Outtakes and futuretakes will be posted in no chronological order.

"Stupid cars and your stupid drivers. This is not a loading and unloading zone! I have a kid to pick up!"

I sighed and rested my head on the steering wheel. I wish I could roll the windows down and really let the idiots in front of me hear that but I knew that wasn't a good idea. I was driving Edward's Aston – the only car the paps didn't know he owned – en route to Matt's school so getting my cover blown was not an option.

It was my turn to pick him up (or at least according to Edward, anyway) and I originally wanted to do that on my Harley but after protests from my husband about safety, he just tossed me the keys to his car.

I looked at my watch and scratched my head in frustration. I was going to be late if the freakin' woman in front of me couldn't grasp that you aren't supposed to drop people off then wait for them to get back in after dashing to the grocery store. And I don't just mean late in picking up my son.

New Moon went on hiatus after Matt was born for a couple of years so we can focus on our families and such but as soon as he began to attend kindergarten, Rosalie declared that it was time to get back on the scene and to do that, we needed some new material.

Everyone else was waiting back at the studio for me to return so we can get back to recording shit for the new album but that clearly wasn't happening any time soon.

After what seemed like a thousand lifetimes, I was finally moving forward. Matt's school was in the same neighborhood where we lived so it took me a while to get there and once I eventually did, I had to find a good parking spot before getting out and picking up my son.

"Mama!" I heard my favorite little man before I saw him.

"Hey buddy," I got on one knee and intercepted his hug. "You ready to go?"

"We can't go yet, mama," he giggled, pulling away. "You still gotsta go knitting,"

"Knitting?" I repeated. "What knitting?"

"The one with Miss Angela and the rest of the mommies and daddies,"

I had to think for a second. "You mean a meeting?"

"That's what I said,"

I chuckled, ruffling his messy brown hair. The color was the only thing we had in common. Like Edward's, it was standing all over the place especially since it looked like he spent the better part of the afternoon running around and playing tag.

"Does daddy know about the meeting?" I asked as he pulled me by the hand towards the inside of the school building.

"Yup," Matt nodded enthusiastically. "Miss Angela gived him a letter last time,"

They issued letters and Edward didn't tell me? Why wouldn't he even – oh. Oh. I saw what he was trying to do. He didn't want to attend so got me to pick up Matt without telling me about the meeting knowing full well that I wouldn't want to go either. Now that I'm here, I'd have no choice but to go. Why that little…

My fuming was interrupted by my eager five year old who pointed out Miss Angela, his teacher, as we neared a classroom.

"Mrs. Cullen. So glad you could attend," she smiled at me and held out her hand. I grinned back and shook it.

"Yeah, I wasn't aware there was going to be a meeting, though,"

"Didn't Mr. Cullen inform you? We gave out memos yesterday. Oh well. Sometimes people tend to forget things. What's important is that you're here now,"

People tend to forget things. Yeah, right.

I signed the attendance sheet at the teacher's table and let Matt lead me to a seat somewhere in the back row. I was glad there weren't any more seats in the front of the room. I wasn't in the mood for this shit and the last thing I needed was to look attentive.

"Mama, can you help me tie my shoe?"

"Sure, buddy. Prop it up on the chair,"

A small Converse covered foot lifted onto the wood and I quickly got to work on fixing the loosened laces. Matt was still learning how to tie on his own so it was quicker if I did it myself.

As he set both feet on the ground, I couldn't help but appreciate how badass my kid looked. He had a Metallica shirt on, a nice pair of jeans, black Converse sneakers (of course) and on his left wrist was the cuff with the Cullen family crest Carlisle gave him on his last birthday.

I may be a little biased but he was definitely the coolest looking kid in the entire class.

What really made him handsome, however, was how much he looked like his father. It was almost scary how alike they were and I'm not just talking about the physical aspects. Outside, he was just like Edward and on the inside, even more so. He liked to run his hand through his hair when he's frustrated and he definitely has a way of charming people (myself included) to get out of trouble.

"Do you know what this meeting's about?" I asked as more parents came pouring in, some with their kids and some without. Matt just shrugged.

As soon as everyone settled down, Miss Angela got the ball rolling on class projects and unconsciously, my slipping consciousness.

I tried to pay attention, I really did, but the whole thing was just so…pointless! Utterly insignificant. Some of the parents down front were so zealous they wanted to discuss all the little details. I think they spent about forty-five minutes on the pros and cons of having the annual play to be The Wizard of Oz.

I mean, come on, people. It's a play, not the freakin' United Nations World Summit.

"Mama," Matt's soft voice and his little hand tugging at my shirt interrupted my internal grumbling and fight to keep from falling asleep.

"What is it, sweetie?"

"Mama, I'm bored,"

Me too, buddy. Me too.

I looked over to him and almost laughed at how adorably Edward he looked. His expression was the very same one on his father's face while enduring yet another interview after having gone through hundreds prior on the same day.

I didn't miss his sincerity though. Matt rarely complained (yet another Edward trait) so if he tells you he's bored, it means he really is extremely, supremely, incredibly bored out of his little five year old wits.

Everyone else in the room seemed distracted enough so I dug into my pocket and pulled out my iPhone and earphones. Matt's face lightened up considerably as I handed him both and he immediately popped the buds into his ears. After going through my playlists, I found the one titled 'Matt' and pressed play. That ought to keep him awake.

Growing up with both parents as musicians, it was no surprise that Matt was born with a sense of rhythm and an appreciation for decent songs. While he was into bands like Linkin Park, he was also a fan of Debussy's and Beethoven's works. That resulted to an eclectic playlist that featured the three.

