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Bella wakes up in the middle of the night due to suspicious noise in her apartment. She investigates, but little does she know that this search will change the life she had … maybe even forever?
‼️Rated M - {Out Of Characters/All Human/Alternate Universe} - Romance/Lemons‼️
‼️Angst/Lemon/Language/Drama‼️
‼️Edward Cullen/Bella Swan‼️
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Chapter 2: We Lost Our Past, (4,1K)
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Bella's PoV.
With a little sigh, I lazily rub my tummy, doing my best to ease my sudden craving. This whole thing is becoming very tiresome, and I can't wait for it to be over.
As I lay in bed, waiting for my husband to come back, my thoughts waywardly go back to the day I met Edward. I don't actually know why this particular day comes to mind but lately, I haven't been acting myself. Like I've said, I can't wait for it to be over.
It's funny how I remember that day so clearly, and the fact that I now know those things about him, I feel kind of stupid for actually falling for his games. Not that I regret it or anything, just that I feel stupid.
Today, I received a letter from my father that put me in a very conflicted mood. I don't know what to do about it, if I should go visit him, or if I should just pretend like I didn't read it. My father has been institutionalised ten years ago because he lost his mind, and killed my mother. I have no idea of how it all went down, simply because they were a very beautiful couple, very much in love, from what my ten years old self could tell.
The only fact that remains clear is the fact that when I came home from school, a social worker was there to see me and was going to place me in the system. My father has never given a sign that he was alive ever since. No matter how many letters I sent him over the years. Eventually, I stopped, only sending him a card once in a while for his birthday, and waiting for him to eventually respond.
Now that he did, I don't know what to do. I want to go and see him. But I am scared of doing so.
Trying not to think about it, I sip on my coffee, reading the letter in my hands once more. I feel someone staring at me with insistence, so instinctively I look up, curious of who could that be. When I meet the gaze of the stranger, I see a guy talking with another man, deeply involved in his conversation.
Still, I am sure he was the one staring at me.
To be honest, I wouldn't be able to tell his age, nor even if he's good-looking or not. All I see is blond and a black suit. So I shrug, thinking that I was imagining things. still, stubbornly wanting to get a glance of him, I peek in his direction from time to time as I start doodling on the envelope of the letter.
At some point, the other man leaves, and the blond guy does the same shortly after. But as he does so, he leaves his wallet on the table. I hesitate a little, before hurrying myself to take it, and rush after him, hoping that I will still be able to see his hair in the crowd.
As it appears, he didn't make it very far, barely a few steps out of the café. So I hail him, finding it odd that his long legs didn't take him further for the minute it took me to decide that I would try to get his wallet.
He immediately turns at my hail, a very seductive smile lingering on his lips as I tell him: "You 'forgot' your wallet, sir."
I might look gullible, but I'm not stupid. I know when I've been played. This man doesn't seem in such a hurry, so he had no excuse to have 'forgotten' his wallet. Still, I can't stop myself from staring at the hunk of a man.
He is actually very good looking. Very, very good looking. His hair is not the only alluring aspect of his body, his eyes are golden, glistening in the morning sun. Let's not forget about his body as well. He is in very good shape, so I can tell, even though he is wearing a suit. The only annoying thing was that he is so much taller than me. It gets annoying to have so many people around and you always being the smallest one.
"Thank you, miss. I'd forget my head if it wasn't attached to my body," He says with a charming smile; and though I try to keep myself composed, I can't help but laugh.
"Does that usually work? I don't think I know a single girl who would fall for this."
He seems a little taken aback, but then, he composes himself again and says:
"So, what was I supposed to do to make you 'fall for it'?"
"I don't know. How about come and talk to me like any normal human being?"
"Oh, but I'm anything but a normal human being. I'm more of an angel," He retorts, his lips still smirking at me. I roll my eyes, not even one bit impressed by this narcism displayed before me.
"You mean fluffy wings and rosy cheeks?"
"No. Nothing like those romanticised cherubs. More on the biblical sense of the term. Avenging, destroyer, terrible, and incredibly good-looking."
I laugh once again, unable to believe that someone could be so arrogant. I mean, either he's not taking himself seriously, or that I just found the newest Narcissus.
