1. Chapter 1 2. Chapter 2 (part 1) 3. Chapter 2 (part 2) 4. Chapter 2 (part 3) 5. Chapter 2 (part 4) 6. Chapter 2 (part 5) 7. Chapter 2 (part 6) 8. Chapter 2 (part 7) 9. Chapter 3 (part 1) 10. Chapter 3 (part 2) 11. Chapter 3 (part 3) 12. Chapter 3 (part 4) 13. Chapter 3 (part 5) 14. Chapter 3 (part 6) 15. Chapter 3 (Part 7)
Author's Chapter Notes:
Thank you Nicole for betaing! I've also noticed that the pictures don't show up here. If you want to see the pics, you'll need to log into twcs.
First, I should say that fame and fortune is awesome. I love my fans and everything that comes with being a celebrity, but at times like this, I wished I was a nobody. The moment we walked into the pub everyone stopped and stared at us. I heard my name murmured throughout the room.
I was about to walk up to the bar when a short stocky man with thinning hair came up to me and shook my hand. "Patrick O'Malley," he said pumping my arm up and down. Christ, about the only way he could have looked more stereotypically Irish would have been if he was wearing a green top hat. "Edward Cullen, as I live and breathe. It's such a pleasure to have you here. What can I get you? It's on the house."
"Bella Swan," I responded quickly causing everyone within earshot to gasp. I was about to explain when she came walking out of what had to be the kitchen holding a tray with food on it.
"Edward?" she said looking shocked. I walked toward her while she set down the tray of food. The customers who were waiting for it didn't seem to care as they were looking back and forth between us.
"I um," Shit. What the fuck did I say? I couldn't come out and ask her for her breastmilk. She had to know what I was there for. "I couldn't wait. Is it alright if I take it now?"
"Sure," she said turning back to the tray. "Let me just get this food out, then I'll get it for you. It won't be a minute."
I watched as she quickly put the plates on the table and headed back toward the kitchen. There were still tons of eyes on me, but some people had gone back to eating and drinking.
"Here," she said handing me the black insulated bag.
"What is that?" Patrick O'Malley asked spotting the transaction. Again all eyes were on us.
"It's uh…" What the fuck? I'd rather it was a bag of pot than breastmilk. It seemed like that would be more acceptable.
I looked to Emmett who looked just as confused and curious as the rest of them.
"It's soup," Bella said. Shit she was quick on her feet. "It's my broccoli cheddar soup."
"Soup?" Patrick asked. "I didn't know you could cook. You should give him some of my famous reuben soup."
"Thanks, but this is my favorite. I wasn't feeling so well tonight, so I asked her to make me some." My words made sense in theory, but everyone was still staring. "Thank you so much Bella. I'll, uh, catch up with you tomorrow?"
It was bad enough I was taking a small bag from her. If I pulled out my wallet and handed her a couple hundred dollars, that wouldn't go over well at all.
"Sounds good. I'll bring by some of the reuben soup first thing." She smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back.
"Thank you Bella," I said before walking out the door and to the car.
We got in and Emmett was just staring at me. "What?" I said wondering why he hadn't started up the car.
"What the fuck was that? I'll give my left nut if there is broccoli cheddar soup in that bag."
His statement made me laugh. "Keep your nut. You're right, it's not soup."
He shook his head. "If you needed some stuff, I know a guy who might know a guy. You can't be risking your career and.."
I cut him off. "It's not drugs… " He raised his eyebrows. "It's breast milk… for Charlie." I opened the bag and showed him the two smaller bags inside.
He started the car and began driving home. We'd been on the road for nearly ten minutes before he spoke. "You know, it would have been less weird if it were broccoli cheddar soup."
Chapter End Notes:
Have gotten comments from a few of you that this reminds you of the Midnight Caller Drabble... well, here's a bit from Midnight Caller (now a book) And please stop reading here if my excerpts from original ficton offend you.
"I've got to get going," I said truthfully. It was getting dark, and I had somewhere I wanted to be. I set the envelope with Gretchen's limits that Ian and I had gone over a few days before on the table near the door. With a nod to him, I turned to exit the room.
I gave one last glance at Gretchen, who was already sucking on Vincent in earnest. Her cheeks were hollowed out and she had him in balls deep. He'd better have some serious self-control or he was definitely going to lose the challenge. After all, she was perfect, and for a brief moment, I wondered if I had made the right decision.
No, I reassured myself, this was what I wanted. I didn't want perfect. I needed my playthings to make mistakes. Human mistakes.
I made it back to my apartment in plenty of time. Tonight began just like the others, but I knew it was going to end differently. Tonight I was going to make contact. Tonight, she was going to know I existed.