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Impossible Possibilities
Chapter Nine
BPOV
"Shhh it's okay honey, Mummy's back. Daddy says you missed me. I was only gone for 20 minutes baby, what's the matter? Shhh shhh shhh." Gently rocking Mason's wailing form from side to side, I tried my best to calm him down.
After waking up an hour ago to Mason crying in his daddy's arms, about to have his nappy changed, I was unable to get back to sleep. I'd carefully shuffled out of bed and tried to help Edward as much as possible. Of course being unable to move around much, there was little I could do.
Once Mason was cleaned up and dressed in cute little blue feety pajamas, I gave him half an hour of cuddles while Edward left to prepare his bottle. Edward arrived with Alice and instantly started feeding Mason expertly in his arms. Alice had to force me to leave my boys in order to shower. At the time I was angry with her for making me leave my baby, but once the hot water started running down my skin, I was thankful for her insistence. I still hurried my routine in order to get back to my boys though.
Cleaned and dressed with Alice's help, I'd shuffled as fast as I was able back into our bedroom. There, Edward was sat propped against our headboard rocking a whimpering Mason in his arms. His whimpers grew into cries as Edward informed me that they both missed me. Smiling at my husband, I'd leaned in for a quick kiss before moving Mason back into my arms.
"Shhh baby, look here's Teddy!" His little cries quietened down as he watched his daddy playing with Teddy infront of him.
Kissing his rosy cheek, I ran my fingers through his messy bronze hair before looking back up to Edward. "What time is it?"
Taking a quick look at his watch he smiled apologetically before replying. "It's 6.23am. You've only had four hours sleep. I'm sorry love, I was trying to move him to the nursery to change his nappy but you woke up before I could make it."
Yawning, I waved away his apologies. "It's okay, I'll just have a nap later if possible." My stomach decided to make itself known then, growling loudly into the room. "Besides, by the sounds of it, my hunger would have woke me sooner or later." Laughing together we started gathering our things ready to go downstairs.
Being held bridal style in Edwards arms with Mason secure in mine, we made our way down the stairs and into the crowded living room. Emmett was the first to greet us from his place at Rosalie's side. "Finally! What were you three doing up there. My nephew needs to start his training!"
I Looked at him curiously as Edward settled us comfortably onto the plush cream sofa after a few quick hello's to everyone else. "What training Emmett?" As soon as I asked, I regretted it. Emmett's eyes filled with mischief as he stared at my baby boy snuggled in my arms.
Edward started chuckling at whatever he could hear in Emmett's thoughts so they mustn't have been that bad... Right?
"No Emmett, my son will not be your partner in crime. Don't even think about turning him into a little prankster." At Edward's amused declaration, Emmett's face dropped dramatically. He looked like his puppy had died. Or more realistically, his xbox had been confiscated.
Giggling, I leaned further into Edward's arms, feeling the lack of sleep from earlier. Smiling through a large yawn, I gazed down at my gorgeous little Mason. He was starting to wriggle around in his blanket as he woke from another little nap. Stretching his chubby arms infront of himself, he arched his body in a big stretch while sighing out a little yawn into the room.
"Awww when he does that he looks so much like you Bella dear." Smiling at Esme's emotional cooing, I leaned down and pressed a kiss to Mason's chubby little cheeks.
"Is my little boy going to open his eyes for mummy? Wakey wakey cutie." At my adoring words Mason turned towards the sound of my voice and slowly fluttered open his sleepy eyes. Staring up at me he started making gurgling little noises and burrowing further into my arms as if in answer to my plea.
When Edward reached over and started stroking Mason's hair, I passed him over for a little daddy time. After a few indulgent minutes of watching my boys cuddling, I turned to talk more with our family. Smiling, I took in their proud expressions and adoring behaviour. Alice was sat on Jasper's lap on a recliner, almost bouncing in her happiness. Jasper was obviously feeling all of our elation and unable to control his own feelings as he beamed the largest of us all, bouncing his leg around in excitement.
Carlisle was stood infront of the television with his arms around Esme's giddy frame, smiling proudly at his son and grandson. Rosalie was sat on the love-seat next to Emmett, playing with his fingers and watching Mason adoringly. Worryingly, Emmett had a calculating look on his face that made me want to shield Mason from any oncoming mischief. As my eyes scanned the room, they landed on a tall glass of icy orange juice and my mouth instantly felt parched with longing.
