Bella The Babysitter: Chapter 2

Bella the Babysitter

Chapter two

Edward Cullen POV

"There has to be some kind of mistake." I stood up in the small room and began to gather my things.

"I was present when Mr. and Mrs. Stewart signed their wills, Mr. Cullen. They were adamant as to who they were leaving their most prized possessions to." Mr. Jenks the fat bald man that looked to be one double cheeseburger away from a heart attack said as he wiped his sweaty forehead with a handkerchief. "They left you a letter as well. I believe they knew you would be hesitant to take on their wishes."

I reached over the mahogany table and snatched the envelope from his hand ripping it open immediately. The slanted curvy doctor's handwriting caused my stomach to twist painfully and tears to pool in my eyes.

Ed-o…

If you're reading this it probably means that James and I have kicked the bucket so to speak. You're probably sitting in a board room with smelly Mr. Jenks, the most trustworthy lawyer we could find in this crappy town. (Sorry I wanted to say something to ensure that he didn't read this =]). I want you to keep your cool in this situation Ed because we didn't hesitate once when Jenks asked us to list the benefactors, if something should happen to the two of us.

You're my best friend and according to James you've grown on him as well throughout all of the years as well.

If anyone deserved to live a little easier beneficiating from the hard work James and I put into creating our lavish lives, it's you Ed. Please don't be sad because I will always be here for you and no I am not going to haunt you like I threatened many times in our youth.

The house, money and everything is yours Edward because we believe you will keep a clear head and be able to do a lot of good with it. Your probably pissed off and too full of pride to accept this somewhat large token of our appreciation, but we love you so much and trust that you won't put all of our hard work to vain.

As for Lucas, I bet you don't remember the day he was born as clearly as I do. As I'm writing this letter to you, something I haven't really done in quite some time, he is crawling around the house or scooting like an soldier really, without his diaper on and believe it or not, he isn't drunk like some people that like to streak when inebriated. I'm not pointing fingers just stating the facts. He's going to be one in a few short months and I wish they had a freeze machine that would just keep him the little tiny bugger that he is forever. Then again diapers are a pain in the ass and seeing as your reading this letter, it means I'm gone so you would be forever stuck with an infant, I take that back. And before you think I had a freaky ass premonition about my death or something, I decided to visit smelly Jenks every year on my wedding anniversary and rewrite you a letter. Here's to hoping you wont get this one.

Anyways, back to the serious information I am trying to pass down to you and believe me it's hard. To try to write down everything you want someone to know before you die. It's fucking hard, but I'm going to try and get everything I need out.

The day that James and I found out about Lucas, we automatically knew who would be granted godfather-ness. You laughed it off when James informed you of your new title just as you always do when something serious happens, but not once did you make us question our choice.

If you're reading this and we are both gone... Dead... What the hell do I say? Passed on? Yes if we have both passed on, Lucas is probably in my mother's care for the moment and you're probably questioning the reason behind us choosing you and not her. The answer is simple, my mother is older, if Lucas can't have James and I in his life, I would want him to be close to someone that isn't going to let him down or leave him unexpectedly, someone like you. I can't bear the idea of him having to go through the loss of another family member acting as his gaurdian in a few years. Also have you met my mother? She's bat shit crazy.

We decided to leave everything in your name, for you to distribute to Lucas when you see fit. As for the house, the general idea was for him to be somewhere where he could be comfortable, but we would understand if it was too painful for you to live there. Your bachelor pad isn't exactly suitable for the care of an infant so please be smart in making that decision.

Lucas is to be raised as your son, Edward. And before you crumble up this note I want to explain. James grew up in foster care not knowing his birth parents until he aged out of the system as you well know. There's no reason for Lucas to know that we were his birth parents because we are gone. I know he loves us and that's all that matters. It pains my heart to think that he would have to carry the loss of us. Tell him about us as the fuckawsome aunt and uncle that moved to Cabo due to witness protection or some shit.

So Daddy-ward (James' idea, not mine). I think that's it. Jenks can probably answer any other questions you might have so now I get to be all kinds of sentimental.

I can't believe I'm writing my death note, it's fucking creepy to be truthful. This is actually the second one I've written to you but that was before Lucas was conceived.

You're my best friend Ed. I'll always remember meeting you at the playground. Granted we were only two at the time but if memory recalls I dumped sand on your head after you lifted my dress to check out my pampers. Please take care of yourself, don't get depressed over me not being here to bother you at all hours of the night. Don't freak out on Saturday night when you look over at your poker table and realize that James isn't coming over because you definitely have it better sweets.

Every time you're feeling down in the dumps, I want you to look at my baby boy and focus on the fact that you're here with him and that he needs you.

