I can't believe in a month I will officially be Mrs. Michael Newton. I have been waiting for this day for 4 years.

I met Mike the summer before we started high school. My best friend, Angi, and I were at the pool for the day. I saw him and his friends walk in. He came over to us and started up a conversation. Turned out we had a lot in common and would be starting the same school in the fall. We became really good friends and started dating soon after. Soon after my 15th birthday became much more involved. Looking back on it now, I wish we would have waited until we were married, but I wouldn't give up Liam for the world. I gave birth to Liam Quil Newton three months after my 16th birthday. I was young, but Mike and I made it work. I told him that I wanted to wait until I was 18 to get married, but that didn't stop him from getting down on one knee the day Liam came into this world. My mom has been very supportive through everything. But then again, I feel like her mother sometimes too.

I was still able to go back to school with a lot of help from Mrs. Newton. I am graduating in a week with honors. I'm planning on going to the University of Arizona in the fall. I wish I could spend more time at home with Liam and Mike, but I know getting a degree pays off better in the long run. And I want to do anything I can for my family.

I was walking out of the dress shop from another fitting appointment when my phone rang.

"Hey honey. I was just thinking about you."
"Oh, hey babe. I'm running a little late from the office, can you call Jessica and let her know I will be late picking up Liam?" Mike sounded rushed over the phone.
"Yeah, sure, but you need to start planning better, this is the second time this week you are running late. We're going to have to give Jess a little extra money this week to make up for it." I sighed. I know he has been busy this week, trying to get ahead for the time he is taking off for the wedding. But this is starting to get out of control.
"I know babe. Last time, I promise. I shouldn't be more than 30 minutes late. Thanks, I love you babe. See you at home." He hung up before I could get another word out.

I called Jess up and let her know. She didn't seem to be upset about it. She told me to tell him to take his time. Liam was coloring. I smiled. My mom's fridge at home is getting full from all the pictures he colors.

I had a couple more places to run to before I could head home. I decided to pick up something so the boys could eat as soon as I got home. I tried to call Mike to let him know I was picking something up but the call went straight to voicemail. Oh well, I thought. He probably left his phone on vibrate. I pull up to my mom's house a few minutes later and notice Mike's car is not in the driveway. Hmm, that's odd. I thought he was bound to beat me home. I tried to call his cell phone again and still no answer. I grabbed the food and went inside. My mom wasn't home yet either, but I usually didn't see her until later in the evening. She is off taking some class. Yoga, painting, glass blowing, can't remember what it is this week. I set the food in the kitchen and head to the bedroom to change. My phone starts ringing. Finally, I think. I look at the screen expecting to see mike's number, but realize I don't recognize it.

"Hello?"
"Is this Isabella Swan?" A voice I don't recognize answers.
"Yes, it is. Who is this?"
"This is St. Nicolas hospital calling. We need you to come down here right away. There was an accident."

At this point I start to panic trying to figure out if it was Mike or my mom. I ask and they say they can't release any more information over the phone and to come in right away. I am shaking but I grab my keys and run out of the door. I get to the hospital in record time and am greeted by a police officer.

"Are you Miss Swan?" The officer answers. I nod my head.
"What happened, who's hurt?"
"I'm afraid there was an accident, you're fiancée is critical condition. He has some major injuries."
"My fiancée? So where is my son? Was he with him? Please, you have to tell me more." Tears are running down my cheek at this point. I am gripping on the officer's shirt for dear life.
"I'm sorry miss, you son did not make it. He was pronounced dead at the scene."

I don't hear another word before blackness overtakes me.
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AN: Tell me what you think. I have a small outline for at least 8 chapters so far. Should I continue with this? For those that started to read the other story I posted a while ago, sorry. Life got in the way and I lost where I was going with that. So I hope you enjoy this one. Comments, questions, suggestions are very much welcomed and appreciated.