Bella Swan was a nice girl once. But that was a long time and many mistakes ago.
Edward Cullen never stopped thinking of the beautiful girl he left in that small town years before.
When he finally sees her again, she is a different person he...
Godspeed, little man Sweet dreams, little man my love will fly to you each night on angels wings
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I pulled Ryland off my shoulders when we reached the doorway and we walked in. I threw together a half way decent dinner, this time paying attention to the food, while Ryland colored at the table. When I served him the dinner, he tried to beg off the vegetables, but I pushed him to try to eat them.
"Mommy doesn't make me eat broccoli. It's okay," Ryland pleaded.
"No, Rye, your mommy said you need to take three bites of vegetables."
"But I don't like broccoli. It's yucky."
"You still need to try it."
He narrowed his eyes at me. Obviously I wasn't passing this test in his eyes. "One bite," he offered.
"Three," I countered.
"One bite."
"Three."
"Two," he said, his eyebrows raised. He obviously had some experience with this negotiation.
"Three and you get two scoops of ice cream."
"Okay!" he shouted, shoving two large scoops of vegetable in his mouth. I groaned. I had been duped by a preschooler. It was frustrating that I couldn't read his mind as well. That would have been a good tactic to get him to do what I wanted. It was amazing that I held two medical degrees, yet a four year old had pulled a fast one on me. It would have been bordering on hysterical if I wasn't so annoyed. I grumbled as I set his plate in the sink and got his bowl of sorbet, giving him two scoops as per our agreement. He was too smart for his own good. I set it in front of him and watched as he shoveled the frozen dessert in his mouth. Bella was right. It was impossible to stay mad at him. By the time he was finished I had a goofy grin on my face and Ryland had raspberries all over his.
"Okay, little dude, you need to wash your face before going to bed. You are a mess. How about you go watch some TV and I'll get your bath ready," I ordered him. He gave me a sticky smile and hopped down from his chair, walking into the living room and turning on the TV. I rinsed the bowl out. There was no way Bella would know about the ice cream and besides, they were only small scoops anyway. I sauntered past Ryland who was sitting cross legged on the ground only a foot from the screen. I hooked my fingers through his belt loops, pulling him back until he leaned against the couch. The entire time Ryland's eyes didn't leave the show. I laughed to myself as I turned the water on for the bath and tested the temperature with my hand. I really had no way to know how hot was too hot. The water felt scalding against my frigid fingers. I turned the water off and stared at the faucet. How was I supposed to know these things? I didn't want to call Bella just to ask her that question. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to figure out the answer. I walked back out to the living room. Ryland had already watched a half hour of TV while I was trying to figure out the bathtub. Great, just fantastic, Cullen. Way to blow every rule Bella set. I fished my phone out of my pocket and dialed the number I knew would have the answer. I was hesitant to tell my family about Ryland because I was too afraid that they would judge me for staying with her, for putting the both of them in such danger. I had held off with vague and short conversations, mostly with Emmett who didn't ask many questions. Of course I knew Emmett wouldn't have an answer to this question. I had to ask the one person who had a child. I had to ask my mother.
