Chapter 2: The Admittance and Accusal
((((( Edward's POV )))))
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I guess she has blown all her steam off by now, and has come to her senses.
How could she ever, ever think that any woman in the whole world could steal the affection that I have reserved only for her. Bella has never looked at herself as she should. She is by far the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen. She is kind and generous and takes care of me like a king. As I her.
I have found many couples like us. In love, planning a future, having babies, even purchasing homes together. But I have never witnessed with my own eyes the pure intensity that our love holds. The unmoving unshaken bond that draws us. That keeps us. She is the air I breath. I am literally lost without her. Breathless when she is not around.
The simplest of arguments that we have sometimes sends my world spiraling downward. Just the thought of never being able to hold her in my arms every night, or to whisper "I love you" after we make mad, passionate love until the wee hours of the morning does something immeasurable to me. It almost feels like fear. Rooted deep within me. Waiting to be acted upon. I need her to survive, just as she needs me. Just like gas needs a flame. There is no fire without both parts.
Ever since we were fourteen years old, and I stole my first kiss from her, she has been mine. There has always been an invisible stretchy chord that seems to connect us and draws us back together. Time and time again.
There has been many arguments, and even more break ups that always stem from the same source. Jealousy. Her jealousy.
She holds not only my heart, but my first kiss, my virginity, my sanity, my air. There is nothing that I have that I will not give her. Never. I would give my own life if it meant saving her. Allowing her beautiful presence to linger on this earth just a while longer. Never able to imagine me existing here with out her.
With all that I have given, I don't know nor understand her frustration with me. Granted, I am no fool. I know that the looks that I was born with draws people – women especially – to me. It is a varied occasion that Bella and I go out in the public and I not draw some willing female's attention or get passed a number or groped. This infuriates Bella. Not only is it disrespectful, but she thinks I enjoy this. I can no more help the way I look as my own birth date. My only assurance to her is that my eyes only belong to her. And I have never done anything to make her believe otherwise.
She also does not realize that she draws the same lustful eyes from men. But men approach Bella differently. They would never disrespect me while with her. I tower over her by a head and most people shy away from my muscular stance.
Men approach Bella as a friend. They smile. They make her laugh. They even offer studying with her. God forbid they know that she has problems in a subject that they are familiar with.
Now, she is different from me. I only see her. She sees me and who ever else shows her the attention she craves. I have never been able to put my finger on exactly what I would have to do to consistently maintain her attention. If I had one complaint...that would be it.
I just love her with every fiber of my being and knowing that any moment she could be stolen from me makes me sick to my stomach almost to throw up.
Maybe I have given her too much of myself. Leaving nothing to be desired. Nothing further to attain. But why would I hold back anything from her. Everyday, I try to imagine what I need to do to make her smile for me. How to make her happy. How to keep her eyes on me, only.
Over the years, there have been other men. I am not sure sexually. I never want to know, but definitely other men. She once left me for six months. Claiming she felt trapped with me. Smothered. She immediately used her free time to seek out a random man – not a gentleman – to try to attain. She pursued him. She called him, sent him gifts, laughed at his jokes, cooked him dinner and probably tried to give her heart to him. You may ask just how I know all of this...well, we share an apartment, and she did it right in front of me. It was like she was trying to see just how hard she could pull at my heart before it would burst.
During this time, I stayed in my room and never came out when she was there with him. I occupied my time with exercise, going home to Forks, and school. I never found the need or desire to find a female companion to pass time with. They would only be inadequate substitutes who would unsuccessfully win my attention.
My heart belongs to one girl. One girl only. I have tried to turn it off like you turn off hot and cold water, but it will not work. I know that she wanted me to stop my love. To not call her baby. To not wash her clothes and fix her dinner – which she would feed him. My love for her goes so far beyond her feelings for me or my own personal pain. It runs deep within me like a river. Replacing my actual flow of blood. There is not a part of me that does not long for her. She knows this. I will always forgive her. Always, always take her back. No matter what.
My Mom calls our love 'dangerous', I choose not to live without her with me in some way. What ever part of her that she will give me. I will take it. She has never denied me that. Some part of her. That was why she did not move out when she dated him those six months. I needed her. Any way she was willing to let me have her. I simply shut myself off. Concentrating only on her presence in the next room. Memorizing her smell. Her voice.
