A/N- I have always wanted to write a story based on the lyrics to a song. But I couldn't decide which song. So, I decided, this story is going to be a combination of my two loves: Taylor Swift music and Twilight.

Each chapter will be based on a different song, all by Taylor Swift.

The first song is called, "Never Grow Up" on her album 'Speak Now'. Each chapter will be named by the song it is based on.

Enjoy!

I do not own Twilight.

This chapter is going to be the prologue, and then the following chapters will be the previous entries, basically the diary in its entirety from the very beginning.

Bella POV

Your little hands wrapped around my finger
And it's so quiet in the world tonight
Your little eyelids flutter 'cause you're dreaming
So I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light

To you, everything's funny
You got nothing to regret
I'd give all I have, honey
If you could stay like that

Somewhere in the middle of watching CSI New York with my husband, Charlie rang the doorbell with an enormous box in his hand. He set it down on the front porch of our new house, muttered something about being too old to carry it, and walked back to his car in silence. I looked after him in complete confusion but shrugged and dragged the box inside.

As I cracked the tape sealing the cardboard together, the first thing I noticed was three or four worn out, well-used diaries. The covers looked oddly familiar. Each one with pictures of one of the following: flowers, dogs, or hearts of some sort.

Slowly, I opened each one and read through about half of them. I received nothing but long stares of curiosity from Edward.

After reading through everything, I felt like I had just relived my childhood. It was way better than any television show I have ever seen. So, I decided to make one last entry before my diary ended forever.

5/14/2011

Dear Diary,

My first time having a best friend was Edward.

My first time hugging a boy was Edward.

My first time crushing on a boy was Edward.

My first time having a playdate was with Edward.

My first time holding hands with a boy was with Edward.

My first time "kissing" someone was Edward.

My first time dating someone was Edward.

My first time making out with someone was Edward.

My first time marrying someone was Edward.

My first time being pregnant with someone was Edward.

My first time buying a house with someone was Edward.

Basically, Edward was the first everything.

So, it would make sense, that he sits next to me as I write right now, smiling widely as my words flow freely into this diary. Now I remember why I loved writing so much.

We have just moved into our new house, finally starting our lives together. Also, we have recently discovered that we are expecting an addition to our small family. I'm hoping for a daughter. I want to be there from when she chooses her favorite color to when she chooses her prom dress.

Of course, Edward wants a boy. He said he wants to be there from tee ball to when he's the captain of the football team. His dream is to be the coach of every one of those teams.

I told him to forget it. We're not having a boy. I hope not. Girls are so much more fun.

I want my daughter to have an amazing childhood like I did, except better because her parents will be together forever, even though mine got divorced. Then, years and years later, (hopefully later than I did) she will find the love of her life and live happily ever after, just like I am.

But those are just hopes. Wishes. Something of that sort. I won't know the gender for a few weeks, and the suspense is already killing me.

CSI New York just ended. Edward is obsessed with it ever since we got our new television with clear HD picture. I can sit through it once or twice, but after five times, I'm done. It's too much stress and suspense- therefore, I don't need it. He promised to stop watching it around me when I am sensitive to stress in certain times during pregnancy.

I laughed in his face and said, "Yeah, right."

Now Edward is making fun of me for writing in a diary. Got to go before I embarrass myself any further.

Yours truly,

Bella Cullen (Did you notice the name change from the other entries?)

I set down my pencil and sighed. Wow, that feeling was familiar. Edward was walking into the kitchen starting to prepare lunch for us and laughed at me.

"You didn't really just write in a diary, right?" he said, chuckling. I would never get tired of his laugh. It was the greatest sound in the world.

"What would you like my answer to be, darling?" I asked him, for fun.

"I would like it to be yes, I think it's cute," he replied, much to my surprise.

"Then, yes, I was just writing in a diary. Would you like to see what it says? It's all about you!" I giggled like a little girl.

"Of course I would, love," he smiled, knowing it was the answer I wanted. I picked up the diary and tossed it to him.

He blushed as he read my newest entry and we shared a long passionate kiss afterwards.

"And I bet every other entry in there is about me, too," he joked.

"I seriously bet it is," I replied.

"No, Bella, I doubt it, we haven't known each other or that long," he doubted.

"Want to make a bet? If more than ninety percent of the entries contain your name, I get to design the whole nursery," I offered. I knew it was a fair bet because I had only read a portion of the entries, and we both wanted to design the nursery. I knew we would both end up designing the nursery together regardless of who won, but it was fun to make a bet out of it.

"I would love to. I will read an entry every day. It can be like getting to know you all over again," he agreed, happily.

"Deal?" I asked, offering my hand, expecting a handshake.

"Deal," he smiled, taking my hand and kissing it.