Hello to my readers! I have edited this chapter as of January 2010, so read again if you read this story in 2009!
Now, on to the story!!!!
But first:
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight *frowny face*
Claimer: I do own a jar of Nutella! *smiley face*
Eating An Ice-Cream Cone Chapter 1
I began frantically thinking. We only had two weeks. Two weeks. Such a short time. Just then, Nessie toddled over to me. Her bronze curls framed her face perfectly.
"Mommy?" she asked in a voice sounding like golden wind chimes. It constantly hurt me to look at her, to hear her voice, because she was so much like her father. Even her smile had that same crooked quality about it.
I pushed my negative thoughts to the back of my head, and put on my "Happy Mommy" face that I used all the time with Nessie. She was lucky I was a good actress.
"Yes sweetie?" I responded, trying not to let my voice break.
"I got ice-cream on my dress, can I get into my jammies now?"
She had gotten chocolate all down her dress, so I agreed, even though it was only 6pm. Nessie got changed into her pajamas and we stayed up reading Cinderella until 8.
My baby was literally drooping her head as I kissed her goodnight on her forehead.
"Mommy? Did Daddy go the same place as Grandpa Charlie?" she asked out of the blue. I was caught off guard. Charlie had died last month, and the pain was still fresh in my mind. I hadn't ever told Nessie about her father, just that she had one and he left. I had told her that Charlie had left us, yes, that's where she got it from.
"No, honey, Charlie left to go to heaven, while your father left before he knew I was going to have you."
"Why didn't you tell him? He would come back for me right?" She started crying. My heart broke at that question.
"Sweetie, he didn't come back for me. I'm sure if he knew about you he would, but now I have no idea where in the world he is.
You have me, darling, and whether or not your Daddy ever comes through the front door doesn't matter. You'll always have me, even when you can't see me."
Nessie seemed comforted.
"'Kay" she said, sounding exhausted.
"Now you get some sleep, darling. Goodnight"
I don't think she properly heard me, because she just nodded and closed her eyes. As she drifted off to sleep, I tip-toed out of the room, turned off the light and shut the door.
I walked over to my room and got ready for bed. When I was completely relaxed, I walked over to my closet.
At the top of my closet is a shelf so high up you need a tall stool to reach it.
At the very back of this shelf is a dusty old box.
In the dusty old box is an old photo album from High School.
On the very last page of the album is a photo stuck in with sellotape.
If you were to tear that photo off from the paper, you would find a phone number.
That phone number was now typed into my phone, my hands trembling. I finally found the courage to press the dial button.
The phone rang twice, and then a voice like velvet answered "Hello? Edward Cullen"
I paused, "Hi Edward" I said shakily "It's Bella"