DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT!
The next few weeks have been okay. Edward is on the deans list and is getting invited to social event after social event. He feels bad for not being with me more often but I reassure him that it is okay. Edward practically lives here now. His clothes have been making there way over here little by little. He sleeps here most of the time and only goes back to his apartment to get more clothes. And to make it official, I gave him a key.
Chloe is now six months old and has perfected her crawling. Edward is always making faces to make her laugh. The gang already met Chloe. Rosalie apologized to me several times. To be honest, it was getting annoying. The rest of the family was shocked that she could even say the word sorry. I wasn't; I knew she had it in her.
Sophia got her own apartment, but was always here early to take care of Chloe. I would miss her and the girl talks we used to have. We could still do it but not as much. I had confronted her about the guy and she told me they were just "friends". I mean come on? Do I look stupid?
Today was Saturday and Edward was getting ready for yet another event that he had to go to. I couldn't deny that I was a little aggravated. But it seems that he would always come home drunk and wake up with a hangover. We would sometimes fight but it never got out of hand. All couples fight right?
I was playing with Chloe on the floor when Edward came beside me and sat on the couch. He was putting on his shoes to leave. I rest my head on his leg.
"Can't you stay?" I asked. I heard him sigh.
"I'm sorry baby, but I have to go if I want to have a successful career. In the medical industry, it is always good to have connections." He ran his hand through my hair as he said this.
"But you only miss one party," I tried to reason. I was getting angry. It seemed that his career was more important than his daughter.
"Yea I will probably miss one party, but I might miss hundreds of opportunities," he responded back. I was full out angry now. I didn't know why but I hadn't asked anything from him and it wasn't going to kill him if he didn't go.
"Is your career more important than your daughter?" I asked him, my voice getting higher with each word. He finished trying his shoes and looked at me appalled for a second and then turned angry.
"Of course it is not! Why are you acting like this? You know why I have to go," he was full out screaming now.
"I ask this tiny favor from you and you can't even do it. Just skip a damn party." This was one of the biggest arguments yet and it was over something that could easily be solved.
"I have to go so I could make a better life for you and Chloe! It would help a lot if I had the right connections!" He screamed at me. Chloe was crying, so I picked her up.
"What's wrong with the life we have now? For teenage parents we have it real good and it seems like you can't appreciate what you have," I retorted.
"That's the problem with you. You don't look into the future. We are not going to live like this forever and we have to start now."
"Fine, go to your damn party."
I stomped to our room and closed the door. It wasn't too long before I heard the front door slam, also. Tears were running down my cheeks and Chloe was full out screaming now. Our argument had frightened her. I rocked her back and forth until she was quiet. Finally she quieted down and I decided to give her a bath. Unlike most babies, she enjoyed the water and the bubbles.
I ran a warm bath and set her in. She already knew how to sit without my help and was splashing the water all around her. I washed her thoroughly with body wash and shampooed and conditioned her dead straight hair. She was laughing and despite the mood I was in, I couldn't help but join. Her skin was silky smooth and smelled like Baby Johnson's products. I got her in pajamas and walked out into the living room.
The Wiggles were on and I sat her in my lap so she could watch. My mind wandered back to the argument I had with Edward. It wasn't like I wanted to keep him to myself for the whole night. I would gladly let him go if he didn't come home drunk and had major hangovers the next morning. I had confronted him one time about this, but he said that was they way the industry worked. You made friends over drinks. Alcohol softens them up more.
That tactic probably correct, but it didn't work if you got drunk also. I didn't express that at the time because I didn't want it to turn into a big argument. I looked down and saw that Chloe was asleep. I picked her up and took her into her bedroom. I wasn't really that tired so I sat curled up in the couch with a small lamp turned on. It was nice and quiet. I liked it this way. I could think freely with no interruptions. I got so caught up in my thoughts, I was completely unaware I had closed my eyes and fallen asleep.
I woke up to hear someone stumbling into the apartment. I looked at the clock and it showed that is was 2:30 in the morning. I got up and made sure Chloe was still asleep. I walked down the hallway and saw that Edward walking into various things.
"What are you doing," I whispered. His eyes snapped to mine. They were blood shot and his hair even more unruly than it was when he left.
"Bella, baby, I-I'm sorry," he was walking to me now. I had never seen him like this. He must have drunk a lot tonight.
"Edward, are you drunk?" I know it was stupid to ask but it was the only thing I could say. I was angry because he didn't listen to me. This is exactly what I tried to prevent.
"Pshh, no" he said with a wave of his hand. He was a really bad liar when he was drunk. And I was the epitome of angry right now.
"You need to leave," I didn't want him in my apartment like this. I really didn't even want to see his face.
"I'm going to ca-" I was cut off by Edward's lip on mine. He tasted like whiskey. I didn't kiss him back. This wasn't my Edward.
"I need you," he said, his voice husky. I pushed him off of me which made him tumble to the ground. I picked up the phone to call Emmett.
"Hello," Emmett's voice was deep with sleep.
"Emmett? Hi- um sorry for calling you at this hour, but Edward is very very drunk and I need you to come pick him up," I said hoping he would come.
"Okay, I'm coming," For some reason he sounded alert and concerned. I wasn't afraid Drunk Edward would do anything to me; I just didn't want to see his face. Edward was still on the ground to drunk to even get up. I heard a knock and quickly went to open the door. Emmett gave me an apologetic glance and threw Edward over his shoulder. Edward had passed out and I was absolutely livid.
And out of nowhere, I broke down. I let all the tears that were bottled up during Chloe's pregnancy take over me. I knew one day I would burst but I have been trying to prolong the moment. I have always said crying wastes time. But I was wrong. Your emotions start to confuse and little by little the hurt and tears overcome you. It is not healthy.
And now I had no clue what to do, how to react.