Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight that was Stephanie Meyer's wonderful creation

AN: This is my first fanfiction so I have done my best. Please review so I can improve. I actually decided to write this after a conversation I had with my good friend on msn. I named one of the characters after her as she is wonderful. Love ya bbe. Thank you for your help. Anyway on with the story.

Edward's pov

Carlisle returned from work clutching a newspaper. Last week he had performed never before done life saving heart surgery and the patient was out of danger and recovering well. He and our family were immensely proud. At the end of the school year, which was two weeks away we were all travelling to isle Esme to relax and celebrate.

Nessie was extremely excited about the end of school. She hated acting young; less intelligent and more normal than she actually is, but for appearances sake she had no choice. We intended to leave Forks after our return from my mother's island. We feared our never changing state would soon cause unwanted attention.

'Well, what does it say? More about the wonderful and amazing work you did for a man that many doctors would have given up on.' I asked. His grin told me it was another good story, but something made me think it was different.

'No Edward, they went for a totally different angle this time. In fact out of all of this' he held up the page. There was a picture of the whole family in the middle and the rest of the, not one but two pages, was filled with small black print. I started to read it, even though I was on the other side of the room, but he closed it again and continued. 'There are about four sentences that are about my work. It's about our family and how adoption doesn't have to affect the life a person lead previously.'

'Well it's nice to know the press like you for who you are outside of the hospital.' Esme stated as she walked into the room. They were both praised regularly for the willingness to adopt the five of us, but never on such a large scale.

We all read the article that was written, to mine and Bella's disgust by Bella's first high school friend, Jessica, who disapproved of the relations within the adoption. Well she could be most complementary when she wanted to be. It was a pleasant story that was very well written.

No one mentioned the article, well except Carlisle's colleges, until we unexpectedly received a visitor late the following Wednesday evening. Jasper opened it and a young girl with light brown hair and golden brown eyes, wearing a simple yet elegant red dress stood next a teenager, who I presumed was her sister as she was much too young for her to have a daughter of that age. She looked much like her older sister. They had the same colour hair and eyes and their small delicate build was almost identical.

The young woman batted her long lashes at Jasper in a thoroughly flirtatious way and said 'hello fine sir. Yes I do remember you. You are still as wonderfully charming as you were a hundred years ago. However you seem to have forgotten our first meeting. Ah well I'm Laila, Laila Evans. We met one day and then I found out what you were when I felt the pain I awoke three days later alone. Nice to know you wanted to wait to explain. Now here I am as immortal as you. '

Oh fuck I changed her. I'm the reason she's a vampire, I'm the reason she's here. I left her. She must hate me I bit her then ran and left her alone. Jasper's thoughts were rushed in his panic and self disgust, but he calmed quickly.

'Don't panic Jasper I'm not angry at you although I probably should and would be if I didn't have another reason to visit' I glanced at Laila and read her thoughts to discover the true reason for her visit. Oh. My. God. I didn't expect that. It can't be true. It makes no sense.

'No' I yelled 'No, it can't be. You're not... he didn't' I took an unnecessary and calming breath and sat on the sofa next to my wife.

'What is it Edward?' Bella asked, concerned. I couldn't answer. I just sat there willing myself to stay calm and not kill the unexpected and unwanted guest.

'I'm sorry Edward. Please let me explain what I know. I'm guessing it's more than you.' I nodded and motioned for her to come in. I still wasn't sure I had enough control, but Jasper seemed to realise and shot me some calm.

'Okay. I don't know much but I am aware that my mum and your dad met about 2 years after your birth. I'm not sure how or why but they saw a lot of each other and their urm... affair lasted about a year. I was conceived and your dad ran away from my mum and his responsibilities and returned to you and Elizabeth. Our dad saw me occasionally, but we didn't need him. Mum married another and we were happy. Then the Spanish influenza hit and mum got ill. She died and it was just me and my stepdad. Then I received a letter from my dad. He wrote it when he was ill and requested that I try to find you and see if you were still alive.

'I didn't know where to look, but I did try. I was actually looking for you when I met Jasper. Then I changed and by the time my time my bloodlust and lust was under control I assumed you would have been dead or close to it. Then last week I saw this article.' She held out the same newspaper Carlisle had brought home last week. It made sense. It spoke a lot about us naming us all. 'I wasn't sure I should come, but if it wasn't you I'd leave. When Jasper opened the door I knew it must be you and it is.' She came to me and hugged me close. I put my arms around her tentatively.

'Mama.' The other girl said and I was shocked it was her daughter. 'Mama where is my dad?' I had another listen to her thoughts and gasped. It got more weird by the second.