"Yeah. Too bad that angels are asexual…" I trail, tricking him in his own game. For a second, he remains speechless, before looking at me again with his golden eyes. But I don't waste my time anymore, and puts the wallet in his hands before turning on my heels and making my way back to my seat.
But he prevents me from doing so, by resting his hand on my shoulder and making me spin as he says: "The name's Edward. Care to meet again for a proper introduction over coffee?"
Yeah, Edward really got me on that one. But like I said, I don't regret it. I was gullible at that time, after all. None of this matters anymore. I am happy now. Beyond happy. After years of pain, I finally am, with a man I love more than anything else.
I never knew when, but I realised that I stopped thinking that I could never be happy, but I am. Truly and completely happy. And that day was now, it was just another ugly nightmare.
The day when Edward got arrested. I was not even there when it happened. I came home late that day, because Edward called me at the last minute, asking if I could buy mangoes. I did, not really thinking much about it, but now… I think he did that to spare me that little moment. Because the shop where we buy mangoes was all the way across town, and that Edward knew that I'd walk there like I always do.
But when I came home, my world still crumbled, and he wasn't even there to hold me up.
I get home, two big mangoes in my bag. Instead of the usually deserted lobby, the front of my building is gathered several police officers, along with men in black suits. I frown, wondering which of my neighbours got into trouble. I walk forward into the building since there are no yellow police lines forbidding me to do so.
I take the stairs, like I always do, excited to tell Edward about all the fuss in our building. Maybe he already knows and is watching from our window. But, when I got into my apartment, my heart free falls and I rush to the door where two police officers were standing. The yellow lines are here.
"Where is Edward?" I ask, already imagining the worst. What if a burglar tried to get into our home, and Edward caught him. I know he has a gun, and a short temper when it comes to others. Never with me, but he has no patience with other people.
"Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to step aside," An officer with round glasses tells me. But of course, I don't listen, doing my best to peep into my own apartment. Looking for blood, or even a body laying on the ground.
"Let her in," A man in a black suit says, and I avidly walked into my apartment, seeing it submerged by a dozen different people. "Bella?" He asks, and I nod. He looks at me funny with his deep blue eyes and gives me a piece of paper. The drawing I made of Edward and me so long ago.
"Where's Edward?" I repeat, and the officer with round glasses finally answers my question:
"He's been arrested twenty minutes ago for murder, money laundering and thieving."
What? The sweet Edward that I know of, got arrested? I… I can't believe it. I can't. I do my best not to cry, and look down at the drawing, when my eyes fall on the engagement ring he gave me a year ago.
We were supposed to get married. We were supposed to have kids. We were supposed to move to the countryside and have a house there with white picket fences, a huge garden and a swing. We were… we were supposed to have our happily ever after.
With a shake of my head, I shoo away all those memories, and my lips turn into a smile when I hear the lock of the front door open. I'm not sure if I'm happy to see my husband coming back, or if I'm happy that he's bringing the raspberries I've been craving for all day long.
Carefully I get up from our marital bed and join him in the kitchen where he is already washing the raspberries. As soon as I reach him, he turns around, a humongous smile on his face and he gently cups my face to kiss my lips before bending down and kissing my prominent stomach.
"How are doing my two favourite girls doing?" He asks, heaps of love present in his voice, as he hands me a bowl of freshly washed raspberries. I smile at him, though I still roll my eyes at him as I let him know:
"Mason, you left twenty minutes ago to buy me raspberries. We're doing just the same as when you left."
Mason smiles in response nonetheless and follows me into the living room, my precious bowl in hand. Once settled down on the sofa, I turn our TV show on, not sharing any of my precious raspberries while Mason takes me in his arms and kisses my forehead, making me feel all the love he has for me in that one simple gesture.
I love Mason. And I love how he makes me feel cared for and safe. I love how he loves me. And the love Mason gives me, I know of no one who gave me the same amounts of it. It goes the same as to how much I love him. I know now that I've never loved someone the way I love him.
I did run after Edward five years ago. When I decided to move on with my life, I mostly meant it as in going after Edward and stopping this pretence of a life I was having when he was in prison. But I never found what I wanted. Edward rejected me because he wasn't 'good enough for me'. After making love to me like he never did before, he turned and left and disappeared in the thin air.
