Maybe…
She couldn't figure out what it was that had first made her love him. She was simply stuck with maybes…
Maybe it was the first words he said to her…
"Are you using the blue?"
Bella looked across the table at the little boy, shaggy hair and big eyes, "No, here you go." She passed the crayon to him, smiling when he grinned at her. "I'm Bella Swan."
"Paul Lahote," he replied.
She mouthed his name to herself, tripping over the last name, and decided she liked it. "Nice to meet you, Paul," she said, lisping softly around her missing tooth.
"You too, Bella."