The Bear
Clipping my child into his car seat was always a shit fight.
"Just sit still, Mason," I snap.
My mother voice was fantastic. I'd had plenty of practice. The past year had tested me. He knew how to get away with everything.
And as Edward packs the boot not stepping in to control his savage child I'm forced to pull out the classic mother authority. Mason was on my last nerve. The four hour drive ahead would be torture. Before Mason we'd pull over along the way and make it fun. Now it was nursery rhymes and being asked if we're there every five seconds.
Now it was lingering touches and sexy winks in the front seat until we arrived and had someone entertain him for an hour. When he fell asleep Edward would maybe even whisper sweet nothings in a husky sexy voice. Our kid didn't slow down the second drive in the slightest.
"Edward," I huff standing back.
"Yeah," he calls out.
"Your child is being difficult," I sigh.
"Can't imagine where he gets that from," he laughs appearing at my side.
"You," I poke my tongue out.
"Nah," he smacks my ass playfully before leaning into the car to buckle him up, "quit testing Mummy. She is stressed out."
"Why?" Mason asks playing with Edward's hair.
"Because of the wedding," he answers patient.
"Why?" Mason continues.
"Not this," I groan.
Why. Mason's favourite new word.
"Because," I say sharp.
"Stop biting," Edward stands back and closes our toddler in.
"Bite me," I grin up at him.
"Tempting as hell," he chuckles, "I can't believe you'll be my wife. This is just too surreal. I dreamed about it for so long."
"That's if your son lets me get there," I tease.
"Our son will treasure today just like I will," he kisses me sweetly before opening my door for me, "get that hot ass in the car."
Rolling my eyes I clamber into the front seat smiling at him as he closes me inside.
"Mummy. Are we there?" Mason asks.
I swear it's by purpose.
"No," I say, "we haven't even left yet."
"Can I go to doctors with Grandpappy?" He asks.
Occasionally my soon to be father in law would treat Mason. He'd take him to the hospital, something Edward struggled to do. It was too busy at Edward's work. Both Mason's father and grandfather were doctors. My dad a cop. Pretty cool jobs for an almost 3 year old to play pretend. He loved playing doctors or policeman. A costume for each at hand.
My son also adored my parents. He'd be spending the day with my father tomorrow fishing. My father adored being a grandpa. And my mother constantly sent toys and clothes from Arizona for him.
He was a spoilt child. Incredibly loved.
"If you ask nice," I say leaning into my baby bag prepping.
Everything has to be in arms reach.
"With a pwease?" He yells out.
"Yes, baby," I look back at Edward shoving stuff into the boot still.
"Edward," I smile, "can you hurry, please?"
"You asked nicely, mummy," his little feet rest on the back of my chair.
I'm in for one heck of a massage.
"I'm done, gorgeous," he says slamming the boot shut.
Shortly later he climbs into the driver seat starting the car. He wears a casual shirt and chinos. My dad I get to fuck. The only man who was attractive with puke on his shoulder. I admire him as he looks back at our kid.
"What would you like to listen to, buddy?" Edward looks back at Mason.
"Anything," he shrugs casually.
He laughs putting on his usual playlist which ranged from nursery rhymes to Disney.
"When we return home it'll be as husband and wife, baby," he smiles taking my hand.
"I wonder if the sex is any better married?" I whisper.
"I'm willing to test it," he laughs.
"I'm excited," I smile, "finally all the planning will come to use and we'll have our day."
"I bet you'll be so beautiful," he kisses the back of my hand.
The first hour of the drive is peaceful. Mason plays with his toys and entertains us with cute outbursts of commentary.
He points out interesting trucks and cars. Spots airplanes in the sky. Oh and the new question 'can I have a brother?' To which we answer 'maybe one day.' When I drop him off to preschool I glare at the less articulate kids who keep their mouth shut and stare blankly at their mothers.
Edward traces patterns on my thigh as I read my book.
"Higher," I smile.
"You are just so naughty today," he shakes his head grinning.
Then the second hour hits us and there's no calming the chaos.
My toddler screams bloody murder. Both of us urgently try to calm him down with our voices.
"What happened?" Edward asks pulling over.
On the side of the road I climb out hurriedly so I can walk around to his door. I inspect him checking to see if he is hurt. I find no blood. I check around him to see if he has dropped a loved toy.
"Mister Bee," he screeches.
Oh shit.
"We don't have him?" I ask desperately searching the floor of the car.
He has to be here.
"No," he yells.
"Okay. It's okay baby," I say standing up to rub his little leg.
I hope the motion soothes his tears. He pants quickly trying to catch his breath from the tantrum.
"I'll call Emmett and see if he has left. He might swing by and get it," Edward says dialing the number through the car sound system.
"Uncle Emmy will get it," I rub my sons tears away
Mister Bee was his toy. Given to him by Esme when he was born it has never been far away. The bear was his world. I felt like the worst mother forgetting it. This wedding had me stressed out. Planning the decorations and music and the send off. Everything in between. I had let the simple thing slip between the cracks.
"Mummy is so sorry, baby," I say kissing his small head.
He buried his face into my chest accepting my cuddles in his car seat.
"Yes, brother," the voice booms through the car.
"Where are you?" Edward asks.
"At a petrol station outside of Seattle staring at my girlfriend's incredible tits. She's cleaning my windscreen and it's taking all my power not to walk out and..." he says.
"You're on loud speaker and my two year old can hear," Edward interrupts.
"He's gonna learn one day. He'll inherit the Cullen jewels" Emmett laughs, "whats up?"
"Adopted… he'll inherit my jewels," he teases.
"Stop talking about your dicks," I hiss.
"Can you go back and get his teddy bear? Mister Bee," Edward asks, "we forgot it and there's no way he'll cooperate without it."
"Sure," he says, "anything for my favourite nephew."
"He's your only nephew," Edward rolls his eyes.
"Exactly," he says, "is he there?"
"He's upset," Edward looks back at me cradling Mason's head in my chest.
"Mason! Cheer up. You can't be sad when I take you on a huge adventure when I get to Forks," Emmett booms.
"Where to?" He calls out.
"It's a surprise, Bud," he laughs
"Thanks so much, Emmett," I call out.
"It's okay, Bells," he says hanging up.
I look at Edward's reassuring face. He is trying to bite back laughter. If he lets it out Mason could end it all.
With a last kiss on the head I jump back into my seat buckling up.
"What's a road trip without a toddler drama?" Edward takes my hand.
"Impossible," I scoff.
It was only the beginning of the impossible.
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