Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. I don't own "Strawberry Wine" (though I do make my own!) Enjoy!
Epilogue: Strawberry Wine
He was working through college on my grandpa's farm
I was thirsting for for knowledge and he had a car
I was caught somewhere between a woman and a child
When one restless summer we found love growing wild
On the banks of the river on a well beaten path
Funny how those memories they last
Like strawberry wine and seventeen
The hot July moon saw everything
My first taste of love oh bittersweet
Green on the vine
Like strawberry wine
I still remember when thirty was old
My biggest fear was September when he had to go
A few cards and letters and one long distance call
We drifted away like the leaves in the fall
But year after year I come back to this place
Just to remember the taste
'Strawberry Wine' by Deana Carter
"Promise me that you'll call?" I said staring into his emerald green eyes.
"I will," he said, staring back into my chocolate brown eyes. I kissed him again, not wanting this moment, or the summer to pass. "I have to go Bells. I'm gonna miss the bus."
I watched as he turned around, picked up his suitcase, and handed it to the coachmen, then got onto the bus. The man of my dreams was getting on a bus, leaving for boot camp, going into the US Marine Corps. I didn't want him to go but I understood his pull to the military. He wanted to serve his country, after which he'd go to college. His plan was to use the GI Bill to go to college, after which he'd join a law firm and become a successful lawyer. I watched as he took a seat near the window, he blew me a kiss and I watched as he drove away. I missed him already.
Edward and I had been camp counselors together. We'd spent the entire summer getting to know each other, and slowly falling in love. A week ago we had consummated our relationship, after a summer of taunting and teasing. It was everything that I had imagined it would be like. We'd found a tent, some cozy blankets and spent the night learning how to love each other. It was pure and utter bliss, and I would miss it.
"Bells," Alice shook me from my memories, "we need to leave. We're gonna be late for the first day of our senior year."
Thirteen Years Later
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. There was an annoying noise intruding on my dreams. I wasn't quite ready to get up and though I knew that I had a ton to do today, I really wanted to stay in bed just a few minutes longer.
"Bella." I squished my eyes closed harder, hoping my husband would leave me alone and let me sleep just a few minutes longer.
"Bella," I hear him say again. I pull my hand out from under my pillow and slap the offending noise maker on my night stand.
"I'm up," I say, wiping my eyes of the crusties. I swing my legs out of our king size bed and pull on my bathrobe, tying the sash tight around my waist. After all these years, I was still thin, but had filled out in 'all the right places' during my three pregnancies. I slipped my feet into my slippers and went into the bathroom, brushing my teeth quickly I finish in the bathroom and walk downstairs, putting a pot of coffee on while I go about making some breakfast for my husband, Mike.
I grab the eggs and bacon out of the frig and put a skillet on the stove. I put the bacon on and start whipping up the eggs, mixing in cheese, the way my husband prefers. After dropping the mixture into the skillet I open the bacon and start to cook that. While the bacon cooks I grab a coffee cup from the cupboard and prepare Mike's coffee. I watch as he walks into the kitchen, his hair still wet from his morning shower, dressed in a gray suit with a blue tie. I hand him his coffee and watch as he sits down, waiting to be served his breakfast. I run outside to retrieve the morning paper, coming back in and handing it to him. I turn his eggs onto a plate and give him some bacon and then place the plate in front of him. I watch as he silently eats, alternating between eggs, bacon and coffee while reading the morning paper. I open the refrigerator and start getting items together for lunch for my two eldest children.
"Bella," I hear my husband say, and I turn around to look at him. "More coffee?" He says, handing me his coffee cup. I turn back around and fill his cup up, handing it back to him and completing my children's lunches.
"I'll be home late tonight," he says. I watch as he gathers his things together and walks out the front door, bleeping his Mercedes open as he goes.
"Bye dear," I wave to him as he leaves and watch him drive away. After my husband's car leaves the subdivision that we live in, I turn around, close the door and walk up the stairs to my children's room. I wake up my oldest child, Joseph, and wait for him to actually role out of the bed before going to my daughter's room. My middle child, Abbigail is sound asleep and in true Abbi style is laying half-on, half-off the bed, partially covered with a blanket, clutching her stuffed kitty. Her blonde hair is all over the place. I stand at the door a few minutes and watch my only daughter sleep. Eventually, I wake her up and help her get her clothes down, making sure that she is styled perfectly for school. Finally, I head to the nursery where my one year old is sound asleep, oblivious to the noise his siblings are making.
"Momma," I can hear my son yelling from his bedroom. I walk into the room to see what the problem is and find him knee deep in t-shirts.
"What's wrong baby?" I ask, looking at him.
"I can't find my undershirt that I need to wear for school." I walk over to his dresser and pull out a plain white t-shirt and hand it to him. "Put this on. Your uniform is in the closet." I walk out of his room and back to my room and start to put my ensemble together for the day.
Several minutes later I emerge from my room, ready to conquer the day. My son is ready and dressed in his school uniform, my daughter is dressed in her favorite outfit, a pink dress and pink high top chucks. I pick the baby up from his bed and walk down the stairs as my two oldest children follow behind me.
"Grab your lunches," I say, walking out the door to my garage and putting my son in his car seat. "Come one kids, we're going to be late," I watch as they get in there seats.
On my way back from dropping the kids off at school, I start my weekly errands. I pull into the Whole Foods parking lot, grab my son from the back and head into the grocery store. And hour and a half later I'm at the cash register, ready to pay and head onto my next destination.
"Ma'am," the cashier says to me, "do you have another card?" She hands my debit card back to me and I'm just staring at her with my mouth open. Stunned.
"Try it again. I know there's money in there. My husband is a doctor," I hand her my debit back, knowing there is some sort of problem. She runs it through the machine a second time, waiting for it to beep. Again, it's declined. I watch as she runs it a third time. Again, declined. I'm not sure what the problem is, as I know that there is plenty of money in the bank. "Do you have another card?" I dig into my Louis Vuitton handbag and extract the matching wallet, pulling out my American Express card..
"Here," I say, handing it to the women.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am, that's been declined as well."
"Excuse me?" I ask looking at her in surprise. There's no way it was declined. It didn't have a limit. That meant only one thing. Mike, for some reason, had canceled my credit cards.
I extract my son from the cart, go to my car, put my son in his car seat and call my husband. Boy did he have some explaining to do.