Title: I Found A Boy
Summary: When the past collides with the present, Bella learns just how precious the future is.
Word Count: 500
I'd spent three years of my life thinking that James Dobson hung the moon. I admired him from afar during our sophomore year at Washington State. At a Halloween party the next year he came dressed as James Dean, looking hot as hell. Thinking back now, I can't help but roll my eyes at how blind I was. Like the love-struck twit that I was, I never even corrected him when he guessed mu costume wrong. I had gone as Betty Page, not a stripper. That was the beginning of many more compromises just so I could be on his arm.
I thought that he loved me and I adored him. The day I walked in on him and my roommate Victoria, naked and sweaty, was the best thing that could have happened. Thankfully, it was the week before graduation, so I packed all of my stuff and bunked with my best friend, Tanya. She had told me over and over that James wasn't good enough for me, but I ignored her. Long story short, that mistake would never be made again.
Three months after breaking up with James, I let her talk me into going out with her cousin, Edward. When I met him at a small cafe a few blocks from my new apartment, I felt my world spin off its axis. His hair was a messy reddish brown, which perfectly complemented a pair of bright green eyes that shone with gentle kindness and were framed by rectangular-shaped glasses. The more we dated and got to know each other better, the more I realized what I had felt for James wasn't real love, just infatuation. With Edward, I learned what true love was.
We'd been married for just over a year and I was four months pregnant when I saw James again. I literally ran into him as I was exiting a bakery, satisfying my newly-acquired sweet tooth. At first, my heart skipped a beat as I looked into his stunning blue eyes, but I calmed quickly once my heart recognized that they weren't the loving verdant ones I cherished. He smiled and told me how good I looked, asking if I'd join him for a cup of coffee. The look on his face when I declined, stating that I was meeting my husband for lunch, was priceless.
When I met up with Edward, I kissed him soundly on the lips, happy and grateful for every moment that we'd spent together. He smiled down at me and absent-mindedly rubbed my baby bump.
"What was that for, love? Not that I'm complaining."
I rested my head against his chest, sighing. "Nothing, babe. I just love you so much."
He chuckled and held me tightly. "I love you, baby. Both of you."
I sighed and closed my eyes, breathing in his scent and letting the feeling of contentment wash over me. This was what love was supposed to be and I would be thankful for the rest of my life.