So I am writing this A/N before I've even written the chapter because I just wanted to tell y'all how sorry I am that this is so late. I don't even have a good excuse anymore. My brother is fine, I've had days that I could've written something but I just didn't. I have no plans for this story and I am just writing it as it comes to me, I have no outline other than how I wanted their first meeting to go. I just got so overwhelmed with not having a plan that I just kept putting it off. I feel horrible for not updating in so long that I am just going to push my nerves to the side and just write something.
So here goes nothing.
Please excuse any mistakes. I can only catch so much.
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"Of course I'm adorable! You made me!" I wanted to cry at just how sweet my baby was, but I knew it would scare her again, so I held it in.
"How about we go bug Emmett for some breakfast, huh?" She didn't even answer, she was already running towards him screaming his name. I giggled and pulled myself up from the floor by one of the shelves, following her out the door.
After I got over my nervous breakdown, I got back to work, but not before setting Amora up with coloring books and crayons that I leave behind the counter for days just like this. I then asked Emmett to make her some scrambled eggs with toast. His answering salute and wink made me laugh.
In the time it took me to have my moment, Edw- Mr. Cullen, had left and Rose had clocked in for the start of her shift. She sometimes helped out on her slow days at the office, claiming she would be doing nothing anyway and might as well be productive. She gave me a look when she saw me coming out of the freezer with Amora, but luckily the breakfast rush had just hit us and she let me be, for now, when I just shook my head at her.
I loved working the morning shift the most because that is when all of the older people would come in before going off to do whatever it is that old people do.
One of my regulars, and favorite customers, Mr. Daniels, or Stan as he has repeatedly told me to call him, was about 75 years old and showed up every morning, without fail.
"Good morning, Mr. Da- Stan. Your usual?" I asked.
His answering smile was blinding and his eyes crinkled dramatically in the corners, "Of course, dear. In the three years you've known me, has it ever changed?"
I laughed, "Of course not. How silly of me to think it would. So I will be back with your black decaf coffee in just a minute." I shot him a wink before walking back to the counter.
"Why did I tell you about my wife again, Bella?" he called out after me. I just smiled and shook my head while I got his coffee ready.
Stan had come in for the first time the day I started working at the coffee shop. I was so nervous and shy that I wouldn't look him in the eye and I spilled coffee on him, twice. He just brushed it off and told me how much I reminded him of his late wife, Anne Marie. She had died suddenly of a heart attack just two months prior and the first day he came in was the anniversary of her death. He had come into the coffee shop on a whim, not wanting to be alone on the dreadful day, as all four of his kids lived out of state. In between customers I would come back to Stan just to hear his stories. He regaled me of all the European trips they went on before they started having kids and how loving and kind Anne was. He said I reminded him of her in my shyness but also in my determination. All that first day I would make mistakes and I apologized to people more than I ever had in my life, yet I still tried.
About a week or two after we had first met, Stan told me about how his wife had always regulated his caffeine intake and how he started getting lax on how much he drank. That is when I started only giving him regular once a week. He always gripes and complains, but I know he appreciates it.
It's just our thing.
I walk over and drop off his coffee, before looking up and realizing that other than a big burly man getting some pastries after the gym, Stan was the only person in the diner. I knew what that meant, the Rose Inquisition was about to start. I tried to make myself look busy but then I heard Stan let out a laugh and I looked up the see Rose standing there with her hands on her hips and tapping her toe. "C'mon Bella, It's time we talked."
"But I'm helping Stan-" I was interrupted.
"Oh no, my dear, I am just fine. You go and talk with your sister." he smiled devilishly at me. I stuck my tongue out at him before turning and following Rose to an empty booth, smiling when I hear Stan laughing behind my back. I quickly checked the counter for Amora, like I had done periodically all morning, only to realize that she was gone.
I started to panic, before Rose saw my panicked look and quickly informed me that she was back with Emmett starting on the lunch prep.
The conversation lulled while I looked down at my fingers and started to pick at my nails. I decided to just get it over with, without looking up I start, "Amora couldn't go to daycare because a pipe burst last night so I brought her here. When she saw the diner she started running and wouldn't stop; by the time I got to her, she was already sitting at the bar. I mean, I saw him out of the corner of my eye, but I didn't register that it was him. Next thing I know he's talking with Amora and being so cute and he was so good with her and then he was asking me out, and everything happened so fast and I freaked. I mean why would he want to date me? I'm nothing special." It's quiet for a minute or two, but then I finally have the urge to look up, so I do.
Rose is staring at me, but there doesn't seem to be any emotion on her face. She's just staring. It's actually kinda creepy, if I think about it.
