SM own everything Twilight related. I'm just playing around with the chacarters.
I know I have a few other stories started, but this one has been on my mind for some time and I decided to share it. TB and SS:LIAB have many chapters written ahead, unlike this one. I hope you'll like my idea for this story.
Summary: Food carts collide because of the disobedient kids. They live next door. The kids team up to make their parents see that they are made for one another while the parents are busy otherwise and don't see what's in front of them. Bella Swan, mother of four kids: Max, Seth, Carla and Chris. Edward Cullen, father of six kids: Rebecca, Patty, Ritchie, Patrick, Lydia and Lucy. Max and Rebecca collide their carts at the store and everything starts with the first meeting... or not really.
"Stop it!" I yelled. "Cars are driving in the parking lot! MAX!" I screamed.
"Nothing will happen." He dismissed me and kept rolling himself with the cart.
"Your sister and brother are in the cart!" I shouted, grasping my other son's hand and pushed the other cart behind Max.
"They're having fun!" Max shouted over his shoulder.
"REBECCA!" a man shouted from behind me just as a cart full of food and a young kid, pushed by a girl about Max's age, zoomed past me. "You are in trouble, young lady!" the man yelled in a hoarse voice. I understood him perfectly.
I looked to Max just in time to see him about to collide with the other cart. "Max, watch out!" It was too late. Food spilled out of the carts and the three kids started crying on command. I rushed to mine and picked Carla up, turning to Max, glaring.
"Sorry, Mom." He raised his hands in defeat.
"You alright, buddy?" I asked Chris, Carla's twin. They were only three. He nodded, rubbing his little arm.
"You're grounded for an immensurable period of time. " I hissed to Max.
"You can't do that! I have a date with Donna, tomorrow."
I put Carla back in the cart and started picking stuff from the ground. I could hear the man from before, screaming at this Rebecca and turned to see what was wrong. His kid was crying in the cart, while he was busy screaming at his oldest daughter, or so I hoped she was. I mean, he was about my age and it would have been disturbing to be with a high school girl.
"Pick them up." I snapped to Max and saw with the corner of my eye that Seth went to help him. I went to the other cart and picked the girl up. She hugged me and continued to sob in my neck.
"Oh shh, honey." I rubbed her back trying to soothe her. "What's your name, sweetie?"
"Lucy." She sniffed and wiped her tears with her little fingers.
"Did you hurt yourself? That was quite a crash."
"No." I sighed in relief.
"IF I SEE DANIEL TRYING TO RESCUE YOU, I'M SENDING YOU TO A NUNNERY!" her father yelled, making the little girl in my arms, whimper.
"I have a social life, Dad! You can't cut me off because I bumped in someone else's cart."
"Rebecca, so help me! I have told you to be good since we arrived here."
"It's boring to shop with the family!" she snapped.
"Excuse me?" I interrupted the argument.
The man's eyes flew to mine and I couldn't help but notice how beautiful they were, even if they were swirling with anger. His green eyes widened when he saw Lucy in my arms then he glanced at the cart to make sure it was his girl in my arms then back to me.
"And who the hell are you, lady? Give me back my kid!"
"She was scared! You weren't even attending to her." I told him as I handed him back the kid. As if remembering he had kids, he looked around and shouted. "Lydia! Patrick! Ritchie!"
Did he have just as many as me? Well, only Seth and Max were mine, but I found it nice that some other people could cope with so many.
Three identical kids appeared like the Happy Three Friends, popping their heads behind the corner of the car. Were they really triplets?
"Come here and help me clean the mess. Rebecca, get in the car." He ordered them.
"Is this ouws?" Clara asked me innocently, showing me a packet of condoms. Before I could make a mental note to beat Max up, the insane man I had just met snatched them from her.
"Those happen to be mine." It wasn't until what I saw he took. A bag of apples. The condoms were still there.
"I can explain… I mean… I wasn't… you see-"
"You are dead."
"No, Mom. I can explain. Honest."
"Home." I stressed the word and bent to pick other things.
After half an hour of making sure we got everything, we left. Max was quiet on the way home, probably realizing what would come if he opened his mouth. In moments like this, I wondered why I wanted to have so many kids.
"Mommy?" Chris' strained voice came from behind me.
"Yes, honey?" Please, tell me you don't have to pee.
"I have to potty." I let out a small groan and saw Max fighting a smile.
"Can you hold for a few more minutes? We're almost home." Please.
"I think so…"
The second I parked the car, I hoisted him up and rushed inside, leaving the others to unpack. I stumbled over the unpacked boxes in the house and put him on the toilet. The things that made a kid happy. He was grinning the whole while. It took him a few months to understand that if he would poo and pee in the big toilet, he will be a big boy.
"Max, did you install the TV?"
"Not yet!" he yelled from upstairs.
"And what are you waiting for? Do that then come to the kitchen. We need to talk!"
I searched for the bowls and put the dog food there, knowing they'd come when they'd hear and smell the food. They didn't disappoint. Buffy and Google came in the kitchen, barking.
