The Toddler
Sighing I finish up the last button on Mason's shirt. He pushes back and forth a car on the bed beside him making animated noises with his lips. No attention whatsoever to my meltdown. We didn't get to this last night. I wish we had.
"The pants don't fit you," I say.
Mason makes the situation better lifting the car up to drive over my cheek. Feeling less than comforted I move back crossing my arms.
"They're way too big," I groan.
"I'll grow into them. That's what Mummy says all the time," he says.
"Not by Saturday," I roll my eyes picking him up to stand.
The waistband slouches from his waist, the ankles of the pants pooling at his feet. How did Esme not check this? She's picked up the suits for the men. Alice had been on dress duty. I had yet to see it. Here's hoping she has done a much better job.
Mason amuses himself jumping on the bed watching me try to think. I don't know how to sew. The fabric is way too expensive to risk.
"Edward," I huff calling out.
I just simply hope he hears my battle cry from the other end of the house. When he enters the room Mason's pants are around his knees.
"They don't fit," I say.
"Really?" Edward frowns moving to tug his son's pants up.
"They're way too big. What do we do?" I bite my lip.
"Mother is good at sewing and Alice is a fashion designer. Maybe they could fix it?" He offers.
I examine mason thinking. My mind does laps. Why was this wedding floating on such rough seas?
Edward unbuttons the pants helping to free the toddler's small legs from them.
"Don't panic. We will figure something out," Edward rubs my back, "if it comes to it we buy new ones and get a refund on these from the store in Port Angeles. Or we send Emmett to get them fixed."
"You'd trust him?" I bite my lip.
"You'd have to spell it out," he nods, "Emmett would suffice."
"Uncy Emmy," Mason cheers jumping up and down.
"Stop," Edward glares at Mason.
Mason bounces onto his bottom cautious of the trouble he might get in. He knew not to test dad.
"What else can go wrong?" I groan eyes shut.
"It doesn't matter. All that matters is me and you," he pulls me into him.
I let his arms wrap around me completely engulfing me in a seriously needed cuddle.
"Even if he wears his nappy it'll still be about us getting married," he says.
"It would make cute pictures," I smile trying to hold back tears.
Mason moves to the edge of the bed behind Edward. We watch him attempt to climb down himself with his belly on the mattress. He underestimates the height slipping down on his bump. I muffle a giggle with my hand as Edward bends down to lift him up into his arms.
"Mason. We need to keep Mummy happy," Edward says, "she is sad because things aren't going to plan."
Mason's adorable face shifts to an expression laced with worry.
"Mummy," he holds out his arms for me.
"I'm okay," I smile accepting his request to carry him.
He wraps his arms around my neck just like a monkey.
"I wuv you, Mummy. Don't be sad," he says.
My pantsless son could be the thing that gets me through this wedding.
It had been two hours. Alice has set up a white board with perfect circles. She'd made slips of paper with the names of my guests on.
"We can't put my aunt near my dad's mother," I shake my head, "it's not worth it."
"Okay," Alice moves my aunt to another family table.
"Better," I nod.
"Rose. What scent is that?" Craig says suddenly.
Alice and I exchange a look.
Craig has met Emmett. Perhaps he is just incredibly brave.
"I think it's sweat," Rose says dismissive.
"Oh," he shrinks back into the chair awkwardly.
"Anyway," Alice smirks at me, "I think it's set."
"When does Lucy arrive?" Rose asks.
"On Thursday," I say.
"Late in the game," Alice bites her lip.
"Yeah but what else do I do?" I shrug.
"She only has to walk anyway," Rose smiles.
"Bella,"Craig stands clearing his throat, "What about this?"
He shows me a design for the menus on the tables.
"Perfect," I nod.
We had managed to find a copy of the dietary requirements on my computer. He had the catering company pull together a menu which sounded delicious.
"I like the colour," Rosalie says.
"Thanks," his eyes linger on her for a moment too long.
Rosalie did this. She attracted men but had no clue she was doing it. While he blatantly looked at her breasts she played with her nails. Completely inattentive.
"Umm. Okay. Well we should probably think about music next," Alice says, "you have picked out songs right? You'll need to give them to Emmett in advance."
"Our first dance is up to Edward. As for the aisle it's the song he wrote for me in school," I say.
"That's too cute," Rosalie smiles.
"You're into music? What kind?" Craig asks her.
"Anything," she shrugs.
"Oh me too," he nods, "anything is great."
"Do you think they've organised one of those dance things? Like from the cool YouTube videos," Alice smiles.
"God no," I laugh.
"Mason could join in," Alice sits beside me looking at Craig talk Rose's ear off.
"He'd steal their groove. What is with that," I shake my head motioning to Rose.
"It's weird," she laughs, "he has flooded the house with drool. How has Emmett not noticed this. My brother is so stupid."
"It's blatantly obvious," I nod, "I'll tell her later when he isn't around."
"Good luck," Alice scoffs.
"Thank you for all of this. I think I'd be a mess without you," I take her hand, "I'm so blessed to get you as a sister finally."
"Stop," she smiles tearing up slightly, "I'm just so happy he has someone. That he has you and Mason. After growing up with him happiness was something I worried he'd never find," Alice explains.
"I love him," I smile, "making him happy will be the only thing I ever do."
"Without even trying you do that," she says, "just simply being is enough."
"Mummy," mason runs into the room holding a lego truck.
"Yes, little man," I say.
"Daddy is being nasty," he races over to climb into my lap.
"Why?" I ask.
"He won't let me play outside," he whines.
"Don't let him outside," Edward calls out from the next room.
He sounds frustrated.
"It's raining baby," I shake my head, "we're going to play inside for now. When the rain stops maybe ask Emmett and he can take you outside to play in some puddles."
"Now," he grumbles.
I look down at him unsure whether to yell at him or join his attitude.
"Go play," I say.
"Outside," he shakes his head.
"Go or you won't play at all," I warn.
He grumbles crossing his arms.
I'm trying to focus on him but I can't. The comment Craig just made about working out is too much.
"Yeah I lift heaps. Every day really," he says.
I laugh. Uncontrollably laugh. Alice already buckled over.
"Mummy," Mason shouts agitated.
"Baby. No," I huff regaining composure.
"Yes," he bounces up and down in my lap.
As I look down at him I take it all back. Getting down the aisle with this could pulling on my strings. Near impossible.
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