CHAPTER2

Sunday, June 29th.

Holy Brownie Batter Batman

BPOV

"Okay boo, it says that we need to add two eggs, so, you start stirring, and I'ma get 'em," I patted Lij's head while he sat on my dining room table with a bowl of brownie mix in his lap.

It was one of my nights to babysit for Angie while she had to work a double at the diner, and Ben was at school. So, to pass the time, I decided that we make brownies, one of Elijah's favorites.

We'd added the oil and water but, I forgot the eggs so, I left him sitting contently, stirring; more like licking the spoon, while I went to get them.

"Two eggs coming…"

My words were cut off by a loud crash and Elijah screaming.

Dropping the eggs on the floor, I ran into the dining room to see Elijah, the whole front of him covered in batter, the chair where he had seconds ago had his feet, on it's side and Elijah on the floor crying, holding his right cheek.

Running over, I picked him up, asked his if he was okay, and lifted his hand away from where I started seeing blood seep thru his little fingers.

"Dis…ney…owwww" cried my little man, shaking with his sobs.

"I know baby, it's okay though, just a little cut, see? We can clean it up and you'll be as good as new." I soothed him.

What if he has a concussion…no he couldn't have hit his head that hard. But what if he did? Maybe I should take him to the doctor. But if I do Angie will never let me watch him again. No of course she will, this has happened to her plenty of times. But she's his mom, jackass.

After internally arguing with myself, I decided to take Elijah to one of the Pediatric doctor offices I did temp-work for a few months back. It was the only place I knew that allowed walk-ins except for the emergency room. And even though I was freaked out about how much damage I did to this kid, and he wasn't even mine, I didn't want to scare him.

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"Can you find the bird in the picture?" I read to Elijah, who was holding the Highlights magazine in his hands while we waited to see the doctor. He'd long forgotten about his cheek and was having too much fun playing with the other kids who were there. Thank the lordy bee, they had separate sides for well, and sick children, That's all I needed.

"Hey Ang, how was work? By the way, Elijah fell off the table…what was he doing on the table? Well we were making brownies…I know you don't like him to have sweets but, I went completely against your words and gave him some anyways. Well attempted but see, I left him alone, he fell, got a concussion and while we were at the doctors, I let him play with Cindy. Who's Cindy? Oh she's the little girl that had chicken pox! That's right chicken pox so, not only do you have to wake your son up every two hours, rub this on him."

Yeah, that'd go over like a fart in church.

"Elijah Moore," finally somebody called our name. Grabbing Elijah's hand, we made our way thru a frosted glass door that had cut outs of 'Winnie the Pooh, and Tigger too' on it.

"This way sweetie," she directed us to an empty room, told us the Doctor would be with us in a minute and left.

After only about five minutes the door opened just as I was sticking the tongue depressors in my mouth attempting to do an impression of a walrus for Elijah.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Cullen"

I turned around, and oh-em-gee I saw the most gorgeous man, that I'd ever laid my eyes on. Dwayne Johnson, sorry baby.

The man in front of me looked to be about twenty five-ish, beautiful bronze hair, slicked back like James Dean himself, The greenest eyes, they almost looked like that one ring of my moms…what did she say it was called? Emerald…yeah, that's it! His eyes were emerald! He had a sharp jaw, pointy nose, and perfect eyebrows. Perfectly shaven, and I could smell his cologne from where I stood. He was in pale blue scrubs, the top tucked into his drawstring bottoms, white lab coat over. But even through the bulky uniform I could see how wide his shoulders were. He had the sleeves of his coat pushed up, and his forearms were even muscular!

He was God-Forsaken-Scrumptious.

And I was still standing there with the depressors in my mouth. Quickly I took them out and shoved them in my back jeans pocket.

He cracked this devastating smile at me, and then looked to Elijah, "well hello there sir! Seems someone had a tumble huh?"

"Yeah, I's okay though, but Disney worries too much, mommy says" I told you, blabber mouth.

Dr. Cullen, or as I've already renamed him, Dr. McYummy, turned to look at me and with a raised eyebrown asked, "Are you mommy or Disney?"

"I'm Disney…well, I'm Bella…but he calls me Disney…but that's not my name…" I paused, berating myself, and tried again to regroup, "I'm not mommy" oh nice save there Ace!

"Okay Not Mommy, what happened here with this little guy?" Asked McYummy, as he pulled a stool under him and leaned towards Elijah, gently taking his chin in between his fingers, turning his face from side to side, examining his cheek.

"Me and Disney were making bwonies and when I went to stand on the chair so I could get down, I slipped on my socks, and I fell…I spilled all of 'em…" Elijah explained, looking pained when mentioning the loss of his poor snack. I made a mental note to buy out Betty Crocker's supply of ooey, gooey, chocolate-ness for him.

McYummy looked amused with Elijah's story and turned back to me, that smile returned to his face, "Brownies huh? Well, I'm jealous, I wish I had my own Not Mommy to make me some."

I will make you a dessert fool of them if you want! Shoot, you can even eat them off of me, I thought before I could control myself, then internally bitch-slapped myself.

I felt the blush…yup, there it is, all over my face. Damnit! "Well, we didn't get to the making part, obviously. As I was getting the eggs, he fell, and I came here. I figured it didn't look that bad but, I wanted to be more safe than sorry…especially when I tell his mom." I said, fidgeting in place.

"Well, you'll have a good report. It looks like just a nice cut but, should heal fine with some Neosporin, and kisses, right?" he said, patting Elijah's knee then getting up to go to a drawer in the room. Pulling out some antibiotic, with too long and difficult of a name for me to pronounce, a band-aid, and a q-tip.

Some kisses…hmm, I can imagine a few things I'd like to kiss on him.

There I go again! Damnit, shut up brain!!!

"I'll just clean it up, and you'll be good to go," he turned to me, finishing.

"Okay, great…thanks," I went to sit down next to Elijah when I noticed he looked scared as McYummy started cleaning his wound. Grabbing his hand, I kissed his chubby knuckles.

Before long, he was sporting a very boyish, Spiderman band-aid, a lollipop, and we were on our way back home. Leaving McYummy to the next helpless mother who wouldn't know what was gonna hit her as soon as he greeted her with that face.

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"I'm soooooo sorry Ang! I swear I was only gone for a minute and then, it all happened so quick. Please don't hate me, or think that things like this happen every time he's here. I swear it doesn't…you see! He's scar free…well before tonight and the doctor said that'll heal fine…just some Neosporin and kisses. And I've kissed him a lot, and you've seen the Neosporin commercials, they say it heals and barely leaves a mark!"

I ranted, and ranted until Angela put her hand over my mouth to muffle me.

"Bella…do you really think that's the first time that boy has fallen and hit his head? I'm his mother for god's sake, I dropped his more than ten times in his first year alone!" She turned to look lovingly at her son who was sleeping on my couch, before walking over and scooping him up. He didn't even flinch. Walking to my front door, comatose child in hands, she gave me a gentle smile, that only Angela could, and eased my world with her departing words "you're a great aunt, and he adores you…this is just a booboo, stop freaking out chick."

And with that she left, and I went to finish washing my table, that still had dried batter on it, all the while my thoughts kept drifting to the gorgeous man in scrubs with the jewel toned eyes.