We, of course, got back together. He decided that she was too clingy and wanted more than he was willing to give. But she wanted way less than what I had already given to her. She cried for five straight days until she got him out of her system. It was me that bandaged those wounds. Holding her every night and days sometimes until she cried herself to sleep on my chest. I was happy just being able to hold her again. But not happy for her pain. The only thing I ever wanted was for her to be happy. Once she was over her crying spree, she shut me out again. Refused to look at me, speak to me, or answer my questions. She even refused to eat anything that I cooked for her.
Sometimes I feel like I want to burst. Pull all of my hair out and cry uncontrollably. But I would not do that. I would not allow myself to yield to the pain. I would be strong for her. She needed me to do this.
I still remember the day, months later when she came home. I was studying with a girl from class at the apartment for our finals. Bella came home and had the strangest look in her eyes. I could not place it. She had been so cold toward me for so long that I did not recognize that look. Maybe anger, jealousy, indifference. Who knows. She stormed into her room and slammed to door. She then began throwing things around, mumbling to herself and finally turning up her music the absolute loudest it would go. My study partner looked at me and began packing her things. She was married and had no time for the drama that was sure to erupt here. She left without a word.
I barged into Bella's room, slamming the door against the wall so hard that I heard the Sheetrock split, throwing the stereo blaring that horrible music to the ground with all the strength I had. I turned around to look at her with red in my eyes. Not from anger, but hurt. The pain that she constantly inflicted on me...intentionally. I gave in to my indifference. I fell to her feet crying, grabbing her around her calf, sobbing like a baby. Wanting to understand why. Why did she have to do this to me over and over and over. Did she enjoy it? I had enough. She broke me. I lay there eyes swollen, saying her name over and over. My body hunched over. Me giving in to all my broken feelings and failing heart. Hoping with everything I had that she would just talk to me. Even just acknowledge that I live in this house with her. And I am a friend. Anything other than this silence. This mean, sword piercing silence.
"Bella, I love you. Please Bella. Please Bella. Say something to me. Please don't leave me. Bella I need you. I love you." While sobbing harder. "I can't do this another day. Please Bella. You are everything to me. Bella I need you."
She stood there for what seemed like minutes while I begged and cried on her leg, seeming indifferent. "I have nothing more to give you. Please Bella. Forgive me."
It seemed like that did it for her. She dropped down to her knees and held me by my face, looking at me longingly. The same need in her eyes as mine. The same passion burning deep. She crushed her lips to mine roughly. Just sheer need in every kiss that she placed on mine. All I wanted to do was wisp her up and carry her to the bed and make these nine months go away. But I knew better. I would allow her to lead. To dictate to me how she wanted it. She kissed me with every bit of passion that she had given me our first time so long ago. She needed me. Her hands tangled in my hair. My hands grabbed her shirt. Lifting it slightly, exposing the skin on her lower back. I had to feel her. If only for another moment. I needed this. I could live with this. Our passion enclosed us. No one else existed in those moments. Nothing mattered. The hurt was gone. It was only her. My hands found her breasts. I released her lips so we could breath and moved on to her cheek, her jaw, her earlobe, her neck. I stopped there. She gave the most beautiful moan. Directing me to do that. Not to move from that spot. I continued touching any exposed skin that I was allowed. Her breast in my hands here firm and I ached to have them in my mouth. I pulled away from her neck, eying her, asking exit to her breasts. She nodded and when her nipple was in my mouth, I sucked it and knocked it around with my teeth, causing her to wrap her legs tightly around my hips and began pushing her hips into mine over and over. I continued sucking her nipples and changed warmly to the other. She was breathing hard, bucking against me and moaning my name. "Eeddward, oooohhhh, Eeddward." The way she said my name made something in me rise up, wanting more. She whispered, "More."
I know exactly what that means. I picked her up from the floor quickly, and gently placed her on the bed. I pulled her jeans off and paused, noticing that beautiful blue bra and panty set I bought her last month. I thought she had thrown it out. It was perfect. I marveled at her beauty as she gave me the most seductive look and twirled her hips at me. Oh, yes, she wants this. But no. not yet. I looked at her in the bra and panty set again and began kissing her navel and down her stomach. Down her hips. Down her thigh. She responded immediately. Opening her legs up to me. Silently asking for what she knew she needed. What she knew I needed.
