Chapter 1
When you turned 5, I was 18. You could mesmerize me by just almost every move you made and how graceful you were even at such a young age. I was everything you needed me to be. It was so hard for me to watch you grow up and see you get hurt on the smallest things, at times I wished I could have been a paramedic just so I could heal you. I used to tell you the Quileute stories when you were growing up as bedtime stories, but I don't think that you actually realized that they were actually real. So when you started to catch up, I started making stories up so you would still be entertained.
Your parents, Edward and Bella always thought that you would think that I was your parent instead of them because I spent more time with you than them. But you and I both know that isn't true. When you first asked why I was always with you instead of living my life, all I could answer was that my life sucked compared to hanging out with you, and of course you would laugh and say that so would I one day when a lucky girl would pop into my life and take over our time. I laughed along and silently joked on how you didn't know the half of it.
You never stopped amazing me at how polite and educated you were even without going to school. You would even teach me things, like what proper table etiquette was when I never had to pay attention before. Even Edward had to teach Bella for you because she also didn't know. I think you got your smarts from your father, your personality from your mother and looks from both. With that mixture how could you be any less than perfect?
Every day I went home a piece of me died inside because that meant I had to be away from you. I ended up eventually telling your mother and she let me sleep with you in your room as long as there was no monkey business, and of course she could hear and come check on us any time because she lacks sleep, and night casualties.