"What the fuck are you doing here?" He demanded harshly, cornering the brunette from the park yesterday in the playground.
Surprisingly they had made it to school, early. Braelynn had run off to play with the other children as soon as they as they entered the gates.
"I told you! Angela is my cousin. I work at a bakery and we give them the sugary treats left at the end of the day!" She whispered, annoyed.
"So you give the kids the crap you don't sell?" Edward raised an eyebrow.
"You… Arsehole. How dare you insult my cupcakes and cookies. First you bump into me and shout at me. Then you accuse me of being a paedophile. And now you're accusing me of giving innocent children crap."
"What? You! You spilt the coffee over me! That was not my fault! Secondly, when a parent witnesses their child interacting with a stranger, we generally don't take it very well."
By the determined look in her eye Edward knew the very beautiful brunette was about to snap, however a sweet little voice interrupted.
"Daddy! Hi Bwella!"
"Hi Braelynn!" The brunette said gently.
"You was mean to Bwella daddy you need to say sworry and make up."
"Yes daddy, I think you need to say sorry." The woman crossed her arms defensively, opposing her teasing tone.
Maybe Edward had acted too irrationally. "...Sorry."