So, Edward needs to develop a nice relationship with Bella, so here is the chapter to do exactly that!
Enjoy!
A few days later
Esme PoV
Bella fell asleep whilst watching Snow White at about 7 o'clock last night and I didn't want to move her so I let her head rest in my lap and Carlisle had covered her with a fleece blanket.
At about 6.30 she stretched and rolled over. I stopped her from rolling off the couch which woke her up. "Sorry honey," I said, lifting her up and sat her across my lap. She rubbed her eyes and yawned.
"Morning," she said, as I shifted her so she was more comfortable.
"Good morning, sweetie," I said, tucking some hair behind her ear. Right on cue, as normal, Bella's stomach rumbled. She blushed slightly and I chuckled, lifting my youngest daughter and took her through to the kitchen. I sat her at the table on her booster seat and went over to the cupboards to grab some cheerios for her. She ate them quickly and then I took her upstairs to have a wash.
Jasper and Emmett had gone hunting and the girls wanted to take me on a shopping trip to get Christmas presents, especially for Bella, so Bella couldn't come, obviously. Edward had agreed to look after Bella, as Carlisle was at work. I walked into the living room. Bella was sitting on the floor, watching Edward, who was reading a book. He wasn't reading it out loud, so I found it strange that my 4-year old daughter was watching him. Edward had noticed but was still reading his book. Rosalie and Alice danced down the stairs. Bella looked round and beamed at Rosalie.
"Hi honey," Rosalie said, walking round the couch and lifting Bella up.
"Hello Rosawie," she said, hugging her round the neck.
"Are you ready to go?" I asked Rosalie and Alice.
"Yup," Alice said, beaming. Rosalie nodded, and stood Bella on the couch. She held Bella's hands to stop her from falling off.
"Where are you going?" Bella asked, sadly.
"We are going shopping today, but we will be back before you go to bed, okay?"
She nodded. "Who is staying wiv me?" she asked, looking at me.
"Edward will today," Rosalie said, giving Edward a warning look.
"But...but he doesn't like me," she whispered. Edward looked up, but didn't glare.
"Of course he does!" I said lifting her off and over the back of the couch. I stood her on the floor and knelt down in front of her. "We need to go now, but we will be back later. Tell Edward when you're hungry and do as he asks. You'll have fun, I promise," I said, kissing her on the nose. She nodded.
"Edward we're leaving now," I told my son.
"See you later Bella!" Alice said, waving. Bella waved and we left. I felt bad for leaving her, and I didn't want to leave her, but I did want to buy her Christmas presents and Alice and Rosalie both wanted me to come.
Edward PoV
They left and Bella turned around to look at me from around the couch. I put my book down on the table and looked at her. She was pretty, and I felt bad for scaring her the other day. Hopefully today I could make up for it. I could hopefully also make her feel like I like her. I do. "What do you want to do today, Bella?" I asked her. She didn't reply and looked straight back at me, although her gaze was curious, rather than a glare. She also looked quite worried. I smiled at her, hopefully. I decided to give her a choice of what we could do. "We could go to the park, to the zoo, we could go on a walk, or stay here and watch a film or play a game?" She still didn't reply! Damn this child was shy.
Then I realized something. I couldn't read her thoughts! Hm...I wonder what she's thinking. "Bella what are you thinking about right now?" I asked. She watched me but, again, didn't say anything. Is this child mute? I got up and walked over to her. She watched me, but didn't move. "Come on. Will you talk to me?" I asked her, sitting on the couch beside her. She continued to look at me, but finally nodded. Success! "Okay, I'm sorry for scaring you the other day. I was being moody because," I quickly thought of a reason, anything to try and lighten the mood, "Emmett beat me at wrestling. Can you beat him?" She giggled and nodded. Yess, I made her laugh! Well that was a bonus! "Do you think you can beat me?" I asked her. She bit her lip, and shrugged. "Want to try?" she asked. She bit her lip again. I waited patiently, but finally, she nodded.
