Charlie fell in love with the bathtub; it also didn´t hurt that there was a 36" flat screen TV mounted on the wall above the tub. If that wasn´t enough to send him into cardiac arrest, he nearly blew a gasket when he saw the 60" mounted on the wall of his den and his new state of the art recliner, complete with a heated full body massager.
I took Charlie´s quaint little home and turned it into the ultimate man cave. Billy and deputies that regularly watched games at Charlie´s were singing my praises somewhat profusely for week; it was quite embarrassing to say the least. Let´s just say, for awhile there, I was the one complaining about all my trips to Forks.
I was so lost in my thoughts of the past that I hadn´t noticed the muffled sounds coming from inside my bedroom earlier. What the hell? Who the fuck is in my house? This is Forks damn it!
Nothing ever happens in Forks!
What the fuck am I going to do?
Opening the door slowly, I scanned the room hoping to find something that I could use as a weapon, just as my eyes fall on a miniature souvenir baseball bat that Charlie had gotten me at the first Mariner´s game he took me to. Bingo! I tiptoed over to the corner and froze. What the hell?
Hannah Montana!
Moving closer to the door I could now clearly hear the voice of a small child belting out the lyrics to the theme song to Hannah Montana along with Miley Cyrus. You got me people, I like the Disney channel!
Forgoing the need for a weapon, I pushed the bathroom door open and I couldn´t believe my eyes. There, in my Jacuzzi bathtub, full of so many bubbles that I could only see a small portion of her head was a little girl with the purest green eyes that I´d ever seen. Could this day get any weirder?
"Bellaaaaaaa," she screeched. "I´ve been waiting for you." Jumping up in excitement, she sloshed water all over the floor. Not the safest thing for a pregnant klutz like me.
"Whoa, whoa," I admonished, trying desperately to stop a disaster in the making. "Wait Sweetie, don´t move so much. You´re making a mess." I tried to speak calmly to my little intruder; I didn´t want to scare her away. Thankfully, she slid back into the water without any protest.
Slipping out of my shoes, I cautiously made my way over to the linen closet and retrieved a few towels. I eyeballed the pint-sized stranger that seemed to know exactly who I was as I mopped up the mess. She didn´t so much as flinch under my gaze. Tough little cookie isn´t she? I thought to myself.
"Uhh," looking everywhere but at the little nudist, "I don´t think we´ve ever met. As a matter of a fact, I´m sure of it. Who are you? And how do you know my name?" I felt myself blush as I trained my eyes on her face. Call me modest, but I don´t think that her parents would appreciate me ogling their little girl´s body; even if I would never hurt her, but in lieu of my past, it just felt awkward.
"Grammy and Jakey, told me all about you silly," she said as if it was the most obvious answer.
Grammy?
Jakey?
I was momentarily baffled at her revelation, but then it hit me. Jacob! But wait, who´s grammy?
"Yeah, that´s what I said, Jakey and Grammy Ne-Ne," she enunciated the nicknames as if she was talking to a small child. Hmm... guess I said that out loud! "We got everything ready for you last week. He told me you were coming today and I wanted to be here when you got home." she chattered away like we were old friends getting reacquainted. "You´re going to be my new best friend, Bells." I cringed slightly at the use of my family´s nickname; I wasn´t used to hearing it from strangers, even if they were absolutely adorable. "I´m gonna help you with the baby and everything. Because I´m a big girl and I know how to help." Her look of earnest and sheer determination caught me off guard. I had no idea who this little stranger was but I had no doubt that she was telling the truth. And oddly that really warmed my heart.
Shocked would be an understatement as to how I felt, but for lack of a better word that was the only way to describe how I was feeling. My mouth was gaping like a fish as I struggled to recall Jake telling me about a little girl who helped him.
The only name that I´ve ever heard in reference to the upkeep of the yard was Mac, the little mischievous boy from next door, who always helped him out around the house and sometimes spent time out at La Push with him, Leah and Will.
Strange, he never mentioned a little girl; a little girl who seemed to know an awful lot about me.
"Umm, Sweetie" I said hesitantly. "I´m sorry, but Jake never mentioned you. He only told about Mac, the little boy from next door, who helps him keep up my yard." Her little brow furrowed and her expression became one of hurt, mixed with anger.
