DISCLAIMER: ALL OF THESE CHARACTERS BELONG TO STEPHENIE MEYER; I AM NOT TRYING TO INFRINGE ANY COPYRIGHT OR ANYTHING! JUST WRITING AN INNOCENT FANFICTION!
1901
"Elizabeth." It is a soothing lullaby.
No.
"Elizabeth, I have to leave."
NO!
"Edward will make you happy."
Why doesn't he understand all I will ever want is him?
I awake from the nightmare. My husband, Edward Masen, lies beside me, breathing easily. I breathe heavily. Ever since Samuel left…God, has it been three years already? I've married and had a baby. I check on my son, my pride and joy, Edward, Jr. He waves his darling fists in the air, and smiles at me. His green eyes, so like mine, are wide and framed by long lashes.
"My precious," I coo, "my darling baby boy."
My husband doesn't like it when I coddle him so, it will make him womanly when he grows, my husband says, but I say nonsense. I am a mother in love with her newborn baby. I answer my thoughts out loud to the baby.
"What does he know, my sweet prince? You will grow to be a fine, strong man and marry a beautiful girl and have darling children, my grandchildren. And you will be rich and successful and utterly happy."
I wish this had been true for me. The man, no, vampire I wanted to marry was being pursued by some troupe of vampires from Greece? France? No, no, Italy. And he had to leave me. I know they caught him; that is why I married Edward. Because my Samuel was gone and I knew it.
My husband is rich and successful, and I am happy, in a way. But not utterly so. But I have given birth to the perfect child; his hair is my own, just like his eyes. The only traces of his solemn, kind-hearted, hard-working father is in his smile. Yes, even now, the shape his lips make, it is obvious the rare smile of Edward Masen is that of his son.
At times like these I can pretend I am married to Samuel, pretend that vampires can have children, that he changed me, that we had our perfect vampire boy…but it is not to be. When the bitter tears begin to fall down my face I place the child in the bassonet and crawl back under my own covers, my back to my still snoring husband.