A/N_ It's shorter than the last chapter, I know. I just wanted to give you guys something before I go silent for another month. I have mid years next week, and by god, I just might die.
Also Kinda important, but not really . . .: If you guys wanna help with something, that'd be really great. In your review (and you will review) it'd be fantastic if you could give me an answer on what you consider to the good life? I do Philosophy at school and I have to gather 'evidence' on the concept of a good life. It's optional of course, don't feel forced. (Feel forced, this is compulsory, you read my story, you tell me what the good life is, that's the deal)
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I followed him out of the car and opened Jackson's door. I unbuckled Jackson from his seat, he was still asleep and there was dribble trailing down his chin, and I sighed. Using the end of my sleeve, I cleaned it off and lifted him into my arms, cuddling him. And he huffed a little, my Baby boy.
I can remember, not all that long ago, when I would have cringed or grimaced at the thought of cleaning up messes, from dribble to shit, the list was endless when it came to the babes.
I used to think I'd be like my mother, married to a guy with more money than he knew what to do with, and I'd adopt some starving African child. Skip all the gross stuff, you know?
And it's sad really, how the thought of whom I used to be, sickens me. Makes me cringe.
Shaking my head; shaking the thought away.
With Jackson settled into one arm, I leaned further in to grab Jackson's nappy bag and then shut the door.
Edward stood at the front of the car, staring at us.
I couldn't tell what his expression meant. He just looked . . . content? I don't know.
All I know is that it made me feel warm, the way he was looking at us.
He seemed to jolt out of it though, when he saw me looking and walked over to us.
"I, uh, packed us some lunch," He brought his hand up to rub the back of his neck, "Hope that's okay?"
I smiled, cause he's just so adorable like this, and nodded quickly, "Of course it's okay, I'll eat anything and Jackson's not onto solid food, yet."
He nodded, smiling back at me before moving round me and to the back of the car.
I took the spare couple of seconds while he fetched whatever, to look at my surroundings.
It really was gorgeous. Despite the rest of the desperately small town, this was beautiful and open; like it would make living here all worth it.
Whoa, living here? Back up a bit, you live in Seattle, and that's plenty worth it.
Oh, go away.
Edward appeared next to me then, holding a cooler and small basket.
"Shall we?" he asked, and then began to make his way over to a table under the shade of a tree. I followed.
After taking a seat on the bench, I seated Jackson on my lap more comfortably, and he began to doze off again after being jostled awake when I got him out of the car.
Edward was staring at him again, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He's taken all of this so well, better than I thought he would. I stared back at him as he stared at our son, and somehow, I knew it was coming.
Edward looked at me in the eyes, and seemed to find something there that made him speak.
"To be honest, it's lucky he has my hair and eyes, or I would have had a hard time believing he was min – "
My brow rose, and he cut off, raising his hands up in surrender. He looked sheepish, but not regretful. This Edward was beginning to resemble the one I'd met at the bar more. Not so cautious, and shy. Though I didn't blame him for being cautious, given the circumstances. And this, at least, was something I'd planned for, and really, despite the look I was giving him, I wasn't even mad.
"Hey, don't give me that look. You told me enough about your life in that one night for me to know that you're not naïve. So don't make me feel guilty for feeling something that's completely rational," He said softly as he spoke his truths.
None of this is rational.
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