It was a beautiful night in New York. I am in bed under a pool of blankets and my sleeping husband cuddled to my side. I was up editing a book for one of my authors; I was trying to beat a deadline. Normally I was ahead on my editing, but life has been keeping me busy and I fell behind.
There was a calming silence surrounding us, the only sound was my keyboard and Edward's soft breathing. But suddenly, Edward's cell phone broke the silence. I was startled by the sudden noise, but I quickly answered it before it could ring again and wake Edward up.
My husband was usually a night owl, but the long shifts at the hospital have taken a toll on his body. He has been working long shifts all week; he could hardly keep his eyes open earlier tonight. This sleep was much needed, so I didn't want him waking up until the next morning.
I saw the caller I.D and considered not answering, but I went against my better judgment and answered. "Hello?" I said hesitantly.
"Hello Isabella, why are you answering my son's phone?" My mother-in-law, Esme said coldly. I couldn't think of a reason as to why she would be calling Edward at this hour.
Edward's family was never fond of me, for a reason I don't know. Ever since the first day they met me they had an instant hate. We managed to make it work; well I made it work for Edward's sake. I don't want to be the reason for a rift in his family.
"Baby, don't be nervous." Edward said soothingly as we drove to his parents.
Edward and I had been dating for a year now and I was just meeting his family. It's not that he didn't want to introduce me because he wasn't sure if we'd last. That was what I thought at first and it lead to a fight, but he assured me that is not the case. Three months into the relationship we knew that we'd get married one day. Edward said the reason I haven't met them is because his family is so judgmental and he was afraid it would put stress on our relationship, before we may have been able to handle it. Of course that struck fear in me, I don't want in laws that judge my every move. That was a fear of mine growing up, I always wanted to be accepted by in laws. But I would have to deal if they didn't like me.
"How can I not be? You said so yourself, your family is judgmental." I said nervously.
"They are, but no matter what they say, my feelings for you won't change." Edward said confidently.
We arrived at his parent's house a few minutes later. Their home was in the Hamptons, it was big and beautiful, and it was evident that a rich family lived here.
I grew up in a small town in Washington. I lived in an average sized house with just my dad. I was raised on the modest income of a small town police chief; life was nothing extravagant for me. So finding out Edward was so rich came as a shock to me. However, Edward didn't really show or talk about his money, he is humble. But evidently, his family is not like him.
After one knock, the large door swings open and reveals a middle aged man and women dressed in semi formal attire.
Edward hugged his parents and then introduced me, "Mom and Dad, meet Bella, my girlfriend."
"It's nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Cullen." I said stretching out my hand to them.
They shook me hand with a curt greeting.
"Well Edward, now I realize why you kept her away for so long. She is not one of us. Oh, you must come from a poor family. Where does your family live? Bronx, right?" Esme said rudely.
I was shocked at her bluntness. How can you say something like that to their son's girlfriend? Especially right in front of her face.
"Mother! I kept her away because of how judgmental you guys are. Obviously I did the right thing, based on how you're acting now." Edward said angrily, pulling me close to him whispering an apology.
"Actually, my family now lives in Manhattan. We are not poor, nor are we rich snobs. I am quite proud of where I come from." I say has politely as I can. I don't want to be rude, but I also don't want her talking down on my family.
My father may not have started on the best finical terms in Forks. But he is a lot better off now. He lives in New York with his new wife and step kids. My family is on decent terms now, but I will always be proud of where I came from.
"I don't want her in my home." Esme shot back.
"If you don't want her then you don't want me." Edward took my hand and led us out.
"That gold digging bitch is already taking my son away from me!" Esme exclaimed to her husband.
That accusation brought tears to my eyes. I'm not with Edward for his money; I didn't even realize how rich he was until 6 months into our relationship. Like I said, the knowledge of his wealth came as a shock to me.
End of flashback
"He's asleep, I didn't want him to wake up." I said calmly into the phone.
"It's only 10, why would he be asleep?" Did she really think I'm lying? This woman gets worse and worse every time we spoke.
"He's had a long week at work, long shifts almost everyday. Can I take a message?" I ask politely. No matter how mean the Cullens have been to me, I've always tried to be nice in return. It is hard; all I want to do is be rude back. But for Edward's sake, I do my best to keep my mouth shut.
"No, I was just calling to see what Edward was doing for Christmas." Esme said.
