Finding Love Through Music

Chapter Twenty-Four

Okay, new story...very close to my life. Kind of. I'm humbled by the reviews and responses that this story has already received. The alerts, reviews and hits are truly humbling. Thank you so much for taking the time read the ramblings from the depths of my brain. Much love to all of you!

Also, none of this belongs to me. Never will. I just like to play with the characters created by Stephenie Meyer.

*Angst Warning at the end*

Chapter Twenty-Four

EPOV

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Emma-bear," I chuckled as I drove back to our home.

"When are you going to marry Mommy?" she asked, leaning forward in the car. Her face was stuck between the two front seats and her eyes were sparkling.

"As soon as she wants, Emma. Tomorrow if she is willing," I chuckled. "But, weddings take a lot of planning. Perhaps Mommy wants to have a big party and have Pop Pop walk her down the aisle?"

"Oh," she pouted. "Will I be a part of the wedding?"

"Of course, sweet girl," I said. "You'll one of the most important people in the wedding. Daughter of the bride and groom. You'll get a beautiful dress, flowers and you'll stand up at the altar with us."

"What color will my dress be?" she asked.

"We'll figure that out but I'm guessing that Miss Alice will be making it for you," I chuckled.

"Daddy? Will Bella be my mommy for real now? I mean, for real?" she asked.

"Is that something you want? For Bella to adopt you?" I replied.

"Can she? I mean, she's dead and yeah," Emma said quietly. "I want Bella to adopt me and I can be her real daughter. She's my mommy and I want to keep her forever."

"Okay, sweet girl. I'll talk to Mr. Jenks about the adoption process. Perhaps when we get married, we can add your adoption into the ceremony," I suggested. Emma clapped her hands and kissed my cheek before she clambered back into her booster seat. She had grown so much. Emma probably won't need it for very much longer. My baby is growing up.

I was out with my daughter, picking up some small presents for the seniors. It was still the show weekend and we had two more performances to go: tonight, Saturday and tomorrow's matinee. Bella was sleeping in, crashing in the car on the way home from school. I had to carry her into the bedroom and dress her in some pajamas. She barely stirred. The craziness of the past two weeks had finally caught up with her. Hell, I slept like a rock too. Until Emma begged for me to watch Saturday morning cartoons with her. She watched while I snoozed. However, Emma just wanted to cuddle with me since our time together had been lacking due to the musical. I lounged on the couch, spooning around my daughter while she giggled quietly at the silly animations on the television.

We finished our errands and drove back to the house. Inside, Bella was eating some breakfast by the kitchen island as she read the newspaper. "Morning, love," I said as I put my bags onto the table.

"Morning, Professor," she said in a raspy voice. "Morning, Emma-bear."

"You sound sick, Mommy," Emma frowned.

"Not sick. Just sleepy. I just woke up," Bella chuckled as she cleared her throat. "Did you have fun with Daddy?"

"I did," she said as she wrapped her arms around Bella's waist. Bella leaned down and kissed her head, gently scratching our daughter's back while she nibbled on her breakfast. I kissed Bella's temple and began assembling the presents for my ten seniors.