Morning Sun

Morning Sun: Chapter Two

Edwards Point of View

Dad had come home early, and now he and mom were in the kitchen for a long while, alone. My brother, Emmett, had come up with some...interesting theories, and by interesting, I mean completely idiotic.

"Maybe, Maybe they got abducted by aliens and they locked our front door so we couldn't get in and ruin their ritual," He grinned, clearly pleased with his own cleverness. I rolled my eyes, taking a seat on the newly mowed lawn, my own handiwork, which I had taken care of after I returned from school. Something unusual to keep my mind off of Bella Swan, who was now my lab partner. Emmett flopped down next to me and sighed heavily, causing a newly fallen leaf to dance and twirl across the lawn. He folded his arms over his knees and rested his chin on them, his expression more troubled than I had ever seen it.

"You know what happening, right?" I sighed and nodded, glancing over at him.

"Good," He grumbled, "Tell me, please," I chuckled slightly, but my heart really wasn't in it, but Emmett took me seriously and socked my arm, hard.

"Ow!" I hit him back and he scowled, "Fine, fine, I overheard Mom leaving Dad a message about fostering some kid..." I trailed off and looked over at my brother, gauging his reaction. His mouth dropped open as he stared at me, almost as if he didn't believe me, and I couldn't blame him for that. But my brother knew me too well, he trusted me, he knew everything there was to know. He knew about my unhealthy obsession with Bella, and how, as much as I said I didn't, I really did enjoy baseball games with him.

"But, but, we talked about it, they promised," His voice had a whiny tone to it; one only Emmett seemed able to create without sounding utterly annoying. I looked over at him and his face translated exactly what I was feeling, utter disgust.

"I know, I know," I mumbled, sounding much too like that of a concerned parent. Just then, our front door opened and Dad beckoned us inside. Emmett went first and gave Dad one of the worst looks I had ever seen, one so bad that even Dad's unbreakable, sunny smile faltered. He ran his fingers, a habit I picked up from him, through his blonde hair, hair neither Emmett nor myself had inherited.

Dinner was on the table, Mom's chicken, Emmett and my favorite; the bribery had already begun. She was sitting at the table, and Mom smiled warmly at us. Emmett sat down in a huff, glaring across the table at me, for no reason other than the fact I was caught in his line of sight. I glanced over at Mom out of the corner of my eye as I filled my plate with the delicious food. She was alternating her gaze between Emmett, and myself her eyes prying, waiting for us to slip up, give her something that would tip her and my father off that we knew something we weren't supposed to.

"How's Rosalie, Emmett?" Rosalie Hale, Emmett's girlfriend, a model in every sense except the actual modeling. She was very pretty, a stuck up chick who I hated, but pretty. They had been together for almost a year, since they had been fourteen, and were ridiculously in love. She was, also, a good friend of Bella's and sometimes brought her over to our house. For that fact, and that fact alone, I put on a smile when Rosalie was around and tried to drone out her stupid mumblings.

"She's fine," He shot back, picking at his food.

"Good," Mom mumbled into her water glass. Dad cleared his throat and Mom sat up just a little bit straighter.

"So your mother and I were talking and we were thinking, maybe we should give fostering one more chance," While Dad talked, Mom stared at us, gauging out reactions. Straight faced, Emmett looked back at Mom, whilst I did the same to Dad.

"No," We answered in perfect unison. We had practiced this technique a thousand times. Mom inhaled sharply, as if she couldn't quite believe what she was hearing.

"No?" She choked, tears had sprung to her eyes, and then she had us. Neither of us could stand to see our Mother cry, no matter what the reason.

"Well, maybe we could give it a shot?" Emmett tried, looking at me. I nodded furiously. Her face, streaked with tears, light up like the Fourth of July.

"Really? Because I think this boy would do great here," She reached down and pulled out copies of his file, handing one to me, the other to Emmett. I opened it to find a blonde haired, blue-eyed boy staring back at me with a shy smile. He wasn't posing for a picture or anything. He was sitting with two dogs, on the front porch of a house, an American flag waving in the background. There was something drawing about him, like he was a good kid to have around. I lifted my head and stared over at my brother, he was already waiting for my gaze. I nodded and he smiled, it looked like Jasper Andrew Whitlock had found a new home.