Bella
I took a deep breath, I was to spend the day with Edward and Wyatt. I was so nervous. I sat at the small kitchen table I picked up from the college, rubbing Kilo's head.
He was sort of a copping mechanism, always calming me no matter the reason to be worked up.
I had given Edward my address and he said he'd pick me up at eight in the morning. We would go out for most of the day then have dinner at his apartment.
I counted the ticks of my wall clock as I waited.
But soon my thoughts turned to how amazing Edward was.
The most perfectly white smile, piercing emerald eyes and sharp features. And his hair. God, he looked like a rock star rolling out of bed, recovering from a rough night. The color was an odd bronze, like a weathered penny. And then the matter of his body. I remembered how hard his chest had been, seeing the lines and plains beneath his tight black shirts.
My breathing became loud and I was misted in sweat. Great.
But I kept envisioning what it'd be like to see him without his black shirts and jeans. Then that lead to what it'd be like to have sex with this god of a man.
Whoa, slow down Sparky.
But I couldn't. The bed, the shower, my couch, the kitchen counter, this table.
I groaned and dropped my head to the table.
"I'm such a perv-"
My doorbell rang. Kilo started barking and I put him in my room.
I shot up and raced to the mirror to tame my hair and then went to the door.
I took a slow breath then opened it. Swoon and sigh. He stood there in a flannel button up and a white tee underneath with light jeans and white Adidas shoes.
He smiled and I glanced down to see a head of dark red, messy hair and the same green eyes. He had a sprinkling of light freckles on his nose and cheeks.
"Wyatt, this is Bella, Bella this is Wyatt."
I smiled and crouched to his level.
"Hi, I'm a friend of Daddy's. He's told me all about you."
He looked up at his father then back to me. Suddenly I was being attacked in a tiny, yet powerful hug.
Wyatt giggled as I fell to my butt.
"Wyatt, son. Come on, its rude to do that."
I laughed and got up, the little boy resting on my hip.
"Its okay"
"Yeah, he usually doesn't take to strangers well. He was a nightmare when Lauren brought home Captain Fancy Pants."
I snorted. "Captain Fancy Pants would be Eric, I presume?"
"Yeah."
Wyatt giggled and reached out for Edward.
He easily fit into his arms. "Eric is cool, he bought me a Wii."
"Video games kill the mind, kid. We can have fun without expensive games."
"But I get to play baseball all I want!"
I giggled at their banter.
"Would you like some coffee?" I asked Edward.
"Please."
"Daddy said you had a puppy?"
Yes, he's put up right now so he doesn't attack you both."
He giggled and hugged my neck.
We sat at my table sipping coffee and listening to Wyatt prattle on about his daycare and all his new toys. Edward explained that Eric was well off and bought Wyatt anything he wanted.
"It seems he's trying to outshine me as a dad." Edward replied as we sat at the table, Wyatt occupied by the TV, completely oblivious to our conversation.
"No, I think he just wants Wyatt to like him. Step-parents always do that. My step-dad bought me jewelry and a car, accessories for it and an expensive sound system. Mom told me it was because he didn't want me to have any reason to dislike him."
He nodded and sighed.
"What are our plans for today?" I asked.
"You'll see." He stood up and playfully called out, "Hey kid, come on! We're gonna show Bella St. Melody's."
Wyatt came barreling into his Daddy at full speed.
"Here you go Mrs. Hughes." Edward handed the elderly woman a bowl eggs, sausage and cheese and Wyatt set a glass of tea on the table.
His idea to take me out was to volunteer at a church to feed those who were victims of our horrible economy.
I passed out silverware and napkins while the boys gave everyone bowls of food and glasses of water and tea. It was the most selfless act I had witnessed in a long time and it made Edward even more perfect.
After everyone was served we ventured into the kitchen to make coffee cake. Wyatt sat on a stool over the batter, mixing its contents. Edward set to work on coffee, starting a line of coffee pots. He told me to keep my eye on Wyatt to make sure the batter stayed in the bowl more than on him.
Wyatt began humming a tune I recognized as Mustang Sally from ZZ Top. I chuckled and joined in. I laughed when Edward began singing the lyrics.
Mustang
Sally, think you better slow your mustang down.
Mustang Sally,
think you better slow your mustang down.
You been running all
over the town now.
Oh! I guess I'll have to put your flat feet on
the ground.
I sang the chorus and Wyatt would wiggle in his seat and scrunch up his face.
I squealed when Edward grabbed my hands and we started dancing.
Wyatt trilled with laughter as his father dipped me, brought me back up and twirled us around.
Our sides were hurting by the time we put the cake mix in the oven.
We gave everyone their coffee and soon passed a piece of the coffee cake to those who wanted it.
As we slid on our coats Wyatt was bouncing with excitement.
"Daddy! Can we take her to the Aquaria?"