No matter how hard you want to, don't give into his every need and want alright. He's a cutie and I have a feeling he's gonna be a heartbreaker as he grows older, but children need rules so no letting him drink illegally or smoke pot.

And for Christ's sake virgin boy, please find a woman.

I would hate to have my son grow to believe that his dad produced and carried him all on his own. She's out there Ed, I have a feeling you'll find her I just can't tell when. Alice says that it will be fairly soon, sooner than we think, but we can't be too sure. Don't allow Lucas to watch a revolving of hooker sluts coming through. He needs stability.

You're going to need help as well Sweets. Alice and your mother are going to offer help, but quite frankly I don't want the baby growing up depending on coffee and caffeine like your sister- in-law and your mother has a life in the charities she is a part of.

I hate to say this but find a live in nanny. Someone with experience that can teach you.

Raising a child is sort of trial by error. You're going to make mistakes and sometimes he's going to pull the same shit we used to with our parents. 'I hate you' will be said, but I want you to smile and think of me when you're ready to pull your hair out.

Do background checks on the potential caregivers for Lucas and I don't think I have to ask that you show him more love than possible. You already do such a great job with him. I know you won't let us down.

I love you Ed more than you can imagine. You were the best friend a girl can ask for and the best sudo-brother ever. Take care of my baby, like I said treat him as if he were your own, please.

Love Vicky

P.S. Get your hand out of your hair... Deep breaths… you'll be fine.

P.S.S. What the fuck are you doing still reading this, go save your godson from the evil clutches of my crazy mother.

Smiling albeit through the ridiculous amount of tears that were pouring out of my eyes, I handed the note back to Jenks so that he could put it back into the file and sat back down. Laurel, Vicky's mother sat on the opposite side of the table smiling at me warmly as she dabbed her eyes.

"Please don't take him completely away from me Edward. He's all I have left."

"I wouldn't dream about it, Laurel." I leaned back. "I do have a favor though."

"Anything." she sniffed.

"Well I need to take care of a few things before I take this on so would you mind keeping him tonight and the better part of tomorrow?" I asked, mentally making a list of all of the shit I had to do.

"Of course. Take your time dear."

"I'll come by to see him tonight though. I'm going to call my brother and his wife and ask them to help me pack up my apartment." I turned to Jenks. "I plan to raise Lucas in his original home. I'll settle my apartment and move into the Stewart estate."

"Are you sure Mr. Cullen? You have time to think about things."

"I'm positive. He needs stability."

We finished signing away all of the papers and I left the lawyers office rushing across town and straight to my apartment. I ran up the stairs ignoring the doorman and starting tossing all of my clothes into duffle bags.

Vicky's words from her note ran through my mind over and over again as I emptied my dresser drawers into a suitcase. How were she and James supposed to know that a week after they signed their wills, that they would be gone?

After being married for five years all of their hard work finally paid off and they could afford a honeymoon to Miami beach. We had had dinner the night before they left joking about them going down there and never wanting to leave the sunshine state. I had even talked to them on the day right before they went out to the beach not knowing that, that was the last time I would ever hear their voices.

I couldn't even remember if I told Vicky and James that I loved them.

You would think that I would remember something like that, the entire conversation I had with my best friends before they drowned across the country. Hell I couldn't even remember what I did that day or the night that I got the call from Laurel. All I remember was calling my brother to come pick me up and take me to see Lucas.

As soon as I walked into the house, he started babbling away in his play-pin and holding his arms out to me to be held. And I did. I held him and cried for the loss he suffered at a too young age. The loss of two remarkable people he would never know and was too young to ever remember.

I was brought out of my thoughts by a timid knock on the door.

"Edward." my brother's calming voice called through the wood.

"Yeah, it's open." I yelled back.

The door opened and his deep blue eyes looked around the room.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm moving into the Stewart estate."

"They left you a fucking house?" Jasper's eyes went wide.

"They left me everything." I stood up and tossed a few stray socks into an open suitcase.

"You're going to live in that big ass house all alone? I know you miss them Edward, but you can't do this to yourself." Jasper sat down next to an overstuffed duffle bag and started to wrestle the zipper shut.

"I'm not going to be alone."

"You alright man? Your kind of weirding me out with the cryptic short sentences."

"I'm not going to be living there alone. I am now the legal guardian of Lucas Edward Stewart, soon to be Cullen." I winced at the end of my sentence.

Another surprise from Vicky's twisted mind. Jenks was currently filing the paper work for me to legally adopt Lucas thoroughly turning him into a Cullen. He was going to be a Cullen before his first birthday.

"You mean..." Jasper trailed off.

"Yep, I'm gonna be a dad."

"Well shit Ed."

"My thought's exactly."