Not an ordinary day

EPOV

"Yes mother."

"No mother." "Fine I'll be there." If I didn't agree the conversation would just turn into an argument about me ignoring my family and I had no time for that. Finally I managed to appease my mother figure and hang up the phone, it seemed like hours whereas in reality it was more like twenty minutes but it still put me behind my precise timetable. I was supposed to be having a have now getting ready for my next shift but instead I was standing in the kitchen with only my boxers on.

You would think at twenty six years old, and a being an accomplished paediatrician my mother would no longer feel she would have to check up on me every five minutes. Graduating early from both school and medical college I was well ahead in my field for my age. It was probably helped by growing up in a house full of academics and medical professionals, the house was never short of reading material and my mother believed video games should only be for the weekends. There was a method to her madness though; we were all now very successful individuals in our very differing roles.

It wasn't always like this though; I was born in England to Edward and Elizabeth Mason,

They were both professors in Law at Oxford University. Life was idyllic; I had everything

A young boy could need football (soccer) lessons, Tennis lessons and piano lessons. At first I had strongly rebelled against it, who wouldn't, sitting in a dark library in the house when the sun was shinning outside which was a very rare occurrence but it soon became something that brought me peace. Peace w3as something I sought a lot of after my life took a drastic change for the worst

At the age of twelve I had to move to live with my godparents Esme and Carlisle Cullen. My parents had been involved in a very serious car crash coming to pick me up from my polo competition. Luckily or not so luckily I wasn't in the car with them as I had begged to return to my friend's house to celebrate our win afterwards. I had escaped with my life but I was now orphaned with my grandparents passing away a few years before. I struggled for years after with blame and still do on my dark days. I had begged them for ages to take a day off work and come and watch me at an away competition. They always made sure to attend the local competitions but some were often on the other side of the country and they had commitments to their students.

I did feel guilty in some way if not for me attending those competitions they would have had no need to be on that road when the other car jumped the lights and they would still be here with me now.

Esme and Carlisle were my parents best friends my mother Elizabeth and Esme had been neighbours as little girls and had grew up together and there bond had only became stronger as they got older. And Carlisle and my father had met through their wives and often went down the pub together to escape family life. They were the only option my parents considered to be my godparents when I was born and it was repaid with my parents being their children's godparents.

So I had the choice when my parents passed carry on living in England but live with strangers or move to America where Esme and Carlisle had emigrated when I was seven years old. That's why now I have to put up with Esme's mothering and to be honest I did love it as it made me feel accepted into their family, and I know it would be how my mother would have acted around me to this day.

Now I found myself expected to go to the weekly family dinner tonight after I've finished

My shift as I found, I can't say no after everything they have done for me.

I was just exiting the Starbucks on my way to work when I heard it. At first I thought it was two cats fighting the screaming was that high pitched but then I realised it was more like a young child crying. I was used to these sorts of cries as my adopted brother and sister Alice and Emmet both had children with there respected partners Rosalie and Jasper and I was never one to turn down babysitting even if I worked in a children's hospital I could never get over how innocent children were and with such big imaginations as well. Being a farther was one thing I couldn't wait for, I feel like some people either have that instinct or they don't and I defiantly do.

Following the sound I ended up at the other side of the coffee house where all the bins were put out. Wary of going down there I manned up to carry on tracking the sound. I mean it could be an injured child and it was my duty to ensure they were safe. I came to a block of bins that had been pulled around with a piece of tarp placed on top acting like a little shelter. Bending down I peered inside trying to find the source of the terrible screeching which had suddenly become louder. At first I could not see anything and then when my eyes had adjusted to the darkness I could see two little eyes peering back. Terrified I sprung backwards then realised how stupid I was. Returning to my position looking into the shelter I saw a little girl her screeching had now become little more then strangled sobs but it was still heartbreaking.

Trying to get her to come closer so I could assess what was wrong with her I beckoned her forwards. Unfortunately it had the opposite effect and she shuffled even further backwards. Not wanting to get closer in case I frightened her even more I remembered the little bar of chocolate I had in my pocket as my power snack to get through the stressful morning. Taking it gently out of my pocket careful not to make any sudden movements I opened the packet and held it out towards her. It worked. She began to crawl towards the opening of the shelter and snatched it out of my hand before inspecting it with a confused look on her face then proceeded to stuff it into her face. It was only then did I get a good look at her she looked about three years old with black hair which looked as if it would have been long and shiny if not fifthly with dirt and tangled and chocolate brown eyes the same colour as the bar I had just given her. Honestly she looked terrible as if she had never had a wash in her life and I just knew I had to save her.

"Hey Sweetheart." Do you have a name? I whispered to her hoping to get a response. Just as I expected I didn't, but that didn't matter I had a plan. I began to walk away again and I was right she started screeching again so I went back and begun to speak to her again.

"Come on beautiful do you have a name, "

Again there was no response but I wasn't hurt I was a stranger and needed to gain her

trust.

"Where's mummy and daddy, hey, are you all alone."

This time I got a slow nod of the child.

"Is it cold out here," I was now encouraged to carry on with the conversation but all I got was a shiver in response.

Knowing I could not just leave her vulnerable outside in the cold with the first snow of the season beginning to settle on the ground I picked her up careful not to jolt her in fear of scaring her and not knowing if she had any injuries I began to walk back to my baby. My car. She didn't even struggle and actually sighed in relief of the warmness of my jacket I had wrapped around her and my body heat. Even though I knew it was wrong and she probably had parents out there somewhere either looking for her or coming back for her I went ahead and placed her in my car in one of the car seats usually reserved for my nieces and nephews.

After a quick phone call to my office to place a fake sick call letting them know I was not going to be in today I drove off on the way to my parent's house. Taking my eyes off the road for a quick glance I looked at the small girl that was now in my car and couldn't help noticing at how intelligent she seemed. She wasn't just looking out the window she was analysing everything that went passed taking notes in her little brain. Pulling into my parents drive way I noticed how her eyes widened at the massive white mansion in front of use. To be fair it was similar to my reaction when I had first seen it. It was only after sitting there for five minutes pondering how to tell Esme and Carlisle I had just picked up a strange girl of the streets and brought to their house when she spoke.

"Ava"

I was took off guard in the half hour journey I hadn't heard a peep of the little girl, So I turned around in my seat as I pulled up in the driveway and gave her a questioning glance.

"My names Ava, My mommy is called Bella "

It was only a few words but in that moment her voice was like a little angels and I had learned some vital information, her mother's name. During this little daydream I had not noticed Esme coming out of the house and walking up to my car door until she opened it.

"Edward! You're here early, is something wrong. Please don't tell me you've lost your job you've worked so hard for it." She rambled off and then she noticed my precious cargo in the back of the car. Turing she gave me a questioning glance and when I didn't give a response, I was honestly petrified of what she was going to say to me she turned her head back to Ava and gave her a comforting smile.

"Well who do we have here ?"