We both laughed.
"Yeah, we can take her to the Aquarium… If she wants to."
I smiled.
After walking the twenty blocks to the aquarium, Edward paid for our tickets, much to my dismay, and Wyatt was dragging us inside.
"We come here often, the employees know us by name now. I started bringing him when he was old enough to walk."
I pictured Wyatt as a toddler, eyes wide in wonder of the creatures gliding in the floor to ceiling tanks. Pointing and giggling.
I watched how so much alike the two were. Not just in appearances but in their smiles and tiny mannerisms. Wyatt would furrow his eyebrows as he read aloud the information on the sea animals. It was the same when Edward mixed his drinks at the club.
I was pulled from my observation by warmth in my hand. I looked down to see Edward holding it. His face seemed to ask if it was alright. I smiled and interlaced or fingers. It seemed to be the most natural thing in the world.
Wyatt would lead us to a different tank and read what was in the tank. I was astonished that he could read so well. He was four!
We spent three hours looking at the beautiful fish and mammals swimming and crawling.
It wasn't long before we were walking back on the streets of the busy city.
"Can Bella stay the night?" Wyatt asked, tugging on Edward's hand.
Edward shot me a look and then answered.
"We can settle on asking her for dinner, of course its up to her."
"Bella can you stay for dinner?"
He pouted his lips and I couldn't help but snort at his bottom lip jutted out and quivering.
"I'd love to."
He made a fist and shot it into the air. "Yes!"
Edward and I burst with laughter.
It only took five blocks to Edwards apartment.
The building was modern and eight stories high.
Wyatt pulled us into the elevator, a few other residents filed in as well.
The little boy asked each of them which floor they were on and pressed the appropriate buttons.
Once on Edward's floor we went to his apartment door and entered.
It was very different from the lobby and exterior of the building.
It was open and filled with warm colors of red, brown, orange and green. The living room was spacious and occupied by a large flat screen, a complex looking sound system and a DVD player.
On either side of that were bookshelves filled with movies and various books.
The couch was angled along with a lounge chair and a dark coffee table. In another corner was a sleek, black baby grand piano with an open booklet of music scrawled in pencil.
Edward took my coat and set it on the bench by the door.
"Alice persuaded me to let her decorate the place."
And I could see it, she probably picked everything out, except for the electronics. I had a feeling that was all Edward.
The kitchen was a shock, it was a drastic change. The tiled floor was light tan and the walls were covered in broken overlay of light tropical colors. Sky blues, sea greens and every color in between.
The counters were white granite and the bar stools at the island white washed wood.
His appliances were all stainless steel and chic.
"This is again, all Alice."
I laughed, that girl had amazing taste.
"Come see my room!" Wyatt chirped, pulling me by my arm.
It was cute. The walls were stripped in red and blue. The bed was up high to fit a little alcove to play under, complete with a toy chest and small self filled with children's books.
Across from his bed was a small plasma and DVD player. His carpet was a light beige and had a black and white checkered rug angled in the middle.
Edward came into the room and leaned against the doorjamb, arms crossed and a crooked smile on his pouty lips.
I had to concentrate on my breathing and remember that there was a kid in the room.
"You two hungry?" he asked.
"Can we have my favorite?" Wyatt called, his upper body in the toy chest, rummaging.
"I don't think pizza is what Bella wants…"
"No, pizza sounds perfect. The place down the street delivers I think."
Edward laughed.
"We make the pizza here. Wyatt loves to cook."
"Yep!"
I was a giggling fit as Wyatt pulled out all the necessary ingredients and crawled up on the bar stool.
Edward had turned on the sound system to play Joe Tex.
It seemed he gravitated towards blues music, which was strange since all we heard five nights a week was club songs.
He talked me into prepping the dough.
I rested it on my fists and he came up behind me, humming along to Joe Tex's The Love that You Save. I gulped when he held my wrists.
By the time we put our cheese, pepperoni and mushroom concoction in the oven, Wyatt was sprinkled with flour and was snacking on a few spare pepperoni slices.
The pizza was amazing.
"Alright kid, time to say goodnight."
Wyatt whined, pouting. He was so adorable in his flannel pajamas, hair sticking in every direction from towel drying it.
"'Night Bella…" He gave me a hug and I kissed his forehead. Wyatt crawled into his Daddy's lap and yawned. Edward got up and carried him to his room.
I quietly followed and watched as he put him up in his bed and turned on a night lamp. "Night buddy, I love you." He kissed his son's cheek.
"Night Daddy, I love you too… And Bella."
I blushed and went into the living room smiling.
After a minute Edward appeared and went to one of the bookshelves.
"How do you feel about watching Mr. Holland's Opus?" he asked.
"Never seen it."
"We'll just have to fix that."
Okay, so I think my block is over with and I will update very soon, today maybe if I get some good feedback.
