Schedule will be Every Sunday - a POV of each (Bella + Edward).
Chapter Two - EPOV
Will keeps up with me as we speed through the neighborhood, the only sounds are our heavy breathing and our shoes as they slap against the warm cement.
He's trying out for football in a new city and new school, and I love the work he's putting in to ensure he makes the team.
A glance at my watch lets me know Jessica leaves in 20 minutes, which gives us plenty of time to get home before she heads out. Before starting her new job, she would have been out here with us, but the extra shifts she's been pulling at the nearby hospital have been leaving her irritable and exhausted.
I try to give her space. I get it. I know she's been working hard, but I miss her, especially our showers together after getting home hot and sweaty.
"Last one home makes breakfast," Will challenges as our house comes into view.
He speeds off, and the competitiveness in me won't allow me to go easy on him, so when he just barely beats me, he's earned it.
"I've got a craving for bacon," he says, smirking, hands linked on the back of his head as he catches his breath.
"I was getting worried," Jessica says, stepping outside.
"The old man was slowing us down," Will says, hooking a thumb over his shoulder before kissing his mom on the cheek and heading inside.
I'm leaning against Jessica's car, ankles crossed, when she pulls open the passenger door and tosses her bag in. Before she slams it, I crowd her, wrapping a hand around her neck. "I miss doing these runs with you," I say, stroking her jaw with my thumb. "This weekend, just me and you."
"I took the weekend shift," she says, bitterness laced in every word, but she leans into my touch. "Maggie's dad is sick. She had to leave town."
"Fuck, babe," I say, hiding my own frustration.
"I know," she says, gripping my forearm. "School starts soon. You'll be just as busy as me."
She's right. My new job as Principal at Forks High School will definitely take over my life. It was the same thing back in Arizona, but back then Jessica worked at a health clinic and not nearly as many hours.
"We'll find time just for us," I say, leaning down and pressing a hard kiss to her lips. "See you tonight."
She nods and squeezes by me, and I watch as she backs out of the drive and heads down the street.
"Dad, breakfast ain't going to cook itself," Will calls out to me, the little shit.
"I want pancakes," Lucy says excitedly, cuddled into Will's lap when I step into the kitchen.
"Ask Daddy," Will says, smiling because he knows if Lucy wants them, she'll get them, which means he'll get them, too. "Tell him you want chocolate chips."
Lucy's eyes widen when she spots me. "Please, daddy, I love chocolate chips."
I ruffle Will's hair before pulling Lucy from his lap and carrying her to the counter. "You'll have to help me, alright?"
"Okay, Daddy, I'll do the chocolate chips."
"Perfect."
I get the bacon going and the batter for the pancakes and let Lucy pour the chocolate chips in. She's got flour on her nose and her hair's still a sleepy mess, but she's adorable. "Okay, Daddy, all done." She holds her arms out, so I'll set her to the floor, and she runs off, screaming for her brothers that we're getting pancakes for breakfast.
As much as they like their sleep, they'll get out of bed for Lucy. She's the princess of the house and spoiled rotten by all of us.
Once the kids are all set, I leave Will in charge and jump in the shower. I make quick work of it before throwing on a pair of jeans and a tee. The kids want to go to the park and Charlie could use the exercise.
Opening the back door, I whistle for her, and she comes bounding up to me, her tongue hanging, and I give her a rubdown before adding food and water to her bowls.
Sammy and Joey look half asleep, stuffing pancakes into their mouth but they both grin when they see me.
"Hey dad," Sammy says. "Good pancakes."
Joey jumps off his stool and wraps his arms around my waist, his head tilted back to stare up at me with big green eyes. "Morning, buddy," I say, squeezing his neck.
"We going to the park today? No school, right?"
"Two more weeks," I say, and he nods before hopping back onto his stool.
Only a week before staff starts, and I'm not ready. Before moving to Forks, I was at the same school since graduating college. Meeting new people isn't something I'm great at. Being the boss of these new people is even worse. Nobody likes their boss.
Let's just hope my office staff is easy to get along with otherwise I'm screwed.