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A Hard Day's Night

Bella's Point of View

Rose and I gathered up the children to go up to the playground. Watching from across the playground I noticed Masen sitting all by himself at one of the red tables. His legs swung back and forth as he picked at his lunch. I felt so bad for him; his best friend, Sam, had moved to California.

Last Friday after school, I didn't think anything of it when I saw Sam's mother Emily waiting for him by the classroom. He usually went to daycare, but I thought maybe she got the day off. On Monday, Sam didn't show up; the same for Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and now Friday. It turns out that Emily had gotten a job at a prestigious high school in California and they moved over the weekend.

The most difficult thing for Masen was not being able to say goodbye to Sam. They had known each other since kindergarten. Sam would follow Masen everywhere; he barely spoke which was great for Masen since he could talk your ear off.

Not that Emily and I were friends, but I wished she would have warned me about the move beforehand. Masen definitely wasn't handling the absence of his friend very well. He was acting out at home and in the classroom It was really hard to get mad at him when he was going through all of this. I didn't want him to be by himself; I wanted him to have fun.

"Bella, I can watch them. Do you want to stay with Masen?" Rose came toward me.

"Are you sure?" I asked, I didn't want to make her watch all the rascals by herself.

"Go, Bella." She smiled and then drew her attention back to the children. "All right, everyone in a single file line."

Walking over to Masen, I couldn't help but notice his untouched food. I sat down beside him and ran my fingers through his unruly hair, "You okay, Mase?"

He shook his head without a word. "Honey, I know it's hard to lose your best friend, but I am sure you have other friends."

"But they're not Sam," he pouted, and tears welled up in his brown eyes.

I wrapped my arms around him, "Oh, Mase, honey, it's going to be okay."

He stayed quiet and I opened a bag of his Ritz crackers with cheddar cheese. Handing him one of the crackers, I took another one for myself. He looked at the cracker a couple of seconds before he finally took a bite. I sat with him until he finished his lunch, and then we went up to the playground.

I watched as he tried to play handball with the other kids, but he wasn't enjoying it. He went over to the far right corner pushing the tether ball back and forth.

"Poor Masen. I have never seen him look so sad before." Rose came over to me.

I sighed, "I don't know what to do. All he does is mope around at home and try to get attention. He has tantrums over the stupidest things."

"It's still fresh. I'm sure in two weeks or less he will be back to his hyper self."

"I sure hope so," I mumbled and looked back at Masen.

The bell rang shortly after that and Masen trod slowly toward his line. I went over to him and pulled him aside. I kissed his the top of his head. "Put a smile on that face." He tried not to but the grin won over and he gave me a hug. I knew he would be alright the remainder of the day as I went back with Rose toward the cafeteria.

When the day was over, Mrs. Weber pulled me aside. She wanted to let me know Masen had a hard time today. He didn't want to leave the classroom or have free time because Sam wasn't there. She was actually nice for once and said she understood why he was acting this way. I was pleased I didn't have to talk to her again about my parenting skills—I might've had to clock her.

We arrived home at the same time as Tanya, but she would be leaving soon since she had to cheer at a basketball game. Quickly grabbing the bread, butter, and two cheese slices, I made her a grilled cheese sandwich to go.

Tanya came downstairs in her short green and yellow cheerleading uniform. Her hair was in a tight ponytail on the top of her head. She looked beautiful.

"Thanks, Mom," she kissed my cheek as she took her sandwich and headed out the door.

I rinsed the dirty pan and put away the food before looking to see where Masen was. My heart ached for him, as I watched him sitting on the couch with Brownie in his lap. He stared at the black screen on the television, his eyes slightly teary. I missed seeing him with a big grin on his face.

The front door opened and the black boats squeaking against the tile alerted me of Edward's presence. I walked away from Masen to find Edward right behind me. Glancing up and down his body, I noticed he was showered and clean for once, with a beer in his hand.

He leaned down and gave me a chaste kiss on my lips. "How's he doing?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "He's sad. He doesn't want to interact with the other kids. I sent Emily a text asking her for her new phone number earlier, so Masen could call Sam. A few seconds later I got a text saying that the phone number doesn't exist anymore."

Edward's eyebrows raised in disbelief. "What do you mean the number doesn't exist anymore? Does she not want anyone to contact her or Sam?"

"I don't know. I feel bad for both boys. Sam was really Masen's only friend. Yes, Masen talks to just about anyone, but Sam and he were neck and neck with each other. I wonder how Sam was dealing with all of this. He is such a quiet kid— oh— Mrs. Weber mentioned that I guess Sam was taking medicine for his anxiety attacks."

"Mrs. Weber? Since when have you two been friends?" He choked a laugh.

