DISCLAIMER: THE STORY DOESN'T BELONG TO ME; THE CHARACTERS ARE PROPERTY OF S. MEYER AND THE PLOT BELONGS TO DANNYSK. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR LETTING ME SHARE YOUR STORY IN ENGLISH!
GRACIAS DANNY, POR DARME ESTA OPORTUNIDAD!
Lauren entered the office swaying her hips, stopped in front of his desk, and sensuously leaned over to the presidential chair where Edward was sitting, with the full blatant intention of letting him appreciate her large breasts.
The copper glared at her like the scumbag she was, never taking his eyes off her, never any other part of her anatomy, knowing full well that she was frustrated every time he did that, and he rejoiced in it.
"If that's all, you can go, Lauren" He held out his hand for her to give him the report.
She handed it to him, intentionally brushing her fingers against his before she reluctantly turned away, leaving him alone. Edward sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, he would kill Emmett if he kept hiring him bitches for assistants. Taking a deep breath, he started to make some slides when his phone rang.
"Edward."
"Sir? You have a call from… Northwest?"
"My…my kids' school." A shudder shook him.
"Well, I'll pass it on then."
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Edward normally drove like a maniac; he didn't need a trigger to drive like that. But today he was sure that if a policeman saw him, he would be arrested instantly. Sam had fallen and was unconscious. For some reason they hadn't located his mother, so thank heavens they'd called him. The copper accelerated further, the blood draining from his body as he cranked up the cooling in the car. Shit, he was hyperventilating. He couldn't take another accident.
Like a racing car, he skidded into the school entrance, not giving a shit if the blue zone was for the disabled, or if he was on the yellow line, not even remembering whether he set his car alarm or not, as he took long strides towards the entrance, and then burst into the small nurse's room, where the teacher was stunned to see him.
"Where is Sam?" he half roared, looking around. The teacher cleared her throat slightly.
"Mr Cullen? Sam is fine. He already regained consciousness. A-accompany me please.
So he followed the nervous woman through stretchers, and bottles of alcohol, and all that shit that made him sick, and as he walked, he was praying to heaven that there was no blood because...
"Daddy…" mumbled his son, perhaps due to the painkillers. Edward froze momentarily at the scene. No parent, loving or otherwise, liked to see their children with a huge bandage on their chin. He cleared his throat.
"It's all right, Sam, I'll take you with your mother."
"But Mr Cullen… He is still recovering…" The teacher asked a little indignantly as she watched him hold his little boy in his arms.
"His mother is a nurse. I take him with her at the hospital." And his cold tone of voice left no room for retorts, so the teacher had no choice but to step aside and let him pass.
Nor did he ask him how he had fallen. He had almost no relationship with his little ones, and he preferred it that way. He preferred not to get attached to anything or anyone. Arriving at the hospital, he opened the door for his son, who held out his little hand for him to get down, his green eyes shining as if he was holding back tears, and his lip between his teeth in a clear grimace of pain. Edward sighed, feeling proud of him, but then, freezing at the sight of the little blue jumper covered in blood. He had to hold his breath as he squatted down and began to unbutton it.
"Daddy, you look like you've seen a ghost." Sam whispered, looking up at him through his long eyelashes in amazement
"It's nothing." He mumbled
He finished taking it off, tossing it carelessly into the car, then took his son's small hand to walk to the hospital. Sam usually walked with his head held high, Edward found it most curious that his son did that, he was very formal, and his behaviour was impeccable for his barely five years old, he adored him for that and more, however today he walked very slowly, and when he looked down to see him, he saw that the little boy was biting his lip again, his eyes fixed on the ground.
"Do you want me to hold you?" He asked. Sam looked up before nodding tearfully. Edward's stomach churned, reproaching himself greatly for being so inconsiderate.
He held him in his arms, trying not to let the smell of fresh blood cloud his mind as they reached reception, where he asked for his wife; a young nurse replied that she was busy with an operation, but offered with a huge smile to attend to the child. Edward hated those smiles, those suggestive looks, he would never understand why the female sex turned on him even though he treated them like a neanderthal.
He sighed looking at the girl, and though he hated like hell what he was about to do, he definitely had to do it or risk fainting like an effeminate at that moment.
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Minutes later, outside the paediatric ward, leaning against the wall, he felt like a wimp the whole time for not being by his son's side, but the truth was, if he saw any more blood, he was sure he'd be unconscious on the floor. It was still ironic how he hated everything about hospitals and that his wife worked in one.
He walked a little way down the immaculate corridor trying to clear his head, stopping over one of the large windows, from where he could see a vast garden that had places to rest, and corridors through which the other nurses, doctors and patients moved. He watched with both hands in his pockets the comings and goings of everyone present, almost all of them either running or walking at a fast speed. Frowning, he focused on a couple of nurses who seemed to be from another dimension, their slow, carefree gait unreal for the place. They sat in planters where the sun made them even more visible, laughing and joking. Edward almost lost his mind when she came into his range of vision. It was her. His Isabella. And she was laughing too, for God's sake, he'd never seen her smile at anything, but her children and he didn't even remember the sound of her laughter anymore. The white uniform hugged her curves, her curly hair held in a high ponytail, showing those strange flashes of red in the warm sun, just so all of her was like an angel.
An impulse took his muscles by surprise, and he found himself with his hands clenched into fists, his breathing suddenly ragged. That asshole again. The homicidal desire racing through his veins. Something was pulling him towards them, something far more primal than just getting her away from James. He wanted any man away from Isabella. He couldn't stand it; the son of a bitch was always coming between the two of them. Always. Turning on his heel to go in search of his wife, he found himself face to face with the nurse who had attended to them, holding his half-asleep son in her arms. Edward blinked in a daze, his stomach turning into tight knots, dissipating his fury.
"What happened to him?" he asked alarmed.
"He just fell asleep." The nurse smiled before placing the little boy in his arms and let him snuggle against his chest. "It's the painkillers, he'll be fine, I'll tell Bella you were here."
Edward nodded a terse "thank you", hurrying away from the woman whose eyes and smile seemed to expect more from him, and as he walked with the child in his arms, he told himself that he should only be concerned with his son. He had always been more distant with him than Eli.
His daughter loved to be held, to be taken everywhere by the hand, but for sure, Edward didn't know how to behave around infants, and he couldn't deny that he felt a little jealous of how his children adored Emmett, his brother. He was perfectly at ease around them, acting as their father, as if he had a gift for it... and despite all that, his thoughts quickly returned to the same thing:
His wife, smiling at other man.
As you see, Edward is one of those who suffers in silence, jealous from a distance. How do you think Bella will go with this?
PS: Yes, Angela is part of the problem these two have. Will she appear? Will she cause even more trouble? Hmmm... Oh! And what are your opinions on that mysterious man?
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