I do not own the literary works of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight Saga.
This story takes place eleven years after Edward has left Bella in New Moon.
Bella POV
It had been elven years, 4 months, seven days and 32 seconds since I had stepped foot outside of La Push. I have spent the past years hoping and wishing that this day would never come, but deep down I knew it was fast approaching. It had to come. For my children, I would do this. For Jacob, I would do this. Despite my fear and the overwhelming pressure where my heart once was, I had to do this...
"I can do this." I told myself under my breath, unaware of the three sets of ears listening in on the war waging in my head. The struggle and pain I went through to get to this point seemed miniscule as I stood at the La Push border. This was a much deeper fear. Once I stepped outside of the border she would see that I truly was alive. Her vision would flash in his head and the act would be up. But he left me to defend for myself! Why would he care that I was alive?
I came to a screeching halt when I heard the shouts of my two children, "What the heck, Mom?! Are you trying to kill that guy or what?" My son laughed, his smile so handsome. He wasn't my oldest child, but he wasn't far off. Masen was 3 minutes younger than Renesmee, often bringing out the competitive side of them both. They were all the good and greatness inside myself and him. The beautiful, intelligent, perfect children he never met...
I shook my head and looked back smiling, "I wouldn't need a car to do that, now would I?" I noticed Jacob looking at me, his concern for me shining in his eyes. He reached over and grabbed my hand giving it a tight squeeze. I squeezed back, showing him I was alright. He knew though... He knew my every thought, my every move. My best friend in every sense of the word. He picked me up that day and he hasn't let go since. I owed everything I have to him.
"I can't wait to see Gramps. He told me he decorated my room himself." Renesmee was beside herself with excitement for her first time being outside of the reservation. I could understand why though. Living on a reservation had its perks but a big imagination was a part of keeping yourself amused there. Renesmee and Masen both matured much faster than the other children on the reservation, bringing them closer together as brother and sister. We were all very tight knit, staying inside our own little world, our own little clan.
It was difficult to ignore the stares of the tribe members. Myself and my children were a threat and danger to the tribe, even after eleven years of peaceful living and constant reassurance by the wolves. Jacob was a highly respected tribal member till the day everyone found out he had imprinted on Renesmee. The Wolf and the half Vampire? What a scandal that was. That was the night Jacob and I decided it was the right time to get out. The right time to pack up and head back to Forks. Charlie was more than happy to welcome his grandchilren and daughter back into his home. He immediately went into construction, adding on three extra rooms to the once tiny house. Charlie had started graying in his later years and eventually retired from the force three years ago but he was still an avid fisher.
My thoughts came crashing around me when Jacob spoke up, "Five miles till the border." I could feel the tightening around my once human heart as the five miles became four, then three and so on. I came to a stop just a foot short of crossing the border and looked back to my children, "I hope you are ready for this. Everything will be different." They looked at me with confused eyes but nodded to go on ahead. I closed my eyes and pushed on the gas, crossing that last excruciating foot across the border.
What had I done?