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

4. Chapter 4

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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Edward's POV

Chapter 4

"Jesus," I groaned as the muscles in my back popped. I would kill right about now for one of my wife's massages. We'd finally called it a quits around nine and were heading down toward the parking garage. My hand was on my phone turning it on – I knew she had to be pissed and ready to strangle me, but she understood that work came first, at least until next year when we planned on starting a family.

"Want to catch the game with me, bro?" Ben yelled across the lot.

"Nah, I need to go home and make this up to Bella. We had a dinner date planned tonight and I practically bailed without even a phone call thanks to you overworking my ass… I'll be lucky if she even lets me inside the house, let alone touch her!"

"She'll get over it when she sees the fat check you bring home at the end of the week… probably head out with Esme and leave you broke," he jested, but we both knew that it was to lighten the somber mood. His wife Angela had left him for the exact same reason, and it was still ever present on his mind.

The phone chiming with a text message in my hand pulled my attention from his now saddened face. I truly felt for him and wished I could fix their problems, but by helping to buffer his pain I was starting to hurt the one I loved the most.

You've fucked up big time . . . done! Es

What the fuck did Esme mean done?