AN: So, I know it's been a REALLY long time since I've even written something. But I've come up with a story that I just had to write down. And if people like it, I think I will continue on with it, and even if they don't, I probably will do so anyways.
This is a new story: You've Got a Piece of Me
Storyline- Soon after Bella's birth, Renee and Charlie move her away from Edward and the Cullen's to Forks. Then, tragically, just before Bella's 13th birthday, Renee and Charlie die, forcing her back to Seattle and her long-lost best friends, Edward and Alice and her God-Parents, Esme and Carlisle. Can she cope with her parent's death and tackle the hardship of adolescence?
Disclaimer: No infringement intended. Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight and all characters, I've just written a different storyline.
Also, this is unbeta'd and all mistakes are mine.
Prologue
September 12th 1992
Renee walked around her baby girls' bedroom, observing how well things were put together. She eyed the left wall from the door and noticed a photo of her ultra sound that was framed leaned toward the left. She waddled over there, grabbing her protruding stomach along the way.
Squishing her toes into the ever-soft caramel colored carpet, Renee leaned far over the light beige crib before her. She stretched and stretched to reach the photo, ever-so carefully bumping her bump in the wood of the crib. Finally, she pushed the picture frame back centered and fell back to her heels.
"There," she sighed, tiresome. "Perfect." She seemed to relax and turn to her right, examining the rest of the room. Isabella wasn't due for another two weeks, but Renee was always the one to think ahead-and the perfectionist.
Renee's eyes scanned the walls of her unborn child's room, sighing at the color choice. A light pink flooded the each wall, but in the middle was a mint-lime green trim, with baby animals gracing every inch. A personal touch of Charlie and Billy made her giggle to herself, there above the crib was a wolf sculpture. He howled deeply at the moon, arched back and paws deep in the ground of the frame.
Such a lovely thing¸Renee thought to herself. Her husband and his best friend since childhood, Billy Black, were in love with two things and two things only: baseball and wolves. Renee couldn't and wouldn't even try to understand what ever went through their minds, but 'to each their own', she always said.
She would never give up needle pointing or even painting. Those were her ways of expressing her feelings and forms of art to her.
At the age of 20, Renee had never thought she would be even close to becoming a mother. She had always had thought of college, majoring in art and getting a painting job somewhere in California. And if she were lucky, she would meet her prince charming in college; they would fall madly in love, support each other in college and get married once they were both settled.
That changed when she met Charlie a week after her high school graduation. He was beautiful in his own way, always has been, too. Renee's parents, Carol and Robert, thought she was crazy, but in the end they supported her when she and Charlie married last fall. And now, she was pregnant with their baby girl, Isabella.
Renee looked down at her stomach, smiling stupidly. In the front of her mind she kept telling herself that she'll go to school once Isabella's born and she and Charlie are settled. On the other hand, in the back of Renee's mind, she knew that would never leave Isabella once she's in her arms. If Renee tried hard enough, she could picture her sweet Isabella with her blue eyes and Charlie's deep brown locks dangling from her face.
Shaking her head, Renee woke herself from her daydream and silently reminded herself that in two weeks, her dream would come true-at least the part of holding her, that is.
Renee walked over of the room, closing the door behind her and turning towards the staircase. She gripped the banister tightly, not wishing to recreate tumbling down them once again like she did when they first moved in the house, but even now it was different; she was carrying Isabella. Renee counted the steps as she graced each one, taking her time. She held her stomach with her left hand as she stepped down carefully. One by one, Renee stepped onto the hardwood floors and started toward the kitchen.
With her stomach being to rumble, Renee decided it was nearly dinner time and would begin her and Charlie's dinner. She giggled again, covering her mouth, as she realized it would, too, be Isabella's dinner as well. Stretching high up to the top shelf, Renee reached for the spaghetti noodle box. Tip-toes high, she reached and reached and reached. Tapping the box with her middle and index fingers, trying to pinch it between them, Renee accidently knocked the box from the shelf. In slow motion, she watched it tumble out, smack the counter hard and fall to the linoleum floor.
Renee reached out slowly for the box, barely bending over, when something cracked. Hard, loud, and fast, a sharp pain shot through Renee like a firework; filling her blood vessels with fiery-like feelings. She began to cry out in pain.
"ARRGH!" she screamed, clutching her belly. "CHARLIE!" she cried. She called for him once more before he came running in with a frantic look on his face. Renee had never seen him so… frightened. A pain in her side stop for a moment and Renee looked to the floor again, noticing a puddle beneath her feet.
Tears began to flood her eyes as she looked up to her husband. "It's time," she spoke in a slow whisper.
"What do you mean it's time? She isn't due until October!" Charlie started pulling at his hair, making it stand at each end. His mustache twitched in thought of having his baby girl, but moreover than anything he wasn't prepared fully yet to be a father. He knew that Renee was the one as soon as he saw her, and even when they married just over a year ago. But a father? Was he ready?
