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AN at the end. Please read. It explains all!

"Bella," My Daddy called. He was finally home from work. He was always out catching the bad guys, making me and mummy safe. "I've got someone for you to meet."

"Coming Daddy!" I yelled, dropping my dolly and running into the house. I got to where my Daddy was and I saw that there was three people there. There was a boy and two older people. There was a lady talking to my mummy, while the man stood behind the boy, with one hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, baby girl." my daddy said, getting down to my level and holding out his arms. I would never be to old to cuddle my daddy. He protected me, he loved me. I loved him, too. "I want you to meet my friends, okay?" I nodded shyly, still holding on to him.

"Bella, this is Carlisle," he said, pointing to the older man. "And this is Edward." He said pointing at the little boy. The boy smiled at me and I gave him a shy one back. He seemed nice.

"Hi," he whispered, looking at me and smiling in a weird way. Half his mouth was up and the other half down, like a wonky line. It was cute.

"Hi" I whispered back. I hid my face into my daddy. I hated meeting new people. My face got all hot and turned red. It was awful. New people made me nervous. I didn't like being nervous.

"Want to go play?" He asked, nodding to the back yard.

"Daddy?" I asked, and he looked down. "Can I go play?"

"Of course you can, baby girl."

"Thanks daddy," I smiled and Edward reached for my hand. I let him take it until we reached the back yard. He let it go really quickly when we got to where I dropped my doll. He pulled his hand away in an angry way and wiped it on his jeans. He looked like it had something gross on it. I knew that it wasn't me. I cleaned my hands, just like my mum told me to.

"My hand is clean," I whispered, looking at the floor. He obviously thought I was dirty. I didn't like that . I wanted to be friends.

"Is not!"

"Is too!" I said back, louder.

"No, girls aren't nice,"

"Why aren't they nice?"

"My big brother told me so."

"And if he told you run off a cliff would you?"

"No"

"Well then," I said, stomping my foot. I lifted my hand and showed him my hand. "See, clean!"

"Okay," He said, looking at me. "What do you want to play?"

"I don't know. What do you like to play?"

"Doctors. I haven't had anyone to play since Emmett decided he was to old to play with me."

"Cool. I don't really have anyone to play with often." I said looking down. I was normally alone, so I played with my dolls.

"Why not?"

"I don't really have friends."

"Why? You seem really nice," He said, looking at me and smiling that wonky smile he gave me inside.

"Why is your smile like that?" I asked

"Like what?"

"All wonky."

"It's wonky?"

"Yes, but in a good way."

"Alright."

We spent the rest of the afternoon playing. He was the doctor and I was the nurse and the baby was the patient. We made sure that it didn't die or get a bad boo boo or get a illness that we couldn't cure. We made sure that it didn't have to go into hospital. At one point I was the real patient because I tripped over my own feet and landed funny on my arm. I wanted to be a big girl and not cry. Daddy always told me I was a big girl and that I could do anything that I wanted. The only reason I didn't cry was because I couldn't bare to let Edward see me cry. He ran over to me and made sure I was okay. He took hold of my arm really carefully and looked it over. I didn't think he really knew anything about the injury I could have, but he pretended. He looked really worried as well.

"I think you'll be okay. Do you want my dad to look? He's a doctor," He said proudly.

"No," I said quickly. I could play doctors and nurses, but I hated doctors in reality. "I don't like doctors."

"Why? They make you better. They help."

"I just know that you have to be hurt to see them and I don't like being hurt."

"I want to be a doctor,"

"I would go and see you," I said. I would. He would make it better. He calmed me down and made sure I was all right before he looked at what I had done to my arm. He made sure that it didn't hurt when he looked at it.

"Thanks," he said, looking down. I wanted him to look back up. His eyes were nice. They were like stars or pretty lights. They had a shine about them .They reflected what he was like. When he was happy playing, they were happy. When he was worried, they looked worried.

This is going to be a quick fire, short series of chapters that tell the story of Edward and Bella growing up and falling in love. The chapters won't be long but and there won't be links. It's like and inter-linked one shot fic sort off. It will tell you all the key events you need to know without the stuff that you want to skip but can't because it won't make sense.

Disclaimer – I own nothing.