I own nothing apart from Arwene, Blaise, Ophelia Rose and the plot!!
Chapter One
It's been almost four years since I'd had my two miracles; Blaise and Ophelia Rose. They were the reason for my life, the reason to exist after he left me pregnant.
Blaise looked exactly like him, dark hair but he had my light blue eyes that I knew would catch every girl's attention when he's older. Ophelia Rose was practically my double; long beautiful blond hair and light blue eyes. She was shy, as I was while her brother was adventurous but thankfully didn't have his father's temper.
I was always worrying about them, Blaise especially because I knew the werewolf gene ran strong in boys. I couldn't stand that happening to my little boy, knowing exactly what his father put me through. They already knew about the Cullens being vampires and about the werewolves.
"Mummy!" Ophelia Rose called, tugging anxiously on my sleave.
I looked down at her, combing my fingers through her clean hair, "What's the matter sweetheart?"
"Blaise is being a bully again." She pouted, tears forming in her eyes, "He says I'm going to turn into a werewolf."
I sighed; Emmett seemed to have taken a role of making them hate werewolves and now the two of them worried constantly about being infected with werewolf cooties.
I scooped her up onto my lap and kissed her head, "He's just being silly, that's all." I stood, cradling her in my arms, "I think its naptime." I called.
Ophelia loved naptime while her brother was a little harder to get to bed but we all knew that if he didn't have a nap he'd be grumpy for the rest of the day. I got her to bed first, tucking her in before going straight to Blaise's typical hiding place; next to Edward. He seemed to be under the impression that Edward would protect him from naptime. Soon enough he was tucked away in bed.
Closing the door to their room softly I picked up my bag knowing that I had a class and then work to go to. I waved goodbye to Emmett and Rosalie, making my way out to my car. I smiled at it fondly, remembering the hilarious moments when Emmett had taught me how to drive.
School had been a serious option for me after a few months, fussing over what I wanted to study. I had continually changed my mind, eventually settling for being a kindergarten teacher when I realized how much I loved children.
Now I was in my final year, the classes serious but usually they were short, only one hour and straight after I went to work. Lynn was still alive and running and, as I had predict years ago when I first when for a trial, we became good friends. She was very close with the twins as well, becoming the second grandmother that they didn't have.
The shop was quiet, not many people interested in buying books when they could waste their money on clothes and new accessories. I didn't mind though; when it was really quiet I would sit at the counter and read a book. I was doing exactly that when I had a customer come in. I looked up and smiled professionally; that was until I noticed who it was.
My mother.
She stared at me in shock, as though she couldn't register who it actually was. I drew a blank mask over my face and looked down at my watch, uneasy knowing that Edward usually bought the twins down after their nap.
As if summoned they appeared, the twins holding onto each of Edward's hands until they saw me and bolted to me. Blaise jumped into my arms, talking excitedly to me while Ophelia gave me a quick hug before running to the children's book section.
All while my mother was watching.
I glanced desperately at Edward who didn't need to read my mind to get the message. He quickly went down to Ophelia, leaving Blaise with me while I dealt with my mother. I looked back at her, my face blank once again but I stilled cradled Blaise protectively. Her gaze never left him, staring in horror and pain at the little boy that resembled his father so much.
"Is there something I can help you with?" I asked forcing my voice to stay polite.
"Arwene…" She began stepping closer hesitantly, "I'm so sorry."
My face hardened, "Either buy something or leave." I said shortly, putting Blaise down so he was shielded from her gaze.
She looked desperately at me, "What else could we do? Paul said to us that he didn't do it and the other werewolves saw that he was telling the truth."
"I'm not having this discussion with you." I hissed, "You abandoned me…"
"I did no such thing." She exclaimed, "You ran away! You were the one that left."
"Because you gave me no choice!" I shouted, "You were going to force me to either give them up or have an abortion. And if I had of stayed and kept them you certainly weren't going to help; you made that clear. What kind of mother does that?"
I was relieved that there were no other customers in the shop to hear this exchange. I saw her look hesitantly to the left and I noticed a weary Edward holding Ophelia who was absorbed in a book. I hated that she was looking at my children, children that she had been so quick to want to get rid of.
She bit her lip, looking hesitantly, "If you just got DNA tests done…"
I stared at her in fury, "How dare you!" I screamed, "You have the audacity to come in here after three years and ask for a DNA test. I don't have anything to prove to you. Now I think it would be best that you either buy something or leave." I demanded, picking up Blaise and rubbing his back soothingly as he started to whimper softly, "Shh baby; I'm sorry."
Without hesitation she bolted from the store, leaving me to calm down two upset three year olds and to deal with my raging emotions. It didn't take a genius to figure out the first person she would tell; Paul. I just hoped he still cared as little about me as he had before to prevent him from coming into the store and investigate for himself.
A/N so it's a short start but its something for you all. I'm not going to rush with the updates because I've only started writing the fourth chapter and I don't want rush anything. Hope you all enjoy!