June 20th 2010
I was laughing with Charlie on the Porch about all the times he had thought about shooting me, and which type of gun I should invest in for Emma's protection, as well as my own piece of mind when my daughter came skidding onto the porch, hugging around my leg.
I stroked her hair, "hey Em what's up?"
She shook her head and pulled on my hand. "Mummy..." She gasped.
I read the urgency in her eyes and bolted through the house, Charlie was more than three paces behind me, and I think he was more than impressed that I managed to cross the entire house in four strides.
I flew into the kitchen to see my wife stood at the sink, wrapping her hand in a wet dish cloth. I walked over to stand behind her. She looked up and put her had out of view.
"Its fine..." She said but I caught her wrist, pulling it for me to inspect.
I gently un-wound the bloody dish cloth to reveal a long cut along the inside of her palm.
She opened her mouth to speak when I gave her a withering look. She shut her mouth and sighed, watching me as I examined the cut, her blood going all over my fingers.
"Its not deep, I'll wrap it up for you." I said and steered her back towards the table, my hand under her elbow to keep it elevated.
She frowned as I pulled the chair out for her to sit, "Edward Its fine."
I grabbed Charlie's first aid kit off of the top of the fridge and sat down opposite her, shrugging out of my jacket and rolling up my shirt sleeves as I did so.
"Trust me, I'm a doctor." I said seriously and she smiled slightly, extending her hand towards me a i cleaned the cut, not liking it when she hissed though her teeth.
"Sorry love." I whispered and wrapped it tightly to stop the bleeding.
Charlie walked in with Emma then, my daughter coming to stand beside me, here hands on my thigh as she watched he bandage her mother's hand.
Charlie sighed and washed he bloody kitchen knife so Emma couldn't see. I smiled a thank you at him and I sighed, looking back at my wife.
"You told me you'd rest after you'd finished." I reminded her.
She sighed and leant her head in the hand I wasn't wrapping.
"I was going to I just... thought it would be nice if I washed up..."
My eyes flashed and she was quiet. Charlie sighed and shook his head.
"This isn't the first time he's had to sort you out either, if I remember correctly." Her father said and I felt a smile tug at the corners of my mouth.
September 19th 2005
I knocked on the door the Charlie's house three times. Even though the key was in my pocket, I could never bring myself to use it, this was his house, and I was thankful that I was still welcome in it.
Charlie opened it and smiled at seeing me. I nodded and walked into the house. I was around here nearly days now... well, the days when Bella wasn't at mine, which was nearly every day. So basically, although Bella had moved in with me at my parents, she still came home nearly every night to cook Charlie his dinner.
Although I knew that Charlie wasn't the most gifted in the kitchen, Charlie could see that it bothered me that Bella was on her feet for that amount of time, and so as a peace keeping move, I now came with her every day.
I had been at medical school today, and so Bella had been with her father all day, which I think they had both been looking forward to. Bella was due for her ultrasound early the next morning, so I doubted we would be staying late. She found it hard enough to get to sleep as it was, and then waking up was as much of a challenge.
There was a crash from the kitchen and I flew past Charlie, sliding to a stop beside my girlfriend, who was bent down on the floor picking up pieces of a broken mug. My eyes blazed and I crouched down in front of her.
"Sit down." I barked and she did so. I put the pieces of broken mug in the bin and was about to sit down opposite her when I noticed that she had her had balled into a fist.
I held my hand open and had my jaw set as she sighed, unfolding her hand to reveal a long gash up the inside of her finger.
I frowned, "Where's the first aid kit?"
"On top of the fridge." She spoke quietly.
I retrieved it and sat down opposite her. Neither of us spoke as I fixed her finger.
"There, finished." I said and turned away to put the small green box back in its rightful place beside the bread bin.
Bella gasped quietly and her hands flew to her rounded stomach. I spun and landed in my seat.
"Bella?" I demanded.
Tears rolled down her face and I wiped them away hurriedly, "What's wrong, what hurts?"
She shook her head and took both my hands, placing them on her stomach under her own.
I opened my mouth to speak when a soft thumping came against my hands.
My own tears rolled down my cheeks and we beamed at one another, both of us crying like idiots as we felt out baby kick from side her.
"I love you." I whispered.
She beamed back and hooked her hands in my hair, "I love you to."
June 20th 2010
I laughed and lifted Emma into my lap, she looked at me for confirmation into what her grandfather had said. I kissed her hair and gestured to her mother.
"Last time I had to make mummy better in Granddads kitchen, she you were the baby inside mummy, and that was when we first felt you move." I told her gently.
Emma smiled and put her had on Bella stomach.
"Yeh?" She said quietly.
I rubbed her back and kissed her hair, pulling her back into my lap and tickling her, causing her to giggle.
"Yeh." I replied quietly and she smiled, nestling her head under my chin and wrapping her arms far around me as she could.
Bella smiled at me and Charlie did to.
"You make me look bad son." He laughed and sat down at the other side of the table, just as the doorbell rang.