"We're definitely not friends, but she wanted to let me know that Masen has been very down. She also mentioned to me that she understood why he was acting this way. We will never be friends" I emphasized the last part.

"Whatever you say," he licked his lips, sporting a grin.

I shoved his chest playfully, and laughed when he lost his balance stumbling back a bit. "So, what would you like me to make for dinner tonight?"

He held a mischievous smile on his face. "You?"

"Edward," I warned.

"Alright, alright, joking aside. I don't really know, did you ask Masen what he wanted to eat?"

Shaking my head, "No," I paused and suddenly I thought of an idea. "Hey, it's been a while since it was just the three of us. Why don't we take Masen out to eat and see that zoo movie? He told me he wanted to see it a few weeks ago."

He kissed my cheek. "I think that is a great idea."

While I went over to ask Masen if he would like to go out to eat and see the movie, Edward was finished up his beer. Entering the family room, I noticed that Masen was still in the same position, except this time he was talking to Brownie.

"You and Lester are my only friends now. Sam used to be my friend, but not anymore. He left me; I guess I talked too much. You don't mind that I talk a lot do you?" Brownie stared at him.

I could feel the tears start to pour down my face. Sam moving away had nothing to do with him; I thought that I had established that point a few nights ago, but apparently not. Walking over to him, I pulled Masen into my arms.

"Masen, Sam didn't leave you because you talked too much," I told him as I rocked him back and forth.

"Then why doesn't he call me?" he cried.

That was a question I didn't have an answer for, but I truly wished I did. "I don't know, buddy."

His head dropped and I held him tighter. We were silent until Edward joined us. "Hey are we going to go? We Bought a Zoo starts at seven thirty. If we want to eat dinner beforehand we have to leave now."

With a big grin on his face, Masen jumped up, almost knocking Brownie over. "You're taking me to the zoo movie?"

"Would you like to go out to dinner and see that movie?" I asked him, already knowing what his answer would be.

"Really?" he asked with a hopeful expression.

"Yes, Mase. Go get your shoes on and then we will go." Edward told him, buttoning up his black and grey checkered flannel shirt.

After putting Brownie in the kitchen, I put the baby gate up so she wouldn't wander around the house. Masen came barreling down the stairs in his Nike shoes and matching flannel shirt. My two boys looked the same.

"Ready to go?" Edward asked.

Masen nodded his head and we piled into Edward's truck. Masen wanted pizza tonight, so we were going to the local pizza joint.

I don't know what it is with men, but they all speed like little demons. There was a tight parking space in front, and of course Edward got his truck to fit. I had to close my eyes as he backed into it.

Since it was packed inside, Masen and I grabbed a table while Edward went up to the counter to order. We found a secluded table in the corner near the arcade games. Edward walked over to us five minutes later with the plastic number.

"They said it would be about fifteen minutes," he said, sitting down in the chair across from Masen and me.

"That's not a long wait at all," I noted.

He shook his head and put his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans.

Masen sat with us reading one of his books. He was totally oblivious to the fact that his father was playing footsie with me. I gave Edward a stern look and he continued to grin at me.

He pulled his foot away when the waiter came with two bottles of Heineken and a small Sprite. Edward graciously took his beer; I swear sometimes I wondered who he loved more beer or me. He drank at least two beers a night.

As I went to take a sip of my beer, Edward's foot started creeping up my leg again. I gave him the look and in turn received a crooked grin. "Edward, stop," I whispered.

"I don't know what you are talking about." He played the innocent card.

"You know, Dad, if you want to kiss Momma, you can. I see you kiss each other all the time at home," Masen told Edward without looking up from his book.

"See, wifey, he doesn't mind if I give you a kiss. Why don't you come over here and give me a little sugar?" He leaned back in the booth.

Chuckling at his last statement I leaned across the table and gave him a chaste kiss. The large cheese pizza with sausage and olives arrived minutes later. Edward served Masen and me first before grabbing himself a slice. Masen gave us each a side of ranch—pizza with ranch was the best.

Masen seemed like he was happy as he and Edward diverged in a couple of jokes with one another. He was my little ray of sunshine; it hurt me to see that he was sad, so I was happy to see him crack that smile.

Edward ate half the pizza while Masen and I shared the other half. It was an enjoyable dinner with conversation flowing freely. The movie theater was right across the street, so we walked over.

Masen and I waited for Edward as he paid for the tickets. Looking over at Edward, I couldn't help but notice a woman with big platinum blonde hair admiring his backside. It wasn't hard to blame her. He did have an incredible ass, but that ass was mine to ogle at, not hers. My eyes glared daggers at her head.

Edward swaggered over to us with a knowing smirk. "I still got it, babe," he whispered in my ear with a smirk.

