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Chief of Police, Chief Swan looks at me sympathetically and places a hand on my shoulder before going to get Masen.
As soon as he got word of the accident, he went down to the day care center and brought my nephew back to the station.
A few moments later, Masen bounces into the room and smiles a dimpled grin at me and I can't help but force a small smile for him.
Poor kid. He doesn't know anything about his parents.
I kneel down on my knees and hold my arms open for the little man and he immediately hurtles over and hugs me tightly.
After a few words with the Chief who tells me that a report has been filed against the reckless drunk driver, Royce King and that he has been arrested, I leave with Masen's small hand placed in mine.
I turn the key into the main door of our house and walk inside. It's quiet. Too quiet.
Usually, when I return from trips I'm welcomed by my sister and occasionally Emmett. He used to stay over whenever I'm out of town.
This time, the house is dark and no lights have been turned on. The silence is deafening until Masen interrupts my line of thoughts.
"Uncle Edwad", he says sweetly, not being able to pronounce my name properly just yet. "My tummy is rumbly. Can we have dinner?"
I look at my watch. Its 8:30 at night and Rosalie always made sure to give Masen his dinner by 7. It's only been a few hours since everything happened and I'm already screwing up big time.
What kind of adult forgets to feed a three year old?
So I nod at him before I head to the kitchen. The kitchen is a mess, as usual and I wonder when the house-keeper, Tanya will be back from extended vacation.
I take out Masen's plastic cup and pour some milk in it and then I make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich which I then hand over to him.
I feel a pang of sadness as I watch him eat. He's an innocent child and he doesn't have his parents anymore; he's too young to be an orphan and even though he still has me, it's still not the same.
How will I answer any of his questions when he'll inevitably ask about his mother and father?
What will I tell him?
After he's through with eating, I give him a bath and change him into a pair of Superman PJ's. Once he's tucked in bed, I kiss his forehead and purposely avoid the connecting room that is Rosalie's.
"Good night buddy", I whisper as I retreat to my room.
I enter and lie down on bed. My head feels heavy and my heart feels as if it isn't there anymore. I'm still in the same clothes since morning, minus the blazer and tie.
Sprawling on top of the covers, I look at the photo-frame on my side table. It's a picture I took on the day Masen was born and Rosalie and Emmett are grinning at me with their new blue bundle in my sister's arms.
Tears slide down my cheeks and I can't help but remember that the last time I cried was nine years ago and that too, when my parents died.
I know that I'm in for a rough night and won't be getting sleep tonight or any night in the near future.
How can a person sleep when they lose someone whom they love so dearly?
My baby sister is gone for ever and there's nothing I can do to bring her back.
Poor Edward. Poor lil' Masen. Don't you wish you could give them both a hug and make things all better?
The sad stuff isn't going to last long but it's gonna stick around for a couple of chapters before things take a turn.
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