Author Note-
Oh My Gosh! According to the traffic controller I have had 100 views and 2 reviews! I didn't realise my writing was that good, however, I do want you to know that I have turned on anonymous reviews. So those who don't have an account can write a review and tell me what they like and any constructive criticism they have. Also can you please post any ideas you have so that I have an idea on what you might like in the story. I had an idea on where to go with this but my over imaginative brain decided to have another story idea. Don't worry though I won't post that story until I have finished this one.
Two quick shout-outs, thank you to Lauren for your nice review on my book. I know you don't usually read.
And thank you to 'lightbabe' –cool name by the way- for requesting more from this book.
Disclaimer- I don't own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does. Unfortunately I was called Stephanie Cullen, no joke.
Now, on with the story.
Elsa Swans Point of View.
You know, some days are just crap. Usually these days are Mondays, and today just happens to be a fucking Monday. You may be wondering who I am and why I am standing on a small coffee table with a heavily bleeding nose with two sixteen year old children, one called Zach and the other Scarlet, clinging to me. Pointing at the floor and quivering in fear. Whilst my sister runs around the floor with a stained cup and piece of paper and my father waves an ice pack and rag in my face his police issued gun in his other hand. At the same time as a group of large and well-built La-Push natives, stare on in confusion and my younger sons and daughters piss themselves laughing.
Just to reiterate- Mondays are fucking crap.
It all started when I had to wake up at the crack ass of dawn to get the last boxes in the moving truck and wake the kids up, I'm so not a morning person. I and my family were moving from London to Forks. To basically try and kick my sister's ass into gear, she was still moaning about that cold-ass mother fucker that broke her heart. I haven't seen her or my dad in ages; it isn't very cheap to move back and forth with fourteen kids. Especially at the age of twenty-three. Wait a minute, before you all start calling me a whore and a slut the kids aren't mine. They are all adopted. I have six girls and eight boys, ranging from twenty- one to two. Five of my 'kids' are in college now, two in Whitman College a pre-med school, two in Stanford studying catering, business and customer body language. And another one in the police force in Oregon. Solving major crimes and being a part-time psychologist. That's also part of the reason why I'm relocating to La Push, I miss my kids.
After I had packed everything and had woken all my kids up – it's amazing what a splash of cold water can do- we were on our way to the airport. I fucking hate airports. Airports were created to be the number one of places to lose your children, so half the time I was searching high and low for my kids- don't judge me, try keeping a visual on nine children while manoeuvring a triple pram, avoiding a question about sex from my six year old son and getting hit on seven times. Plus the fact that my sixteen year old daughter lost her bag in Marks & Spencer's, this had her credit cards and money in as well as her ticket and passport. Just you try without losing one kid. Then we had a fucking fantastic plane ride – note sarcasm. I was sat in-between two really hot guys. Who made it there point to hit on me any chance they got. And have my young son and daughter pop up from the seat in front and ask what a certain sex innuendo meant. You would think that would stop them, but apparently not.
What is it with men and their testosterone levels? Honestly get a grip. I know I am pretty, I have straight black hair and lightly tanned skin. Along with my green eyes, hour glass figure and heart shaped face. But I am not 'smoking' or 'hot' as the guys so often put it. My lower lip is too plump and my hair is streaked with mahogany. But no need to worry, usually when I am out with my kids the guys stay away- if I am going to have a man, I want one that will commit to me and my family- so the avoidance is welcome. When we finally made it to Forks airport I was faced with the task of getting all the kids off the plane, get the cars and collect all of the luggage. Sounds easy right? Wrong. One of the major luggage cases went walkabout and my sons Keonigsegg CCX was late arriving along with my red motorcycle, to say we were fucking pissed would be an understatement. After we sorted things out and collected everything we needed I needed to sit down or else I would fucking faint. So I sat down on a suitcase for a quick little quiet moment. Then some fucker just had to disturb me and ask for my number, right now I am seriously considering becoming a fucking nun.
