Summary: Edward's sister dies and he is left to look after his three year old nephew. How does he manage? He meets Bella but is she the solution to all his problems? Will she fill his heart with love?
1.
The worst of things happen when least expected. I was at Seattle Airport on my way home to Forks when I got a life shattering phone call. I was informed that my sister and her son's father were in a car accident on their way to pick their three year old from day-care.
Rosalie and Emmett died instantly, leaving my nephew Masen both motherless and fatherless.
I get a taxi back home and make the driver drive as fast as he can. My eyes focus outside on the trees as we pass by the familiar roads. The words: "We regret to inform you that as a result of severe injuries, your sister has passed away, Mr. Cullen" keep on ringing in my ears.
I can't digest the fact that my nineteen year old younger sister is gone.
Rosalie had been sixteen when she found out she was pregnant with her boyfriend of a few months Emmett McCarty's baby. When she told me, I was livid. I wanted to shout at her. How could she raise a baby when she was a child herself? I'd mentally argued with myself over how I'd failed as an older brother and hadn't protected my sister from something like this.
She broke down crying; she was scared. A baby was too big a responsibility and she wasn't ready for it. She wasn't ready but she knew what she had to do. Abortion or adoption weren't options for her and she was dead set against either.
Emmett was a different story. When he began to date Rosalie, I wasn't so sure of his character but after the news of her pregnancy spread and everyone knew who the father was, Mr. and Mrs. McCarty (ever the religious couple) disowned their only son and left town.
Emmett stayed. He got legally emancipated and moved into a nearby apartment and promised Rosalie that he would be there for her and their unborn baby. He said he wasn't going to walk away from them.
I wasn't sure of what was going to happen next. I was only twenty five years old myself and it'd been six years since I'd become Rosalie's guardian after our parents' death.
But eventually, I warmed up to Emmett because what he was doing was admirable. He was stepping up and facing the consequences of his actions. This wasn't the kind of situation I wanted my sister to be in but I respected what the young man was doing to adjust.
The taxi stops. I take a deep breath and hand a few dollar bills to the cab driver before running through the hospital doors.
I run up to the morgue and get to see Rosalie and Emmett's bodies but the sight is too much for me. I back out and almost collapse against the wall. This is real and I can't turn away from it. The pain is surreal, too difficult to describe and I felt empty. Rosalie and Emmett are gone.
Gone.
Dead.
No longer breathing.
I need to see Masen. I need to see my nephew and look into his green eyes which are an exact copy of mine and Rosalie's. I need to hold onto him tightly and hug my nephew.
A/n: So what do you think of this so far? All the chapters will be of this length or shorter. The updates will be regular. I've got a few chapters pre-written and plan to type them up as soon as I can.
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