Disclaimer: The story doesn't belong to me; the characters are property of S. Meyer and the plot belongs to Ann Arston Ara. I just translate with her permission.

My son's teacher

By: Ann Arston Ara

Translation: ClaryFlynn98

Beta: Ritchee the fangirl

Chapter 18: Maybe I am sorry

— I need to talk to my son — said Edward when Esme opened the door that day.

— I'm glad to see you too — mused Esme, rolling her eyes, drawing him into the beautiful house in which Edward had grown up most of his life. — Anthony's not here. He and Rosalie went out in the morning and haven't come back yet — she said sitting opposite her son, who sat with her and took her hand and squeezed it lovingly. — I am angry with you Edward — Esme said without looking at him, who answered:

— And you're not the only one.

— What happened? — she asked looking intently at that beautiful boy whom she had met when he was thirteen and had his life destroyed by an alcoholic woman, who had lost her life in a careless accident.

She didn't judge Elizabeth, but neither did she justify it. She had two beautiful children and a husband who loved her, but it hadn't been enough for her. Edward sighed and lay down on the couch and then took his face in his hands in frustration.

— I'm a bad father — Esme put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it as a sign of support, then said harshly but sincerely. She always was sincere.

— Do you know you' re what you say you are, Edward? We don't come with a parenting handbook. Babies don't come with a parenting magazine or a manual that tells us where to push like a doll. They are human beings who feel — Edward looked up at his mother, the woman who had always been there for him when he needed her.

— You didn't... You didn't want to be a mother once?

Esme smiled ran her fingers through the hair of her son who was bent over as she said:

— I'm the mother of two beautiful children and a bear who insists on calling me Mom, and not that I mind, because I tell you I'm proud of all of you, Edward, and maybe you might be the one who gives me the most headaches —Edward smiled and she continued. — Answering your question… Yes. That was once my dream, but things didn't turn out that way.

Edward nodded and then asked nervously:

— How do I tell Anthony that I'm sorry?

— Don't tell him. Prove it to him.

Anthony went downstairs and heard a noise in his father's office. He frowned strangely and sneaked up, as he didn't want anyone to see him. The door was slightly open, so he approached slowly. He peered in and discovered his father searching his own office. He was stirring everything up and every now and then you could hear something like "Where the hell is it!?".

Anthony opened the door quietly while Edward was bent over his desk.

— Are you looking for something? — he asked curiously at last. Edward was surprised to hear his son's voice. So surprised was he that he hit his head on the desk and fell on his ass. He heard his son's laughter, who quickly became silent when he was discovered and ignored his gaze.

Edward sighed in frustration. He knew this was the right time to apologize, but there was a big problem: he didn't know how to do it, he had no idea how to approach his son and that was another sign that he was a very bad father.

— Looking for something? — Anthony asked again, looking at him carefully.

The office that was always neat and tidy now looked like a hurricane had passed, although his father could easily be called a hurricane because of his destruction. Edward stood up and responded without enough courage to see his son.

— In fact, I need to find a very important document that I lost. Did you come into my office? — Anthony frowned and denied, as he turned to leave the office.

He wasn't interested in the document. He wasn't interested in his father since he had never been interested in him. He didn't have to worry.

— It's a blue invitation with your name on it — said Edward, drawing the attention of his son, who turned to see Edward standing behind his desk.

— Miss Swan came to my office today and threw this in my face and then kicked me in the shin very nicely — he explained, taking out an invitation just like the one he had left on his desk to show to his son. — Why didn't you give it to me personally? — Anthony opened his eyes and then frowned again. — You're going to wrinkle like a raisin if you go on like this — said Edward, approaching his son and passing a hand between his eyebrows. Anthony blushed, and his father turned his hair before walking away from him and saying — I didn't see that invitation and I'm sorry. I'm sorry I missed your first musical.

Anthony nodded and shrugged his shoulders and then hurried out of his father's office. His father had apologized to him. He had said sorry and that was new and strange.

— Hey Bella! — Jacob called Bella, who was walking towards her salon. She stopped her walk as soon as she heard him and forced herself to smile, even though she didn't feel like it.

— How are you Jake? — asked Bella when he reached her side. Jacob smiled openly and took the books from her hands in a gentlemanly manner.

