PROLOGUE

Carlisle: Why is it that a father can never tell his son, how much he loves him, embrace and say I love you my son.

Esme: And a mother, she keeps repeating it whether he listens or not.

Carlisle: But that doesn't mean he loves him any less.

Esme: No one can fathom the amount of love a mother has for her son, not even her. There is no measure. It is an emotion only a mother can feel: Edward, my son, my life.

November 13, 2009 – Present Day

"Aannnnnd, here we are at the big game between age-old rivals Texas Christian University and Southern Methodist University: The Battle for the Iron Skillet!"

"That's right Mike. Its tradition that when the Horned Frogs meet the Mustangs on the field, that compete for this skillet as a trophy. The TCU Horned Frogs leads the series and tensions are high as TCU and SMU fans alike hold their breath, waiting to see if TCU can hold onto the skillet as the two teams face off again this year!"

"Eric, it's down to the last minute as TCU has possession of the ball, and it's up to them to make this field goal if they want to secure the win and remain undefeated this season. They're all the way at the 40 yard line; it's a bit of a stretch though…"

"Yes, it's all riding on Jasper Cullen yet the record shows that there doesn't seem to be anything our star kicker Jasper Cullen can't manage!"

The crowd goes wild as a tall, lean man jogs up to the ball, slowing as he nears it. The young man looks almost out of place among all his brawny teammates. Taking a deep breath, he leans forward at the waist, taking three steps, and then, he pauses.

Time seems to slow as Jasper closes his eyes, shutting out the screams of the crowd. The chanted letters he hears begin to slow in his mind and they finally fade away. A velvety voice cuts through the silence in his head as he remembers:

"If you want to be someone in life, if you want to achieve something, if you want to win, listen to your heart. And if your heart doesn't give you any answers, close your eyes, and think of your parents… And then you will cross all the hurdles, all your problems will vanish, and victory will be yours… Only yours."

Opening his eyes, he draws his foot back, and then lets his foot fly forward.

Suddenly the roar is deafening. "AND THAT'S IT, TCU WINS THE GAME! CULLEN MAKES THE FIELD GOAL SECURING VICTORY FOR TCU!"

Jasper is swarmed by his teammates and supporters, and he can barely hear one 'congratulations' over the other.

~~O~~

"Hey mom, dad, I won! I really was the man of the match, I made that last field goal and we won! Oh, by the way, I saw you guys on CNN talking about the future of the American oil industry. You both looked great… Listen, I can't wait to come home… I've missed you too… Alright, see you in a few days when I'm back in Austin for Thanksgiving. Bye."

Pocketing his cell phone, he proceeded to shove the rest of his clothes and books into his last duffel bag. The last item he put in was a photo frame. He brushed the glass carefully, smiling softly at the young carefree man with his arm slung around a young Jasper's shoulders.

~~O~~

"Elizabeth! Put that photo away before I take it away myself! Honestly, can't you even manage one hour at church without pulling it out?" Renée's sharp whisper startled Elizabeth out of her reverie.

"No one is going to berate an 80 plus year old woman for not paying attention in church." Elizabeth retorted. "Besides, Reverend Weber won't even be able to tell that I'm not singing from up there."

"Yes," Renée sighed. "But I can Lizzy, so focus."

The two women finished the recessional song and gently closed their song books with their wrinkled hands. They waited for all the other members of the shuffled out of the pew, making their way up the nave.

Unable to ignore the quiet sniffles and whimpers any longer, Renée turned to Elizabeth.

"Hey now Lizzy, what are you crying for?"

"I just… I just miss Edward so much!"

"Shhhh. Me too. Me too."

"No, but especially now! I feel I have failed my family. How will I go to Heaven and explain to God that I couldn't even bring my grandson back home!"

"You won't meet God anyway," Renée said.

"Wha-, why?"

"Because he doesn't meet people in Hell!" Renée laughed, unable to hide her smile any longer.

"Oh you and your morning jokes! You can't go one day without teasing me," Elizabeth pouted as they reached the vestibule.

"Grandma! And Nay-nay!" a familiar voice cried out to them.

"Jazzy!" Renée squealed.

Jasper strode quickly towards his two grandmothers and dropped his bags to envelope them both in his arms.

"Hey Nay-Nay, you're looking sexy," he teased his maternal grandmother, kissing her on the forehead.

"Ha, I know that's what everyone tells me!" she replied with a wink.

"Hey, Grandma," Jasper asked, worried that his other grandmother was not well. Elizabeth just buried her head further into her grandson's shirt. "Why is she crying, Nay-nay?" he asked Renée.

"Ha, I get worried when she doesn't cry!" was her witty reply.

"Look Jasper, she's so mean to me," Elizabeth wailed.

"Hey, hey, stop it now, both of you," Jasper soothed them. In the back of his mind though, he knew that there was something truly troubling his Grandma Lizzy.

~~O~~

"Lizzy, please, please stop crying! Your tears will make only make Jasper ask questions." Renée begged.

Rocking back and forth in her chair, Elizabeth was weeping, her head in her hands. Renée just ran her fingers through her hair, trying to comfort and quiet her daughter's mother-in-law and her life-long friend.

"What do I do, Renée? What do I do? Every time I see Jasper, I am just reminded more of how much I miss Edward."

"But really, what can we do Lizzy? Carlisle has forbidden us… Jasper wasn't even home when Edward left Austin and –"

"Well I am tired of doing nothing! Jasper has a right to know. I think we should tell him everything."

"Lizzy! Where would we even begin? Jasper doesn't even know that Edward was adopted and was not even their real son!"

The two women turned as they heard a stifled sob from the doorway.

"Oh Jasper…no."

Author's Note:

So I would just like to say thank you so much for reading! This is my first story as I have been too afraid to actually post anything on the site for almost a year now. It would be really helpful if you could leave a review of any length just to tell me what you think: hate it, love it, what you hope to see, anything! This is rated M only because I may need it for future chapters. All that being said, I don't own Twilight or the foreign film this idea is based on. I'm just playing with the characters.