Saturday, December 31, 2011

The Five Mistakes I Made That Led Me to You: Teaser and Banner

She slid the sonogram picture across the table to me and my eyes widened as I gazed upon the baby. At the top of the photos edge it read: Baby Girl Swan.

Baby girl.
The three dimensional image showed every detail of her tiny face.

She had my lips.

“I’m not asking for anything, Edward. I just had to find you and let you know, that way you could decide whether or not you wanted to be in her life.”

“Do you need money?” I asked, still in shock and awe at the photo in my hands.

“That’s not why I’m here!” she yelled across the table, her hands slamming against the wooden table top. My eyes snapped to her and then looked around the room to the gawkers. She shook her head and lowered her voice. “I don’t need your fucking money, Edward. Are you even listening to me?”

“I… what do you want then?”

She huffed and shook her head before taking off on a rant. “You weren’t fucking listening. I don’t want anything from you. I can do this on my own. I’m just here, with an olive branch, giving you a choice to be in her life or not. It took a fucking lot to track you down. You didn’t leave me a name, or a number, nothing! I saw your picture on a magazine, that’s how I found you! You probably didn’t give me a second thought when you walked out my door. I know I’m just a fucking one night stand to you, you probably have them a lot, and you couldn’t care less about me. But I’m here for her, to try and give my daughter the opportunity to know her father.”

I flinched from her words, but was still too stunned to speak. I had no idea what to say. Less than two hours ago I was a single guy, running a growing company, with no children. Now I was… lost. A baby? A baby with a woman I didn’t even know? Did I want to get to know her? I knew the answer to that one, because I’d thought of no other woman but her for the past six months.

She stood from the booth, tired of my silence, the movement awkward due to the swell of her stomach. “Here’s my card,” she said, flicking the small piece of cardboard at me. I picked it up and read the small print; Isabella Swan, Editor, Chicago Tribune. “Call me if you want, don’t call me, I don’t really fucking care at this point.”

She threw her coat on and grabbed her purse. “Merry Christmas, Edward,” she said as she walked away from me and out the door.

Like a fucking moron, I just stared after her. I sat in the booth for almost an hour looking at the picture in my hand when my phone buzzed, calling me back to my reality. I was late for an appointment with a manager from one of our contracts.
Throwing a fifty on the table I grabbed my coat and the picture and left, walking the opposite direction that she had.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Alternate Breach - another bit

It was sunny in Seattle for fuck’s sake, and on a Saturday no less, so I decided to take Caleb to the park while we had the chance. Before leaving my job at the prosecutor’s office I would probably have had to work on a Saturday, but, with Weber and Weber, Jack really wanted everyone to take the weekend off to spend with their families.

He was off, climbing and digging and flirting as soon as his tiny toddler feet hit the park. I was being eyed by many of the mom’s that were there, but I wasn’t interested in whatever they were thinking. I was interested in the brunette sitting on a bench in the shade reading a book about forty feet from me in the grassy section.

It was Isabella.

Damn, the past few weeks had been so difficult working side by side with her. She was fantastic at her job and she was teaching me a great deal. Contracts had never really held my interest and I only took the minimum and could write a decent one. Isabella had it down to an art. Her verbiage was superior and there was no wiggle room.

But it was difficult because I found myself so attracted to her. She called to me like none other.

I watched her for about fifteen minutes, my eyes switching between her and Caleb, when I saw her put her book back in the bag she was carrying and stand up.

I swallowed hard as I admired her figure. The jeans she wore hugged her hips and thighs perfectly. She wore a simple fitted v-neck tee, that when she bent over gave me a nice view down her shirt.

My cock stirred to life at the view and I forced myself to will him down.

She started walking and while doing so I was able to finally see past the mask she kept so neatly in place. She looked… dead inside. I wondered once again what happened to her that she was like that. My chest ached and I found myself unconsciously rubbing the spot above my heart.

I couldn’t stand the emptiness I saw.

“Isabella!” I called out to her and I watched her stop and look around. It had been involuntary, but I just didn’t want her to go yet. I waved to get her attention and she headed over.

“Hi, Edward. What are you doing here?” she asked with a polite smile mask.

Damn I was beginning to hate that. I wanted to see the real Isabella, not this fake one she created for society.

“It was such a nice day out I brought my son to play.”

“Oh, really? Which one?” she asked, her eyes searching across the sea of kidlums.

My arm moved across her and pointed to the little plastic world. “He’s the wild on over there on the jungle jim.”

“He has your hair color.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, and it’s unruly, just like mine.”

“So, that’s a natural state then?” she inquired.

“My mom used to say if cowlicks were on sale, she must have bought them all.”

“And here I thought you just got a lot of sex,” she said with a smirk.

“Ha! I wish!” I scoffed. I could feel my cock stiffen as I replayed in my mind the word ‘sex’ coming from her lips. Yes, I’d like to get a lot of sex… from her.

