I don't own twilight. What I own is my character's behavior, personality, background, and the plot of my story.
This is a non angst-filled chapter, have a fun read.
He is out shopping with Rosalie for the birthday party of his twin nephew and niece. Rosalie thought that this would be the perfect distraction for him, so here they are.
Is it helping?
Not really.
But he is desperate enough to do anything instead of tormenting himself by thinking of her. So he carries the bags, pushes the carts, and lends his very limited knowledge of birthday parties for children to Rosalie.
Turns out that arranging a birthday party for two kids with opposite interests is not as easy as one might think.
Figuring out a color scheme that won't clash yet makes both of them happy, is also not easy.
As he wobbles with his legs bent at the knee looking through the selection of balloons they have and trying to find the right shade of blue Rosalie is looking for, he turns to his left and finds himself face to face with a little girl that couldn't be older than three years old. He knows that because she is smaller than his niece who is three. What he finds striking about her is that her eyes are green just like his. Slightly darker than his, but green nonetheless.
"What are you doing?" she asks in what sounds like an accent. Or maybe she is speaking just like any kid would and he is imagining things.
He looks around for her parents and does not see anyone, so he decides to chat with her so she wouldn't walk away. There are too many psychos out there.
"I am looking for a balloon that looks exactly like this," he tells her as he holds the balloon up for her to see.
"Let me see," she tells him as she snatches the balloon from him. She holds it up to the light and stares at it, her nose scrunching in the most adorable, familiar way. Too familiar since the sight becomes too painful for him and he looks away. He pretends to be looking for balloons when something narrow pocks him in the face.
Correction, someone's finger pokes him in the face, aggressively.
"Ouch, what was that for," Edward complains as he rubs his cheek. "You were not looking. Here is our plan, you will look left and I look right, okay?" She demands as she gets very close to his face. He nods his head and follows orders.
"I want ice cream for helping you." Figuring that it was not a request but an order, he nods his head and continues looking.
A minute later he hears the little girl saying, "I found it," then comes to him and shoves it in his face. He thanks her for her help and she points him toward where she found it. He takes a handful of the packaged balloons.
When his knees crack while he straightens up, he hears a giggle to his left.
"You think it's funny don't you?"
She nods her head adorably. "Where are your parents?" He asks her.
"My mummy is home. My pretend daddy is somewhere," she says as she looks around.
Who calls her father pretend daddy?
"There he is," she says as she points at a tall tanned man with blonde hair that she runs towards and hugs. He picks her up and walks to Edward. Upon closer look, the man has green eyes like his daughter. He doesn't know why that detail stands out about them as a pair but it does.
"Thanks, man for keeping an eye on her." Now he realizes that the girl's accent is Italian like her fathe's.
"I am happy to be of use. After all, she did help me find what I was looking for."
The man laughs at that, "this little lady can run an entire country if she puts her mind to it. Helping you is nothing to her. By the way, Marco Fernando, nice meeting you," he tells him ending his sentence by introducing himself.
Edward introduces himself in turn and shakes Marco's hand. "And I am called Cece," the little girl chimes in. "Nice meeting you Cece," Edward tells her. She smiles at him shyly and hides her face in her dad's shoulder.
After Marco thanks Edward for keeping Cece occupied, he bids him goodbye and leaves. When they are a couple of feet away, Cece turns and tells him, "remember, next time, you will get me ice cream."
Edward smiles at her and waves goodbye before she turns around and they exit Target.
"Who is she?" a voice says from behind him. He turns around and finds Rosalie pushing a cart filled to the brim with things he can't even bring himself to name.
"I don't know. She is just a kid I ran into. She helped me find a balloon," he replies shrugging.
"She looks familiar," Rosalie tells him.
Edward silently places the balloons in the cart and pushes it for her towards the cashier after she asks him to.
He doesn't tell her that she reminds him of Bella.
To the person that thinks Bella went into witness protection, you are somehow close and not close at all to the point.
PS. Loved the prediction. Wouldn't have thought of it as a prediction myself.
One of you guys commented that I need a beta reader. I know. Both of my stories need one. So I was wondering if any of you guys is a beta or knows a beta that is currently active cause I don't know how to find one, PM please.
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