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 20: The first piano class

Bella turned on her stomach trying to sleep without success. She sighed and looked at her watch. She had tried to rest that Saturday, but it was 7:30 in the morning and she couldn't stay in her bed any longer even if she was comfortable.

A knock on the door distracted her from her lazy thoughts, so, reluctantly, she got out of bed without bothering to take her robe to cover her pajamas, which consisted of a small short and a transparent blouse with which she usually showed her breasts, as it was uncomfortable for her to sleep in a bra. The knocking became more frequent, so she rolled her eyes, it was probably Alice, so she screamed before reaching the door.

— I'm coming, I'm coming! — she opened without looking at who it was.

— Bella, I… — Bella opened her eyes like saucers and screamed before closing the door almost on Edward's face. What was he doing there at this hour on a Saturday? How did he know where she lived?

— What are you doing here, Mr. Cullen? — she grunted through the door.

— This is stupid, why don't you open the door and we can talk like two normal people? — Edward asked from the other side of the door. That morning, when he woke up, he didn't imagine that he would find his son's teacher, half-naked, opening the door to her apartment and looking like an angel from heaven.

— I'm in my pyjamas — said Bella, still with the door closed, blushing.

— Yes, I know — whispered Edward in a strangled voice, and then continued. — Go change and… I'll… I'll wait here.

Bella nodded as if Edward could see her but then remembered he couldn't, so she replied:

— Okay.

— Okay — Edward confirmed as he leaned his forehead against the door of Bella's apartment, and she turned on her feet so quickly that she nearly fell over. She swore quietly before running to her room to find something presentable to wear on a Saturday morning.

Bella opened the door and frowned at Edward saying:

— Now, are you going to tell me what you're doing here? — Edward snorted and invited himself in. Bella's apartment was delicate and tidy even though she didn't spend the whole week there.

There were pictures of the girls he remembered as the twins and there were pictures of Bella and Alec, there were only two of them, but they both looked happy.

— Are you ever going to stop addressing me so formally? (1) — Edward asked without turning to Bella, who mediated every move he made.

— Why should I? — she answered nervously.

Edward turned and went over to her, but when he realized what he was doing he backed off, back to his original place. The closeness to Bella affected him, at least to him, and he wasn't going to deny that he liked his son's teacher, and a lot.

— Because we kissed, because you frequent my family, because my son adores you. Do you want me to continue?

Bella felt a knot in her throat and denied, putting her hands in the sweatshirt she had on.

— I'm here because I want to know if you were serious about the private piano lessons — Edward started but Bella interrupted him:

— I wouldn't let anyone else teach Anthony, Edward, and I'm sorry if I'm sounding selfish.

— It's not selfish — said Edward looking back at the apartment again. — Nice apartment — he muttered, focusing his gaze on Bella, who blushed and nodded before turning to the kitchen and saying:

— Coffee?

Edward followed her and answered as he saw Bella's ass again "God those jeans are so good for her" he thought.

— A coffee would be nice — Bella grimaced and turned on the coffee machine, starting her Saturday morning in an uncomfortable way.

— Why is Dad here? — Antony whispered to Bella, who saw Edward with the phone in his hand. She snorted before she went over and took the device from him.

— No cell phones in my class — Bella said with a scowl as she put the cell phone in her pocket.

Edward opened his mouth to speak but Bella raised an eyebrow. He gave up with a sigh and crossed his arms.

— Your father is going to come to every class I teach you from now on until I think it's alright — she said, answering Anthony's question aloud, who frowned and nodded unconvinced that his father would attend every class Bella gave him.

Edward sighed nervously and Bella spoke again.

— Anthony, why don't you warm up a little bit?

Anthony got up from his couch and walked over to the piano, snapping his fingers before he started playing something simple, like a lullaby Bella had taught him. Edward was delighted to see his son playing like a professional. Bella was right, her son was Mozart, Chopin, Beethoven, but above all, he was her son and he had never been so proud of him.

Bella smiled helplessly. Anthony was nervous so he had chosen an easy piece to play on the piano and Edward seemed to be seeing something magical.

Anthony was magical at the piano and Edward seemed to be enjoying it. When Anthony finished and looked up, he blushed furiously at all the attention paid to him.

— Well done honey — said Bella smiling at him. Anthony smiled as if he had just been given a prize and suddenly Edward felt out of place.

— Edward —said Bella calling his attention. Edward reacted and Bella guided him to the piano — Do you know how to play? — Edward denied it and said he saw the piano as a bomb:

— You're not kidding, are you? —Anthony giggled and sat down on the couch next to the piano to watch the show in the front row.

Bella forced Edward to sit down and got behind him, making him even more nervous if possible.

— This is not happening — said Edward aloud, swallowing thickly. Bella leaned a little more and both of them shuddered when the electricity went through them.

— Good — said Bella in his ear taking his hand — Start like this: one, two, three, one, two, three, four, five.

Edward nodded and tried making Anthony laugh at him. God, he sucked. The notes that came out could break Mozart's heart and make Beethoven come out of his grave to kick his ass and even though he knew Beethoven was deaf or was it Chopin? he didn't remember.

