This is the conclusion to a HUGE string of stories I did. The Cullens turn into humans again when Renesmee is two years old (I don't even know why, I just wanted them to)
Obviously, they start having families. Edward and Bella have nine children; Renesmee; Alex; Hayden; Owen; Millie, Ethan and Cody (Triplets); and Dylan and Lily (Twins)
Owen married a girl named Sophie Brenners and they had one daughter named Stephanie. This story is thirty years later… at a funeral. Stephanie is married and has one son at that point. By the way, Stephanie is Edward and Bella's granddaughter.
Also, this Stephanie is someone we all know and love… I bet you can guess which Stephanie…
Yep! Stephanie Meyer is Edward and Bella's Granddaughter in this story. Probably time that we found out her story….
Life is a cycle, if you live at some point, you have to die, it's the way things go. I just wished there was some sort of exception.
Tears fell down my face silently as I watched the casket that contained my grandfather being lifted into the ground. My husband, Pancho, wrapped his arm tighter around my waist .
"It's okay honey. He had to die sometime. He was very sick." he murmured, trying to comfort me. He was right now. Grandpa had been very sick the past couple of weeks, barely able to speak or move. He was eighty-five.
Grandma stood close and cried, where she was comforted by my aunts and uncles. I burrowed my face in Pancho's shoulder. My two-year old son, Gabe, looked up at me with a confused look.
"Momma?" he tugged on the edge of my skirt.
"It's okay Gabe." I picked him up and laid my cheek on his head.
I looked up when they started talking about my grandpa's life. Grandma had told me a lot about their life.
I had the story memorized as if it was permanently recorded into it.
"When I was seventeen, I moved to Forks from Arizona. I hated it, the coldness, the rain, my dad's tiny two-bedroom house. I didn't even know why I came here in the first place. I hated it all until your grandpa came into my life. I loved him more than anything, but he had a huge secret… he was a vampire."
She would tell me about James who had almost killed her, and show me the scar permanently etched onto her wrist.
Then she would move onto her eighteenth birthday party, how Jasper tried to kill her when she got a paper cut and how grandpa left her because of what happened, how she fell into a depression, zombie-like state.
She told me about my uncle Jacob, who was her best friend and also a werewolf.
She told me about Victoria and her newborn army. And of course she told me about when they got married and about aunt Renesmee, how Renesmee's birth nearly killed her, so grandpa turned her into a vampire.
The story never failed to amaze me.
Right then and there, I decided that I was going to write their story down. It was a story of true love and sacrifice that everyone needed to know. I would do this, if it was the last thing I did.
Sorry it's so short. I just liked the idea of it. If you want to read the story after that, read the Saga… which I don't own. I just own this. : )