Disclaimer: Twilight and its characters are the sole property of Stephanie Meyers.
Summary:Edward and Bella were born within weeks of one another, neighbors and best friends. Nerdy Edward idolizes his best friend, the girl every guy wants and every girl wants to be. Shining star Bella is in love with Edward, but lacks the courage to make her move. But one summer will change everything. Edward has grown up, and returns from his vacation a new man, finally ready to make Bella his. Her summer, however, was much more tragic. Her parents file for a nasty divorce, her mother abandons her, and her father retreats into his depression. When Edward returns, will he be able to save the girl he loves? With the help of their friends, the duo might just survive their senior year, and have a chance at their happily ever after.
A/N: I'm ridiculously busy with school right now, but this story idea popped into my head the other day and I just couldn't resist! In just a few weeks my class load will lighten, and I will have a lot more time for writing. But for now, I will do my best to update at least once a week. Please hang in there with me! Enjoy =)
Prologue
Narrator POV
"Oh! She's adorable!" Esme leaned over to coo at the tiny little bundle, her own pride and joy currently struggling to stay awake in his father's arms.
"Isn't she beautiful?" Charlie's eyes are glued to his daughter's face, his voice full of reverence. He and Renee had never planned to have children, but one look at his daughter's angelic face and he just knew that she was the reason he had been put on this earth. Surely a child so perfect was destined for great things.
"Edward, meet your future wife...." Carlisle began, carrying his squirming son across the room. He looked between Charlie and Renee expectantly, and Charlie merely frowned.
"Her name is Isabella, and I hope you realize that you just made it my personal duty to keep these two as far away from one another as possible," he growled quietly. Esme and Carlisle both chuckled while Charlie remained silent, assuring them that he was in fact serious.
"Isabella," Esme murmured. "What a beautiful name," she smiled at Renee, who was watching silently from her hospital bed.
"Charlie picked it," she smiled tightly. "It was a family name, apparently," she explained, her distaste obvious in her tone. In Charlie's arms, the little angel began to squirm, her tiny face scrunching up in preparation for tears. Her quiet whimpers quickly turned into a loud wail, causing Charlie's eyes to widen in panic.
"Um, does she need to eat, maybe? Do you think you should try to feed her?" he asked his wife nervously.
"I'm tired, Charlie. Use a bottle; isn't that what I had to fill them up for?" Renee whined. Charlie quickly went to retrieve one, while Esme and Carlisle exchanged a worried glance.
Half an hour later, Isabella was fed, burped, and changed, and Renee was sleeping soundly in her bed.
"Well, I guess we should get going. I think it's time to put Edward down," Carlisle started, heading toward the door. He and Esme said a whispered goodbye to Charlie and Isabella, then turned to leave the room. As soon as the passed the doorway, both children began to wail loudly, their screams echoing through the small hospital room. The three new parents looked at each other questioningly, rocking their children and murmuring words of comfort. When their cries refused to quiet, Esme and Carlisle stepped back into the room, walking over to the changing table on the wall beside Charlie. The room was silent almost instantly, and the parents exchanged glances. With a small shrug, Carlisle picked Edward back up and turned to leave, once more setting off their cries. Esme quickly took Edward out of Carlisle's arms, walking to stand beside Charlie and Isabella. The babies quieted once more, and Esme smirked at a distressed Charlie.
"Well, Charlie, it seems like you have your work cut out for you," she giggled softly. Carlisle joined her laughter, and set their diaper bag back down on the counter. Charlie's eyes narrowed as he glanced back and forth between his daughter and Edward.
"Traitor," he murmured, staring down at the innocent little beauty in his arms. Esme and Carlisle sunk into chairs beside him, and the three of them talked quietly, while Renee slept peacefully in her bed.
A/N: Alright everybody, there's the prologue. There's obviously a little trouble in paradise right off the bat, but things won't really heat up for a few more chapters. Leave me some reviews to let me know what you think, and in the meantime I'll work on getting the first chapter up!