Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Twilight
A/N: Hello, so this is my first story. I hope you like it. Please review afterwards :)
Chapter 1:
Bella's P.O.V
Bella, you might want to bring to following for your trip back if you guys will be driving. I know that you hate it when I do this but I just want to remind you, we're talking about my precious little grandsons and I want them to be comfortable. Not that you don't make sure of that. I just want to spoil them.
Anyways, the list is at the bottom. I'll see you soon!
Love: Mom.
-Blanket
-Pillow
-Toys
-Medicine [for emergencies]
-SNACKS! LOTS OF THEM! NOT JUNK!
I groaned when I read the last line of my Mother's e-mail. I hate it when the boys tell Renee that I don't do what she says. This is a con to having the boys as their only grandkids.
I was going around aisles to find the cookies the boys love. When I finally found the cookies, two boys with Bronze hair and Emerald Green eyes were running towards me from the end of the aisle.
"Momma! Look at what we found!" Xenos showed me what was at his hand. It was a Cereal box with free cards.
"X, don't you have these already?" I gave my son back the box as I went back to grabbing the cookies and putting them in the cart. Xenos started walking back to the aisle where they got the Cereal.
"Momma, you got me that. Not him." Zenos pulled his brother to stop him from walking any further.
"Z, I'm pretty sure that I bought one for X." I gave Zenos a questioning look but Zenos gave me their signature pout. A pout that both Zenos and Xenos can do that works on me when they want something and also reminds me of someone.
"Fine. But don't tell Nana Renee that—"
"Thank You, Momma!" Both boys said then dashed off somewhere in the store.
I continued shopping for the stuff that we might need for our trip to Forks. As I push the cart to the produce area, I spotted the boys near the same area. They were whispering among their selves. I watched in awe realizing that as they grow up, they look more and more like their father.
I feel selfish that I don't tell them much about Ed—, him. Yea, I showed them pictures but nothing more than that. I told them a couple of stories but I just repeat the same stories when they ask me to tell them more about him. For the past 7 years, I couldn't believe that they never, even once, asked me the dreadful question I've been avoiding. They never, even once, asked me when or if they can meet their father. I'm lucky that they haven't asked me this question because, I have no idea what to tell them. I don't know how I can tell them that their father doesn't even know that they exist.
I can never forget my High School, when it all happened.
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