Immediately, I felt bad for what I´d said; even though I hadn´t said anything wrong. "Hey," I cooed, ignoring the water and sitting on the edge of the tub. "Don´t be upset, Sweetheart, I didn´t mean to hurt your feelings. It´s just that... I don´t know who you are. But I´m sure we´ll be great friends like you said." Something, I don´t know what, compelled me to reach out to her.
I had an overwhelming need to comfort this little angel, which was strange, because I´d never found myself wanting to get to know another human being so badly. Well except for Esme Cullen, oddly, I felt the same connection to this little stranger as I did when I first met Momma Es, as I had taken to calling her.
Stroking her cheek lightly, her gaze softened under my touch. My fingers tingled and my heart swelled, making room for my new best friend. I smiled at how absurd that sounded, but nevertheless it was nothing but the truth. "You´re not mad at me are you Angel?" I asked after she´d been quiet for too long.
Rising from the water and placing her hands on her imaginary little hips she let out a huff. I was relieved to see that she was wearing a swimsuit and not flashing her little girl bits all over the place. "Jake," she said, growling cutely. I could now see that my new little acquaintance was quite the firecracker.
"Jake," I repeated in confusion. "What about him."
"I´m gonna give him a black eye," she huffed shaking her tiny little fist in the air. "He told you I was a boy? I am a girl! Not a stinkin´ boy and he´s gonna get it!" I was so tickled by her tough little girl act that it took me a minute to comprehend what it was she was telling me.
"Are y-yo-you... telling me..." I choked out. "That you´re Mac?" I couldn´t believe it. And in his defense, Jacob never said Mac was a boy; I just assumed, what with all the help he liked to give. I laughed so hard at my assumption that I almost peed my pants. "Whoa..." I squeaked out. "Be right back." I threw over my shoulder, jumping up and rushing into the private toilet area and closing the door. Phew! I breathed out in relief. I would not miss all the frequent bathroom breaks I took when this pregnancy was over.
Thanks to the little stowaway I was carrying, my bathroom visits required a few more minutes than your customary number 1 visit. Just my luck, my little intruder thought it necessary to point that out. "Hey Bells," she called out after a few minutes. "What´s taking you so long? Are you going number 2?" I could not believe that she just said that, my entire body flamed with embarrassment. How am I supposed to face her after a question like that?
TMI little girl... TMI
I´m never leaving this bathroom!
Ever the center of attention, my little bundle decided it was mealtime, so embarrassment be damned I had to get out of this bathroom - I was starving!
Hell, who am I trying to kid, I´m always starving!
_ArFoHo_
After what seemed like hours, but in reality was a mere five minutes tops, I mustered up all my courage and cracked open the door. Peering out into the bathroom, I checked to see if I still had company. Seeing that the coast was clear, I exited the small space and moved to the sink to wash my hands.
Taking in the room, I was impressed to see that my tiny intruder had attempted to clean up her mess. Noticing her absence, I wondered where she´d disappeared to. Of course, did it really matter? She seemed to be more acquainted with my house than I was; she could be anywhere. I wonder how she got in here?
Once again, my stomach rumbled, sounding faintly as if my big intestines were snacking on my little intestines. Boy, I gotta get this kid some food! Peanut butter and jelly sounds delightful! Cue the rumbling! Exiting the bedroom, I heard the faint sounds of music coming from down the hall. The nursery! I´d completely forgot to check the nursery.
Sidetracked by Mac, the cute little green-eyed cat burglar, I forgot all about my little boy´s new room. When I called Esme to share the news of my pregnancy, she insisted on doing the nursery as my gift. Upon learning the sex of the baby, I called her up and let her loose. I knew I could trust her and I wouldn´t be disappointed.
Oh. My. God! Grammy Ne-ne... why didn´t I make the connection sooner? The hair, the eyes, she was the spitting image of her beautiful grandmother. Judging by her age, she could only belong to Esme´s son and daughter-in-law. I guess they relocated to Washington after all.
Shuffling my swollen ankles in the direction of the music, my breath hitched as I stood in the open door. It was nothing short of amazing. I choked back a sob as I took in the beautiful room. Everything was picture perfect. From the baby blue chest of draws, to the breath taking deep mahogany colored crib. The color scheme was basically baby blue and chocolate, with hints of white and tan thrown in.