"Mooom!" I slammed the frozen vegetables on the table and went to the living room. Max was installing the audio system, not the TV as I had instructed him.
"What are you doing?" I asked, angry.
"I'll put that, too. Relax."
"Now!" I stayed next to him as he installed the TV then dragged him to the kitchen.
"You aren't allowed out of the house. The only exception is school, of course."
"And I want the condoms." I held up my palm.
"That's disturbing." He muttered.
"Max! Give them here, now."
"I don't think so, they're mine. Get yours if you wanna get laid."
"You're crossing the line, young man! Give them to me before I decide to give you a sex talk."
His eyes widened and he searched his pockets and handed me the packet.
"WAKE UP!" I howled.
Seth was the first to arrive in the kitchen. He kissed my cheek and snatched a sausage from the frying pan before I could slap him.
"That's one sausage less for you, mister."
"It always works for Max."
"It doesn't." I reassured him. The boy in question appeared in the kitchen with Clara on his shoulders and Chris clinging to his leg.
"Morning, Mom. I have this serious case of growing limbs… can't take 'em off me." He chuckled, turning Clara upside down then putting her on her chair.
"Max, be careful, please."
"I am." I said calmly. "Hey, buddy!" he ruffled Seth's hair.
"Chris, come to Mommy." I crouched down and he left Max's leg to come in my arms. "Take your cereal box and go to the table." I put the box in his hands and he carried it dutifully to the table.
After breakfast, I dressed the kids and drove them to school.
"I don't see why I can't drive the car. I am sixteen. I have my driving license. And it will be easier for you." Max reasoned.
"Don't even think!"
"But Mom, won't it be easier if you didn't have to dress Clara and Chris every morning just to drive me and Seth to school?"
"Staying home has its perks. One of them is driving my kids to school." I said in a final tone.
I parked in front of the high school and said goodbye. Just as I was about to leave my spot, a car parked next to me, blocking my way. The driver was the man with the cart. I saw his oldest daughter getting out of the car along with the three other kids and another girl, I hadn't seen this weekend. The father didn't even pay attention to them leaving, he was on his phone, drinking coffee and combing his hair with his fingers. The little girl that had been in the cart during the accident, was in the front seat without a booster.
I honked and he jumped, spilling coffee on him then turned to me to glare. I motioned between his car and the road and watched as comprehension drawn to him. He nodded and ruffled the kid's hair then peeled off. That man was insane.
I drove back home, put the twins in front of the TV with cartoons then took my laptop and curled up on the couch, writing on my future book.
As I took a break, I saw that my little angels had fallen asleep holding hands. It was near to impossible to keep apart for more than five minutes. Being identical twins, they did everything together. It was nerve wrecking sometimes.
I carried them upstairs and then went to prepare lunch. After lunch was done, I decided to do a little more unpacking. We had moved here for over two months, but things weren't finished yet. Having two little kids, two older ones that were even just as much trouble as the little ones and two dogs made the ideal mad house, leaving me no time for the house or myself.
"Mommy!" My head shot up from a box when I heard Chris. They were awake.
"Mo-mmy!" Clara sang.
I rushed to them and saw them on their little bed, giggling.
"You think it's funny? What do you need?" I asked seriously, leaning on the doorframe.
"I'm hungwy and-"
"I want to pway wif Gu-gul."
It was funny when they completed each other's sentences, but annoying as hell.
"I'm sure Google won't appreciate if you torture him again." I told them and went to pick Clara up. Google was one of our dogs. Max's brilliant idea of naming the dog after the Internet searching engine ended up being awful, but the name stuck. The other dog was blessed with the name of Buffy. My kids were mad.
After lunch and a few rounds of playing different games, we went to get the boys from school. I saw them near the triplets of the insane man. The little girl looked like she had been hurt. I made my way there and saw Max yelling at another boy. Uh huh.
I cleared my throat and got everyone's attention. The boy Max was yelling at, left when he saw me.
"What happened?" I asked, crouching down.
"He pushed me." The girl whispered as tears fell from her beautiful blue eyes.
"Let me see." It looked quite bad and it needed to be cleaned or she'd get infected. "When are you picked up?" I asked her, knowing that I should tell them I knew their father.
"Oh you're the lady with the cart!" The eldest remembered. "I'm Rebecca."
"Bella." I told her.
"Oh no! Look, Becky!" the boys groaned. "It's Heidi!"
She sighed and looked at me then at the other woman. "Come on, Lydia. We're going home."
"But it hurts." The little girl complained.
"I can help you to the car." Max offered. I looked at him surprised. Who was he and what had he done to my son? I was amazed as he carried Lydia to their car.
"And I'm Ritchie." The other two kids introduced themselves in spite of going to the car.
"Lydia is our triplet." They said together and dissolved in a fit of giggles.
I grinned and shook their hands. "It's nice to meet you."
"Get here, boys!" an overly sweet voice said from behind me.
