This boy will be the death of me. I swear, trouble follows him like a homesick puppy. It was just a short shopping trip, just to get new pants for Edward, the boy grows like a dandelion, and to let Edward pick out a late birthday present. I spoil him, but come on, my baby is five now, five!
It was going to be a pleasurable day spent with my son. Yet, my short little shopping trip has turned me into a complete mess. Why, you might ask. Because a cretin little bronze headed boy has gone and wondered off that's why!
I turned my back for one minute and *Poof* the kid had vanished. I've searched everywhere, asked everyone, and have yelled Edward's name for the millionth time. Nothing. Honestly, a five year old is walking around by himself, you think it wouldn't be so hard to find him. That is, unless someone took him. No! No, no, no! I would kill anyone who dared lay a hand on my child. I'd rip them to shreds, put them back together, then rip them to shreds again!
My efforts for finding my wayward boy quickly multiplied by ten. I had to find him. I wouldn't be able to stop worrying until he was safely in my arms. I ran down the street calling and looking. I'd just about given up hope, when I spotted a familiar looking bronze head.
He had his back to me, he was looking in a store window, his face was pressed up against the glass like he was looking into a toy store. "Edward!" I called, trying to swallow the angry that welled up inside me and just concentrate on the relief. "Hi dada." Edward waved cheerily as I quickly closed the distance between us.
"Edward, what on earth were you thinking? What if something had happened to you? I wouldn't have known." Edward hung his head. "I'm sorry dada. I thought you were with me." After hearing a distinct sniff, I quickly gathered Edward into my arms. "Shh, its alright now. I'm not mad, but please, stay close to me next time."
"Ok daddy." I kissed his cheek. "What were you looking at anyway?"
"Pianos daddy. Look." He pointed to the store he had been at, a piano store. "Can we go in? Pwease daddy?" I swear he talks like a baby on purpose sometimes. "Alright, we can go in for a bit. But we are not coming out with a piano, understand?"
"Yes, sir!" Edward clapped excitedly.
Edward ran to each piano, running his little hands over the polished wood and ivory keys. He looked like a miniature Maestro the way he treated the thing. "I never knew you liked pianos so much son." Edward looked up, a contemplative look on his face. "I 'member, I think mommy use to pway the piano. I liked listening to it, I think." I stroked his brownish red hair back gently. "Yes, I remember your mother loved the piano. Sometimes when I came over to visit, she'd play and you'd come and sit on my lap to listen. You'd fall asleep before it was over usually." Edward smiled, happy I could remember for him.
"Daddy?"
"Yes sweetheart."
"You said I could pick out whatever I wanted for my birfday, right?" He still couldn't get the th sound that good. Adorable. "Yes I did. Why?" I asked, slightly worried about where he was taking this. "I want a piano." Oh bother. "Edward, maybe you'd like something smaller?"
"No daddy, I really want a piano. Pwease?" There is that cursed Pwease again. "Edward, look…" I didn't have time to explain, he cut me off. "It's alright daddy, I understand." The look he gave made me feel like I had just killed his favorite pet. Oh, would it be so bad to have a piano? He would probably be really good, like Elizabeth. No Carlisle, if you give into him you'll spoil him rotten. But look at that face. Damn. "Alright Edward, you may have a piano for your birthday present."
His emerald eyes lit up. "Really daddy, for real?" I smiled at him. "Yes really for real. But I expect it to be used mister. I don't want an old piano sitting around my house collecting nothing but dust."
"Oh yes daddy, I'll learn to play, just like mommy. I'll practice everyday. You'll see daddy, I promise." I picked him up and kissed his cheek that had become red with excitement. "I can see it now, Edward Cullen, the greatest pianist known to man."