— Good. Actually, I wanted to ask you something — Bella frowned and paid attention as she nodded, unsure of what Jake would ask. — Do you want to go out with me? — he asked, causing Bella to recoil in shock at the direct way he asked her. Jacob scratched his neck nervously and then when Bella was about to speak, he interrupted her. — We could go and watch a movie…

Bella sighed and replied:

— I don't think it's a very good idea, Jacob.

— I don't... I don't understand — stuttered Jacob, stopping in front of the music room which was already occupied by the students. Bella bit her lower lip nervously and responded hesitantly.

— Listen, I don't think it's a good idea. You and I work together and I'm not ready for a relationship right now, Jake. I like you, I really do, but...

— I'm not asking you for anything, Bella. It can be like friends, we can watch a movie or take a walk in a park or go to a museum — Jacob interrupted Bella, who sighed and said nervously:

— You're not going to give up, right? — Jacob frantically denied. Bella smiled and sighed, thinking that maybe it wouldn't hurt her to go out with a friend. She wasn't betraying Alec. She was just trying to live, and she needed it. She needed to try to live.

— Okay.

Jacob smiled openly and said while handing her the books:

— You won't regret it. I promise.

Bella nodded unconvincingly at what she had just done, and Jacob took a step wanting to kiss her cheek, but Bella backed off, making him give up for now. When Bella turned around, she noticed Anthony, who was behind her with his arms crossed and frowning, wanting to look like an adult.

— You're going out with him?

Bella smiled and ruffled his hair, but Anthony walked away from her touch even with a scowl.

— Answer — he said in a low voice. Bella frowned and answered.

— Well, yes, but I don't even know when.

Anthony surprised Bella and turned around without saying anything else. When the class was over, he stayed in his seat without looking at her. That made her frown and approach him to sit next to him.

— Is there something you want to tell me? — he asked cautiously. Anthony sighed and asked without looking at her:

— Is it... is it true that you went to Dad's office and kicked him in the shins?

Bella got up, went to the piano, and played some keys in sync. Anthony quickly followed her and when he sat down next to her Bella murmured:

— So, he told you… — Anthony nodded and looked at Bella as he played the same tune as her at first.

— And he also apologized to me — she looked up with her eyes like saucerswhen Anthony said that and watched him for a long time. — He said… — Anthony started without looking at Bella — he said, "I'm sorry I missed your first musical".

— And what do you think? —asked Bella without stopping looking at Anthony, who looked at her with a gleam in his eyes that she couldn't decipher.

— That maybe he is sorry

Bella arrived at her apartment. That day she had been so lost in thought that she could only react when she accidentally stepped on a bouquet of white roses in the doorway. She bent down and picked them up, looking around and wondering who messed up the address.

"I know I made a mistake and I'm sorry, how about we talk about it at the science fair on Wednesday? Anthony sent me an email and I plan to attend to try to make up for my mistake. White roses are a symbol of peace. Shall we have peace, Miss Swan? Answer me on Wednesday.

Until then.

Edward Cullen."

Bella didn't know why she smiled when she read the card and entered her apartment without losing her smile, without noticing the blond man who was watching her hungrily.

Edward looked at his watch for... he had already lost count of how many times he had seen it. He was nervous. He didn't want Bella to return the flowers as she surely would, and he didn't blame her for that. He smiled because the thought of his son's teacher made him smile and feel foolish.

— Edward? — Eleonora caught his attention, bringing him back to reality. — You have a call on line three from a flower shop, they say it's important.

Edward picked up the phone and answered.

— Francesco, I've been waiting for your call.

— Mr. Cullen, the delivery has been made but the ragazza was not in her apartment— said the owner of The Rose of Love, a flower shop that Edward knew thanks to Emmett, who, when he had to find a way to make his Barbie happy, did it with flowers.

Edward sighed and nodded as if the man could see him, but then he said:

— Don't stop sending them and charge it to my account of course.

The man said goodbye effusively to Edward who hung up and went back to work.

Eleonora also hung up the phone. She had heard the whole conversation and that wasn't good. What was Edward doing sending that woman flowers?

She got up from her seat ready to claim him but, before opening the door of his office, she stopped. The sanity or the little patience she had left came back to her and made her turn, she sat down in front of her computer and took her cell phone, dialing the number.

She waited for an answer from the other side and said, convinced of what she was doing:

— Kill her, I want her dead by morning — she didn't wait for an answer, didn't need it. She put her phone in her purse and smiled as she made turns on the accounts of English software companies.

Oh oh… Eleonora is living up to her nickname: "Miss Destruction". What's going to happen next? At least, Edward is trying his best with Anthony.

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