A/N - I own nothing but the idea. All Twilight related characters or places etc belong to Stephanie Meyer.
This is a story I'm really enjoying writing at the moment and hopefully you'll like it too. I'm going to give this a few days before I get the first chapter up just to see people's reactions so reviews will be most welcome.
Most of the main couplings will be the same as the book -although a few of the supporting characters have been paired up differently - and I have no intention of making their personalities too different from what we know and love. There will be swearing although I'm trying to keep it under control, and I'd like to make it clear that there are going to be a couple of side plots which are not of the nicest theme.
I don't believe that love is simple or easy, nor is it all smiles, and it's important for me on a personal level to portray this as much as possible.
Anyway enough of the babble and down to the good stuff.
Prologue
September 13th, 1991 - Third Person POV
A young girl, no older then 12, sat beside a small, hospital regulation plastic crib.
A small baby, wrapped in a baby pink blanket and wearing a baby pink cap, lay squirming and wiggling around in front of her eyes. She found it hard to believe that the baby was actually real, for only hours before the tiny baby she was looking at had been inside her rounded belly.
The pain and suffering, the rumours, the stares, the family divided, was all to some degree worth it.
Nothing in the world - even more so now - could make the young girl regret her decision to ignore her father's wishes, and allow the child to grow and live inside her for the past nine months. She knew she was young, a child herself, but she refused to allow her father to kill the child before it even had a chance at life. Her mother had agreed with her. She argued with her husband, knowing his upset and anger stemmed more from the circumstance - a circumstance which opened up a whole can of 'what ifs' - then his actual daughter or the baby. They had spent nights and days as a family, fighting, crying, and screaming until all hours of the morning for weeks, until the young girl sat down and made a choice which nobody could argue with.
It broke her heart to know that the tiny baby she watched, her baby, would not know of her until eighteen years had past -and even then it would be the babies decision. By then the young girl would have aged eighteen more years, maybe she would be married and have more children. Her life would have moved forward. But she would always remember her first child, even if she wasn't the one to raise her.
It was for the best. Even with her parents help, the young girl knew she was in no way equipped to raise a child. She had no means of income or support. She had no qualifications or grades. She barely understood the ways of the world, and despite the facade she put up, she still had a lot of healing ahead of her.
And so, along with both her parents support, they had searched far and wide for a good family for the baby to go to. Throughout the nine months they searched, until finally, with only a month left, they had found the perfect pair; a husband and wife who had been struggling to have their own child since they married. They sympathised with the young girls story, and didn't judge her, willing to help her in any way they could. The young girl liked them, and agreed that they were the ones she wanted to raise her child.
The papers had been signed, the rules and regulations set in place, and in only a few minutes, they would come for their daughter and take her to their home where she would start her life.
The young girls eyes welled with tears, knowing she only had a few precious moments left to memorise as much as she could. She would be moving in a week. Almost as though the baby sensed the distress nearby, she raised one tiny hand, all her fingers and thumb splayed as far as she could. She reached towards the young girl who slowly and hesitantly curled her own fingers over that tiny hand. The baby stared up at her, her small pink lips curving slightly upwards like a smile.
" I will always love you." whispered the girl, as her tears spilled over.
The footsteps echoed in the hallway, and she whipped her tears away. A hand lightly pressed on her shoulder, and the two mothers looked at the baby together for a moment. The young girls parents lingered in the doorway, ready to comfort their daughter.
" Thank you." said the older women. " I promise you - we'll take care of her." The young girl could not doubt the sincerity in the women's voice. It was one of the reasons she had chosen her and her husband.
" We'd like you to name her." said the husband, who stood opposite his wife and the young girl. He looked down lovingly into the crib.
The young girl, as sad as she was, was grateful, and for the first time in awhile she smiled, " Isabella." She replied without any hesitation.
The women and man smiled. " Isabella Marie Swan." cooed the women as the young girl joined her parents in the hall. " Welcome to the world, our little angel."