Seeing my hungry look, Esme quickly stepped forward. "Oh silly me. Sorry dear, I forgot to mention your drink. I thought you would like a nice drink, it's still awfully hot for you here."
Smiling gratefully at her thoughtfulness, I reached over to take the drink from her hands. As soon as the cold orangey goodness touched my tongue, my thoughts zoned in on my thirst. Moaning at the instant relief, I downed the contents of the glass within seconds. Scooping up an ice cube from the now empty glass, I popped it into my mouth, sucking happily at the cooling sensation.
Passing the glass into Esme's waiting hands, I realised she was desperately trying to control her laughter. Looking around in confusion I stared at the others as they struggled to contain their amusement.
After a few moments Emmett finally snapped. "Hahahaaa! Oh man, priceless! I think if Eddie wasn't holding Mason, we would've gotten a free show! HA! He wants to get started on baby number two... Ouch Rosie!"
Trying and failing to control her giggles, Rosalie had smacked her buffoon of a husband across the back of his head. What was he on about?
Turning to face Edward, hoping he could explain our families behaviour, I was met with a startling sight. The air in my chest left me quickly as I took in his pitch black hungry eyes and deep lustful stare. Mason was still in his arms gurgling happily, oblivious to the rising tension between his parents. Edward was staring hungrily at my lips making me excited for all the wrong reasons infront of our family!
Without taking his eyes from mine, he placed Mason back into my arms and leaned in to whisper in my ear. His husky voice sent shivers down my spine. "If you're going to drink like that again, give me warning. If we were alone I wouldn't have been able to control myself. You don't now what you do to me baby." Securing my lips with his own, he kissed me quickly and passionately making my breathing escalate and my heart beat uncontrollably in my chest.
It had been too long!
Pulling back abruptly, he stood from the sofa and started walking towards the kitchen at a reluctant pace.
Calling over his shoulder he picked up his pace. "I'll just go and make you some breakfast love. I won't be long."
As the door shut behind him, I could of swore I heard him muttering something about waiting for me to heal.
As I tried to control my breathing and calm my heart down, I willed my obvious blush to go down while trying to ignore the families laughter. Concentrating on Mason's inquisitive little eyes, I easily zoned out their amusement. He really was the most beautiful little baby. He is going to be a heart breaker when he's older.
After a few minutes the laughter died down, so I chanced a peak up at the others. They all still looked amused but atleast they had finally controlled themselves.
Clearing his throat with a little smirk on his face, Carlisle moved to the seat where Edward sat earlier, placing his hand on my arm. "How are you today Bella? Any pain, discomfort, nausea?"
Shaking my head at his concern, I answered as best as I could. "No, there's no pain. I feel sore and a little uncomfortable but it's nothing I can't manage. I do feel a little bit queezy but I think it's just because I'm hungry."
Nodding to my reply, he turned his gaze down to Mason. Instantly my worry was back to the forefront of my mind. "Is everything alright with Mason, Carlisle? He seems perfectly fine. He's had his nappy changed and is eating well. He seems happy enough. Could you look him over for me Carlisle please, just to be sure?"
Patting my arm reassuringly he kissed my forehead and cradled his arms for me to place Mason in securely. "Don't worry, I'm sure he's perfectly healthy but of course I will give him a check over to make sure."
Gazing up at his grandfather, Mason looked on with interest. For a one day old baby, there was too much intelligence in his actions that was for sure. The kitchen door opening made me avert my eyes to my husband and the plates in his hands.
Sitting beside me, he placed the plates on the coffee table infront of us and took my hand in his. "Scrambled eggs, toast, croissant and orange juice. Is that okay love?" Nodding, I pecked his lips in thanks before digging into the mouthwatering breakfast infront of me.
