Disclaimer: Do I really have to? (Looks at lawyer with puppy dog eyes; lawyer nods; I sighed sadly) I - I do not own the Twilight saga and its characters, sadly. It all belongs to the magnificent Stephenie Meyer.
A Cullen or A Swan? Interchange
A/N: Okay, I am not sure if I really wanted to post this story or not. So I made a compromise with myself that if you guys love it then I'll continue, if not then I'll stop. You guys out there that will love it please convince me, m'kay?
Third point of view
Carlisle Cullen was pacing along the waiting area. He was very anxious for his wife, Esme, that he almost forgot his son, Edward. Edward was two years old but he was quite smart and mature for his age. He was known to make no mistakes in what he do. So he knew that something was wrong judging by his father's actions and what happened earlier. He looked at his father's eyes when Carlisle finally chanced a glance at his son. Curiosity was dancing in the young boy's eyes.
His father went over and sat on a chair beside him. He looked at him finally with a serene expression and said, "You'll be seeing your baby sister soon."
That explained everything to Edward. For nine months, he observed his mothers belly getting bigger and she would smile that kind smile of hers and say that his baby sister is inside and would come out soon.
No doubt was on his mind that his sister is coming out now.
Dr. Gerandy came out, out of the blue and patted Carlisle's shoulder. When Carlisle looked up and stood quickly, he said with a smile, "Congratulations, Mr. Cullen. Both your wife and daughter are alright. Your daughter is a little energetic. She cried a lot for a newborn baby but no worries, all is well." He turned to go but stopped and turned around again. "Your daughter is in the nursery but I suggest that you go to your wife first. I'll just get the nurse to bring Isabella later."
Carlisle smiled. His wife followed his suggestion for their child's name: Isabella Marie Cullen. He followed the doctor to Esme's room but stopped and asked a question to the doctor. When he agreed, Carlisle turned to Ms. Cope, Edward's nanny. He instructed her to go to the nursery so Edward can see his sister firsthand.
"Come on, Edward. Let's see your new sister." The fifty-year old woman offered her hand to the child. Together, they set down to the nursery which wasn't that far from the waiting room.
The nursery was very clean and quiet, observed young Edward. Because of his height, he can't see what was above those cribs. There was also a lady with a white suit. Before they could reach the Baby Cullen, though, Ms. Cope's face contorted in discomfort and she glanced out. She stopped walking and looked down at Edward.
"Edward, I want you to stay here, okay. Don't cause any trouble I'll just use the restroom." She then turned to the nurse and asked to look out for Edward for awhile. After much consideration, she agreed and Ms. Cope half-ran, half-walked to the restroom.
Edward looked at his surroundings once more. He walked through the small hallway created by the cribs. Before he came to a stop at the end, he stopped at the second to the last crib. Baby Swan was written on the crib's nametag. On the right of Baby Swan was Baby Cullen, Edward's sister.
What will happen next will be the most unbelievable accident you've witnessed in your whole life.
Young and innocent Edward pulled the tags of Baby Swan and Baby Cullen and dropped it on the floor. Upon hearing the quiet thud of the nametags, the nurse looked up from her work, horrified when she saw what the little boy did. She approached him and bent down to pick up the tags. She was confused who's Baby Swan and who's Baby Cullen. She gulped nervously as she looked back and forth between the two cribs. I'm not even assigned here for goodness sake! The nurse thought frantically. True, this nurse was a replacement and as a newbie, she had a rough morning on her work. Unluckily, she hasn't reached the two unnamed babies, yet, so her records were useless. She thought about asking for help at the department but quickly discarded that thought. She was going there all morning and they warned that they would fire her if she set foot there again.
She heard the woman who came with the boy enter the room. Panicking, she placed Baby Cullen on the crib in front of her and Baby Swan on the crib on the right. She stood up and walked back to her post, in her mind praying that she didn't screw it. She started praying The Creed just as Ms. Cope exclaimed, "Look at your beautiful sister, Edward. She got an adorable mop of chocolate curls. Oh look! She just opened her eyes. What lovely brown eyes this child has!"
Edward just stared. That was what he was doing the whole time. He witnessed an inexcusable scene. For once, young Edward did something wrong. For once, his mind failed to rule out the truth and right.
A/N: Please tell me what you think about it…