A/N: As I wait for responses about which story I should focus on, this little small story popped into my head. So as you await the word on which story I shall focus on, please read and review this small story. Hoping this story will be over in a week or two!

Disclaimer: All Twilight characters and everything belong to Stephanie Meyer. I only own Carla, Jenna, Gavin, and Georgia. No profit is being made. Simply for enjoyment!

Chapter One

-Esme's POV-

What a gorgeous day we were having here in Forks, Washington. It wasn't every day that the sun was shining, the sky being cloud-free, and the temperature high up in the eighties. My son and his daughter certainly were taking advantage of this beautiful day. I am seated next to my husband on the back deck of our home, talking and sipping ice tea as we watch the sight before us and await the arrival of the rest of our family.

Four years ago, a day happened, a day I would never forget in my life. Nine months previous to May 26, 2006, my son and his girlfriend –Anna Riptosh – made the decision on their last night of summer to become intimate. Nine months later, my granddaughter – Carla Elizabeth Cullen – was the result of the decision made. However, what made me so angry about that fateful May day was that the second Carla was born, Anna up and left the hospital. She told my son that she just wasn't ready to be a mother, to take on the responsibilities that that incorporated. She told Edward the decision to either keep the infant or put her up for adoption was entirely up to him. I knew the second she told my son that what his decision would be. There was no way in hell he would give up a child that he had created, so through much self-sacrifice, my son became a father days before his high school graduation at the age of eighteen.

Edward had been accepted to Stanford but he decided to attend the local community college in Seattle and settle down with a job while he raised his infant daughter. He made a promise to his father and me that he wouldn't let his future slip away between his fingers. So he swore to us that once Carla begun the first grade, which would be a full day at school, that he would transfer to Stanford to jumpstart his degree in medicine.

Meanwhile, we allowed Edward to live at our home. We had a tiny cottage five minutes away that also sat deep in the woods, so we let him rent that. Obviously, we only gave him a small fee for the rent that he insisted on paying. Carlisle and I had tried to reason with him telling him there was no need for him to have to pay us rent but he wouldn't hear of it. He said it was his problem for having a child so young and screwing up his future's timeline that he had set up, so the least he could do was act and be treated as an adult and that included rent. So much to our dismay, we collected a monthly fee from him.

Our three children were for the most part all very responsible, respectful, considerate, and intelligent. But they were three individuals… three completely different people. Our eldest son Emmett, who was now twenty-six, was married to Rosalie Hale. They had just celebrated their two year anniversary one month ago. They had given us our second grandchild eighteen months ago, little Jenna Claire Cullen. Emmett was a professional baseball player for the Mariners. Rosalie worked as a fashion consultant. Then came our daughter Alice, who had just turned twenty-five, and she was married to Jasper, Rosalie's twin brother. They had been married for three years now. Only three months ago, Alice gave birth to Gavin Patrick and Georgia Leigh Hale. Twins! Alice was constantly calling me, at all hours of the day and night, in hysterics bombarding me with questions on how to keep the twins calm and content. That house was a major circus at the moment as Jasper and Alice readjusted their lifestyle to a style that could satisfy and meet the needs of the twins. And then there was our youngest son Edward… Edward started his little family early on… earlier than he should have. Betrayed by his girlfriend Anna, but he had been given his miracle, little Carla. She was his life now. I don't know what my son would do if he ever lost her. Edward was now twenty-three. Between work and raising Carla, he had been on a small number of dates. The girls he had gone out with, only two did he ever bring back home with him. The ones that disappeared after he had left with them that night, Edward told us they had fled the restaurant leaving him alone when he mentioned Carla. Then the two he had brought home with him, the moment that they saw how close Edward and Carla were and how Carla came first in his life, they came up with the excuse that they needed a balance between time with just him and no Carla. Edward would not accept that. He would never abandon his daughter only to meet their needs, so he would send them out courteously and never call them again. It has been a year since Edward had been on a date; I really wish he would start again. Carla needed a mother figure in her life. Edward was attending the community college in Seattle, but he also spent his time working at Starbucks. The pay was minimal but it was getting him by for now…

Now as we waited for our other children to arrive for our annual family 4th of July picnic, Carlisle and I contently watched Edward chase Carla around the yard. He would give her a few seconds head start as her tiny legs used all their might to run a small distance and then Edward would chase after her and gather her in his arms and spin her around in the air. Carla would erupt in laughter as she was spun around. They repeated this numerous times. Then when Carla got tired of that game, Carla would decide it was time for wrestling. Edward would get on his knees and wait for Carla to come running at him and would fall back the second she threw herself at him. Watching them – so happy, so full of life, and feeling the love emitting from them both – I realized just how much Carla was Edward's purpose in life.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah, monkey?"

"Can we go look for flowers in the woods, please? I want to give some to Aunt Rosie and Ali."

I watched my son smile at his daughter's generosity, "Absolutely." He took her little hand in his and they made their way into the woods.

"Oh, Carlisle, how could we have ever been disappointed in Edward for getting Anna pregnant? Carla is the light that sparked the life back into him."

"I know, Esme. We just responded the way any parent would to their teenager telling them they were expecting a child. I am just proud that Edward kept her. Carla's such a sweet little girl."

A moment later, I heard car doors closing. I gasped, "They're here!" I jumped up, Carlisle quickly following me as I rushed to the driveway. There was my daughter and son-in-law holding their children. Alice was holding Gavin. Jasper, Georgia. My eyes traveled over to my eldest son and his wife. Standing between them, tightly grasping their hands was my granddaughter Jenna. "Oh goodness, it's so good to see all of you again!" The last time we had seen them was at the hospital Alice gave birth to the twins in. And that was three months ago.

Alice walked over to Carlisle and I and gave each of us a one-handed hug, as did Jasper.

"The twins are getting so big!"

Jasper smiled, "They certainly are. Chunky little things too!"

"They are in the ninety-five percent tile in all the categories," added Alice.

I had to smile at the pride in their voices.

"And look at Jenna! Walking like a pro now."

"She's quite the little runner now too!" Emmett exclaimed with pride.

"She's definitely got her father's personality," stated Rosalie with a smile.

"Edward and Carla are here as well. They just went for a walk in the woods. They should be back soon!" Carlisle informed our family after Emmett questioned where his brother and niece were.

As we began walking toward the house we heard a gunshot go off. The twins began crying from sound and Jenna started whimpering "Mama?" in a querying voice, wondering what she just heard.

"I wonder why someone is this close to our house with a gun," I murmured to Carlisle.

"Just hunting," he replied with a shrug.

We had all made it to the house and got settled on the back patio when I saw Carla running toward us through the woods shouting my and Carlisle's name.

"Grandma! Grandpa!" I heard Carla repeat in hysteria.

We stood up immediately as did our four other grown children. Carla came to a sudden halt when she reached us. I was alarmed to see the tears running down her face and became worried when I heard the heaving of her breath. She was shaking like a leaf.

"Grandma, Grandpa, you have to help daddy! He's hurt."

My breath caught in my throat and my eyes darted to my husband's.

"What's wrong with him?" Carlisle asked.

"Daddy's been shot. And I can't wake him!"

A/N: Ooo… I'm evil! First chapter and I left you with a cliffie!

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