Late

by reyes139

He's late...again, I murmured under my breath while I watched the clock tick on with another minute wasted on waiting for the man I loved with everything I had. Isabella married the man of her dreams, loves him fiercely, but what happens when he forgets the vows he's said-when work and family become priority and the one you have at home gets tired of you always being late. No Cheat

2. Chapter 2

Okay, so I started a new drabble a month ago and have recently decided not to wait any longer to post. This time we will have two chapters a week, a Bella's on Monday and an Edward on Fridays. This story does have angst, but the reward at the end of this journey will be worth every minute of it… trust me. NO CHEATING!

Thanks to everyone who has read the first chapter and decided to continue on this journey with me…you guys are amazing!

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Edwards POV

Chapter 2

"You guys ready to head out?" Jasper the fresh meat on my demo team asked. He was new to the area – a decent guy with a wife and a brand new baby to provide for.

"I thought we were doing OT tonight?" my brother, Ben, added in automatically before I could reply. He of course had no desire to go home to the empty house he resided in.

"I have plans with Bella tonight, Ben . . . not tonight." I tried to keep my home life out of the business; always put contract deadlines before my girl, but with the coldness I'd received from her lately it was better not to tempt fate.

"Edward," he said in exasperation, "sorry, but we have to everyday this week. You knew that the Byron's had moved their deadline up and its approaching fast," he finished with triumph in his eyes, not caring in the slightest about what my helping him out had made my life like.

Everyone around us groaned in frustration, but also knew that they would be compensated extremely well for their loyalty and dedication.

Hopping down from the forklift I had just turned off, I walked over to my brother, patted him on the back, and got to work. I had never regretted the decision which had brought me to this point in my life: leaving my field of study to help my brother rebuild this construction company from the ground, where my father had driven it, but now it was costing me too much.

"Guess we'll have to stop by 7-eleven on the way home, huh?" he teased, and I groaned.

She's gonna kill me, and I don't think the usual flowers will make it better.