Summary: Some things were meant to be and some weren't. When Bella walked away from Edward for the better of his future, she didn't know it would lead her down the path it had. And little did she know there would be presidental treatment.


Chapter 1

It had only been 19 months and yet it felt like forever and nothing at the same time. 19 months since I walked away from the love of my life and left him in the dark about everything. I knew that seeing him again would be a risk but I couldn't help myself. And now, my heart hurt worse than it had before and I had brought it upon myself.

"Mama," his soft voice pulled me out of my thoughts. My son, Jax Anthony, was almost 3 years old and still the absolute most adorable thing- other than his sister of course. When his brown eyes widen into their favorite position for asking, I just knew what was coming next, "I please watch tv?"

"Of course, Jay. But only for a few minutes while I put Ada down, and then it's your turn." My confirmation was all he needed for his little legs to sprint over to the couch and turn on PAW Patrol. I watched as his copper curls flounced around his head until he sat down while the theme song was playing. Bending down to grab Adalynn off her blankie from tummy time, I paid close attention to her emerald green eyes. They were just like his and they brought up feelings that I knew I would never truly be over. Walking up the steps to her bedroom, I called over to Jax, "15 minutes, mister!"

"'Kay, mama!" He called back with his attention completely on the screen. Jax only got a few chances to watch television and he soaked up every moment, just like his dad.

Don't think about him, my thoughts warned me. I liked to think that there was a miniature version of me inside my mind, my "Inner Isa" as my mom says.

"Let's get you to sleep a little, Ms. Adalynn," I whispered to my gorgeous daughter. I think that everything about her screamed him but everybody who has seen her says that she is my twin. After changing yet another dirty diaper and breastfeeding, I finally relaxed into the reclining rocking chair and slowly rocked her to sleep. When her eyes finally fluttered closed and I knew that there was no chance of them opening up again, I placed her in her crib and headed downstairs.

"Mama, done." Jax, my always so obedient baby, turned off the tv and ran up to me with arms wide.

"Aw, come here, darling." I cooed as I picked him up and held him close to my body. "Is somebody ready for naptime?"

"No, mama." He whispered as he rested his head on my shoulder. His tells always shone through effortlessly but, much like me, he would always fight it. "Not ready."

"Yes, my baby." Taking him into his room, I gently laid Jax down and slid into bed next to him. While he drifted off into sleep, I drifted off into my thoughts- focusing on his father.

5 years ago

"Vote for Antman to be your class president. If anyone can, Antman can!" A deep voice rumbled through the halls, repeating itself over and over. "Vote for Antman to be your class president. If anyone can, Antman can!"

Perfect. I arrived at a new school just in time for student body elections. My inner Isa rolled her eyes so far to the back of her head that they almost got stuck. Cupcakes, posters, and buttons- oh my! And once again, Inner Isa was right. The booming voice belonged to a giant 6'6" guy with huge muscles. The giant was standing next to a table with posters and buttons all over it. The poster promoted somebody named Anthony Masen- probably where he gets the nickname Antman from- whose image was edited to be colored over like the 2008 Obama campaign poster. Inner Isa did not approve.

"Wow, Em. I didn't even know you knew a word as big as 'president' and yet, here you are, promoting my rival in the single most important election of our lifetime." A pixie-like voice yelled from the other side of the hall. That voice belonged to a tiny 5'2" brunette with a pixie haircut. She too stood next to a table but her's had cupcakes with her buttons and posters of herself with glitter and sparkles and lots of pinks.

Gee, that's not over the top. I wonder if she has a nickname embodying her personality and looks. Inner Isa muttered while typing her notes on a laptop. That's great. They also name their kids after letters around here. Welcome to Phoneix, Arizona, ladies, and gentlemen. Where kids are named after letters and student body elections are extremely important.

"Pix, this isn't the single most important election of our lifetime. That will be when the aliens invade our universe and we have to vote on a universal leader." Em- short for something longer, I hope- yelled back.

I was right, Inner Isa exclaimed, so excited to be right... once again.

"Well, at least, I'm here promoting myself, unlike somebody who obviously couldn't be bothered to be at their own table during one of the most important times during the campaign." The little pixie yelled back.

Tucking my head down, I turned away from the middle of the hall and tried to almost not run in the opposite direction. The last thing I wanted to be was caught in the middle of the verbal catfight on my first day at a new school. Except, tucking my head down was probably the dumbest thing I could do because I ran into a wall of human flesh. It was strong and warm and literally knocked me off my feet. The commotion around us stopped and I could feel all eyes in my direction.

"I am sorry, I wasn't paying attention." A velvet smooth voice spoke and a gentle hand reached out towards me. Grabbing it out of reflex sent a wave of shocks down my arms and a flight of butterflies into the pits of my stomach. But then, the face attached to the arm of the hand sent my head into a spiral. With a sharp jawline and a vibrant green- no, emerald- eyes, this man was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

"I, uh-" I tried to utter out but nothing worked.

"You're Isabella, I know. My name is Anthony." The velvet voice belonging to the man with emerald eyes sent waves of desire to bits of me I did not even know were aware of the outside world, but here we are.

Little did I know, Anthony Masen would be the one to flip my world upside down and I would be the one to destroy his world.


Author's note: This is not my first story, I started writing one 2 years ago and had life get in the way but I will be rewriting it. This little plot bunny has been in my head for a while (and now it's split into two stories- so let's see where these go) so I just had to get it out. Let me know what you think!