With a mouthful of eggs, I sat facing Carlisle as he watched Mason interact with various behavioural tests. My hand tightened around Edwards when his reflexes were being tested, not liking the little taps being applied to his little knees. My teeth clenched in worry when Carlisle tested the durability of Mason's skin with gentle little pinches. I fidgeted in my seat as a little light was shone into his confused brown eyes and generally twitched and wriggled until Mason was placed happily back into my eager arms. Throughout the whole exam, Mason had only seemed to whimper in annoyance at the torch being shone into his eyes. I hoped that was a good sign. Of course I never believed Carlisle would hurt Mason, but it went against my very nature to see him being poked and prodded, no matter how gentle.
With Mason gripping onto his daddy's fingers happily and Edwards arm comfortingly wrapped around my waist, we waited expectantly for Carlisle's verdict. Straightening up in his seat he gave us our answer. "From what I can tell Mason is perfectly healthy. His vitals are good, his reflexes are perfect, his focus is amazing. The only things that should be monitored are the durability of his skin and the pace in which he is developing. As I've said before, newborns shouldn't be able to focus in on individual movements and sounds until atleast 2 weeks old. Mason seems aware of most things going on around him. In comparison to most newborn infants in appearance, I would say Mason seems atleast a week old. If his development continues in this same pattern by the time we get home to Forks in 4 days time, he could look like a 1 month old."
Snapping my eyes to Edward's in alarm, we both shared a panicked look at the calculations going on in our minds. If what Carlisle was saying was accurate then after just one month alive, Mason would resemble a 7 month old. At the one year mark he would look around 7 years of age. At 3 years old he could look 21! At 10 years old he would look 70! ….
NO! My baby would not have such a short life. It's not possible! It couldn't be!
"Breath baby, take a few deep breaths for me. Come on everything's going to be alright. We will do some research. It's only a theory, we can keep measurements and track his development. We will work this out. That's it Bella. Breath. Shhh" In my alarm I hadn't even noticed Esme somehow holding Mason in her arms, or the fact that I was hyperventilating and squashing a croissant in my fisted hands.
Concentrating on taking slow steady breaths, I kept my eyes locked with Edwards. After a few minutes I slumped into his arms exhausted while he tried to sooth my worries. "It will be fine, we will make sure of it. His development could slow down and gradually stop all together. We don't know. All we can do now is monitor his growth and hope for the best. Carlisle can do some research to see if our case isn't as unique as we thought. For now lets just enjoy our boy as he is, happy and healthy." Nodding into his chest I nuzzled into his shirt, breathing in his scent to calm me down. We would sort something out.
After that panic filled moment the room gradually calmed back down to our usual banter. Mason was being passed around from family member to family member. He had them all wrapped around his little finger already as they cooed at him and fussed over who's turn it was next. Watching our family interacting with my boy had my mind jumping back to another worry.
Clearing my throat to get Edward's attention, I peaked up at him through my lashes worriedly. "Edward, what are we going to do about Charlie?"
At my question the room fell silent. Even Rosalie stopped making funny faces for Mason and looked back towards Carlisle in concern.
Taking my hands securely in his, Edward nervously asked the million dollar question. "Bella, do you still want to be changed?"
Blinking up at him in shock, I pulled my hands quickly out of his grasp. "Of course I want to be changed! What a ridiculous question. Don't you want me forever anymore?" I could feel the angry tears welling up in my eyes as I stared down at my hands upset.
Cool fingers under my chin lifted my face back up to meet Edwards angry stare. "If you think one lifetime with you is enough for me, you are very much mistaken. I want to spend eternity loving you and Mason and as far as I'm concerned your change couldn't come soon enough!"
Blinking back the tears, I searched for the honesty in his declaration. All I could see in those golden eyes was love and devotion. Sniffling I offered a watery smile before ducking my head in embarrassment. Instantly cool arms surrounded me, pulling me gently against his chest comfortingly.
"The only reason I ask love is because now with Mason in the picture, your desire to be changed could have lessoned. You may have wanted to have your father around more in the future and with your change that would be virtually impossible." His hands rubbed my back soothingly to take the edge off of his words. I could see where he was coming from but as I let myself be comforted in his arms, my mind ran over other possibilities.
Leaning back into my seat, I kept Edwards hand in mine while I turned to Carlisle and the others. "I know what I am about to suggest will sound ridiculous but please hear me out." Looking at me in confusion they all slowly nodded their heads in confirmation. "What if we let my dad see Mason on a regular basis and let him come to his own conclusions about what is going on?"
