Still In Bloom ↠ Twilight ✓

38 ; peach punch

Here's the thing: When Wallace had pictured fatherhood, he had never thought that it'd include so much food. Food being made, food being eaten, and lastly food being spit out.

"Not good?" Wallace asks, placing a plastic orange and purple spoon down into the small jar of carrot baby food he had offered Veran no less than a moment ago.

It was nothing more than orange mush and it didn't smell good, but Wallace didn't know if that was because of his new aversion to food since being a vampire or because it actually was disgusting.

Veran, naturally, doesn't answer. But instead opens his smaller mouth, letting a clump of the orange mush fall onto his grey onesie. In his high-chair, which is a designer monstrosity Alice no doubt bought, he kicks his legs absentmindedly in annoyance.

"You can't just have peaches," Wallace states, motioning towards the fresh peaches Bella had ground into mush earlier in the morning. Five jars of the fruit were sitting on the kitchen island, mostly untouched because of Wallace's spite.

It had become apparent quickly that it was the only thing that Veran would eat besides ice cream and blood. And while he could survive off blood just fine, some part of Wallace wanted to try his hand at making as many parts of Veran's life as normal as he could. Veran would have enough problems as it was with not only his parents being immortal but instead of only having two, he had three. Then there was also the growing problem that was the fast rate in which Veran had been growing but Wallace was avoiding thinking about it in depth.

"He's still not a fan of carrots?" This was Edward's voice, stepping into the kitchen which caught Veran's attention almost immediately. The younger male letting out a squall of joy, kicking his chubby legs now in excitement at the sight of his other father.

Edward, enamored, moved forwards to lift Veran up by underneath his armpits from the high-chair. Wallace gripped Edward's arm, then shook his head. "I wouldn't. He's covered in carrot guts,"

With a frown, Edward sat Veran back down in the high-chair. "He'll need another bath?"

"And a diaper change," Wallace noted and leaned an arm on the counter. He absentmindedly spun the spoon in the jar of baby food and stated, "I don't know how he goes to the bathroom so much, he barely eats anything."

As if understanding Wallace, Veran stuck three spit covered fingers into his mouth, grinning widely around a laugh. It'd be annoying if it wasn't so endearing, and Wallace found himself letting out a tiny sigh because, despite the constant vigilant attention Veran needed, he was still the best thing that had ever happened to them.

Edward as if sensing Wallace's deflated mood moved around Veran's high-chair and was slow to place a hand onto Wallace's side. He gently brought Wallace closer to himself, and then once they were close enough, he pressed a gentle kiss to Wallace's forehead.

"Why can't you see them?" He asked, and Wallace didn't need to ask what them he was talking about. It was very clear that despite all of the happiness Wallace was feeling, he still felt lost without his friends constantly by his side.

"I don't trust myself yet," Wallace spoke gently, and he lifted his eyes away from the counter so he could look at Edward from underneath his lashes. "I can't risk hurting them. I can't meet them in public, and I also can't bring them here, it's too dangerous."

With a deep sigh, Edward spoke, "I wish there was a way I could help,"

Wallace felt his heart clench at the true upset in Edward's voice and leaned forwards before he ould rethink it and pressed a kiss against Edward's mouth. Because if he couldn't thank Edward verbally, he'd do it physically.