To be honest, I am sometimes still afraid of the fact that he might come back. That he will resurface out of nowhere and destroy this perfect life that I have now with the man I love. I will not lie to myself, I do not want Edward to come back. My life is perfect the way it is now, and I love it. I have a nice little cottage in the South of France, a steady job as an Art teacher in the evening, a loving husband who owns a bookshop, and a kid on the way. The happily ever after I always wanted. Like I said, my life is simply perfect.
When Mason and I found each other, he made me forget all about Edward. He actually made it his mission to make me forget all about Edward. The good and the bad. All the prints that Edward might have left on me, Mason healed them with his golden heart. He knows about Edward. Of course, he does, how can he not? But he never talks about him, though he vouched to never be like him. And I believe him. I really do. Of course, at first, I had my doubts; but now, I truly and wholly believe him.
Mason is not perfection, but he is perfect for me. He is really suspicious of people and is always scared for me. He can actually get a little too affectionate at times, when he feels that I'm not as invested in our relationship, as usual. I know it's because he is petrified of the idea that I might leave him, he told me so himself; but sometimes it just gets too much. So I throw tantrums and go for walks on the beach alone, just to give us both some space; and when I get home Mason is always waiting for me, a penitent look on his face and a dark chocolate bavarois in his hands. This is how much he loves me, he knows all my guilty pleasures.
Though, ever since I got pregnant, I have a strange addiction to broccoli. If I could, I would eat it at every meal I have. I even started growing some in our garden behind the house, which is stupid because the time the plant will give me broccoli, I will no longer be pregnant. I ate so much broccoli, that I won't be surprised if I gave birth to a broccoli. It'd only be fair.
My baby suddenly kicks inside, making me wince a little. She's been kicking more and more lately, and I am sure it's because her due date is coming. The doctor said it should be in two weeks, but I'm sure he's wrong. I always write down my cycles and his dates don't correspond to mine. So I know I will have my baby girl sooner than anyone expects. Well, except her Dad.
Her dad who is leaning in and soothingly caresses my stomach kissing my neck with love. I really hope that she will be a mix of the two of us. Mason wants her to look just like me, but I want her to have my hair texture and her father's colour of hair. I want her to have his nose and my ears. I want her eye colour to match Mason's while I want my big form of eyes to be seen on her face.
We actually have one little disagreement. I want to call our baby girl, Amelia, in honour of my paternal grandmother; but Mason wants to call her Hope because he said that she is the incarnation of what I give him. I personally think it's weird to name your kid like that, and so we settled on giving her Hope as a second name.
"Guess what I just realised while I was getting your raspberries," Mason asks me, snapping me out of my thoughts. I tilt my head a little to look at his unusual eyes, and he tells me: "Time difference aside, it's been exactly five years."
I smile with bliss as I realise what he is talking about; when I suddenly realise something on my own, making me freeze with every single muscle of my body. I take a deep inhalation, looking in the eyes of the love of my life, seeing his concern at my sudden stillness, and I inform him: "My waters just broke."
For a fraction of a second, Mason doesn't do or say anything. He's completely frozen while I'm gritting my teeth at my first contraction and counting the seconds to know how long it lasts. But then, he finally snaps out of his state of shock and starts panicking around.
I have to admit, it is kind of funny how he is running everywhere, saying out loud what he should actually be doing. It is so comical that it looks like I'm in a cartoon. I chuckle a little to myself before telling him to take me to the hospital. But he is so stressed out that he doesn't hear me, making me yell for him to calm down. I mean, I'm only at my first contraction, and it's our first child. I think I'm going to have plenty of time before the real and painful labour starts.
Mason finally calms down a little, though the panic is still clear in his eyes, and he says that he's going to carry me to the car. To which I roll my eyes, reminding him that I can still walk like a big girl, and I tell him to go fetch the suitcase upstairs that I packed a few weeks ago and to take my toiletry as well.
As he does so, I make my way to the car, making a mental note to tell Mason to clean the sofa when he'll get home since my waters just broke on it. As I walk to the car, I make sure that the gas is off, and that the alarm is ready to be launched. I'm not even by the car yet, when Mason opens the door for me (apparently, being in labour makes you stupid and unable to open doors, according to men). Then, he rushes to his seat, and drives us to the hospital, asking me the endless questions he read in the pamphlets the doctor gave him. He even asks me for my blood pressure, and so I tease him, telling him it's 170/90 (because seriously do I look like I carry a blood pressure machine around?). At this, Mason literally panics, saying that it's not normal and that it's dangerous for both the baby and me; and I have to reassure him and remind him of logic. And as I do so, I can't help but think that mother Nature did a good job when she decided that only us females would give birth. Men panic over nothing.
