Welcome to my new fic. This one is going to be shorter chapters posted a few times a week. It's a plot bunny that came to me the other day and I just couldn't resist it.
I toss my hair over my shoulder and grab my favorite record, slipping it on to the spindle and lowering the needle. This is my favorite part of the day, waking up with music. It's something that's been a big part of my life for a while.
Ever since my dad bought me a record player for my birthday back when I turned sixteen and it only seems fitting that I continue the tradition today.
The smooth sounds of Sam Cooke begin to resonate from the crackling speakers, making my nerves calm.
And I sing along. "What a wonderful world it would be…" I sway my hips and spin my long skirt, dancing around my room. The feet inside my saddle oxfords find the beat and just can't let it go.
As I shimmy and shake from one side of the room to the other I wonder what I'm going to do with my life now. There are so many possibilities, but I pretty much know where I'm going.
I happily throw open my window letting the cool air. It's September and fall is already starting to waft in. There are still birds chirping and making me feel light and just adding to my good mood.
"Isabella," I hear my mother call from downstairs.
I sigh and shut off the music, run a brush through my hair and place the pretty flower headband on my head. I take one look at the girl in the mirror and smile. I'm bursting with excitement. Before leaving my room I check my white button-up blouse one more time, just to make sure it's perfect.
Today is the day. Today I'm an adult. I'm finally twenty-one and even though it doesn't feel a hell of a lot different than yesterday, it's still a milestone in my book.
I float down the stairs, happy as can be.
My mother is there waiting for me. She's smiling just like me.
And when I reach her, she wraps her arms around me. "Awe my baby," she murmurs as she hugs me tight.
"Not anymore," I whisper.
"You'll always be my baby, no matter what age you are. Happy birthday," she says, pulling back and inspecting me. "You don't look twenty-one, does she Charlie?" She looks over to my dad who is sitting at the round oak table in their kitchen.
My mother looks like she's about to cry with the amount of tears clouding her eyes. My father lumbers over to us and looks at me as if it's the first time he's seeing me. I just stand there waiting for his input. It's what I've been taught my whole life. "Children are to be seen and not heard."
"Yep, one fine looking woman we made here, Renee," my father tells her with a broad smile on his face. It's true; I'm a good mix of both of them. I have my father's deep brown eyes and my mother's brunette hair that has subtle highlights of red. My petite frame is all my mother's, but my nose and ears are my dad's.
"We sure did! Now, there's breakfast on the table. Eat up. We're celebrating today!"
Mom ushers me to sit and we all dig into an amazing breakfast.
"So," my mother begins, clearing her throat.
I look up from my eggs and bacon, waiting patiently to hear what she has to say.
"Your father and I have a suitor for you." I watch the look in her watery blue eyes and get nervous. I can see her trepidation and it makes me anxious.
"A suitor?" I question. "You do know its sixty-two, right?" I'm not trying to be rude, but really, I don't need them to find me a boyfriend.
"Just hear us out, Bella," my father begins. "Your mother and I've discussed this, as our only daughter, only child for that matter, we believe you need safety and security. We think that those come from a strong relationship with same goals in mind," he says, briefly stopping to take a sip of his coffee. "And I know you kids are downright crazy these days and it's difficult to find that kind of…well bond. So we did all the hard work for you."
He looks so proud of himself. His mustache lifts up and he smiles.
"We just want what's best for you," my mother declares resting a hand on top of mine.
I shrug and agree. It seems like a nice dream. Happily married to someone who wants the same things in life as me? Yeah, why not?
"So who's the guy?" I finally ask.
"Jasper Daniels," they both say.
I cock my head in confusion, but neither of them attempts to remedy it.
My mother just goes on about how she wants me to be safe and secure as an adult and her desire to be a grandmother. While that idea puts a small damper on my want to be a part time journalist, I don't deny my own desire for a family. I guess I just thought it would come with time.
So what do you think?
Chapter 2 is coming soon. Tomorrow morning most likely, or tonight if there's a big turn out.
What do you think of Bella so far?