Then she bursts into tears.
Okay. I was not expecting that.
Rose is not a crying kind of person, so I've never had to deal with it before, I don't know what to do or say. She quickly tries to compose herself, and I sit, letting her have a moment.
"I'm sorry, Bella. It just makes me so sad, what your father," she spit the word like it had somehow done her wrong, "put you through. You're an amazing person and it just sucks that you're still suffering from it." She reaches over and grabs my hand, which had stopped it's torment on my nails, "Anyone would be lucky to have you and it fucking sucks that you can't see it. Oh, and I was crying because I'm pregnant!" she squeals, which causes Stan to look up in concern, before seeing smiles and going back to his coffee and newspaper.
It takes me a second to switch from her usual 'you're an amazing person' rant to 'I'm pregnant' with only a breath.
"Oh my gosh! Rosie! That's amazing!" I jump up to go to the other side of the booth to give her a hug. "Does Emmett know yet?"
"No, I was planning on telling everyone together but you just looked so shocked that I was crying that I just had to tell you," she laughs.
"Well, thank you. I didn't know what to do! You never cry. Well except for Titanic."
She nods, "True, true. It's been a bitch trying to hide it from Em but he's been his normal dense self. Actually, I'm sure if I never told him he would just think I had gained a bunch of weight!" I laugh because it's true; Em's not the most observant of people. "Anyway, back to Mr. Cullen. What did you say when he asked you out?"
And I told her everything, even the bits I kept in my head. I'm not usually open about the thoughts in my head but something about Rose just makes me want to bare my soul to her. Any acquaintances, not friends, I've ever had just assumed my dad kicked me out when I got pregnant; I let them think what they wanted. It was easier than telling them my dad hated me for killing my mom.
"Well I know you don't like it when I meddle," Rose said, "so I'm gonna leave it alone for now."
My jaw dropped. But. . . she never just drops anything!
She must see the surprise on my face because she leans forward with her elbows on the table and her hands under her chin, "I can see how much this is messing with your head so I'm just gonna back off and let you come to me this time. Hopefully, you know you can come to me with anything."
"Of course I know I can."
"This pregnancy is really messing you up, huh?" I said with a straight face.
"Yeah, well, don't get used to it. I'll be back to my normal bitchy self in about 8 months!" We both burst into giggles, which caught the attention of Stan again.
The next week and a half flew by. I only thought about Edward a few times. Okay, pretty much everyday. What shocked me the most, was that I wanted to say yes.
To a date.
With Edward Cullen.
Billionaire, CEO Edward Cullen.
One morning i decided to put a bit of effort into my appearance. Meaning I put on mascara, blush, and some lip gloss. And I put my hair into a messy bun and after 15 minutes redoing it to be perfectly messy I decided that I could pass as pretty. Kind of.
I went back and forth about what to do with the fact that Edward Cullen wanted to date me. I sound like a broken record but it's just so incomprehensible to me that anyone would want to date me, yet I have this extremely good looking, intelligent, successful man basically knocking down my door to go on a date with me. Okay not literally my door, but he has been sending flowers to work with little notes. And not basic roses or daisies. We're talking elaborate, expensive bouquets.
The notes are another thing altogether.
They started out very sweet, poems and declarations of affection. Then they started to change. Not hugely, but a little.
They went from, Not a day goes by that I am not thinking about your smile.
To, I want to wake up every morning to your beautiful face.
They started to get intense and . . . I think I like it? Before I slept with Jacob, I put a lot of thought into it. I didn't bring it up with him for about two months after I decided I wanted to do it. I just don't think I could do casual. And, well, Edward has no problem telling me that he definitely does not want casual.
After another week of the flowers, my apartment looks like a florist, and I have decided that I am going to call him. I don't know what I am going to say but I would really like to go on a date with him. Even if it doesn't work out, it will be a good experience for me, I've decided.
After I have put Amora down for bed, and triple checked my alarms, I dial his number.
After four or five rings, he picks up.
"Edward Cullen speaking."
I do not want to admit how long it's been from the start of this chapter to the end. I'd feel even worse.
I have restarted school and I now have a set schedule, which I realized is what I need in my life to be productive, and I am determined to finish this story. And I already have an idea for a one shot.
In the time I haven't been doing anything, I've been going through and rereading my favorite completed stories, so I thought I'd list some of my favorites, to tide you over until I update again, because I am not sure, again, when I will update next.
The Harvest Table by Edward's Eternal
The Man Next Door by RobzBeanie
Yes by GeekChic12
The Princess and the E by CLWN (I keep going back to this one because I think that this is the best Mobward story out there!)
Emotional Warfare by completerandomness12
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