Whoo-hoo!!!

I don't own Twilight. Kid's name would NOT be Renesmee if I did.

Ok, so this chapter's pretty much love mush, but I promise it will get better. I think I would go insane if the whole thing was love mush.

*Shudders*

Enjoy!

Elizabeth's POV

I gazed lovingly into Everett's burgundy eyes as he inhaled and we both sighed in content. We were sitting in my backyard on a swinging bench watching the gorgeous sunset. My son Edward was playing with a turtle he had found by the small stream that ran through the woods behind our house. I watched as he waddled along behind it, ran around it in circles of excitement, and tried to pet it's head gently before it could pull back into it's colorful shell. He squealed in excitement as the turtle permitted him to touch it for the slightest amount of time before burying itself in it's shell once again

"Mom! Mom! I touched it! I touched it!"

"What did it feel like?" I asked him with an eagerness only a mother could muster. I smiled as I watched his almost six-year-old face contort into a thoughtful expression.

"Um, well, sort of like, um…" Everett and I laughed quietly at his loss for words.

"Did it feel rough, and leathery?" Everett prodded helpfully in his smooth, silken voice.

"Yeah, that's it!" Edward's face lit with excitement and a touch of uneasiness. I recognized that he, like most humans, could tell that there was something different and unknown about Everett's untold beauty.

Everett put his arm around me as Edward scampered away to the stream once again. His cold embrace cooled me modestly on this warm July evening, and I slowly lowered my head onto his shoulder; knowing the danger of moving too fast.

"You smell exquisite, love," he breathed slowly. "As always." He looked down at me and smiled. Then he whispered, "Don't move…"

Everett slowly lowered his mouth down to my face and, with little hesitation, kissed my cheek. I flushed at his touch, and he immediately leapt ten yards away, a pained expression on his face. He looked up at me shamefacedly.

"I-I need to…uh," Everett said uncertainly.

"I'm sorry," I began dejectedly.

"It's getting late anyway. I shall go now," he continued gravely. He blew me a kiss, I 'caught' it, and held it to my heart. Everett smiled, turned away, and bounded off swiftly. I already missed his presence.

"Edward!" I shouted into the thin forest of saplings. As he jumped out of a bush near the edge I laughed inwardly at the sight of him; covered in leaves, twigs, dirt, and wet up to his thighs. As he neared, I collected myself and became the stern, yet loving, mother.

"Yes, ma?" he said sheepishly, knowing that he would be scolded for his soiled apparel. But he looked so adorable…. How could I reprimand him? So instead, I smiled, and he looked hopeful.

"Get yourself cleaned up," I began, "and I will get you a glass of milk. Then we'll read." I read to him every night, a chapter of one book or another, while the radio played classical music in the background.

He ran inside happily, stripped down to his boxers, scrubbed himself clean, and pulled on his nightwear. Then he ran into his room, where I was waiting patiently, and plopped down into bed, his legs crossed. I handed him his milk and began to read his current favorite, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.

When Edward was sound asleep, I pulled the covers tightly around him, pushed his constantly untidy hair out of his peaceful face, and kissed him on the forehead. I turned the lamp off and quietly closed the door.

"Hello again."

I started at the sound of his voice. I clutched my hand to my chest and breathed out in relief; my heart beating wildly.

"You can't keep sneaking up on me like that!" I scolded. "One day you're going to give me a heart attack."

"I would never," he scoffed as we walked together into the living room. We sat down on the mildly comfortable couch and I snuggled close to his side. It was cooler now and I shivered at his touch. He tugged the quilt down from the back of the couch and enveloped me inside it with one swift movement. I stubbornly poked one hand out to hold onto his.

We sat there for a while and just talked, each enjoying the sound of the other's voice. I looked up into his crimson eyes and he looked down into my green ones. He was fiddling with my hair and found a silver one.

"Oh no! Pull it out!" He tugged gently at my sardonic request, and I winced slightly. He held the strand in his palm and it almost matched his skin; both of which contrasted greatly with his own hair. It was a deep black in an army style cut, and looked all the darker in comparison to his pale skin. He had a perfect and straight nose, a finely squared jaw, and petite yet full lips. He had large muscles, but not so large that they looked disturbing, and when standing he reached about 6'3". He was perfect.

"You should get to sleep," Everett declared as I tried unsuccessfully to stifle a yawn. He picked me up effortlessly and brought me to my room. I shooed him out of the room and then changed into my nightgown. He stepped back into the room when he heard the faucet turn on. I washed my face and brushed my hair and teeth. I walked over to him slowly and pecked him on the cheek.

"Goodnight," I yawned tiredly. It was late.

"Goodnight," Everett replied briskly before picking up a book and walking out into the living room where he spent his nights. I wound and set my alarm clock, got into bed, and eventually drifted off to sleep.

Riiiiiiiiiiiing!

Riiiiiiiiiiing!

Riiiiii—

I grabbed the clock and unset it. I stretched out of bed, got dressed, washed up, put my hair up, and went into the kitchen to start breakfast. I boiled some water and made oatmeal and coffee with it. I put some honey into the oatmeal and went to wake Edward up. On the way to his room I saw Everett laying across the couch, totally engrossed in the book.

"Good morning!" I called to him quickly before hurrying into Edward's room. I cracked open the door to find him already awake and struggling to get his pants on.

"Oh, Eddy." I walked over to him to help him out and he looked self-conscious. He had been putting them on backwards. After Edward finished getting dressed I brushed his hair and we had breakfast. I packed his lunch as he gathered his books and book bag.

"If you don't get a move on you're going to be late!" Everett called from the kitchen.

"All ready?" I asked Edward. He nodded. "Alright let's go."

I walked him to school every day, because he was only five. His school was just down the road.

"How many days left again?" I asked him like I didn't already know.

"Eight! Eight! Eight days of school left!" He said excitedly. He took my hand as we crossed the street and didn't let go until we arrived at his school. After giving me a quick little hug, Edward walked into his school, and I walked home.

This short walk gave me some time to think. About how much Edward and Everett meant to me. About the life Everett and I could never have. About the risk I was taking in being with Everett. And it was a risk, because my blood was so uncommonly and absolutely tantalizing to Everett, and that very same blood ran through Edward's veins. But I couldn't stop seeing Everett, no matter the hazard.

I was putting myself in danger.

Worse, I was putting my son in danger.

All because I was in love with a vampire.

Yeah, it is pretty comical that all their names begin with 'E'. But I really liked 'Everett', and i didn't choose the other names.

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