So, this is my very first fanfic :D since I live in Belgium my English probably won't be perfect! But I'll try anyway ;)

Disclaimer:

* Ring-Ring * (phone)

"Hello, schrijfstertje speaking!"

"Can I please speak to Stephenie? Stephenie Meyer, that is..."

"Sorry, you must have gotten the wrong number, because I'am not Stephenie Meyer" (sobs )

"Oh, sorry then!"

* click *

First things first, I must say I didn't came up with the idea of the story-line, it was actually VampireWannaBeXxxX who wrote a story called Kids! I totally fell in love with it (little Alice ftw!), but had some other adventures and twists in my head, wich just needed to be written down! Normally I don't even mind to read al human fanfic's so I don't know if it's gonna be any good... Enjoy :D

Chapter one: My lovely little wonderboy

EsmePOV:

It had finally happened, I finally had a child to call my own. It wasn't born with my genes, but it immediatly had my heart. I looked up to my husband Carlisle who obviousy felt the same way about this ittle miracle. Ofcourse I knew I shouldn't be this happy, because the only reason I held this child was because it had lost both of it's parents. My poor little son.

It felt so good to even think the words 'my son'. My little son Edward, with his jade-green eyes and his coper-coulerd hair. My toughts trailed off while I watched him sleep in my arms, his tiny little mound opened in a perfect O.

Carlisle and I were married for four years now, but it wasn't even my first marriage. The first marriage wasn't something I liked to think about though it brought me to him.

My first husband was some guy my parents wanted my to marry, and I was just a naïve 18 yaer old who was happy to know that someone was into her. He was even quite handsome, a little older than me, as he was a co-worker from my dad, but very arrogant.

At first I thought of him as confident, but after whe got married that changed drasticly.

It got to the point were I got beat up several times each day, but I always forgave him as I thought that is was my fault. The reason for that was that his frustration grew because of my incapabillity to give him the son he always wanted. Don't get me wrong, I wanted children as much as he did, but now I realise that I didn't deserved to be beaten up so severly.

More than once I had to go to the hospital (by myself of course) becaus he broke my arm or leg. At first I hated it, since I was (and actually still am) terrified off needles, but the really young, handsome blond god-docter-person that always insisted on treating me made me feal more at ease there. I smiled as I remembered how flabergasted I was when he actually spoke to my for the verry first time.

He knew what went on at the house, or rather he guessed it, but he couldn't prove anything as I always defended my husband. So each time he reluctantly let my go, and each time I reluctantly went...

As I mentioned earlier my first husband and I were trying to have childeren, he wanted a son, I didn't really cared as long as they were healty and in great numbers! Despite the fact why tryed really hard, it took age before I finally got pregnant. After that I actually got pregnant quite some times but failed to carry my child the whole nine months. I had about 6 miscarriges when I finnally got pregnant of a strong son who I was able to give birth to.

Unfortionatly it was only after the pregnancy they realised he wasn't as healty as he had seemed. He lived for 4 days before his tiny hart stopped trobbing and his live flouded away.

My husband had always been reluctant to trust modern medicine and wanted to do things the natural way, but I wanted to know what was wrong with me, why I wasn't able to be a mother.

It was doctor Cullen who told me the bad news. I, as a woman was carier of a 'bad gene' to say it simple, located on one of my X-chromosomes. As long as my child had another X-chromosome (which meant it had to be a girl) there was a small chance that she, just like me, only was a carier and didn't had to suffer from any side-effects. But a boy would have a much bigger chance to have my 'bad' X-chromosome and eventually would die or at the least be sevearly handicapped. After my husband got to know this, he immideatly wanted to divorce me, as he could not live with the idea of never having a son of his own.

Crazed by the two losses, so close together, I decided I didn't want to live anymore, and jumped off a cliff.

I did not die, but I did however needed some serious medical care. I had a series of painfull operations and it took me quite some time to as a strong, healty 20-year old I healed well, and didn't got handicapped or anything like that because of my stupitidy. When I woke up, blond-god-doctor-guy (I knew his name was Carlisle Cullen but it didn't fit him as well as my little nickname) was sitting besides my bed.

We talked for hours and he even stayed in the hospital at times he didn't need to work, just to be with me. I remembered him comforting me by telling that he understood how I felt, as he also wasn't able to have childeren of his own. He helped my during my revelidation, and somewere allong the process we fell in love.

A year later we were married and four years later we were here. After our marriage I accepted the fact that i wouldnt't have a child ever, but Carlisle knew I would never be completely happy without. He often came home telling about the childeren he treated that day and how he felt sorry for so much of them because most of them had lived trough horrible things.

A few months ago he came home crying, telling me how he had just lost to people to the same terrible disease and how their babyboy was still fighting for his live and there was notting he could do to help him.

As the little baby was all by himself I often went with my husband to just sit next to it or tell it as story, hoping to comfort the little child.
As by a miracle he survived, which ofcourse was a good thing but which meant he had to live his live as an orphan. Both Carlisle and I cot quite attached to the beautifull boy and had a hard time letting go. It was at that point the social services lady suggested why could always try to addopt him. The night after that we didn't even catch any sleep as we were arguing the entire time wether or not we should. After a while we decided to adopt him, as he obvously needed a home and we abvously wanted to give him one. We could easily afford it because well, adonis-like doctors tend to be quite whealty.

And that's how I ended up with this beautifull baby (going on todler) boy in my arms. For the very first time as my real son. For the first time as a real family

Well, what do you think? It was kind of sad maybe, but it will lighten up soon. I promise :D ! hope my English wasn't to bad! Read and revieuw!! And feel free to give suggestions off any kind but please don't be to harsh, because I've never done anything like this before! Oh yeah I will only wright the next chapter if I get at least 3 possitive revieuws because otherwise I'll think nobody want's to read it :p xx