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Here is my short drabble story for the October Drabble Wars! I have the banner up on my Facebook. Check out all the other stories for this month too at drabblewar . blogspot 2012/10/ october-author-question-of-day-monday . html?zx=96b5e7dc3872428a
Also I was post this story later on my blog in PDF along with my other stories, and the other websites.
Thanks to my beta's Darcysmom and BelleDuJour for their help. They are truely amazing.
Disclaimer: All Twilight related things belong to Stephenie Meyer.
One Year Later
"Ahh, it's okay, Mase," I whispered in a soothing tone.
His wails were loud as I changed his diaper.
"I know, baby, I know," I sighed.
I buttoned up his onesie and picked him up. We needed to get back on the road if we wanted to arrive before dinner.
It was that time of the year again for the Swan Escape. This year my grandfather took into consideration that Edward and I now have a two month old baby. So he decided to have the trip in Malibu. It was only a two and a half hours away.
After all that talk about Edward knocking me up last year, we did indeed become pregnant. I was a little shocked at first, but we were really excited to have our first child. My mother was the first person in our family to hear the news. She went a little overboard and shopped constantly for Mase, but it was expected for her first grandchild.
Edward's parents seemed to like the idea of having a grandchild, but they have yet to see him. Their behavior shouldn't have shocked me, but I could see the hurt in Edward's eyes. He watched how all my family came to visit me in the hospital, and checked up on Mase constantly. And his parents? Zero interest.
"Hey Mase, what's wrong, bubba?" Edward asked and took him out of my arms.
Mase immediately stopped crying and stared at Edward. It was like looking in a mirror. Masen looked exactly like Edward did as a child, except his hair had a darker shade to it.
"Are you going to feed him?" Edward looked at me.
"Yeah, I have three bottles prepared for him. I have to stop and pump in an hour," I said in a tired voice.
"Okay," he said with a nod to his head.
Edward buckled Masen up in his car seat and got in the driver seat of our new Chevy Traverse. I really loved this car. Of course Edward got nothing but top of the line; we had the money so it didn't really matter, and he got it for an incredible price. My husband was one great negotiator, something I was not.
I sat in the back with Masen and got his bottle out. Masen's bright green eyes stared at me intently. As soon as the rubber was in his mouth he greedily drank the milk. I gently caressed his pale cheek.
I never knew how much I could possibly love this child. The love of a mother for her child is so unbelievably hard to describe. I could watch him all day and all night, if it weren't for the exhaustion I felt from no sleep. Masen liked to stay up at night and sleep during the day. The complete opposite of ours.
Masen finished the bottle. I gently patted his back and he let out a loud burp. I stuck his pacifier in his mouth and soon he drifted off to sleep.
We arrived at the hotel right before dinner. I sent my mother a text letting her know that we had arrived, but we wanted to settle in first. She of course couldn't wait to see her grandson and happily took him, letting Edward and I unpack and freshen up, plus I really needed to pump.
I let Edward take a shower first while I sat in a chair pumping my breasts for milk. I sat there feeling sticky and gross and in desperate need of a shower. I was so thankful as soon as the water hit my body. I could almost feel the filth coming off of me.
I put on a nice pink sundress and my white crocheted Toms. I was all for comfort nowadays. My hair was damp and wavy; I wasn't going to waste my time on styling it tonight.
Edward walked into the bathroom as soon as I finished putting on my mascara. "You look beautiful tonight," he whispered and kissed my temple.
"Thanks," I sighed.
"Come on, love. Let's get some food in you." He chuckled to himself.
"Food sounds great right now," I moaned.
We walked hand in hand and met everyone in my grandparents' hotel suite. They all smiled and asked more questions about Masen. They were fighting over who got to hold him next.
I greeted almost everybody. The only person missing was Uncle Marcus; he was getting himself a drink.
"How's parenthood?" Grandma Swan asked as she embraced me into a hug.
"I love every second of it," I answered.
"It suits you and Edward very well," she complimented and moved to give Edward a kiss on his cheek.
The family atmosphere was nice and happy. Everyone was thrilled to have a baby on this trip. Now that Edward and I actually had a child, I was hoping on this trip my sex life would not be the main topic of conversation.
The door opened and Uncle Marcus walked in with a nice big mug of beer. "Ay, Ed! You finally did it, man! You got yourself a little piglet!" He high fived him.
Edward chuckled and had a look of pride on his face as he stared at our son.
"So, you getting ready to baste another turkey soon?" Marcus asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
Okay, my sex life was still going to be the main topic again.
Welcome to the Swan Escapes….
Thanks for reading.
This story was based on my annual family escapes, and yes Uncle Marcus is a real person and he really did say those things.
I would love to hear what you think.