The only thing he knew at that moment was that the piano was not his thing but then he turned his eyes and met his son's, Anthony's eyes were shining with illusion, so he decided not to give up. He followed Bella's instructions and tried again until he got a note that didn't sound like he was running his nails through a blackboard.

— You acted very well today —said Bella as she put her things in her bag.

Edward looked at her for a moment before saying:

— I wasn't acting.

Bella frowned and looked up at Edward who seemed embarrassed.

— What are you talking about? — she asked without being able to avoid it.

— I don't know how to play the piano — Edward admitted sitting on the couch even without seeing her.

— But Anthony said that his mother could play so I gathered that you could too — whispered Bella looking at the door of the music studio. Anthony had gone to get Sue for help making some drinks.

Only then Edward looked up and said looking at Bella's eyes, her beautiful eyes:

— Anddie, she was an angel playing the piano, she tried to teach me once, but I ended up kissing her and...

— I don't think I want to know — Bella suddenly interrupted him, uncomfortable and nervous. Edward smiled warmly and continued.

— And then her mother found us.

— Anthony's maternal grandmother is alive? — Bella suddenly asked, interrupting him again.

— No, she died of sadness a year after Anddie — replied Edward, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

— No one dies of sadness — whispered Bella, touching the chain that she had worn on her chest for three years, where the two wedding rings were, hers and Alec's.

Edward noticed the gesture and stood up, approaching Bella cautiously before saying:

— No, no one dies of sadness, but Anddie's mother did. She died of an overdose of antidepressants so, technically, she died of sadness.

Bella nodded and Edward took a step closer to her, removing a rebellious lock of hair from her face that had slipped from her ponytail. He couldn't help but caress her rosy cheek, nor did he resist when his body automatically leaned closer to Bella.

— Thanks for today — Edward said in a whisper.

Bella didn't know what was happening to her, especially when she was dying to kiss Edward again. The door suddenly opened, making them both jump backward.

— I think... I think I should go — said Bella stuttering. Anthony crossed his arms and looked at them both and then asked his father:

— What did you do to Bella? — Edward was going to answer his son but at that moment Bella's phone started ringing.

She raised a hand and whispered "excuse me" before going out into the hallway to answer it. Instinctively Edward and Anthony came to the door of the studio to listen in on the conversation.

— Jake, I'm still busy right now, I'm sorry — there was silence and then Bella spoke. — How about Friday at Dodger Stadium? — and the silence reigned again. — Well... yes... okay... have a nice evening.

Bella turned, and when Edward and Anthony saw her return to the music studio they turned almost in a hurry. Edward sat down on a sofa and picked up a magazine pretending to read it and Anthony managed to get to the piano and pick up some papers while pretending to memorize some musical notes. Bella frowned and cleared her throat saying:

— I think that's enough for today... Yes, I'd better go — Anthony shrugged his shoulders and retreated to his room, saying goodbye to Bella with a hug.

Bella turned and crossed her arms telling Edward:

— I'm leaving — Edward looked up from the magazine and said:

— Okay. See you Monday?

Bella raised her eyebrows and nodded back to Edward, then took her things and turned to the door, stopping as she said:

— Oh, Edward, I forgot… The magazine is upside down.

Edward looked down at the magazine and by the time he got it up, Bella was already gone. He cursed and then smiled like a fool before going to rest.

— I'm waiting for that rat to turn up dead or disappear one of these days, and I'm starting to lose my patience, Dimitri — said Eleonora, reading a financial magazine carelessly, that although she hated them, she always sought to learn more than she already knew from them.

— I'm not going to kill her, Irina — Eleonora raised her face suddenly and stood up in front of the blond man with black eyes. She hit his face with the magazine and asked mumbling:

— What did you say?

Dimitri didn't look at her. He was entertained by a knife in his hands, so he just shrugged and muttered:

— You heard perfectly fine what I said, Irina.

— Stop calling me Irina, Dimitri, stop calling me that!

Dimitri got up and made Eleonora back up. He approached her and took her face roughly as he said:

— You can change your hair color as many times as you want, you can wear manicure, expensive clothes or potato sacks, you choose but there is something that you will never change Irina — said Dimitri letting her go and making her fall to the sofa by the sudden movement. — You can't change your origin. You will never, ever be able to do that.

He turned and turned his back to Eleonora and said:

— I'm not going to kill the girl, that would be easy. You want that idiot to fall at your feet? Don't kill her. Make him hate her.

Eleonora smiled openly and Dimitri continued.

— And one more thing Irina, don't ever hit me again — he turned and threw the knife he had in his hands, plunging into the side of Eleonora's face who didn't even flinch when it hit the sofa. — I hate being hit by a woman.

1 Are you ever going to stop addressing me so formally: As I said in the previous chapter, in Spanish we have two ways of addressing somebody: the normal form (tu) and the courtesy or educated form (Usted). The last one was what Bella was using with Edward.

Okaaayyy…. This is starting to get more interesting. On one hand, we have Edward's and Bella's relationship (with Jacob being annoying) and, on the other hand, Irina and her plans…

What's gonna happen next? You'll have to wait until next day. Sorry but I can't tell a thing, I can only say that we'll know more about Anddie and her relationship with Edward (you should grab some tissues because it can make you cry).

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