He muttered to himself, "Ready or not, here she comes."
-YGAPOM-
Hours and hours of screaming, clutching, sighing, crying and pushing later, Isabella Marie Swan was born at 2:37 a.m. on September 13th 1992.
"She's absolutely gorgeous, Charlie," Esme spoke from the right side of Renee's bed while he stood opposite, staring down at his baby girl. Esme and Carlisle Cullen were not only neighbors of Renee and Charlie; they were their very-best friends. Charlie had Billy from his childhood back in Forks, but Carlisle was his best friend during college and roommate. Of course they worked together as well-Charlie being a head Sheriff of Seattle and Carlisle a very promising doctor to the local hospital as well.
"Thank you, Esme." Charlie looked toward Renee, catching her eyes and shifting them towards Esme briefly. They had talked before about choosing guardians or God-parents in the tragic case of their death and they could not think of a better family than the Cullen's.
Just then Carlisle strode into the hospital room, carrying a small boy with hair like tousles of caramel and eyes like emeralds. He wasn't more than two years old, his soft features held kindness and his eyes held wonder as they entered the room.
Carlisle met Esme and wrapped his free arm around his wife, glancing down her stomach briefly. Renee and Esme hadn't planned on getting pregnant at the same time, but they did and they were happy about both having girls around the same time. Carlisle was impatient for his baby girl as well to arrive.
"S'that?" A child's voice rang out in the comfortable silence that had filled the room. His voice was quiet but curious. His smile was toothy, but sweet as he wiggled around his Carlisle's arms.
Esme spoke first, "That's Renee and Charlie's baby, isn't she pretty, Edward?" At that moment, Edward leaned closer, toward Esme and was wrapped in her arms to get a closer look at Isabella. "Careful buddy, she's sleeping."
"I wanna see!" he complained as Esme held his back carefully. He continued to squirm around until Esme couldn't handle it anymore and set him on the floor. Soon after he reached the bed and his eyes found Charlie's for the smallest moment, but no one acknowledged it. Edward stood on his tippy-toes to look over the bed at the newborn.
The small being held his interest so intently, he didn't know there was anything or anyone else in the room at that moment. "S'her name?" he asked quietly, staring at the baby.
Renee turned slightly, tilting the baby downward so Edward could see her face. "Isabella."
"Isssssabella?" he slurred, toothily. That seemed like a mouthful for him so he took a minute, staring at the baby that held his mind captive so earnestly. His head popped up and his smile lit up the room before he spoke. "Bella!" he exclaimed.
As if her name was properly called to get her attention, Bella's eyes popped open to look at the noise that woke her from her slumber. Green met brown and melted.
-YGAPOM-
August 2nd 1994
"You're really going?" Carlisle and Esme sat across from Charlie and Renee in Esme's beautifully decorated kitchen while their children played in the other room.
Charlie had been accepted the Chief position at the police station in Forks, four hours away. Renee had also decided to take up some college courses in her spare time away from Bella in a community college near Forks as well.
After explaining to them over and over, Esme and Carlisle nodded sadly, accepting that they're friends were moving away-so far away. The only thing left to do was tell the children.
All four adults gracefully stood from the kitchen table and entered the living room. Unlike Renee's living room that was covered in toys-and she only had one child-Esme's was crystal clear.
Bella and Alice played with Edward in the middle of the floor, putting Barbie dolls on top of blocks and cars of all sorts. Bella noticed her parents entrance and ran over to them, wanting to show them want Alice had-the best of all best toys. Instead, she was picked up from the floor by her mother and propped on her hip.
Trying to wiggle free from her mother, Bella cried out to be let down. Renee held her without releasing her grip. "We're leaving, sweetie." Fixing Isabella's dress and wiping away tears, Renee straightened herself once more.
Edward walked up to Renee but looking at Bella. "S'okay, Bella, I'll see you tomorrow." His toothy grin only worsened in the two years and so did his lisp.
At that moment, Esme squatted down to Edward's level and grabbed his hands for something to hold. Breathing deeply before doing something she never wanted to do to her children-break their hearts-she called Alice over and held hers as well. "Actually, honey, Renee and Charlie will be moving away and so will Bella; she won't be down the street anymore. I'm sorry."
Edward's eyes widened as he soon understood his mother's words. "No! No! No! You can't take her! Bella, no!" Edward cried out and tried to reach for Bella, as she did the same.
"Edward calm down, you'll see them again soon." Carlisle chastised Edward's behavior; he wouldn't have him acting like a child when he was starting school soon. "They're moving away, but you'll see Isabella soon, I promise."
AN: Please let me know what you think. This is just the prologue, the next chapter will begin as a first and before Bella's birthday.
Thanks for reading! :)