When we get to the maternity hospital, the nurses take care of me, putting me in a room as they explain what I already knew. I'm only beginning my labour, and there was no rush. I just need to stay in a sanitary place because my waters can't protect my baby anymore. Though my file says I don't want an epidural, the nurse still asks me if I'm sure about it, and Mason tries once again to change my mind on that. But I stay on my position and refuse. I want this birth to be as natural as possible and would have actually loved to give birth at home if Mason hadn't been so opposed by the idea. And the reason why I went on with him on this one is: what if something happens and requires immediate medical intervention. Still, I did a lot of exercises to prepare my body to give birth as our ancestors did. I would have even stood up, but our hospital is still stuck up on the idea of a medical bed.
Mason stays with me all along, even when the hours are starting to get really long. Really really long. How long can a child stay in a womb when all my body decide that she should leave?! Seriously, It's been almost twenty hours now! Twenty. Freaking. Long. Hours! For real? The nurses keep on saying that it's normal, that the first child can take a very long to come out, but this is getting too long. I read that a woman in Russia stayed 42 hours in labour, but I thought that it was an exception. Twenty freaking hours!
And finally, finally the contractions begin to be very painful and very close. But to be honest, I'm so tired by now, that I think I could actually give birth in my sleep. Just like that. Snoring the baby out. As I'm letting Mason know about my crazy theory, a doctor comes into my room and read my file before giving me that sempiternal speech about deliveries, and pushing, and the beauty of creating life, but I'm not even paying attention. As I said, I just want to sleep.
I'm so tired that I can't concentrate on anything but Mason's concerned eyes. I can hear his voice, telling me to push, that I'll be able to sleep all I want afterwards; and so I do, because I can feel that it's time. I grab the hand that he's offering me, and squeeze it really hard as I push with the little energy I have left. I swear she has the biggest head in the world! I got abducted during the night of her conception, and a bid headed alien inseminated me! She has such a big head! I don't know if I'm more tired, or in pain at this moment. It's not that the pain is that terrible, but being exhausted makes it worst.
And finally …
"This must be one of my quickest deliveries. Congratulations, it's a healthy baby girl," The doctor says, and I heave of relief, all exhaustion forgotten for a moment. All I can do is smile with delight as I'm seeing my baby girl crying and giggling in the doctor's arms. He turns his head to Mason, and asks: "Do you want to cut the umbilical cord?"
Mason nods, speechless as his beautiful eyes are shining with tears. I watch him cut the cord while one of the nurses takes the placenta out of me, and our daughter is crying her lungs out. And then, the doctor puts our baby girl on top of me while Mason comes to sit back next to me as I offer my breast to our daughter like the nurse instructs me.
He swiftly wipes a tear escaping his eye, and leans to kiss my forehead as he says: "I can't believe it. We finally have our little Hope."
I smile, looking down at our child, and seeing that, despite having a very big head, she is exactly like I wanted her. She's our little girl, the first rock of our long life to come. I lean against my husband, feeling exhaustion coming back to me, and ready to fall into Morpheus' arms. I tiredly bring my left hand to his hand, and take it, intertwining our fingers and the green emerald of my ring shines under the light.
"I love you," I let him know, and Mason holds me a little bit tighter against me as he assures me:
"I love you more. I'll never deserve you, but I thank life every day for putting you on my path. You make me want to be a better man with every passing day."
I smile at his words, falling asleep in his arms as exhaustion took over me while our daughter is sucking the milk out of my breast.
❌THE END❌
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💚So ... what did you think? Are you satisfied with this happy ending? Did you smile like I did (I laughed with the big head part, haha)? Did you expect that the story would go like that?
💚 And what about Edward? What do you think is happening to him? Just know that the next chapter will be in his point of view, so you can know how he feels about Bella finding her happily ever after.
💚 Stephenie Meyer owns the names of the characters from the Twilight, Everything else is mine (including the mistakes and grammar errors).
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