The Real Twilight
I closed out the screen of my latest novel, Breaking Dawn, and headed to the kitchen to start dinner. Less than ten minutes later, the front door opened and in walked my husband, Miles.
"Steph?" He called out.
"Right here," I answered as I emerged from the kitchen carrying our pork chops. Miles and I sat down and started to eat.
"So how's the book coming?" He asked. Like thousands of people around the world, Miles loved my Twilight series which consisted of Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse and soon to be Breaking Dawn. I had not let him see it yet.
"Good, I'm sending it to the editor tomorrow," I said after swallowing my food.
"I can't wait!" He said smiling, showing a piece of broccoli stuck in his teeth. I laughed.
Later that night, I woke up suddenly and sprinted to the bathroom where I emptied my stomach of dinner. Must have been some bad pork. I thought as I rinsed my mouth and went back to bed. The next morning however, I got a phone call.
"Hello?" I answered after the second ring.
"Yes is this Stephenie Meyer?" The person on the other line asked.
"Yes?" I said uncertainly.
"This is Doctor Marshall and I'd like to inform you with some good news," the doctor said. I went to the doctors a few weeks ago when I was having stomach problems.
"What kind of good news?" I asked while fiddling with the cord.
"You're pregnant!" Doctor Marshall exclaimed. I dropped the cord.
"Really?!" I gasped. I said thanks and ran into the other room where I found Miles.
"Miles!" I practically yelled and ran into his startled arms.
"Steph is something the matter?"
"I'm pregnant!" I shouted. He pulled away so I could see the big smile on his face as he kissed me.
The first few months were horrible. I was sick almost every day. But then I saw the bump I had. My little baby was growing in there! I wondered what I would name him. John? Jack? Ben? Every time I pictured my baby, I always saw a little boy.
My pregnancy passed quickly and I soon found myself being driven to the hospital, in labor. I had been wrong about the boy. It was a girl! I had no names picked out! But as soon as I saw Mile's chocolate brown eyes on her, and who she reminded me of, I knew exactly what to name her.
"So what's her name?" Miles asked coming to stand beside me. I looked up at him.
"Bella. Her name's Bella."
Bella grew as a toddler quickly because she caught on fast. Within five short years, I found myself sending her off to school with her little brother Charlie on my hip. (I named him after Chief Swan in my books.) One day, Miles came home from work a little earlier and called us all in.
"What is it honey?" I asked.
"I got promoted!" Miles exclaimed. All of us cheered but after we calmed down, Miles began to explain.
"My new job is being the manager of one of the company's store. But there's a twist. We have to move.'
"Where dad?" Bella, who was now a teenager, calmly asked.
"To Forks Washington," Miles said and looked directly at me.
"Never heard of it," Bella said. Unlike my husband and son, Bella never read any of my books.
"It's the town I based my books off of," I shakily told her.
"Oh, that's cool." She said.
Within a month we packed up the contents of our little house and began to make our way to Forks. The drive took two days from Arizona. When we finally arrived we could see that the house here was bigger than our old one. Seventeen year old Bella and fourteen year old Charlie stepped out of our family car.
"It's nice," Bella said.
"Yeah," Charlie agreed.
Soon, as days went by, we became very adjusted to our new life in Forks. I went to work at the local newspaper company writing short stories that were a big hit. In the beginning, Bella came home with a frown on her face for three weeks. We always asked her what was wrong but she never answered. But then the frown turned into a grin and it stayed that way.
One day, I had a day off from work when I heard the front door open. I saw Bella come in as she called out,
"Mom! I'm home!"
"Right here," I answered.
"Mom I brought a friend home from school," she said as she stepped aside.
That's when I saw him. Pale skin, bronze hair, golden eyes. He was everything I pictured him to be.
"Mom," Bella told me, "This is Edward Cullen." I stared in shock. Edward's facial expression changed because he knew I knew. My daughter was standing next to a supposedly fictional vampire from my own books.
"No! No, no, NO!" I gasped.
"Mom?" Bella asked worriedly.
"Does she know?" I asked frantically at Edward. He nodded slowly.
"Bella how long have you known?" I shouted.
"Known what?" She asked as her brow furrowed.
"You never read any of my books did you?" I asked them both.
"You're books?" Edward asked.
"No," Bella answered. I ran to the bookcase and grabbed my copy of Twilight.
"How long have you known about Edward, Bella?" I stared at her. She glanced up at him and he nodded.
"Um, about a week," She mumbled. I flipped quickly through the pages until I found the part where Edward told Bella, and I began to read. When I finished, they both starred at me in total shock.
"How, How did you…" Edward trailed off. I closed my eyes.
"Edward, can you read minds?"
"Yes."
"Not Bellas?"
"No, not Bella?"
"Are you one-hundred eight years old?"
"Yes."
"Is there Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Carlisle, Rosalie, and Esme?"
He gulped. "Yes."
"And what happened with the men in Port Angelus?"
"Yes," He growled. I ran and hugged Bella who was still in shock.
"Mom how do you know all this?" She asked.
"I don't know. I think I wrote you future in my books."
"Bring your books and come to my house," Edward said snapping his phone shut. I didn't realize that he had it out.
"Okay," I picked up my four books and followed them out the door where, no surprise, his Volvo was waiting.
As we pulled up in front of the Cullen house, I gapped. Everything was exactly the way I wrote it. From the driving (very fast of course) to the house, exact. Carlisle opened the door and we stepped inside. I could tell from the expressions the others had not told them much.
"Carlisle, this is Bella's mother, Mrs. Meyer," Edward said.
"Please, call me Stephenie," I shuddered.
"It's nice to meet you Stephenie." Esme said as we sat around the dining room table.
"Edward what's this about," Alice asked, her golden eyes glowing. Edward gestured to me. I pulled out Twilight and read the scene where Bella describes the Cullens. I glanced up and saw sixteen pairs of eyes staring at me.
"How did you know this?" Jasper asked, speaking out loud for the first time.
"I don't know. I had a dream and when I awoke I wrote it down and made a story out of it. "
"So you know from your books exactly what is going to happen to us for the next two years?" Emmett asked.
"Yes," I answered.
"Does Bella get hurt?" Edward asked.
"Well, I shouldn't really say much about it. But she is NOT going to die," I stared at him.
"I don't think we should read the books," Carlisle said and the rest of them nod.
"But we have to read them!" Edward shouted, "If Bella gets hurt in the books, I can prevent it. What's the worst thing that going to happen?"
"Don't listen to my thoughts," I told him before grazing over all the near death experiences, "You're going to break her heart," I told him. He looked shocked.
"I would never to that to Bella," he stubbornly said.
"I know, but it's going to happen anyway," I murmerd.
