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Prelogue
A girl no older than seventeen entered the emergency room. Her clothes were dirty, her long bronze hair was a mess, but most importantly she was screaming because the baby inside of her no longer wanted to stay inside of her. She just wanted to get rid of the baby, wanted the pain to stop and the baby out. Nurses surrounded her. They put her in a room and gave her drugs to ease the pain. As the pain eased to a dull throb a doctor entered. His eyes were kind; his blond hair was greased back.
"I'm Dr. Cullen, I'll be delivering your baby, Miss Masen." He said with a kind smile as he took a look at her clipboard.
"He's not mine, I don't want him, I never did." She said, tears streaming down her face. There wasn't anger behind her words just sadness and fear and possibly a little regret.
"Would you like to put him up for adoption?" Dr. Cullen asked.
"Will he go to a good home?" she questioned. The doctor was glad to see that the girl held some concern for her child. He really wanted to tell her that the child would go to a good home, but one could never be sure. He didn't want to lie to her, and tell her that the baby would be perfectly fine because he couldn't be sure.
"We can try to get him into a good home." He told her with conviction. She thought about this for a minute before looking up at him.
"Do you have children, Dr. Cullen?" he nodded.
"My wife and I have a son." He said with a smile as he thought of his one-year-old boy, Emmet. She took this in.
"Do you think he'd ever want a brother?" Dr. Cullen looked at her with a small bit of shock. Was she asking him to adopt her child?
"Why do you ask?"
"You seem like a nice man, a man who could be a good father to this baby. I want you and your wife to have him." Tears were streaming down her face again.
"Is this what you want? Don't you think your parents would want him?"
"My parents are dead." She said simply and he now understood the true concern behind her inquiry about the child getting a good home. She was an orphan, possibly a foster child whom no one had wanted.
He was getting ready to answer her before she let out a scream. It was time. The baby was to be delivered. Calling the nurses up, he started the procedure. Soon he saw a head and then the entire body. He held the small child in his hands as a nurse cut the umbilical chord. It wasn't long before the small body let out a healthy cry. Dr. Cullen smiled at the baby in his arms for a moment before a nurse briskly informed him that Miss Masen's heart was failing. He handed the baby to another nurse and told her to take the child.
After ten minutes of working on her, he knew she was gone. Miss Masen was dead and all that she left behind was her son. Dr. Cullen called his wife and told her about the child, explaining how his mother had personally asked him to take her son. Esme agreed instantly. Carlisle Cullen signed the papers and when it came to the name he put Edward Anthony Masen Cullen, that way the boy wouldn't be without a piece of his heritage.
To Be Continued...