Damn. She’d been there not ten minutes and I was already envisioning all the places in the park that I could fuck her against. I ran a hand through my hair, tugging at the ends, trying to pull my thoughts away before I tried to act on them.

I had no fucking clue what had come over me since I met her. I’d never been unfaithful, even when times were really bad. Did I think about other women and masturbate to them? Hell, yes. Did I act on it? Hell, no. So, what was the difference here? Was it because I knew that Angie and I were going to call it quits soon? Or was it just Isabella? She was my siren singing a song only for me.

I could feel her eyes on me and she looked… curious.

I was about to ask her what she was thinking when Caleb ran up.

“Daddy! Daddy! Isa giant spider!” he exclaimed, jumping up and down. His hands made a circle to show the size of the ‘giant spider’.

“Wow, that’s awesome, Caleb! Did you show it to the girls?” I asked as I crouched down to his level.

He shook his head and frowned. “Dey ran way!”

“Well, girls don’t really like spiders. They’re afraid.”

“Oooh,” he said like he’d made some great realization though I didn’t think he really did.

“Hey, bud, I want to introduce you to someone. This is Miss Isabella. Can you say hi?” I urged Caleb.

He turned into me acting all shy then looked up at her from under his long eyelashes and whispered ‘hi’. I watched Isabella squat down to his eye level. She didn’t exactly look comfortable with the situation and I wondered if she didn’t like children, or she just had never been around them.

“Hi, Caleb. How are you today?”

“Fine,” he replied. “You’re pretty.” He smiled up at her.

Isabella looked taken aback by his honest comment. It was like she didn’t know how to respond. I caught her eye and pulled my fingers apart at my mouth creating a smile.

Her mouth turned up in a struggled movement that quickly softened. “That’s very kind of you to say.”

“Daddy, tell her she pretty!” he demanded, smacking me on the arm.

“Yes, she’s very pretty, Caleb,” I said, my gaze locking on hers.

She met my eyes for a brief moment before turning away.

Caleb’s attention was caught by something on the playground and he was off.

“He’s adorable,” she commented and it was sincere. I came to the conclusion that it had been the later; she had just never been around children.

I smirked. “Yeah, I think I’ll keep him.”

“Well, I’d better get going. It was nice bumping into you.”

“So soon? Have a hot date tonight?”

Please say ‘no’. Please say ‘no’.

“No, just some errands I need to run. I’ll see you on Monday.”

“Have a great rest of your weekend.”

“You too,” she said, waving as she walked away.

Caleb ran up and he and I stared after her, watching her walk away.

“’Bella nice. I like her,” Caleb declared and I couldn’t agree more.

“Me too, bud, me too. Want to go get some ice cream?” I asked him and watched him jump up and down, clapping his hands in response.


“Ok, let’s go!”

I gave one last look in Isabella’s fleeting direction before taking Caleb’s hand and heading to the nearest ice cream parlor.

Monday, December 12, 2011

Alternate Breach?

I have a reader of Breach who sends me lovely pm's with thoughts and insight on Breach. She really gets my mind going and thinking and analyzing more than I would have.

Anyway, she wrote me recently and it really got me thinking. The question has been asked before by Dr. Hugsalot and other readers: What would have happened if Edward and Angela were never in an accident? What if the Volturi never hunted Edward?

My mind has been whirling and twirling with this since last night and words have started flowing. It's bits and pieces and I honestly don't know what will come of it, if anything. Right now, it's just an exercise in 'what if'? So, then, I guess the big question really boils down to is...

What if Edward lost the conviction of Giana Volturi?

Here's a small bit of what I've been getting. Let me know what you think. Would you be interested to see more? Like I said, right now, this is just for fun.


I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers. She gasped, but a moan slipped past her lips as she melted against me. My hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her body flush to mine.
Her lips were soft and sweet with an underlying burning that had me delving in deeper for more of her. I could feel every fiber of my being begin to light up and then quickly turn dark when she pulled away and out of my grasp.
She stared up at me with her blank expression, her mask. I wanted to rip it from her. I wanted her to show me. I needed to see all of her.
She continued to stare at me for another minute, but when I made a small move toward her, she backed up. Her body turned away from me, giving me another glimpse of her mask, before heading down the sidewalk.
“Isabella, wait!” I called out, my hand reaching out to grab her arm, halting her in her tracks.
She turned to look at me and I saw it.
She slipped.
For one brief second I could see past her mask and into the pain and confusion in her features and the emptiness inside her eyes.
“You have a wife and a son. Go home, Edward. Just… just leave me alone,” she begged, wrenching her arm from my grasp.
I stood in my spot, unable to move as I watched her walk away. Arms wrapped around her body, head down. I watched after her when the rain began and continued to stand there long after she left my field of view.