Course I had to filter which songs he listened to. Some of Linkin Park's songs weren't exactly family friendly so I ended up not including a couple of tracks from the Minutes to Midnight album.

As New Divide began to play, I noticed how very obvious the white earphones were. Covering them was never really a problem for me since I had a curtain of hair that could disguise it. Clearly, my son's locks didn't reach that far so I had to think of some other way to achieve the same effect.

I suddenly remembered the beanie I was wearing (Edward's) and quickly yanked it off my head and onto Matt's. After a few adjustments, the earphones weren't as apparent anymore.

"…right, Mrs. Cullen?"

I jumped a little at the mention of my name and quickly reverted my attention back to the meeting. One lady was standing up, hands on her hips, as she looked at me expectantly.

"Er, sorry, what was that?"

"The music program. Don't you agree that it would be a good idea if the school provided a music appreciation subject for the children? "

I shrugged. "Sure. Music has been proven time and time again to be helpful in the learning process and develops a deeper sense of cultural appreciation. Maybe it would even be better if an actual music class would be implemented. You know, teach the kids how to play instruments and what not…?"

Yeah, I'll admit my suggestion was helpful but I immediately regretted it when it started another lengthy discussion amongst the others. I was starving and I'm pretty sure Matt was too. Edward was right when he said he inherited my appetite.

We were finally released from purgatory two hours later. I took a deep breath of the fresh air outside and waited for Matt to say goodbye to his friends before we walked hand in hand to the car.

"Where's daddy?" he asked as I helped him in.

"He's in the studio with your Uncle Emmett and Jasper. Aunt Alice and Rose are there, too," I told him. "We're going to them right now,"

"Is Bryce gonna be there too?"

"Yeah, I bet he's already there waiting for you,"

Having been born barely a year apart, Bryce and Matt were the best of friends. They both shared the same love for Transformers and hot chocolate and both agreed that broccoli was the worst vegetable ever unless combined with melted cheese. Lately, they've been spending more and more time together which was inevitable considering how often Edward and I needed to work with Jasper for the new album.

"What about Vicki?"

"I don't think Vic's gonna be there, sweetie," I said as I backed out of the parking space. "Your Uncle Jake mentioned something about taking her to the zoo today,"

"Oh, okay. Good. I don't want her getting her girl cooties all over me,"

I chuckled and shook my head as we neared a McDonald's drive-thru. Victoria Leigh Swan was born on July twenty-eight a year after Matt's birthday to a very proud and happy Jake and Nessie. She was delivered a couple of weeks early and everything took a huge toll on Nessie's health but in the end, everything turned out okay. Matt loved his cousin but, like every other five year old, didn't like how she interfered with his 'boys only' time with Bryce.

"What are you hungry for, baby?" I asked as the metal box thing where you place your order came up.

"Nuggets," Matt answered immediately. "With lotsa' fries and lotsa' ice cream,"

I knew I shouldn't condone so much junk food but he and I were both starving and it would take too much time for me to whip up something healthier. Meh, I'll just make sure to include more vegetables in this week's menu or something.

We turned up in the studio parking lot a few minutes later with the Aston's leather seats covered in crumbs and some smears of soft serve. I did a half assed job of cleaning then helped Matt of off his seat.

I figured since Edward 'forgot' to tell me about the long as hell meeting, I could let him tidy up his own car.

"Daddy!" Matt took off running the minute he saw Edward seated on one of the sofas and launched himself onto his lap.

"Hey son," Edward greeted as he adjusted him so both of them were more comfortable. "Hey wife,"

"Hi husband," I leaned down and kissed him on the lips.

"Mm, you taste like chicken," he chuckled. "And…is that vanilla ice cream?"

"Mama and me went to McDonald's!" Matt tugged on his father's collar as he explained. "We had to eat at the car though 'cause mama said we were late,"

The look on Edward's face as he slowly turned to me was a hilarious mixture of wanting to scold me yet still keeping a calm façade for our son.

"You ate in the Aston?" he asked. "Bella, I thought I asked you not to make a mess of that car,"

"Sorry. Forgot," I shrugged unapologetically. "You know, like how you forgot to tell me about a certain meeting this afternoon?"

That definitely shut him up. Instead of replying, he turned back to Matt. "Why don't you go play with Bryce in the other room, buddy. He said he wanted to show you his new Optimus Prime action figure,"

"Okay," Matt agreed easily and jumped off his lap before charging through the nearby door.

The minute he was out of earshot, I looked back at my husband. "Well?"

"I…ah…about that…" he smiled and got up. "Matt's teacher may have given me a letter yesterday,"

"And you didn't tell me about that why?"

"Because you wouldn't have gone,"

I knew it. "I shouldn't have had to! Edward, more than half my parts haven't even been fixed yet and there's still the sound – "

I was interrupted by his warm lips suddenly pressing to mine and arms wrapping around me. My own snaked around his neck and held pulled our forms even closer. It really didn't take long for our little make out session to start involving some tongue…then falling to the couch…then inappropriate touching…

I guess it was a good thing we were startled by the book our legs accidentally kicked to the ground because for sure, if there had been no interruption, our clothes would've been splayed on the ground in mere seconds.

"Edward?" I whispered a little breathlessly as our foreheads rested on each other.

"Yeah?"

"You're cleaning your own car,"

Maraming salamat/thank you/danke schon to whoever nominated When in Doubt for the top ten completed fics of September. I didn't even know such a competition existed *very ignorant*

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