I could tell by the looks of shock on their faces that their decisions were most likely not in favour of my plan, so I hastened to explain myself.
"Just listen please. I know my dad better than anyone else does. I know he likes to know as little as possible about things that confuse his logic. I've seen his confusion to your families way of life and also seen his 'I'd rather not know' attitude. As far as he's concerned as long as you don't hurt me and he stills gets to see me, then he doesn't want to know what's going on with you. Maybe this could work in our favour towards Mason?" Pleading with my eyes, I squeezed Edwards hands tighter in my own. "I knew what I was getting myself into by being with you all but that was before Mason was involved. It breaks my heart to think that my dad would never meet his gorgeous grandson. We could explain to him that telling him the truth behind our lives could put us all in danger and mean we would have to move away for good. If he hears that, he won't want to know aslong as I'm still in his life. Surely if he doesn't know, it's not breaking any of the rules?"
I was leaning forward by the end of my speech, watching Mason gurgling happily in Rosalie's arms. The thought of never seeing my dad holding Mason close was too heartbreaking to imagine.
I wasn't sure how long we sat there in silence thinking over my plan, but Carlisle's heavy sigh signalled he'd come to his conclusion. With my heart racing and my palms sweating, I waited for his verdict.
"I think we can consider your suggestion Bella, but for now I suggest we see how the rest of this week pans out before we make any decisions. On Friday we will board our plane back to Forks and at home we will make our decision. Letting Charlie be involved in our lives is a very dangerous idea but if I was in his position, I would like to be allowed to see my grandson, whatever the cost." Sinking into my seat in relief, I smiled widely at my family to show them how happy this outcome made me.
Kissing the top of my head, Edward pulled me tighter into his side as everyone started to relax again.
"Okay, enough with the heavy stuff! Pass me my nephew he needs some Uncle Emmett time!" Giggling at Emmett's boisterous movements, I watched as Rosalie gently placed Mason into Emmett's waiting arms.
"Heyyy little dude. God you really do look like your dad. Poor boy.. Ouch Rosie I was joking!" Cringing away from Rosalie, he scooted further down the sofa blowing raspberries at Mason.
"I like your clothes dude, what does this say... 'Mummy's alarm clock'.. I like it! Do you beep like an alarm little dude.. huh.. you're going really red in the face. What's going on? Are you okay? CARLISLE HE'S GOING REALLY RED IN THE...ewwwww! What the hell! Not cool!" Jumping up from his seat, he quickly handed Mason over to a hysterical Edward before sprinting out of the front door.
Freaking out, I leant over to get a better look at my boy. Nothing seemed to be wrong with him apart from the little whimpers leaving his mouth as he was jiggled around in his daddy's shaking arms.
"What's going on Edward? Is he okay?" Running my fingers though his messy bronze hair, I scanned his features for any signs of pain.
Still laughing, Edward chuckled out his reply. "N-nothing's wrong love. Mason's just d-decided his nappy needs changing."
Sighing in relief, I finally noticed the distinctive aroma permeating the room. Realising what had just happened, I joined the others in their laughter. Mason had pood on Uncle Emmett!
Leaning over I kissed Mason's little nose while giggling out my words. "G-g-good boy baby. I'm s-s-so proud of you!"
His little eyes focused on my amused face and as if in reaction a little grin appeared on his face.
"LOOK! He's smiling! Everyone he's.." before I could finish my sentence a little parp reached my ears.
Instantly the grin vanished from his face. He had gas.
Of course the laughter picked up again at the embarrassed blush covering my face. Edward was shaking with laughter so strongly, I was surprised Mason wasn't getting motion sickness.
"Oh priceless! Well done little man. You've made daddy so proud!" Glaring at his shaking body, I watched as he placed the changing mat on the floor ready to change Mason's nappy.
Pouting, I reached for my forgotten croissant and began nibbling on it while muttering out my annoyance. "Stupid easily amused husband. I hope he wees on you. Teach you to be so cute!"
Finishing off my croissant, I looked around at my amused family and had to smile at how happy everyone looked. I suppose it was kind of funny...
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