Bella The Babysitter: Chapter 18

Bella the Babysitter

Chapter Eighteen

Bella Swan POV

"Mike?" I gasped, pulling out of Edward's embrace.

Rage consumed me as I stomped over to the car pulling him out of the backseat of the cruiser by the collar of his dirty, torn shirt before the police officers could even try to stop me. Mike was a heavy son of a bitch, but the adrenalin pumping through my veins gave me the strength to throw him against the cop car roughly. Can we say Hulk Smash? Cause that's what I wanted to do to the fucker.

"What the fuck were you doing Mike?" I spat in his face. "What were you planning on doing with my son?"

"I-I." He stammered clearly afraid.

"Answer me you stupid asshole!" I screamed in his face tightening my hold on the neck of his shirt. "What the hell were you doing? Why were you in the nursery packing his things? Answer me now or so help me I'll pop your fucking head off like a goddamn daisy."

"Bella." someone called behind me but I wasn't paying attention. Instead I wrapped my hands around the scumbag's neck and squeezed.

"You answer me right the fuck now or I will kill you." I demanded.

"She paid me." he choked out trying to pull away from me, but unable to use his hands due to the fact that he was still being restrained by hand cuffs.

"Who?" I screeched.

"The boy's grandma." he wheezed as I threw him back against the cruiser.

"Why would Laurel pay you to kidnap Lucas?" Edward asked pulling me back to him while the officer gripped the top of Mike's arms to keep him from falling over. I could feel Edward shaking with the same rage that was coursing through my body.

"Answer the question boy." Officer Dearing demanded.

"I want a lawyer."

"You stupid mother fucker." I cried stalking over to the ass hole in question and punching him square in the face enjoying the crunching sound of bones breaking. I couldn't tell nor did I care at the moment if they were his or mine.

"Ow, I phink woo brokkk by nosh." Mike cried struggling against his handcuffs in an effort to stop the bleeding.

Officer Murphy tossed him back into the cruiser threatening him if he got any blood on the seats before turning back to me. "Miss Swan as brilliant as that punch was I should warn you that if this scumbag chooses he could press charges against you for assault." he said calmly. "I wouldn't worry about it though. He's probably going to be looking to make a deal."

"Oh trust me I won't. That fucker tried to kidnap my baby just because a psychotic bitch offered him money." I sneered. "Lock him up. We are pressing every charge there is to charge, trespassing, and intent to kidnap, the whole shebang."

"As you wish." officer Dearing said writing something down as he walked towards his squad car.

I turned around to find Edward staring at me in a state of shock.

"What?" I asked.

"Your wonderful baby." he said walking up to me and pulling me into his warm arms. He leaned down and pecked my lips. "You didn't even realize it did you?"

"Realize what?"

"You called Lucas your son in the middle of your mama bear rant." Edward explained peppering kisses all over my cheeks. "And you didn't even realize it."

"Oh, Edward. I'm sorry I just. Oh god." I tried to pull out of his embrace but he wouldn't allow me.

"Why do you always do this? Every time something happens to bring us closer you pull away and start apologizing."

"I'm so-. I just don't want to impose Edward."

"How can you be imposing? I want the three of us to be a family, whether it be today, tomorrow or in five years. Is that what you want?"

"Yes." I answered without a moment of hesitation.

"Then stop apologizing baby." Edward said simply.

"Miss Swan. Mr. Cullen." Officer Murphy said apologetically bringing us out of our dramatic bubble. "We're heading down to the station. Officer Dearing is going to stay here so that the two of you can go through the house and make sure that nothing is out of place or missing even though we caught the scum bag. As soon as you're done we'll be waiting at the station for you to make your statements."

"Of course." Edward nodded leading me into the house.

The next few hours were a flourish of filing statements, going through the nursery to make sure that everything was there. We had just finished signing our statements down at the station and were talking with the officers when the door flew open revealing the person that had caused all of this.

Laurel was looking around wildly clutching her heart in a dramatic manner. As soon as she spotted Edward and I, she rushed over. "Oh my goodness. Is everything alright with Lucas? Where is my grand baby? One of your neighbors called me and said there were cops in your front yard." she rambled, spewing shit out of her lying mouth.

I made a move to give her the same treatment I gave Mike, but Edward stopped me, wrapping a firm arm around my waist. "Don't do it baby. She'll get hers and then we can go get Luke." he whispered calmly as Officer Murphy cut off Laurel.

"Are you Lucas Cullen's grandmother?" he asked in a calm manner.

"Of course I am. Where is he?" she asked wringing her hands nervously.

I watched the officer reach for her hand as if he was trying to make her comfortable and Laurel allowed him to. She was surprised when he twisted her arm behind her back and began reading her, her Miranda rights.

"I would never hire someone to kidnap my grand baby." she cried as he led her down the hallway and into an interrogation room next to the one holding Mike Newton.

Officer Dearing walked over to where Edward and I stood. "You two are finished up here if you'd like to go pick up your son. Someone will be in contact in a few days to inform you of what's going on."

"Thank you so much Officer Dearing." I wanted to hug him but figured that wouldn't be appropriate.

"Please call me Craig." he smiled. "We'll be in touch. Have a good night."

Edward led me out of the police station and to his car silently.

"I'm going to call Rose and let her know that we're on our way." I said softly as he opened the door for me.

"Not just yet. We have to go to the hospital."