When everything was sorted out and ready, we started to drive to our new home. It was labelled 'The Old Granger Place' the couple who sold me it said that they were broke and would accept any offer. I scouted the house and deemed it worth much more than the 100,000 they were asking for, sure the floor plan wasn't very good and its garden was over grown and unkempt, but the actual wood work was brilliant. The Granger couple had three young children and were still distraught with the death of their youngest son; I know what it's like to lose a member of your family. So I disregarded the offer of 100,000 dollars and gave 750,000 dollars for the house, and an account with 250,000 dollars to cover their needs for a few years. I and the older kids spent our whole summer and autumn holidays renovating the house. I was able to re-organise the floor plan and create a more open plan space. For the kitchen (my family's favourite area) I had a huge tree trunk that was wasting outside brought in, creating a huge table. The tree was over a hundred years old so it would have been a great waste just to get rid of it. The trees roots now ran up the rooms walls and it seemed as though the tree trunk actually grew in the house. Now the house had twenty rooms fit with en-suite bathrooms. Along with a full stocked library, a full gym, an inside pool, a big living room, a huge garage complete with state of the art mechanical equipment, seven studies for each of the kids that were doing their GCSE's and two nurseries for my three grandbabies. My eldest daughter had two babies last year and my son has gotten his fiancé pregnant. I also built in a surprise for my younger kids in the basement, but I won't tell you it yet. For the entrance I created two curved wooden tusk type planks and added them to the porch area, also I added planks of glass to create a huge window area.
When we were five minutes away from the house or mansion –call it what you will. We saw a nice small house that screamed home with its beautiful garden – quick mental note: complete the new houses garden- and a group of four men playing football. Hubba Hubba. They were fucking hot especially the one with short cropped hair and lovely brown eyes. He just screamed caring, I rolled down my window a little bit and said hi. The cute eye-candy got this weird look on his face and waved back hastily. I continued on to the house. The children speedily got out and hugged me screaming thank you. They ran into the house calling dibbs on which room was theirs, the rooms would be decorated later, but now I needed to get the kids ready for 'Pops'. The kids were excited to see Charlie after the countless stories and tales I told them about him. We all got in my sixteen year olds Zach's monster of a truck and made our way to Charlie's place. I couldn't wait to see his face when he saw how big my family had gotten… Little did I know the surprise visit was about to go fucking terribly wrong.
We all got out of the car and went straight inside in our 'stealth' mode, we were all silent and ready to surprise Pops, but guess what? Bella came storming out of the room and the door hit me straight in the mother fucking nose. Obviously I screamed bloody murder as did my sister for the surprise of me being there. The kids were trying to keep their snickers in but it wasn't working, I sent them a motherly glare and they immediately shut up. Charlie then chose that moment to open the door yet again, which then smacked me in the face- Yet a Fucking Again. This then caused my lightly bleeding nose to bleed heavily. He started to wave the gun at the kids so I stepped in front and well- smacked him. He then recovered from his state of shock and ushered me inside recognising the feel of my hand print on his cheek. It's not my fault he scared me countless time when I was younger- it was a natural reaction! He ushered us inside with Bella trailing after us flabbergasted. He and Bella then had an argument on how to deal with a bleeding noise, it went so far that they both had a hold of my hair and were using it as a rag toy. I honestly felt like a bobble head. I looked at my children for help but they were too busy rolling on the floor laughing video-tapping the whole ordeal. Then a group of La Push natives I'm guessing burst in and I escape to the nearest place- the coffee table- I held onto my nose in ultimate pain and breathed in a few times. So there I was stood there in black bow heels, denim short shorts, a short tank top and a small leather jacket and a fucking nose that was bleeding like a fucking fountain with a group of people I didn't know looking at me in amusement and confusion. However I was soon joined on my hiding spot by Zach and Scarlet, who were shivering in fear and pointing blindly at the floor, it was just then when I saw a fucking huge spider, and Bella running around with a glass and paper trying to scoop it up. Charlie started waving an ice pack and rag around my face. Whilst my kids just laughed and watched, my son John was taping the entire thing and pissing himself laughing. I looked up and finally recognised the new people, they were the guys playing football from before- well this was sure to be a questionable first impression. Lord above please help me, my prayer wasn't answered only more laughter reached my ears.
As I said before Mondays are absolutely crap.
Author Note-
Well that is my second chapter in Everybody Deserves Love, we finally got to meet Bella's sister and Charlie's daughter and get a feel of what she is like. In the next chapter we get to see what happens afterwards and meet the kids personally. Quick note, Elsa and Paul haven't imprinted but will soon since Elsa has been wearing glasses. I hope you have enjoyed it and found the encounter funny. Please review and rate. Also in your reviews please give me some names for Elsa's 'kids' and what you want them to be like.