What was supposed to be a four-hour ride had somehow turned into a six-hour one.
The drive turned to shit, after Jane and Alice started getting car sick, just after an hour into the drive, which caused us to have to stop more than usual.
This wasn't the vomiting kind of sick, well for Jane, anyway. When I say sick I mean 'out the basement' type of sick. Which also meant, gases.
Oh lord! Those freaking silent but deadly, cranky ass farts nearly killed us. Twice. Not once but twice, and that was only within the first hour.
The sixth time she did it, we had to stop the truck on the side of the road and leave the doors open for at least thirty minutes... and even then the poor truck stilll smelled of rotten eggs.
Edward was going to have to get it detailed to get that atrocious, offending smell out of the seats!
When we finally did get back on the road, Rosalie and Alice squeezed into the passenger's seat, leaving Jane in the back by herself.
'Bitch could suffocate herself!' Alice's words not mine.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we arrived at the beginning of the trail that would lead us to the cabin.
I felt my shoulders sag in relief as I caught sight of the massive twelve bedroom cabin sitting at the end of the trail.
It sits a few feet away from the lake, surrounded by the calming scene of dozens of trees and patches of wildflowers.
The cabin itself, surrounded by dozens of trees, and fields of wildflowers. There's even a tire swing on one of the trees that is a few feet by the lake, along with a rope swing for the bigger kids.
Almost everyone is here already, when we reach the front of the cabin. Except for the boys, of course.
Esme is walking towards her pearl white Nissan Rogue when she sees us pull up, smiling in response as she does.
I laugh as Alice and Rose practically jump out of the passenger's seat before I even have the gearshift set in Park on the truck.
As Jane and I hop out, I push her out of the way and rush into the cabin in search of my baby boy.
I finally find him with my dad in their bedroom, laying on the bed while a football game plays in the background.
In all honesty, I would've thought my mom to be the one to constantly want to hold Charlie, yet, now that I am seeing this, my dad seems to be the one who is constantly holding him. It's adorable.
"Hey dad." I say, leaning on the door frame.
"Oh hey, Bells." My dad said, flushing when he realized I saw him cooing at his grandson. "How was the ride over?"
"Hell." I replied, honestly as I walked over to the bed.
I smiled as I realized Charlie was now on his stomach, biting on his sock.
"Why is that?" He asked, amused.
"Jane kept farting the entire way here. She's worse than her dad." I muttered, snatching the sock from Charlie's little fists and placing it back on his foot.
"Ugh. I know. It's hereditary on your mother's side." He scoffs, wrinkling his nose.
"Hey, I heard that!" My mom calls from the bathroom.
"It was meant to be heard," my dad muttered in response.
"Did you want me to take the baby or …?" I asked sitting on the foot of the bed.
"Oh no, baby girl, you can leave him here, he's enjoying spending time with his poppa, aren't you, sport?" He cooed at the baby, who cooed back and pulled his sock off once more.
"Are you sure? This is supposed to be your week, after all." I say, snatching his sock away from his mouth and putting it back on his foot.
"It's fine, Bee, nothing makes me happier than spending time with my only grandbaby. Go, spend some much needed time with your husband. It'll be fine, I'll call you if I need you." He said, shooing me away.
I smiled at him, before getting up and heading to the car to grab my things from the truck.
Just as I begin taking the bags out, I hear the familiar reeving of Emmett's Jeep. That's not what stops me on the spot, what stops is the little gathering Rose, Alice, and Jane have going on by the edge of the lake.
I almost want to ignore them, but realize there's no ignoring those three conniving bitches especially when they get together like this.
I just hoped their plans didn't ruin the rest of the week here.