BELLA POV - AUGUST 27th 2012
I groaned, slapping the loud alarm clock that signaled that it was six-thirty. I sighed and tossed the comforted off of me, my hot skin instantly being attacked by the cold.
I lazily made my way into Blake's room, shaking him awake and getting him up for the first day at kindergarten. Blake was my son, he was four and a half and the cutest child you have ever seen in your life. He had dirty blonde hair, big bright blue eyes and the most adorable smile that made you fall in love with him in seconds.
Blake's dad, Mike Newton, and I, divorced when he was eleven months old. His dad and I's relationship had never worked, as we both didn't love each other. We never had. We had gotten married two months after college graduation.
We were stupid, blinded by how happy we were at that time to realize that we didn't actually love each other. We were on a cloud nine after graduating, we had dated for two months before we graduated, we both met in a bar and although I wasn't overly attracted by him, I agreed to go on a date, and then before I knew it, we were in a relationship and had gotten engaged on the night of graduation and then we were married two months later. It all happened quick. Too quick.
Mike and I had a very short marriage, it only lasted for two years. I had gotten pregnant with Blake soon after the honeymoon at the age of twenty two. I was scared to have a baby, but as soon as Blake was born, I loved him and knew that I wanted to be the best mother I could be.
But Mike, he was a deadbeat dad. He worked all the time, he didn't take out time in his day to play with Blake, let alone acknowledge him. And yet, I found myself having shared custody with this man.
Mike got Blake every second weekend and every second and third Thursday and Friday in the month. But one thing about Mike, if the day didn't suit him to have Blake, then he wouldn't bother collecting him or even bother to call me to tell me that he couldn't make it. It frustrated the hell out of me, especially when Blake loved him but he didn't love Blake back.
I let out a huff, not wanting to think about it anymore as I brushed my teeth roughly and spit into the sink, washing my mouth out with water. I got dressed in my light pink scrubs and put on some soft smelling perfume. It wasn't overpowering, but gave a nice aroma.
I left my room, ready for the day as I walked into Blake's room, smiling as I saw him in his jeans, socks and navy t-shirt. "Did you remember underwear?" I asked, looking down at him.
He rolled his eyes, "Yes, mommy." He nodded, getting himself organized before he followed me downstairs and into the kitchen for breakfast.
I made chocolate chip pancakes, wanting to spoil my little man as he was having a tough week. Mike didn't show up to bring him to the baseball game he had promised to take him too for months. It had really disappointed Blake and I felt it for him. The heartbreak was hard to go through.
We ate breakfast in silence before loading up into the car and I smiled when buckling Blake into his booster seat, planting a small kiss on his lips before tickling his stomach softly, making his musical laughter fill my ears. It was the best sound I had ever heard.
I drove to Forks Elementary and walked hand in hand with my baby until we got to the classroom door. I frowned, bending down to say goodbye to my Blake. I pouted and he kissed my lips, hugging me tightly. He was braver than other kids on there first day and I commended him for that, as many other children clung to their mother and fathers legs.
"You okay?" I wondered, as he looked at other children, seeming curious but reserved.
He nodded, "Kindergarten will be fun like you said. Grandpa told me I didn't need to be nervous or scared because I am going to do great, regardless." He spoke all these big words, hardly pronouncing them at all.
I smiled. "You will do great, and then mommy will collect you in four hours and bring you to grandma Sue's." I informed him and he nodded, looking happy.
I pouted a little. I hated to say goodbye, but I had too, as the teacher called her new class into the classroom. "Don't be sad, momma. I will see you in four hours." He told me, holding up four fingers and I smiled.
"Okay, bye baby, have a good day." I told him and with one more hug, he ran into his classroom.
I stood and looked once more at the classroom door, reluctantly leaving. I hated leaving him, but he had to go to school and I had to go to work. I got back in my car, driving ten minutes to Forks Memorial Hospital, where I worked as a pediatric nurse. I was happy with my job here, although I hated that Mike's sister worked as the receptionist on my ward. I hated the part of me that helped her get a job here.
I parked the car and clocked in, before making my way up to the ward I worked on and started doing rounds. I mostly worked with babies in the ICU (intensive care unit) and babies in general, but on days like today, I was working with toddlers.
"Hello." I smiled sweetly at a two year old that was in a hospital bed. "How are you? Are you feeling any better?" I wondered, talking in a soft, genuine voice while holding his small hand and softly rubbing the back of his knuckles. He smiled at me, "Your just so gorgeous." I told him, giggling as he gave me a toothy grin.
I smiled at his parents, taking in there concerns and listening to how they felt their son was being treated, before I fixed and checked all the machines, assuring them that I would pitch there concerns to the doctors and make sure to update them later on in the day, which they were most appreciative about.
I finished rounds, looking at the clock and seeing that I had already been here for two hours. In two hours I got a forty five minute lunch break, so I could collect Blake, bring him to the diner for lunch and then bring him to my dad's house, so Sue, my step-mom, could look after Blake for the afternoon. I was grateful that she was willing to look after him, as I didn't want to put him into day-care for another four hours after school while I worked.
I was brought out of my thoughts by Angela, my best friend, standing next to me at the nurses station. I smiled over at her. She was one of the people in my life that I was so grateful to have, because she helped me through so many hard times. And I was eternally grateful for all her love and support throughout college and my marriage that had gone down hill as well as the aftermath of it all. She was an amazing friend, like the sister I never had.
"Have you heard the news?" She whispered lowly.
I shook my head, "No. What news?" I wondered, looking up at her face.
"Dr. Cullen, his son Edward, just came back from Switzerland. Apparently he is working here now." She informed me.
"So…" I shrugged. Amazing, Carlisle's son came back to Forks. It wasn't breaking news.
"Bella." She said, as if I were dumb and everything else were obvious. "Have you seen the guy?" She asked.
I shook my head, "No. Do I really want to?" I asked, writing down notes on a child's chart.
"Wait until you see the hottie. He is like a swimsuit model, perfect hair, teeth, skin tone. Oh baby, it makes me so horny to just think about that good looking face." She hummed.
I laughed, "Your such a perv." I shook my head, putting the chart back on the rack and clicking my pen closed before putting it in my breast pocket next to my identity card that was clipped on.
She giggled, "Wait until you seen him, you will be drooling to." She said, walking with me down the hallway.
"Okay, whatever." I muttered, both of us turning separate ways as we had a job to get back to.
I sighed and scrubbed my hands in the sink outside of the ICU unit. I put on gloves and overalls as well as a face mask. I walked over to the little lives, blinking a lot to keep my tears at bay. This job wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. It was heartbreaking to watch such innocent lives fight so hard for life, but I always kept positive about things, no matter how much it hurt.
I adjusted machines and IV's, smiling at each baby as I caressed each of there little hands, a silent 'hang in there' before I would move on and keep working. I opened the ICU door, bumping into a very tall person. And, god, did he smell amazing.