Hey everyone! I'm so sorry it took so long! I had the worst writer's block ever, and didn't know where I wanted to take this sequel. I started a crossover story called 'Like You' in the Harry Potter x Twilight crossover syection, if you'd like to check it out =)
I mulled over this story for a long time, and decided to make it a series of one-shots including various periods of Annabelle's life. I hope you guys are still interested in it!
Disclaimer - I own nothing but Annabelle =)
Enjoy!
Two-years-old
"Edward, please call Carlisle." I said in a panicked voice.
Annabelle had been feeling ill since yesterday, but it wasn't anything alarming until now. She had said her throat was itchy, but she didn't have a fever, so we weren't worried. She woke up sweating, though. She was usually warmer than humans, but she was way hotter than she was supposed to.
"Mommy." She rasped in a pained voice.
"Oh, my angel." I rested my hand on her forehead. She was splayed all over her bed, her long hair matted on her neck, her bangs glued to her forehead due to the sweat. "Daddy's calling Grandpa, okay? He'll make you feel better." I tried to soothe her.
"My tummy hurts, Mommy." She mumbled.
Seconds later, she vomited all over herself and her bed. Her cries became louder.
"Shh, shh, sweetie. Mommy will run you a bath, okay? Try not to move, I'm just going to go turn the water on the tub, okay? I'll be back in two seconds." I told her before running towards my bathroom and turning the water on.
Three seconds later, I was back in her room. "Okay, let's get you out of these dirty clothes."
"I'm sorry, Momma." She whispered as I carefully pulled her shirt up, trying not to get any vomit on her face.
"Why, baby?"
"For throwing up." She hiccuped.
"Oh, baby. It's not your fault that you're sick, okay? You don't have anything to be sorry for." I explained as I took her socks and pulled her pants down, and ran with her to my bathroom. The tub was halfway filled, which was good enough.
"Now, the water is lukewarm, but it's going to feel a little cold, okay? Only for a little while, and then it'll feel good." I said while lowering her in.
She whimpered softly as the water touched her legs and bottom, but didn't fuss.
"There we go." I softly said once she was fully in.
"Carlisle will be here in five minutes." Edward said from the doorway. I turned around, looking at his frantic face; my man truly loved Annie as if she were his.
"Could you do me a favor? She threw up, could you throw her sheets and dirty clothes into the washing machine for me? I'm going to lie her down in our bed once I'm done here. Oh, and bring some clean pj's for her, undies too, please?"
"Yes, yes, of course." He quickly replied before running out again.
I washed Annie's hair quickly, using her orange shampoo. I cleaned all traces of vomit off her and picked her up, wrapping a towel around her and drying her hair with a smaller one.
"Let's wash your mouth, too. You don't want that bad taste in it, do you?" I asked her. She shook her head frantically.
She spit our the water and then brushed her teeth.
"I'm going to braid your hair, that way it won't get all over your neck again, okay?" She nodded.
I walked her to my room, trying to hear Edward and Carlisle talking downstairs, but not really focusing.
Edward had laid out a set of pj's which I put on her quickly before combing her hair carefully.
I was almost done with her braid when Carlisle and Edward walked in.
"Is she better?" Edward asked, sitting on my left side and carefully placing his hand on her forehead.
"Hi, Carlisle." I greeted instead of answering my husband.
"Bella. I heard our little girl wasn't feeling well today." He said, walking forward. I was done with Annie's hair, so I lay her down over the covers.
Carlisle knelt on the floor near her head, and placed his hand on her forehead, just like Edward had a few seconds before.
He grabbed his medical kit, bringing a thermometer out and placing it next to her ear.
"109." He mumbled. Annie usually ran at 102.
"Can you open your mouth for me, sweetie?" She did so, and Carlisle looked inside quickly; he didn't need a light or anything else thankfully. "It's swollen. Does your throat hurt?" He asked her gently.
"Yeah, Grandpa." She whispered, her voice still rasped.
"And your tummy, too? Your Daddy said you threw up." She nodded again.
"Well, I'm sure you'll be better in no time, sweetie. How about I go talk to your Mommy and Daddy while you rest, okay?" She nodded once more, a few tears escaping her eyes.
Edward tucked her in before we both went into the living room, where Carlisle was waiting.
"It's just a stomach flu; she should be fine by tomorrow. I'll give you some medicine for her fever. Keep her hydrated and she should probably only have soup until her throat is better. Apart from that, we should just wait out I guess."
I nodded, resting my head on Edward's shoulder.
"I'll leave you be. Make sure to call me if anything else happens."
"We will. Thanks, Carlisle." Edward said, getting up to walk him out.
As soon as he was back, I let go.
Edward held me as I cried tearless sobs on his shoulder.
