A/N: So here's a story I thought would be good. It does include past and present times, so I'll try not to be confusing. But this chapter is in the present. Well. . . . On with the story!
Bella POV
"Mommy! It's time for a bedtime story!" I smiled to myself as I heard my daughter call for me. Criss was only four, but she was so sophisticated, you would think she was a grown woman. I think she got that from her father. But she could have gotten it from me. He was always goofy while I was the one controlling him. I guess that's why we were perfect for each other. Were. It's always been hard for me to dwell on him, but I got over it.
"I'm coming baby!" I grabbed the milk and plate of warm cookies. I headed up the stairs and I soon came face to face with the white door covered in stickers and drawings.
"How about some milk and cookies before we read?"
"Yeah!" I handed her a cookie and set down her milk. I picked up a cookie for me and started eating. When I was finished I looked back at Criss.
"What do you want to read tonight? How about Goldilocks or Cinderella?"
"I don't want to hear those stories."
"Well then how about Peter Pan?"
"I don't want to hear a story from a book."
"What do you want me to read to you?"
"I want to hear about your and Daddy's story." I froze and my heart stopped. She only asked about her dad once and that was it. Or I thought it was.
"What? It's. . . It's not very interesting. Don't you want to hear Peter Pan?"
"No. I want to hear about you and Daddy." I knew she wasn't going to back down, she got that from and her father. We were both stubborn and persistent with what we really wanted. Being stubborn is what landed me in this situation in the first place.
"Okay sweetie. I'll tell you the story. Once upon a time. . ."
A/N: Here's chapter one. Sorry it's short! Um. . . Review! Tell me what you think and if you want me to continue. Bye!