"Wait. Why?" I argued, wanting nothing more than to go home with Lucas and sleep holding him in my arms just so that I knew he would be safe.

"Because I think you might have broken your hand when you punched that sicko." Edward replied softly holding my arm up by the wrist to show me that my left hand had almost tripled in size and was now turning a slightly greenish black color around my knuckles.

In sheer stupidity I tried to flex my hand wincing and gasping when I heard the bones crunch together. I hadn't felt any pain up until that moment probably due to the adrenalin rush.

"Oh it's broken." I groaned trying to swallow back the tears threatening to spill over.

I was no stranger to pain and up until tonight had always had a pretty high tolerance for it. It had to of been a mixture of everything including my broken hand, the attempted kidnapping of Lucas and my period. I curled into a ball leaning against the window and clutching my injured arm to my chest began to sob. Edward tried to comfort me but wasn't able to calm me down before we arrived at the hospital.

I was moving at a lethargic pace towards the entrance, the pain in my hand tickled compared to the pain in my heart.

"I've already called my father baby so he's waiting for us." Edward soothed. "Please calm down. I'm sure he can give you something for the pain."

"I can't Edward." I sobbed. "I need to see Lucas. Can we please go get him and I'll go to the doctor tomorrow?"

"How about I call Emmett and ask him to meet us up here? You have to get that taken care of or it's going to get worse." Edward said pointing to my arm that I was still cradling.

Still sniffling I nodded and started walking again.

Edward shushed me promising to call them as soon as I was taken in to get my x-rays on my hand. Carlisle was leaning against the nurses' station when we entered the waiting room his hand tapping nervously against a notepad until he spotted us.

"Finally, I was starting to get worried about the two of you, more so than I already am. What's going on?" he demanded wrapping an arm around my shoulder and leading us down the hall to an examination room.

"Let's just get Bella taken care of. I have a call to make and we'd prefer to have everyone together before we talk about it." Edward answered helping me get up on the exam table. He then leaned down and kissed my forehead. "I'll be right back baby. I'm gonna get our boy."

"Thanks." I sniffed smiling at the mention of our boy, my boy.

Carlisle made short work of covering me with a lead vest and setting my hand up in a few different positions for the x-ray technician. He worked quietly until the small woman came out and informed him that they had enough slides and that it would just be a little while. After she left Carlisle gave me a serious look.

"So what's it going to take to get you to spill about what happened?" he asked. "All Edward told me was that you had hurt your hand and that he thought it was broken."

"I'd rather not talk about it Carlisle. I'm in a lot of pain and like Edward said it would be best to have everyone present." I explained.

"Fine," he sighed. "I guess I'll go get you something for the pain."

As soon as he opened the door Edward slipped in with a smile on his face for the first time since we left the movie.

It was hard to believe that just a couple of hours ago Edward and I were enjoying our first date and now we were here. In the hospital, me with a broken hand after punching the shit out of the guy that tried to kidnap my kid. Would we ever be able to enjoy something without someone coming in and ruining everything? I was starting to doubt.

"They'll be here in ten minutes. I've already informed the night nurse to send them back here when they arrive." he said kissing my lips softly before pulling back. "So what's the verdict?"

"It's broken. They're coming in few minutes to ask me what color I want for my cast." I shrugged as the door opened.

"Well it's broken. What color cast do you want?" Carlisle asked wheeling a cart in behind him.

Edward turned to me with a questioning look.

"I told you the day you hired me, I'm prone to accidents." I shrugged. "I've got quite a few broken bones under my belt."

"So?" Carlisle questioned.

"Lucas will be here in a few minutes can we wait for him to choose?" I asked taking the Tylenol offered.

"That's fine. I was wondering where he was anyways." Carlisle hedged.

We sat quietly while Carlisle put the white part of the cast on my hand making sure my hand was set correctly. The day was starting to wear on me and I started to doze off when I heard what sounded like a fighter jet coming from down the hall. It got closer to the door and all three of us Carlisle, Edward and myself jumped when it swung open revealing Emmett who was holding Lucas up in the air and imitating a jet engine.

"Momma." Lucas cheered reaching out for me.

"Baby." I smiled.

Three hours later we stumbled through the front door of the house. Lucas was sleeping in Edward's arms and I was about ready to pass out myself as we made it up the stairs and to my bedroom. I flopped down on the bed holding my arms, one covered in a hunter green cast thanks to Lucas's choice of color. Allowing the one year old to choose was harder than I thought, when he wasn't trying to eat the rolls of color he decided on a disgusting yellow color and the dark green. Needless to say there was no way, no matter how much I loved him was I going to run around for the next six to eight weeks with a pee yellow cast on my hand.

"I'm so tired." I yawned taking Lucas into my arms and covering us with the blanket I had at the foot of the bed.

"Me too." Edward grumbled running his hand through his hair before leaning down and kissing me softly. "I'll see you two in the morning, remember what my dad said about your hand so wake me up if Lucas needs a diaper change."

"Just sleep in here with us Edward." I yawned again pulling him down beside me. "I know you'll worry about him across the hall so just stay here."

"No." Edward said. "I don't want to."

"Why?"

"Because once we sleep in the same bed it will be different. What if I don't want to sleep across the hall from you after tonight?" he asked softly.

"Then we'll figure it out." I mumbled. "We've sort of went with the flow so far, what's the difference now? Just go to sleep Edward."

And we did. We slept together side by side with a baby in between us not even realizing that we hadn't taken our shoes off.