Impossible Possibilities

Chapter 14

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Impossible Possibilities

Chapter Fourteen

EPOV

"Mason Charlie Cullen you let go of mummy's hair this instant! Ow!"

Hearing my Bella's distress from the floor below, I quickly hurried up the stairs and into our bedroom. There Bella sat, trying to gently ease Mason's clinging body away from her neck. His fingers were latched into Bella's now tangled ponytail as he stubbornly refused to do as he was told. Walking up to them, I gently pulled Masons crying body into my arms. Pulling him tighter to my chest, I restrained his flailing arms and tried to calm him down.

Lately Mason had begun to throw crying fits if he wasn't getting his own way. A favourite past time of his as of late was pulling his mothers hair. He still found her silky brown locks fascinating to play with. Sadly, his little bit of extra strength was hurting my wifes scalp in the process.

"Shhh shhh. It's alright. Shhh. You can't pull mummy's hair like that little man. Mummy's not as strong as we are remember. Shhh." Rocking him back and forth, his hysterics gradually died down to quiet little whimpers into the crook of my neck.

Walking over to Bella where she sat furiously trying to brush out the tangles in her hair, I sat down beside her on our bed and put my free arm around her waist. "Are you okay love? You know Mason doesn't mean to hurt you."

Placing her brush down, she snuggled further into my arms, breathing deeply into the collar of my shirt. "I know he doesn't, I just hate this faze he's going through. He's only 5 weeks old but Carlisle thinks he's roughly 9 months now. Do you think all 9 month olds go through this faze? I was only trying to put some cream on his nappy rash when he grabbed onto my pony tail. No matter how many times I told him to stop pulling, he just carried on anyway. I hate that he's inherited my stubbornness."

Chuckling quietly at her adorable rant, I kissed the top of her head and squeezed her arm comfortingly. "I know love, why don't you go have a nice long bath and Mason and I will go and play in the living room?"

At her appreciative sigh, I glanced down to my sniffling little boy and smiled encouragingly into his watery eyes. "What do you say monster. Do you want to come play with daddy downstairs?" Bouncing him playfully on my knee, I was finally greeted with giggles instead of tears.

Standing up I led Bella into our bathroom and watched her kiss Mason's cheek softly in goodbye. As the water started quickly filling the tub, I watched riveted as Bella started peeling away her clothes piece by delicious piece. It wasn't until Mason started gurgling impatiently that I realised I'd been stood staring at my wife longingly with my son in my arms. Muttering out an embarrassed goodbye, I reluctantly closed the bathroom door behind me and ran down the stairs. I'd have to ask for a repeat performance some time soon. Maybe to a little music...

Shaking myself from my increasingly x rated thoughts, I placed Mason down on his jungle play mat and lay on my side infront of him. As we played with different toys and laughed at each other like idiots, I revelled in the quiet of the house around me. The family had left two days ago for a 2 week long journey through South America. Carlisle had been in touch with a friend of his from the 30's that clued him in to the where abouts of a coven of two that live in the Amazon that may know more about children like our Mason. Of course Bella and I had wanted to go along but realised that that environment wouldn't be too good for a 9 month old baby. Thankfully the others had enthusiastically agreed to go on our behalf. They were all just as anxious for details as both Bella and I.

Alice had called yesterday morning to tell us that they had arrived and were on their way to see Patrick and his wife Eloise. From the directions they will be given, they will then make their way through the Amazon Rainforest. Emmett had warned me that their mobile signals were becoming more and more erratic and not to worry if we didn't hear from them for a few days.