Wrapping an arm around my shoulders, he kissed my cheek. We walked inside and over to the concession stand. Masen wanted popcorn with extra butter, M&M candies, and a Coca-Cola icy. Edward and I were going splurge and let him get what he wanted. I was partly full from dinner, but I would definitely be eating some movie popcorn.

The theater was packed, since it was really the only place for kids to hang out. Thankfully, there weren't that many people planning on seeing We Bought a Zoo, because I didn't want to deal with those kids.

Masen wanted to sit in the center of the back row; we walked up the stairs and Masen and Edward decided that they wanted me to sit in between them. Masen swung his legs back and forth—poor kid inherited my height—hopefully, some day he will get a growth spurt.

The previews came on shortly after we took our seats. Edward put his arm around the back of my chair, and I slowly cuddled into him. Masen wasn't too enthusiastic with the previews; I have to admit I wasn't that fond of them either.

Twenty minutes into the film I squirmed at the feeling of a hand on my thigh. Snapping my head, I looked at Edward's face. He was acting like he was oblivious to what his hand was doing, but I knew better. I threw Masen a quick glance, pleased that he was into the movie, and went to smack Edward's hand off my thigh.

"What?" he asked, shaking his hand.

"Stop it, you horny old man," I hissed.

He looked taken aback, but I knew better. "Horny old man? I am not an old man! Come on, I'll show you. Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes." He looked so serious.

"You have got to be kidding me." I nudged my head toward Masen.

"You know Momma and Dad, it's not polite to talk during a movie," Masen hushed, interrupting us.

"Sorry," we both apologized and looked back toward the screen.

"It's your fault for calling me a horny old man," Edward pouted a few seconds later.

Rolling my eyes at him, I pinched the skin of his arm making him screech like a little girl. "That'll teach you to keep your hands to yourself."

"What the fuck?" he hissed at me.

Masen popped a piece of popcorn in his mouth and shook his head at us. "Kids these days," he sighed.

I couldn't help but laugh at Masen. He was too adorable for his own good. That's probably why he got away with so much.

During the remainder of the movie, Edward kept his mouth shut and hands to himself—beside the arm cradling my shoulder. Overall, the movie was very sweet and endearing. Masen was very happy with the movie. Edward on the other hand, fell asleep with a dribble of drool pooling down his shirt.

At the same time the lights came on, Edward snored loudly waking himself up. "The hell?" he whispered, wiping the drool of his chin.

"Morning, sunshine." I giggled.

"Very funny, Bella," he scowled and stood up.

As soon as the crisp cool air flitted against my skin, I shuddered. Edward pulled me into his warm body as we walked across the deserted street.

He put the key into the ignition and I quickly turned on the warm air. It took Masen ten minutes before he fell asleep and his quiet snores filled the silence.

When we arrived home, Edward held a sleeping Masen while I unlocked the front door. Edward took him straight up to his room and tucked him in. I let Brownie out to use the restroom. Opening the door to let her back in, she rushed past me and up the stairs. She always slept on Masen's bed.

I kept the outside lights on for Tanya. I wasn't sure how long she would be out. It was a Friday night, after all. Dragging my heavy feet up the stairs, I walked into the bedroom.

Edward came out of the bathroom wearing his boxers and long white socks. It was hard not to ogle the defined planes of his stomach. His smirk and wink brought me out of my inner musings.

"I knew you couldn't resist me." He was acting like a soap opera actor. One second he was standing by the bathroom door and the next he was up in the air and landing on the bed. He rolled onto his side, one hand supporting his head, the other running along the comforter.

"Would you like to come join me on this big bed? I'm feeling a bit lonely right now." I didn't know what was up with him, but it surely cracked me the hell up.

"What..?" He interrupted me, "Mr. Cullen is waiting for you." He lifted his right bushy brow.

"Oh, no please don't talk in third person." I groaned. He usually did this when he was trying to get me to have sex with him.

He rolled over to my side of the bed with a glimmering smile. "Come on, Mrs. Cullen, let's do a little horizontal tango on this comfortable bed."

"Edward," I giggled.

He rolled over a little too fast, landing hard on the carpet flooring. "Shit! That fucking hurt."

I rushed over to him to make sure he was okay. He quickly stood up with a flushed face. I could tell he was a little embarrassed. Walking into the bathroom, I stripped off my jeans and t-shirt.

Before leaving the bathroom, I quickly brushed my teeth and used the toilet. Strutting into the bedroom, Edward looked like he was asleep, but I couldn't be sure. I cuddled into the bed and turned off the light. Not a second later Edward rolled on top of me and pulled the comforter over our heads.

"Mr. Edward Junior has arrived and would like to come and play with Miss Bella's bundle of nerves." He attached his lips to my neck and ground his hard length against my warm heat. I definitely would not be getting any sleep tonight.

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