"Ok, well we were talking about it a while ago. We don't have anything planned yet." I told her.
This was a constant struggle for us during the holidays. We could never decide where to go for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year. Often we would end up doing something alone or with my family. Rarely did we do anything with his family because they didn't want me around.
That was hard on me, not because they didn't want me around cause I don't care about that, but because that reason keeps Edward away from his family. He never made it a problem, but I knew he was hurting because of them.
"I didn't want to know what both of you were doing, I asked what Edward was doing. You should make your own plans." She said rudely.
"I'll talk to Edward." I wasn't going to fight her; there would be no point. Talking to Esme was like talking to a brick wall.
After a short silence she said, "Oh, by the way change your last name."
"Excuse me?" I asked because I wasn't sure if I heard her right.
"You're not good enough to be a Cullen," She explained.
I was so dumb-founded. How could she say that? "Wh-what?"
"Oh dear, you just don't fit in our family. Edward could have done better." I always knew I'm not good enough for Edward, I mean let's face it he's a Greek god and I'm just plain Jane Bella. But by some miracle he loves me and I love him. The only problem was that his family hated me.
I didn't know how to answer her. I would never change my last name just cause Esme said so. All I said was "ok" in a near whisper, and quickly hung up.
When I woke up the next morning I noticed Edward wasn't next to me. I got up to look for him; it didn't take long because I just followed the delicious smells. I found him in the kitchen making breakfast. My favorite, oatmeal chocolate chips pancakes with fruit and orange juice.
Edward and I were total foodies. We were always testing recipes and trying New York restaurants. So it was not odd to find one of us, or both of us in the kitchen cooking.
"Mmm it smells sooo good." I said, as I pecked his lips. "Morning."
"Good Morning, love." He whispered in my ear. When he pulled away he look into my eyes for a while. Then said, "Your eyes are red, have you been crying?"
I didn't know how to respond, so I just turned my back to him and walked to the island in the middle of our kitchen. I don't like burdening Edward with the problems I have with his family. If I can eliminate his stress, I will.
"Bella, I heard you on the phone last night. Whom were you talking to?" He asks worriedly. Edward read me so well; it's a little crazy.
I couldn't avoid telling him this time; he had heard the call there's no way around the truth this time. So I responded honestly, "Your mom."
"What did she say?" He asked annoyed. He knew his mother was never linked to anything good.
"Well she asked what you are doing for Christmas." I started and before I can continue he interrupts me.
"We haven't decided." He states simply.
"Yes I know. But she isn't interested in what we are doing, she wants to know what you are doing." I answer. "Oh and she wants me to change my last name."
"What did you say?" He asked about changing my last name.
"I said ok." I answered.
"First of all, I am not leaving you for Christmas. Second of all, you are sure as hell aren't changing your last name!" He said angrily.
"Edward, they're your family, I don't want you to lose touch with them because of me. I think you should go, I'll be fine at home." I said, with tears running down my cheeks. "I'll go to my dads house or something. It won't be a problem."
Talking about it and seeing his anger made me feel more upset than I already was. This situation was hard on me, the more I think about it the more I will get upset. So I avoid thinking about it.
"No! You are not spending Christmas pregnant and alone." He yelled.
I didn't take my pregnancy into consideration when I told him to go without me. This being our first Christmas with me pregnant, I felt that it would be more special if we spend it together. He's right; I can't possibly spend this special Christmas without my husband. Even if I could, he wouldn't want to be away from the baby and I.
The baby is just a whole other issue. This bay would be so loved by us, but I'm not so sure how his family would take it. It was sure to add more issues between us. I can only hope they would be accepting to our baby.
"We're married, so technically we're one," Edward continued to say. "Which means if my family doesn't welcome you into their home, then they don't welcome me either." He said completely calm now.
I just nodded with tears still flowing. He walked up closer to me and wiped my tears with his thumb, then kissed me deeply.
"Why do they hate me so much? I just don't get it." I asked through my tears, after he pulled away from the kiss.
"I don't know, love." He pulled me into a hug. "But we'll go for Christmas and show them that no matter how much they hate you, I still love you."
I looked up at him with shock. His mother said I'm not welcomed, how could he have me go and get verbally bashed from his family? I already knew this Christmas would not be a good one.
"Don't worry love, I won't leave your side." I just nodded and rested my head on his chest.
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