Chapter Three:
BPOV
“I almost killed our son,” I whispered, looking down at Ethan playing with Edward’s fingers.
“Our son?” Edward whispered through unmoving lips. Even though I wasn’t a mind reader, I knew exactly what was going through Edward’s mind. His son, Ethan grew and developed for almost two years without him.
All of a sudden, Ethan decided that he had enough of being squeezed between us and he poked both our stomachs. I laughed and just then, Edward pulled both of Ethan and me closer to his chest, kissing both our foreheads. “Our son,” Edward repeated with awe in his voice.
Ethan made a tiny sigh when he realized that we weren’t going to be pulling away soon. Edward boomed out in laughter, bringing Ethan’s face up to his. Edward kissed Ethan’s nose, forehead and cheeks before hugging him closer to him. “Dada,” Ethan called in his innocent baby voice.
“Yes, Sunshine,” he asked when Ethan was set back down on his lap. Ethan started his adorable humming. “Do you want me to sing, baby?” Edward asked him. Ethan nodded enthusiastically and put on his cute pout. I’ve got to admit, Ethan is pretty intelligent for his age.
“He wants you to think,” I let Edward know, taking my guitar out of the case and started strumming. Edward instantly got the song.
John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt,
His name is my name, too.
Whenever we go out, the people always shout,
John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt.
Da da da da da da da da
Ethan started singing the last part making Edward and I start laughing, reaching out to give Ethan a kiss. I could see it in Edward’s eyes that Ethan was all he ever wanted. He looked so happy, so…human. He looked like a real father. He’s perfect. I leaned out and pressed my lips to his again, in a sweet gesture. His lips molded around mine perfectly. At that moment, the rare sunlight moved from behind the treetops, hitting Edward’s skin. Edward started to sparkle magnificently. He was as beautiful as I remembered. Ethan reached out with his tiny hand and stroked his father’s arm. “Da?” he questioned, his tiny lip quivering. I can only imagine what might have been going through my young son’s mind: dada leaving again—leaving him with mommy.
“Yes, daddy’s here. I am daddy,” Edward whispered, comforting Ethan. By the tortured expression on Edward’s face, I could tell that if he was able to cry, he would be bawling, just holding Ethan close to him. Edward held Ethan, stroking his wavy hair as it blew in the wind. “I love you, Sunshine,” Edward whispered into his tiny ear, his voice cracking, unusually.
“I…I…u-uv oooh, dada,” Ethan spoke for the first time in a complete sentence, in his cute baby slur.
“I love you,” I whispered into Edward’s ear as we squished Ethan between us again.
“I love you,” he spoke again as we kissed again.
“Mama, Dada,” Ethan whispered from between us.
“Yes, Sunshine,” we spoke in unison, pulling away from our kiss to take a look at our son.
“I u-ug-ugfry, mama,” he spoke hesitantly. I gasped at his efforts.
“What is it, Bella?” Edward asked.
“That was the first time Ethan ever spoke, you know in a complete sentence.”
“Oh,” was all Edward could say. He then brought Ethan up so that he was face to face with him again. “I’m so proud of you, Sunshine.”
“Dada, I ugfry,” Ethan whined again, bouncing on Edward’s lap. Edward reached around Ethan and I, pulling Ethan’s baby bag towards him.
“May I?” Edward asked me about to reach into the bag. Of course, he is a gentleman after all. My love.
“Sure. You are his father and my only love, after all,” I replied, smiling.
“As you are my only love. The love of my existence.” Ethan made tiny fists, then and started pounding on Edward’s chest.
“Dada!” Ethan wailed. Edward quickly reached into the bag pulling out a Juicy Juice juice box and a bag of Cheerios.
“Here you go, Sunshine,” Edward said, handing Ethan the bag of Cheerios, and setting the juice box between his chubby thighs.
“Yayy!” Ethan cheered, reaching into the bag of Cheerios, putting a few into his mouth. “Mama?” Ethan asked holding out some cheerios in his hand.
“No, baby. I’m fine.”
“Dada?” Ethan asked pouting adorably. Edward leaned down and took a few into his mouth. My jaw fell as Edward munched and swallowed with a smile on his face. “Dada?” Ethan called, holding up his juice box. Edward opened it for him, letting Ethan slurp it down.
“I’ve got to get going before Jake questions where I’ve been.”
“Okay, if you want, I’ll run you back to your truck.”
“That’ll be perfect.”
He smiled at me, handing me Ethan’s carrier, giving me time to strap it to my chest. Once I was ready, he secured Ethan to my chest. As I held Ethan, he twisted a strand of my hair in and between his chubby fingers. Edward got everything together, swinging my guitar over his shoulder and Ethan’s baby bag over his other arm. “Are you ready?” he asked. I nodded and he swept me up into his arms. “Close your eyes,” he reminded me, as I pulled Ethan closer to my chest. This reminded me of simpler times when Edward and I were together, no dangers, no obligations—just me and him.
“Love, wake up,” Edward whispered. “We are here.” When I finally opened my eyes, I realized that somehow, he had managed to open my truck and let me lay in it. Edward was holding Ethan in his arms, rocking him, watching both of us, as Ethan’s eyes curiously roamed the forest.
“Thank you,” I murmured, sitting up.
“Anything for you my love.” And with that he tucked Ethan into his car seat, kissing his forehead. “Bye, Sunshine.”
“No! Dada! Dada!” Ethan wailed.
“Dada, will see you soon,” he promised. Edward bent down to kiss Ethan’s forehead again as he pouted.
“I love you,” Edward whispered leaning over Ethan to press his lips to mine.
“I don’t want you to leave again. Please don’t leave,” I begged about to break into tears again. Edward reached up to cradle my face in his hands. He pressed his fingertips softly into my temples, my cheekbones and on instinct, I leaned my face into his hand, kissing his palm.
“I’m not going to leave you ever again,” he vowed. “Never. I love you two too much—much more than my own life. …If Ethan wants to see me again, or if you need me, you know where to find me.” Apparently that was the parting note but I quickly pressed my lips to his again before pulling back and caressing his face.
“I love you,” I reminded him.
“As I love you, Bella. Love you, Sunshine,” he spoke touching the tip of Ethan’s nose.
“uv ooh, Dada,” Ethan sighed before Edward closed the door, watching us leave. As I drove away, I couldn’t help but take multiple glances to make sure that he was really there.
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