So, I started my journey into Fanfiction with my first story, La Cantante. I had never been driven to write until I read Twilight and saw the movies (and the beauty of Robert Pattinson ~ dayum, he's one yummy guy.) Writing that first story got me through the end of my marriage and the beginning of my new life as a single woman. Now, it's almost four years since I completed that story. I'm so sorry for the delay, but I did promise you a sequel. Here it is!
Now, will I be this detailed for every city we go to? No. My goal, hopefully, is to get through a couple of cities per chapter. Up next will be Portland, Maine, New Brunswick and Montreal.
Chapter Seven: Canada, Eh?
EPOV
Bella was working on her computer as we drove to Portland, Maine. Her brow was furrowed and she was focused on whatever she was attending to. When I tried to ask what she was doing, she'd smile sweetly and say nothing. It didn't look like nothing.
"Come on, cantante," I wheedled. "Tell me!"
"It's honestly nothing. I'm emailing my dad about the first few shows and I'm reading some more reviews," she smirked.
"You're so lying, Isabella Marie Swan Cullen," I grumbled.
"I'm not. Look, I'm almost done. Then, we can work on High Life," she bargained. "I know that you've worked on it some."
"Okay," I said, taking out my own laptop. When I opened it up, I saw that I had a few new emails. The first one was from Garrett Sisko, my mentor and close friend. He was telling me about his wife and their five-year-old girl, sharing some adorable pictures. He also told me about Mrs. Cope, the lady who worked in the front office and was in love with me, in grandmotherly sort of way. She had had a massive heart attack at school, passing away despite the best efforts of the paramedics and doctors. I frowned when I read that, looking up the information about her wake and funeral. I obviously couldn't go to the services, but I did send a huge floral arrangement from Bella and me. I also made a donation, in her name, for the American Heart Association, as requested by the family.
I was incredibly sad to read about Mrs. Cope's death. I always thought that she'd always be there, greeting everyone with a warm smile and a kind word. I blew out a breath, trying not to cry.
Shaking my head, I clicked on the other email I'd received. It was from my adoptive parents, Carlisle and Esme.
When my mother died of ovarian cancer, my father was in no shape to care for me. In fact, it was Esme who saved me from his drunken binges and anger. Within a week of her taking me from his house, he had relinquished his parental rights and we moved to New York state. I struggled for a long time with who I was. I missed my mother terribly and wanted her back. I felt guilty for even thinking of loving anyone in place of her. The only person who I trusted in my new life was my adoptive sister, Alice. My heart stayed empty until I met my wife. Yes, I grew to love Carlisle and Esme, eventually calling them 'Mom and Dad,' but they weren't my real parents.
With Bella, I finally felt the love I was missing since my mother passed away. She was my one, my true love, my soul mate, il mio cantante. The fact that she knew what that meant, solidified that Bella was destined to be with me. With her love and support, I managed to switch majors and become a musician, something that I'd dreamed of since I was a child. My fractured relationship with my father, my birth father, Edward Masen Senior, had slowly begun to heal. Now, Senior, as he preferred to be called, is more like another friend/lawyer. When Jenks, my usual attorney is unavailable to look at something, Senior will and give me the father/son discount – free! That also applied to any members of the band, Alice, Kellan and Nia.
"I'm done, baby," Bella said, sitting down next to me. "Oh, an email from your parents. How are they doing?"
"I don't know, but I haven't read it," I replied. "But, before I do, I want to let you know that Mrs. Cope had a massive heart attack."
"Mrs. Cope? The office lady from your high school?" Bella frowned.
I nodded. "Garrett emailed me and told me that she had passed. We're obviously going to miss the wake and funeral. We'll be in Canada. However, I did send a beautiful floral arrangement from the two of us and donated to the American Heart Association in her name from the band."
"There's no way for us to go to the services?" Bella whispered.
"I'm sorry, baby," I soothed, kissing her forehead. "Now, let's read what Carlisle and Esme have to say." I clicked on the email. The first few paragraphs were praising our opening of the tour. Esme was gushing over how proud she was of our accomplishments. Carlisle stepped in, like a doctor, reminding us to take care of ourselves and to get enough sleep and exercise. They also asked if we were going to be performing close to them. We hadn't seen them since Christmas/New Year's. Bella responded, saying that we were performing in Albany on June 8th. We could spend the day with them on June 7th, maybe even spending a night in New York house.
Sleeping hotels all of the time, it kind of sucks.
After we finished responding to my adoptive parents, I spent the rest of the drive working on the High Life movie score. Bella, however, spent most of the time sleeping with her head on my shoulder. She had a hard time sleeping in Boston after our show at the TD Center. She was tired, but her body ached along with her head. Finally relenting around four, she took a few of her prescription medication for migraines. She was groggy when we woke up, perking up once she had some coffee and when she was focused on whatever she was working on her computer. But, not being actively engaged, my beautiful wife was snoring quietly and snuggled close to me.
Arriving at Portland, Maine, the buses went directly to the hotel we had reserved for our stay, the Portland Harbor Hotel. Bella and I were in the Honeymoon Suite, while Nia and Jasper had the Jacuzzi Suite. Emmett and Kellan would share a room and Alice had her own space. I picked up my wife as she snoozed on the tour bus, carrying her into the hotel. She barely even stirred as we rode up the elevator, snuggling closer to me. Laying her on the bed, I kissed her lips before going back to the lobby to get our luggage.
"Edward, come with us to the bar," Jasper said.
"Is that wise with a recovering addict?" I smirked, casting a glance at my brother-in-law.
"I'm not drinking," Emmett said, holding up his hands. "The girl at the desk said that they have the best fish and chips. I really want that, but I don't want to deal with crazy fans."
"Let me bring the bags up, leaving Bella a note and then I'll meet you down here," I said, nodding to the bar. They fist bumped each other, striding into the bar inside of the hotel. I went upstairs, putting the bags in the suite. I wrote a quick note to my slumbering, snoring wife, that I was going to be at the bar. I folded it, leaving it next to her on the nightstand. I rode back down, meeting Jasper, Emmett and Kellan in the bar. I already had a beer at my seat. "Hmmm, this is good."
"It's some local IPA. The bartender highly recommended it," Jasper smiled, slurping down some from his own pint. "Is Bella still asleep?"
"She got a nasty headache last night and didn't take her medication until four," I said, wrinkling my nose. "She was fine when she was doing something, but she drifted off, obviously, during the bus ride."
"That's a shame. I was hoping to get all of your opinions on the choices that Jared came up with for the instrumental album he proposed," Kellan said, taking out his iPad.