"Come on." I knelt down in front of her. "Gimmie your best," I said. She giggled and ran at me. When she reached me she pushed against my chest, she couldn't reach much higher. I fell backwards, pretending she had really pushed me over. She fell so she was lying against my chest and laughed, before pushing herself up and sitting on top of me, keeping her hands against my shoulders. I struggled, ever so slightly, but only enough so she wiggled about on top of me.
I grabbed her ankles and pulled them upwards, so she fell back, laughing. I realized that she really was tiny. I stood up, still holding her little ankles. She giggled and put her hands on the floor below her. As she was upside-down, all the blood was rushing to her head, so I lay her on the couch while she caught her breath from laughing. When she had caught her breath, she sat up and began to move towards me to get revenge, so I lifted her up in my arms and tickled her. She screamed and kicked and laughed uncontrollably, and when I stopped for a few seconds so she could get her breath back she reached up to grab her arms around my neck, but I ticked her again. I dropped her on the couch, and she got straight back up again and ran after me. I jogged into the kitchen and waited for her to run after me. She skidded round the corner, and I caught her when she started to fall. She tried to grab at me, but I dodged out her way and ran up the stairs. I turned around at the top, grinning, and saw her reach the bottom of the stairs. She looked up at me, a little out of breath and began to climb the stairs. She got up each step on all fours and when she finally reached the top, she jumped towards me. Before she fell, I scooped her up and ran upstairs to my room. I placed her on my couch and tickled her for a few seconds before she gave in.
"Okay," she said, breathlessly, "you win!"
I kept my hands round her waist, pretending to think about what she had said.
She struggled to get up so I sat her up on the couch. She breathed in deeply and looked around.
"Is this your room?" she asked, sliding off the couch.
"Yes," I said, staying seated on the couch.
"Where's your bed?" she asked, looking back at me.
"Don't you remember what Carlisle told you the other day? We don't sleep," I told her.
"Oh," she said, looking back around the room.
"So, what do you want to do?" I asked her, leaning forward so my chin was resting on my hands, and my elbows were on my knees.
She shrugged. "What's that?" she asked, pointing at my large music player. Admittedly, it didn't look much like a music player; it was big and looked a bit like a TV without a screen.
"It's a stereo," I told her, standing up and walking towards it. I picked up a CD that I thought she may like and popped it into the CD tray. I flicked through the tracks and found the one I wanted.
The gentle music of Clair de Lune started playing. She stood still and listened. She looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back.
When the tune came to the end, I stopped the stereo and turned it off.
"I like that," she said, smiling.
I looked at the time, it was 11 o'clock, so she shouldn't be hungry yet.
I carried Bella back downstairs and sat her in front of the TV and let her watch some children's TV on the Disney channel for a while. When the second TV program had ended, she came skipping through to the kitchen.
"Edwad, I'm hungry," she said, standing in the doorway.
"Well, what do you want to eat?" I asked her.
She shrugged.
"Come Bella, you need to make some decisions yourself!" I said, opening the fridge. Esme had stocked it so it was fit to bursting!
"We can make chips and chicken nuggets. Or, fish fingers. Pizza, sandwiches, sausages, pie... What do you want?" I asked, looking round at her. I didn't see her straight away, but when I looked straight down she was standing right beside me!
"Nuggets and chips please," she said, looking up at me.
"Mum said that you had to have peas, broccoli or sweetcorn. Which do you want?" I asked.
She scrunched up her nose. "Do you like any of them?"
She nodded but said, "But, I don't want any."
She stuck her bottom lip out, looking directly up at me. I sighed. "Come on, pick one of them, you don't need to have many."
She sighed and bit her bottom lip. "Peas."
I nodded and grabbed the nuggets, chips and peas.
"Can I help?" she asked.
"Um...alright," I answered, dragging a chair over to the kitchen counter. She clambered up onto it and I placed a tray and the nuggets and chips in front of her. I opened the packets and told her to put the amount she wanted onto the tray.