"I hate seeing her like that. I feel so useless." I sobbed.
"Oh, sweetheart. You heard Carlisle, she'll be fine in no time." He tried to calm me down, but I could hear the strain in his voice.
"I'm going to go check on her. Do you think you could warm some soup up and bring it up with a cup of water?" I asked him.
"Of course. I'll be right up, my love." He whispered, pecking my lips once before walking into the kitchen.
I ran up the stairs, not bothering with human speed when my baby was hurting.
"Mommy." She mumbled once she saw me.
"Hi, angel. You were supposed to be resting." I scolded her lightly.
"I can't sleep." She rasped. "Cuddle with me?" She asked, looking up at me with hooded eyes.
"Yes, of course." I replied, getting under the covers and pulling her to me. Her cheek was resting on my shoulder and her forehead was very close to my neck. "Daddy is bringing you some soup, okay? You'll have to eat something before we give you the medicine that Grandpa left for you." I whispered, brushing her bangs from her forehead.
"I don't wanna eat, Mommy, I'll be sick again." She whispered.
"That's what the meds are for, sweetie. Grandpa said we have to keep you hydrated, and you're allowed to eat soup."
"What's hydrate-ted?" She asked, making me chuckle.
"Hydrated, baby. It means you have to drink a lot of water. You're sweating a lot because of your fever. Your body has a lot of water in it, and sweating is a way to get rid of the excess. But, since your sweating isn't normal because of the fever, you have to drink water to replace what was lost. Got it?"
She nodded, looking at me with her brown eyes wide.
"You're so smart, Mommy."
I chuckled, reveling on her innocence.
"Daddy's here." I said, since she was still looking at me. Since she was snuggled close to me, I gently raised myself, bringing her into a sitting position.
"Hello, my little love." Edward greeted, setting the tray in front of us before sitting down on Annie's other side, giving her forehead a peck.
"Try one spoon. If you don't feel good, you can stop, okay?" I told her, handing her glass of water first. She took two sips before setting it down and picking the spoon up.
Her little hand was trembling, so I stepped over.
"How about I feed you?" I suggested, taking the spoon from her and dipping it into the soup.
"Open up." I chuckled, feeding her. We waited a minute to see if she would reject it, but she opened her mouth again, so I kept on feeding her.
She was able to eat half of it before saying she was full. She drank some more water before Edward got up to put the tray aside and get her medication.
"It tastes yucky, but it'll help you feel better, okay?" Edward said gently before filling a spoon full of some medication.
"Yuck." She wrinkled her nose, but didn't spit it out, which was good. "Can I have some more water, please?" She whispered. Edward handed her the glass, and she took another sip before thanking him and snuggling close to me again.
"Try to rest, baby." Edward whispered. She nodded before closing her eyes and sighing.
I lay back down with her, looking up to a worried Edward.
"Stay, Daddy." She mumbled before succumbing to sleep.
Edward lay down next to her, his fingers playing with the end of her braid.
"She'll be fine." He reassured me once again. "She's a strong little girl. She'll be up and running in no time." He smiled.
I nodded, unable to reply.
It had been the first time she had ever been sick. She was stronger than the average human, but still susceptible to human diseases.
We had stayed in Forks after our marriage, Edward moving in with Annie and I. The house was perfect for the three of us, and it gave us the privacy we needed and wanted.
The Cullens stayed here as well, claiming they didn't want to miss anything on Annie's life. Carlisle had to quit his job, though, for people were getting a bit suspicious. He didn't mind; he and everyone else had pretended to move to New Hampshire, so everyone could go to college. Their house was pretty isolated, so people didn't suspect they were still around.
In two weeks, Annie would be three. Her growth had slowed to an almost normal human one, but she still looked a bit older. Her intellect was astounding, but most of the times she still behaved like her actual age. She was growing up so quickly, though. I cherished our moments now, knowing they would soon become sparse until they were almost non-existent.
"Hey, where were you?" Edward brought me back from my musings.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I was just thinking about everything." I tried to explain.
"She's gotten so big." He whispered, as if he had read my mind.
"Yeah. We'll lose her soon." I mumbled.
Edward chuckled. "No we won't. She loves you way too much to just leave, you know?"
"She loves you, too." I replied.
"I know she does, but there's nothing like the bond between you two." He smiled at me, melting my dead heart.
Annabelle way sick for a day, but true to Carlisle's words, she felt better once she woke up the next morning.
She got up and ran around the bedroom as soon as she noticed her tummy didn't hurt anymore, giggling loudly as Edward chased her.
I let out a deep breath. We had passed through her being ill without too much fretting.
Or that would be what I would tell myself until I believed it.
That's it. I'll try to update more often, but I'm not sure how it'll go.
Reviews are always welcome! =D