I have to thank my a fantastic trio of friends for helping me with this: m0t0b33, teamalltwilight and Pyejammies! ;)
As always, I don't own anything Twilight related or anything else you might recognize in my story. I DO own the idea.
We'll just call them Hot Mama and Jailbait. :) Check the pictures in my FB group: Addicted-to-romione-bedward Fanfiction (link on my profile)
I like that most of you think of Jailbait as a mother...fucker in the real sense of the word. Soon. ;)
Edward's POV
When Bella told me last night that we're waking early, I thought she meant eight, not fucking five AM.
I can't keep my eyes open, nearly poured coffee on my pants then stumbled over my feet on my way to the garage. Thankfully I was carrying suitcases not the turkey. Bella would have killed me.
Now I'm in the passenger seat of her fancy car, dozing off.
I remember the day Dad decided to buy Bella a new car - how could I forget that epic moment? I was sleeping peacefully after I'd just snuck inside at the crack of dawn when the crazy banshee started screaming so loud I thought she was being murdered.
I rushed to their room and after knocking once I poked my head inside only to be snatched in a suffocating hug by Bella. With her arms still around my neck, she was jumping up and down.
I remember exchanging a confused look with Dad to which he shook his head, prying his crazy wife from my arms. Then they told me he was buying her a new car for her birthday...that day. Awesome.
Needless to say, I didn't get to sleep being dragged out car shopping. I was sure we'd buy from the Mercedes dealership - the first stop. I was mistaken. Bella didn't see anything to strike her fancy.
Dad tried convincing her for almost an hour to buy some car, but she demanded that she didn't want a Mercedes, especially when he told her that his was still good after ten years. No. Not good enough for Bella.
Next we tried the Volvo store at my suggestion. A big no again.
Then we decided on something else. We stopped at Nissan where Bella fell in love with an Infiniti – the concept. Dad said he'd buy it without blinking, but I wasn't one to judge. He bought my Camaro on my sixteenth birthday. I woke up and looked out the window to see where that roaring engine noise was coming from - nearly died when I saw the sleek black car. And when I bounded down the stairs, Bella was at the front door with a keychain dangling from her little finger.
"Happy birthday," she whispered, kissing my cheek. "Carl got called at work an hour ago. He really wanted to be here."
"Mine?" I gasped, taking the keys from her.
She nodded and I rushed out in my pajamas, then started touching the car before getting inside.
"Awesome! I love it!" I shouted, getting out and running to her.
"Hey, you okay?" Bella's voice brings me back to the moment.
"Yeah," I croak. Shit, I feel tears on my cheeks. "Thinking of Dad," I admit.
She reaches for my leg and pats it. "I miss him too. So much," she whispers, biting her lip.
I gulp thickly. "It's almost a year. Jesus..." I rub my eyes, willing the tears away.
"Yeah. Can't believe it's been a year." Her voice sounds so far away.
When I chance a look at her, I see she's crying, her eyes narrowed on the road ahead.
I try to lighten the mood by telling her what made me think of Dad - her car.
Bella giggles, wiping her cheek. "Don't say a bad word about Snowflake!"
I burst in laughter. "Still can't believe you named this monster Snowflake! It's such a...girl's car."
"I am a girl," she says with a phony voice.
"Yep." I nod. "My girl best friend." Without thinking, I lean closer and kiss her cheek.
She smells so fucking good.
And the small gasp that escapes her lips is worth kissing her cheek again.
"Behave," she murmurs, turning her head to me.
Her lips are so close and when our eyes meet, I think she reads too much in my expression so righting in my seat I look out the window.
I can't wait to see what happens in Aspen. I'm dreaming of that week we're going to spend there.
Thinking of what Emmett told me about asking her about her favorite singers and actors, I look through the CDs she has there. No young guys.
"So..." I drag the words out.
"Yeah?"
"When we get back...maybe we could go to the movies? I bet there are going to be some nice Christmas themed movies."
"Sounds good." She nods.
"What actors would you like in the movie?" I ask, feeling my ears heating up. Maybe she won't read too much into this.
Bella bursts into a verbal diarrhea, but I learn a lot about her favorites - most of them are young...around my age or one or two years older. Besides the heavy names like De Niro or Cruise or Pitt. Yeah, old fuckers.
I hope Emmett's right.
She keeps telling me about young guys from the movies. I don't know half of them so while she's focused on driving and talking, I Google them. And whoa! Some are really good-looking.
Please, Emmett. Please, be right.
I'm losing my mind with this woman.
We reach Portland relatively quickly since Bella drives like crazy. She's not allowed to criticize my driving skills. Ever.
I help Bella with our bags and when we walk to the front door, it opens and Grandma is there. I brace myself for Grandma Kitty and her moth balls smell.
