Prologue
--Flashback—
It's been almost nine months since the love of my life, Edward Cullen, left me. And when he left, he left me with the greatest gift he could ever give me, even if he doesn't love me anymore.
Now, I stood in my bedroom in Charlie, my father's house. I stood, rocking a newborn Ethan Scott Swan Cullen. As I looked at the newborn baby boy in my arms, he reminded me of his father, that it was painful. But of course I love him, more than I have anyone else. I kissed his soft matted bronze hair, then his perfect button nose that he inherited from his father. He stirred and woke, but did not cry, instead looking up at the full moon outside my bedroom window. I swayed from side to side, submerged in my memories.
I gazed up at the moon. I wondered where Edward was at this moment, what he was thinking. Was he looking at the moon at the same moment I am now? And most importantly, will he ever get to know this miracle we created?
I looked down at Ethan, locking gazes with my premature son. I remembered those rough months while carrying him. The depression that overcame my soul. The time at the hospital when I cried, desperately praying that my own carelessness and selfishness didn't kill my son. It was like a dark storm cloud had threatened to rain on my parade of dark, dead memories. That is until I saw Ethan's innocent face. He brightened up my life—he is my personal sunshine. My sunshine. My son.
Ethan started cooing then and at that same moment, I realized that he is my life, my everything. Tears made their way down my cheeks as I counted his tiny toes and fingers again. Ten tiny toes. Ten tiny fingers. He's perfect.
I cried for hours that night, just holding Ethan in my arms, watching him sleep as time passed. Seconds, minutes, hours. God, I prayed. Please don't take my sunshine away.
--End of flashback--