Sitting in the child-sized rocking chair, with a head full of damp auburn curls, fully clothed in a pair of overhauls and a cute pair of polka-dot Chucks, quietly studying a teddy bear was Mac. She was gazing longingly at the stuffed animal and seemed to be lost in thought. "I hope you like it," she said with an unsure voice, never making eye contact. "Grammy let me help pick out some of the stuff and Jakey let me help paint too." Her little face lifted and piercing green eyes full of sadness and longing connected with my brown ones. "When he comes, will you teach me how to take care of him? So he´ll never have to have a nanny. I never want him to have to have a nanny. I hate all my nannies and I know it´s mean but I always do whatever I can to make Daddy get rid of them." Gone was the self assured swimmer that I found floating up to her eyeballs in bubbles, and in her place was a shy little girl who misbehaved to get her father´s attention. "I thought that if I got rid of them all, then he´d want to spend time with me. I thought it would make him want to hold me more. Hug me even... but he doesn´t. Not since she died. Now he´s sad all the time and nothing I do helps. I just want my Daddy to be happy again." she sniffed sadly. Suddenly, this little angel looked so fragile and broken; for once I went with my instincts and pulled her into my arms.
My shirt became damp with her tears, as she held onto me and cried. I didn´t know her story, yet, but I saw so much of myself in her and I vowed that I would do whatever I could to keep a smile on her beautiful face. How could anybody not want to hold her? Hug her... love her?
In that moment something in me clicked, I wasn´t an over-religious person, but I was a firm believer that all things happened for a reason and there was a reason that I found this precious little gem floating in my bathtub. She was broken and it was my job to help fix her. Maybe in fixing her, I could fix myself in the process.
I don´t know how long we stood there with her crying before the sound of the doorbell ringing broke through our private moment.
Immediately, she stiffened under my touch. "Hey, Sweetie," I cooed softly stroking her bronze curls. "It´s okay, it´s just the doorbell. Come on, let´s go see who it is. It´s probably Jake and Leah stopping by to welcome me home." She laced her fingers with mine and reluctantly followed me down the stairs.
Again the bell sounded, but with a little more urgency. From the tense grip she had on my hand, I had a sinking feeling this wasn´t Jake and whoever it was, had come to take my little intruder home. "Just a minute," I shouted as we rounded the last step.
I moved to open the door, but before I did, I tucked Mac´s little body protectively behind mine. I opened the door and my mouth fell slack. I may be a virgin in the biblical sense, but I had engaged in years of self-pleasure. Let´s just say I do my level best to keep up with technology, my OmiBod is the latest craze in genital sensation. Pfft... like you don´t own a vibrator, please!
And since I´d become pregnant, I´d sometimes indulged two or three times a day. My hormones were all over the fucking place! Presently, they were causing my panties to flood with arousal because standing on my front porch was the sexiest fucking man I had ever seen! Seems as if I´ve just found the new star of my erotic show. Yummy!
In all my twenty-seven years, I had never seen a more fuckable looking man than the one standing in front of me. Fuckable? Excuse me, who are you and what have you done with Isabella Swan? I couldn´t believe I just thought that!
What the hell was wrong with me? Here I was eye-fucking a complete stranger, who happens to be the father of the little girl hiding behind me. My face flamed with color and instantly I was filled with shame. I was like a deer caught in headlights, only instead of headlights, I was sucked in a swirling vortex of jade green and no matter how hard I tried... I couldn´t look away.
I must have looked like a fucking moron, standing there gaping like a fish, but saying nothing. I swear I could feel a bit of drool running down my chin. Unable to do anything else, I continued to stare at the beautiful Greek God like the idiot that I was.
For some, time proceeded to move and since it was clear that it wasn´t moving on my end, the beautiful Adonis decided to speak. "Hello Ms. Swan," his velvety voice greeted me, wrapping around my body like a silk scarf. "I´m Edward Cullen. I was looking for my daughter McKynzie. By any chance is she here?" Fuck me running! Is it possible to cum just by hearing words, because I swear I can feel it running down my legs!
Looks like I was wrong... shit happens in Forks!
Well what did you all think of Bella and Mac´s first meeting. I hope I did the chapter justice and you all liked it. As the chapters progress I´ll give you more glimpses into the past lives of the characters and hopefully it will help you to understand why they are the way they are. I´m sorry I´m unable to respond to all of them, but your reviews are appreciated and for me very necessary, so I hope you all continue to leave me and the story some love. Thank you to those of you who shared with me some personal aspects of your lives in regards to the way Edward behaved in the last chapter. Don´t give up on him yet, I promise an HEA... eventually!
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