I turned the cooker on so it could warm up and put the peas in a microwavable bowl. I looked over to Bella and saw chips all over the kitchen counter. She was still attempting to pour some out onto the tray, which only had about 4 chips on it. I stepped over to her.
"Here," I said, putting the chips that covered the counter onto the tray and taking the bag off her. I gave her 4 chicken nuggets and she put them on the tray too. After putting everything back in the fridge, I placed the tray in the cooker and lifted Bella off the chair.
I passed her a plastic plate and a plastic knife and fork and she went to put them on the table. I set the cooker and microwave timer.
A few minutes later I pulled them all out the cooker and microwave and placed the food on her plate. She climbed onto her seat and started eating her lunch.
"Do you want some?" she asked, looking at me sitting at the table without a plate.
"No, Bella, we don't eat the same things as you. But thank you."
"Don you lik nugguts?" she asked with her mouth full.
"Hey, no eating with your mouth full squirt," I said, grabbing a tissue from the kitchen tissue roll and passing it to her to wipe her mouth. "And, no, I don't like nuggets."
"But, everyone likes nuggets!" she said after swallowing.
I shook my head, "I don't." I grinned.
She had finished her chips and nuggets, and then tried to hide her peas under her knife and fork. I raised my eye brows.
"Finish your peas," I said, chuckling. She groaned.
"I don't want any peas," she moaned.
"Come on, Bella, please?" I asked, picking up her fork and piling some peas onto it.
She shut her mouth. I made a train noise and moved it closer and closer to her mouth. She laughed and when her mouth opened I slipped the fork into her mouth. She scowled at me, but didn't chew.
"Don't you dare spit them out," I said, laughing at her expression. She chewed slowly as I put more peas on the fork. She swallowed and I made my best puppy dog face. It made her laugh again, but she just opened her mouth and ate them.
When she had finished, I took her plates over to the sink. "Are you going to wash them in the bubbles?" she asked, skipping over.
"Yup," I said, putting some warm water in the sink.
"Can I do it? I like the bubbles," she said, blushing slightly.
"Sure." I reached over and pulled a chair over again. I lifted her onto it, and she mainly played with the bubbles, so I helped her clean the plate and cutlery, before lifting her down again. It was 1 o'clock.
"Do you want to go for a walk?" I asked her, looking out the window. It had just begun to snow. I would need to find her the coat the guys bought her and gloves, scarf and hat too!
She looked out the window and beamed. "It's snowing! Can we go out and play in it?"
"Yeah okay," I said, grinning.
She ran to the door. "Hold on a minute Bella. You need to put your coat on."
I pulled her over to the cupboard under the stairs and helped her put her pink coat on, her pink gloves, purple hat and purple scarf. She grinned and ran to the door, trying to reach the door knob. She couldn't.
I unlocked the door and let her run out. There wasn't much snow on the ground, but there was snow falling from the sky.
I followed her over to the thickest layer of snow on the ground. She bent down and tried to pick up a handful of snow. She turned around and threw it at me. It just fell short. I picked up a handful of snow, and threw it gently at her. It hit her arm and she giggled, as she tried to dodge it.
She picked up some more snow and got closer and threw it at me. It hit my knee. She giggled and ran.
I was pleased Bella liked me and was having fun. She was a sweet little girl.
"Edwad, can we make a snowman?" she asked, bringing me out of my thoughts.
I looked around; there wasn't much snow on the ground.
"How about we let it snow a bit longer and then we can?" I asked, bending down and brushing snow off her shoulder and arm.
She looked a little disappointed but nodded, "Okay."
We went inside and I read her some of a book and taught her how to read some of it. She was quite good, but she had never really read anything before.
She kept running to the window to see how much snow was on the ground. It continued to snow all afternoon.
How did you like it? I don't know when I will next be able to update, but year 10 means I get buckets of homework! But I'll try to as soon as possible!
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