"Come on, man up," Bella whispers, putting a smile on her face and marching ahead.
I take a deep breath and shuffle after her.
"Isabella, so good to see you!" Grandma exclaims before hugging Bella. "Edward!" she wails, pushing Bella away and hugging me. "My favorite grandson."
Your only grandson, you hog.
"Hi, Grandma," I mumble.
"You've grown up, huh?"
"Too true," Bella answers, trying to save me from small talk. "How have you been, Kitty?"
"Oh, I'm good. Just me and the cats." She shrugs, allowing us inside.
The cats! I think horrified.
I've forgotten about the cats.
I fucking hate her cats.
Actually, I hate cats. Period.
Crazy, devil sent animals.
The last time we visited, she had five, I hope there aren't more.
I help Bella with the suitcases, just remembering that Grandma has only one guest room – I'll have to fit on her small couch again. Fucking shit.
I leave my bag in the guest room too then join them in the kitchen. Grandma's gushing over the turkey and cookies while Bella unpacks all the food bags we brought.
I feel something soft against my leg and shout before realizing it's just a cat. Mr. Spinkle or Sparkle or something…this is the first cat she brought in.
As if on cue, Bella sneezed.
The last time we visited, Grandma took pity and told us to leave early because of Bella's allergy. Maybe we'll be lucky once again.
"Oh, they're hungry," Grandma tells us just as more cats appears. They're various sizes and colors – there are more than last year.
"How many do you have, Kitty?" Bella groans, her eyes widening in horror.
"Well, they make keep having kittens and I can't throw them out…"
"Oh my God!" Bella shouts.
There are over ten cats in the small kitchen.
She starts sneezing repeatedly until she leaves the kitchen. Super.
"Uh, maybe we can go to a special center and drop them there. You sure don't need a dozen cats," I tell her, trying not to panic as I'm literally swimming in cats.
"I'm not killing them!" she demands.
"I didn't say that! We'll get them to the animal protection or whatever that thing is called. They'll find them a new home. What do you feed them on?" I wonder. "It must be expensive."
"They eat cat food and fish sometimes. Oh, and milk."
"Please, Grandma. I don't know how you can stay with them here…but they creep me out and look, Bella's not okay around them."
She ponders on that then nods. She's sad and as much as I don't like, I don't like seeing her sad.
"Look, you can keep Mr. Spinkle or whatever his name is. Okay?"
"Mr. Spike, Edward," she reminds me. "Can I keep Beady too?"
Beady – Mr. Spike's spouse.
"'Kay. Let's get them all and put them in a box or something."
"Now?" she asks, panicked.
"Yes, Grandma."
I go in search of cats because they scurried away as if knowing they'll disappear soon. In my cat quest I find Bella in the guest room, dusting the bed sheet.
"Hey, I convinced Grandma to get rid of her cats."
"You're joking?" she asks surprised.
"Nope. But can you call and see if the center is open today? I want to take them out of the house. I never liked them, and besides they are not good for you," I say softly.
She smiles a little. "Yeah, I had no idea I was allergic to cats until I met Kitty and her army of them."
A phone call later, we know we have two hours to get the cats to the veterinary clinic – they'll take it from there.
I never thought I'd spend my Thanksgiving chasing cats.
Grandma's sobbing in her armchair as I come to the box Bella installed in the hallway with one or two cats from every fucking corner of the house. I'm sure we'll miss one or two but there won't be a soup of cats in this small house.
"Don't hurt them!" Grandma shouts from her armchair as I maneuver three rabid cats.
I'm holding them by the skin behind their head – it doesn't hurt them but they're writhing around. I have a ton of scratches on my hands.
When I'm finally done, we drive them to the clinic. Bella says she'll air the house. It stinks.
The woman waiting for us at the clinic is shocked to see how many cats we've brought in. She promises to tell Grandma about their new owners.
On the way home, she tells me that it's a good thing I took action because it was difficult to take care of them but she loved them all.
Once back at her home, it's almost like we stepped in a different house. It smells nice. Bella used those air freshener thingies.
"She really takes care of you, doesn't she?" Grandma whispers, cupping my cheek.
She's so freaking small but she reaches my cheek.
I nod, grinning.
"I was so worried. I thought she'd throw you to the curb after Carlisle died. I never expected Isabella to be such a wonderful woman. I should apologize, huh?"
I see Bella in the kitchen's doorway. She has tears in her eyes, she looks sad that Grandma didn't give her enough credit.
"You should," I agree. "Bella's amazing," I say it looking in her beautiful eyes.
Maybe Grandma Kitty is not so bad after all, huh?
If you want to see Grandma Kitty or the cars go to my FB group at photos and the album under the story's name. ;)