Three days since the last time I had spoken to Edward. He had sent e-mails but they were all the same.
He didnt know how they got in his car.
And all I could do was cry and think.
At night, I had nightmares. A girl in his car and the two of them in the back seat; Ej's spare carseat in the trunk of the car.
Did she know that he was married, that he had a little boy with blue eyes just like his and bronzed hair?
Today, was the Halloween party.
The FRG had splurred and it wasnt on base, but at a local beach hall. Ange drove, and we wore matching black dresses.
Above the knees, but still nice enough that we could look both sexy and classy.
Noting my desire to do nothing, she had straightened my dark brown hair so it was pin-straight and had done my make-up. My green eyes blazed under the dark mascara and eye-makeup.
It was four-forty-five and the party was to begin at five. She parked her mini-van by the dock, we'd have to walk through the sand to get to the Hall.
I lifted Ej out of his car seat as he giggled pulling on his fake mane and looking as adorable as ever.
Blaire's curly blonde hair was pinned up and she had a small tiara on her little head, she looked like a real princess.
The four of us walked through the sand actually excited by tonight's event. Ej even seemed to know it'd be a fun-filled night. At least, I hoped it to be.
Sometimes with military wives, there could be some drama.
We passed the volleyball field and a ball flew passed me and landed in front of Angela.
Pissed off, I looked up at who would be throwing a volleyball when there was children and babies passing and my jaw-dropped.
In nothing but denim shorts, a tan 6"2, male approached us and smiled a lopsided grin.
Black.
Jacob black.
"Hey there miss Swan," he drawled as he took the ball from the spot it had landed.
Ange stared at him apprehensively and gave me a look and mouthed, Swan?
I shrugged, "Hello Officer Black."
"Cute kid," he said walking passed us and pulling on Ej's tail. "You stay out of trouble now gals. Sorry about the ball."
And he ran back towards the volleyball net where the rest of his buddies seemed to be.
We walked ahead and Ange didnt say a word until we were at the entrance of the hall.
"You better spill later."
Shaking my head, I opened the door to the entrance and chuckled. "There's nothing to spill."
A/N: These chapters will be short. As I will be jumping around days, weeks, months. My main priority is "The Company", but I will be finishing this story.