The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: #12
Pen Name: RockRaven244
Pairing/Character(s): Edward/Bella
Rating: M - Language
Word Count: 500

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Hurry ... doesn't this train move any faster?

I can't stop bouncing my leg or pulling on my hair. I'm going to be fucking bald by the time the train stops.

Shit, shit, shit.

Of course, this would happen when I'm way the fuck across town, but Alice absolutely needed me in Brooklyn today while my wife was at home two days past her due date.

Not that what Alice needed wasn't important ... it was. It's just ... damn, Bella needs me and I'm not there.

If I miss ...

No. Not even going there, I'll make it.

My phone beeps.

Just arrived. Are you almost here?

Damn it.

Be there soon. I love you.

Another beep; delivery failure. I can't stop the frustrated growl that escapes.

"Excuse me," a frail voice calls from beside me.

I sit up and look over at the woman. She looks to be about seventy with bright blue eyes and a kind smile.

"Is everything okay? It looks like your about ready to pull your hair out."

I chuckle, but it's strained.

"My wife is in labor. She's at the hospital and I'm not with her because my sister threw a tantrum when I tried to tell her I couldn't make it to a city planning meeting. If I miss the birth of my first child, I'll never forgive her."

The woman's eyes are wide and I immediately feel bad.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to unload on you, I'm just really stressed at the moment. I don't want my wife to be alone; I don't want to miss it."

Her hand on my arm soothes me.

"It's all right," she laughs. "You remind me of my husband. He missed the birth of our second child. He was a delivery driver and there was an accident on the freeway," she laughs. "So there he was cursing every driver on the road that day, angry that he couldn't just leave his truck in the middle of the freeway, while I was at the hospital cursing him for choosing to be a delivery driver.

"He showed up three hours later with balloons, flowers and cheesecake apologizing for having a delivery route that put him on the road during peak traffic hours."

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Where is your husband now?"

"Golfing. Can you believe it? He goes from rush hour driving to playing a game where hitting a tiny little ball takes eight hours!"

I laugh even louder at that.

The train stops and I look up, 77th Street.

I look back at the woman, surprised.

"Time always flies when you're distracted. Now, get to your wife!"

I lean over and kiss her cheek, "thank you."

She blushes and waves her hand at me.

I pull out my business card and hand it to her, "if you ever need someone to distract you ..."

"You're a sweet boy."

"Goodbye," I smile and wave, stepping off of the train and running up the stairs, anxious to meet my son.

a/n: I'm not familiar with the subway system. I only know that Lennox Hill Hospital is accessible from the 77th Street station. Sorry if I messed this up terribly.