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Bella and Edward Masen had their fresh start and are beginning a new chapter in their lives: raising triplets, one of which doesn't speak. Follow along with their families as they learn to deal with a child with special needs. However, a blast from the past lurks in the corner. Who and why are they choosing to come back into the Masen's lives? ExB, AH Thanks to ObsessedtwibrarianOtb for the banner, texture by Rachel
Chapter O ne: Reconnections
"Mrs. Masen! This is total crap. I did not start that food fight. Rebecc a Smith told Bobbie Richert th at he was gay and HE started i t," Jorie said. Why am I a dea n? Put a fork in me. I'm done.
"Jorie, it doesn't matter wh o started the food fight. You participated in it and you wi ll need to deal with the conse quences," I said, staring at t he young girl. Her black hair was covered with ketchup and a few fries nestled in it. He r mascara was running down her cheeks and her lip was quiver ing. "Don't start with the lip . It won't do anything. You wi ll spend the rest of today and all of tomorrow in the in sch ool suspension room. Here's yo ur pass."
"But, Mrs. Masen!" J orie whined.
"Do you want an e xtra day, Jorie?" I asked ster nly.
"No, ma'am," Jorie grumbl ed. She snatched the pass from me and skulked out of my offi ce. Once she left, I sprayed s ome air freshener. The smells of cafeteria invaded my offic e and was making me nauseous. I leaned forward and smacked my head against my desk. I. H ate. My. Job.
"You know, Bell a," Alice said as she leaned a gainst my door, "that will not make the kids make better cho ices."
"Maybe it'll make my he adache go away," I said to the floor. "I hate this, Alice. T hree years and I hate my job. I should have taken Sherrie's job. Principal Masen sounds S OOOOOOOOOO much better than De an Masen."
"Bella, you had tri plets. You were a mess. There was no way in hell you could have been the principal for t his crazy building," Alice gig gled. "What happened now?"
"Hu ge. Massive. Gargantuan. Food fight during the 8th grade lu nch," I said as I looked at my sister-in-law. Her tiny featu res were framed by a short bla ck hair cut that flipped out. Her eyes were covered with a pair of rectangular frames. S he wore a chic pair of black p ants and heels with a red swea ter set on top. Her body was e xtremely small, only 4'11" and she was in killer shape.
Alic e frowned at my admission. "Ho w many kiddos were involved?"
"Perhaps the good docto r can cure your ills. With som e hot steamy lovin'," Alice sa id with a suggestive waggle of her brows. "Have Edward live up to his nickname."
"God, I still can't believe I called him that," I laughed. "What t he hell was I thinking?"
"You weren't," Alice giggled. "We' re having brunch at my house o n Sunday. Jasper has some news . You and Edward will be there , right?"
"Wouldn't miss it, E lf," I smiled. "Can we bring N essie? Separating the dog from Marie is quite challenging. M arie is attached to the furbal l."
"As long as the furball do esn't shit on my carpet, then we're good," Alice smiled. "I 'll talk to you later, Bells."
"Love you, Elf."
"Love you, B ells." Alice turned and left m y office. I finished my discip line report and contacted all of the parents involved. Half of the parents were pissed. T he other half were ashamed. I had several requests for meet ings and I arranged for them t o happen tomorrow. The school day was almost done and I nee ded to pick up my children fro m Nana's daycare. I love my mo ther-in-law.
Once the bell ran g, I went outside and did my b us duty. I chatted with severa l students and shooed them ont o their buses. After that, Ros e came up to me and weaved her arm through mine. "I heard ab out the food fight, Dean Masen ," Rose snickered. "Thank you for putting half of my last p eriod class in ASDA. It made m y day so awesome!"
"I'm glad I could oblige, Mrs. McCarty," I smiled. "They'll be gone to morrow too."
"Sweet! Are you c oming to the football game tom orrow night? Emmett is so nerv ous about making sectionals. H e needs all of the support he can get," Rose said.
"Edward is working tomorrow during th e day, so I think it's feasibl e. I don't want to take Lizzie , David and Marie by myself," I replied.
"How are things go ing with Marie?" Rose asked.
" Edward is talking to a colleag ue of Tanya's. Her name is Dr. Kate Diamante. She's one of t he best. We're going to be fly ing out to Seattle in a few we eks. Hopefully she can give us some answers for my baby girl ," I said sadly. My three babi es were my miracles. David Ant hony was my oldest, by five mi nutes. He was a mini-Edward in his mannerisms. However, Davi d looked like me, with Edward' s jade eyes. Elizabeth Tanya w as my middle child. She was th e leader of her siblings. Supe r bossy and boisterous. There were times where I think she' s not my child. Both Edward an d I are very reserved and quie t. Lizzie, not so much. Marie Esme was my baby girl. The yo ungest of my triplets. She was the spitting image of Lizzie but didn't speak a word. She also refused to be touched by anybody besides Edward, Esme, Carlisle, Sue, Charlie or me. Her best friend is her dog, N essie, a puppy that the triple ts received two months ago for their fourth birthday.
"How l ong will you be in Seattle?" R ose asked as we walked back in to Cherry Blossom Middle Schoo l.
"A week. We're leaving on a Friday after work and returni ng the following Sunday, the w eekend before Thanksgiving," I said. "I hope that Dr. Diaman te will give us some answers. I want my baby to be okay. Or least have some answers, you know?"
"I know," Rose smiled. "Well, text me if you are com ing. Okay?"
"Okay. I'll see yo u tomorrow, Mrs. McCarty," I s aid as I went back to my offic e.
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