They said one after the other and rushed to the car. I motioned for my boys to come to our car.
"That was nice of you, Max."
"I have most of my classes with Rebecca. I think I'll be good this time. I don't want to move again."
"Thank God, you are growing up." I sighed in relief. "I don't like that woman." I found myself saying.
"Neither do them." He told me. "It's the babysitter if you want to call her that." He shrugged.
"I thought it was their mother."
"Nah… they don't really know their mothers."
"As in more?" Seth quipped up.
"Yep. Each and every one has a different mom. Cool, uh?"
I shot him a dirty look and he realized what he had said. They didn't have the same father. Max shrugged and fidgeted.
"Mom, please I would-"
He groaned and slumped in his seat. When I parked in front of the garage, he tried again.
"I would always listen to you. I promise. Look, I begged Donna for weeks… come on, Mom."
"I would stay only two hours." He continued to try.
"I can't just forget about your grounding for two hours." I snapped and picked Clara from her baby booster. I was sure that I would let him go if he approached me when Seth wasn't around, because Seth did everything his brother did.
I was trying to open the front door when a car pulled up in front of the house near mine. It was the woman, who had gotten the other kids from school. They lived next door, literally.
They were noisier than mine and most of them were girls. I could hear Rebecca using a very colorful mouth toward the woman then after a loud wail and a few more curses, I heard wheels screeching on the pavement.
"Hey!" I heard Rebecca and looked over there. She had a handful of each of the twin boys' jackets in her hands. "I made her leave so I can take care of you. I need to go buy detergent and some things for her knee. Will you behave?"
"Sure." They said together and run away.
She sighed and glanced toward me. "Oh hi."
"Do you need some help?" I asked her, approaching her hedge.
"Do you happen to have some Tide or something? I want to wash their clothes. And well I have no idea what to do with Lydia's knee."
"Sure. Why don't you all come over and I'll see what we can do?" I invited her.
"Really? We aren't the most well behaved kids there."
"Oh what can happen? I have three boys!" I dismissed her. Oh how wrong I was!
I took Lydia to my bathroom to attend to her bruised knee after I gave Rebecca detergent. I offered to take care of her siblings while she washed the clothes. The triplets ended up staying with us for our late lunch or early dinner. Ritchie and Patrick were constantly mischievous and if you didn't pay attention to them, they managed to do something they weren't allowed. Seth befriended them immediately and of course, they became partners in destroying my house.
"If you want to play football, do it outside. Not in my house!" I shouted when the ball smashed a picture frame. I watched as they went outside and sighed, exasperated. How had that man raised his kids? Lydia looked like an angel and if you didn't know, you couldn't tell that she was their triplet. Max had gone to help Rebecca with something and still wasn't back. I hoped he hadn't snuck out or he'd be in great trouble.
When I heard a car pull up, I saw it was my neighbor and I rushed out. He was carrying the sleeping small girl, had he taken her to his job? I rolled my eyes and made my way there, but I stopped when I saw him interacting with his kids. He ruffled the boys' hair then asked something and glanced over to my door. I stepped out of his sight and told Lydia to go to him. Seth came to me and told me he had made good friends today. I smiled and hugged him.
"I'm glad, kiddo. Do you know where your brother is?"
"There." He pointed to our neighbor's house. "With that girl."
Not half an hour later, Max came through the front door with a wide grin on his face and when I questioned him, he shrugged and told me that I looked good. He was up to something.
"Listen here. Grounded means you aren't allowed outside the house. Not even to our neighbors!"
"Okay, boss." He kissed my head and took the stairs two at a time.
I tucked the twins in and told them a story then went to my bed. I had to finish a chapter or two for my story, but I was too tired to keep my eyes open.
The next few days passed eventless and I didn't have any visits from our neighbors, but I saw different women going and coming from that house. Was he trying to find a suitable mother or something? It wasn't healthy to flaunt all those whores in front of the kids!
I had been very productive since I accepted Max's idea and gave him my car keys. I had written five chapters in three days and each chapter had over twenty pages.
I closed my laptop and switched the light off, settling for the night when I heard voices.
"It has to work!" I heard a girl's voice. It sounded vaguely familiar.
"This weekend. We'll find a way to do it." I heard Max say.
He was talking with neighbor girl. I looked out the window, but didn't see them down then I saw her window open and she was perched on her windowsill. I had to laugh at his way of talking with her. Teenagers could be inventive. I sneaked out of the room and went to his room. He was telling her about barbeque or something, not hearing me. But she saw me and started flailing her hands around trying to make him shut up.
"Max." I said quietly.
"Yeah?" he glanced to me then continued his plans with Rebecca. A moment later, he whirled around and gaped at me. "Mom! Oh crap. I mean… holy shit!"
I saw that his friend closed her window. "You're quite smart, huh?"
"Sorry! We were talking about school." He lied.
"Really? Are you learning about barbeques?"
He blushed and I giggled. "Better go to sleep, Max."
He nodded and dunked in the bed. I went to my bed, laughing at my son.