After kissing her thighs, her knees, her calves and feet. Each and every toe I sucked. I made my way back to her center. I was so turned on by these panties. I debated leaving them on her. As I made my way up, I sat up a little and pulled the panties to the side and slipped two finger into her. Gaining a load moan, and her breathlessly calling my name. I was pleased at how she responded to me. I knew she loved me to suck her and work her insides with my fingers. I withdrew my fingers from her. She moaned, missing the loss. I looked at her and licked every single finger until she was removed from me.
"Eedddwardd," she whispered. I could see the flow of warm juices running from her center. I plunged the same two fingers into her again, pushed her panties further to the side and ran my lips across her slit over and over while I moved my fingers in and out of her. She grabbed my hair at the roots and pushed my head down between her legs. Now she asked for it. I began licking her pussy with a steady consistency, sucking her clit like I knew she liked it. Over and over sucking her. Feeling her wetness overtake me. Watching her open her legs wider for me. Knowing her climax was near. I stopped fingering her in and out. I kept it in and only moved my fingers. The moans coming out of her mouth were so lustful and needy. I wrapped my mouth completely around her clit again and sucked it until I felt her walls crashing in around my finger. I knew it was here. I sucked it one more time. I knew I had to brace her because she would run from me during her orgasms. I held her hip down with my free hand and she let go. I continued sucking and moving my fingers in her as she bucked under me, finally begging for more.
"Baby, I want you. I need you."
"What do you want Bella?" I asked.
"You know." She whispered.
"No baby. I don't know. I need you to tell me."
"No, Edward, I won't beg"
"Ok, well I can kiss you all over again until you tell me." I moved her panties over again and place my tongue deep in her pussy. In and out. She started screaming. Saying nothing at all. I looked up and asked, "Is this what you want."
"No, yes, no." She replied whispering slowly.
"Which is it baby? Yes or No?" I began doing it again. In and out of her. Only this time I sucked her hole also and her clit. I picked her ass up into my hands and buried my face in her. I could tell she was coming apart, but she will tell me what she wants. I will not lose her again for not knowing what she wants or how she wants it. Plus, it was extremely fun teasing her.
She pulled my face up by the roots of my hair and whispered. "Baby please. Put it in me. I want to feel you inside me. Pllleeeez."
Now, that did it. My dick stood up harder than I've felt in a long time. I crawled on top of her and pushed my way into her effortlessly. I fit her perfectly. I began by taking my time, breaking every barrier that exited until I was pounding so deep into her that she released a new flow of wet arousal. Her whole body was shaking under me as I pulled out of her. Her face turned almost angry, feeling , missing the loss, and I quickly plunged back into her. Over and over. Harder and harder. I could feel my orgasm coming, but I denied it. She will come for me at least two more times before I allow myself one. I rolled over onto my back, taking her with me. She gave me a look and I said, "Don't worry baby, let me do this. Just relax and hold on to my chest." I lifted her small frame over my standing shaft and let her go on top of it. She screamed, "Edward, oooh, Edward. Fuck me baby. Fuck me." She knows that kind of talk pulls the animal out of me. I held her limp body on top of me while thrusting into her harder and harder, faster and faster. She took everything I gave her. She did manage to bite my chest and draw blood but that was ok. It only made me harder, and more excited. I placed her on my hip and used my fingers to play with her clit. She clinched sooo tight against my hard Dick. I had to hold mine back again.
"Come for me baby, again." I whispered. I began working my hips under her while rubbing on her clit. It wasn't long. I knew it was coming. Again, I held her hips in place as she began shivering and readying herself for this orgasm. I knew when it came. The new warmth and wetness around my dick told the whole story. I held her still as her body bucked and jerked over and over until she rode that high down. She is so damn sexy when she comes.
She was gasping for breath, mumbling a few uuuummmmss and smiled that smile at me that said to me. Edward if you don't come, I will make you. She knew that I never took my own pleasure more highly than hers. Watching her body as I go in and out of it and seeing her come was a great high for me alone. Her pleasure was my pleasure. Plus, she has one more in there for me. I flipped us over and stood to my feet. You could tell by the look on her face that she thought I was done. I grabbed her feet and roughly pulled them to me and pulled her upper body to a sitting position, then picking her up to me while I stood, holding her midair while her legs wrapped around my waist. I entered her effortlessly and said, "Bella, baby, you come for me one more time and I will come for you. Do you want me to come inside or out?"
"Inside," she said breathlessly. She grabbed my neck, tightened her legs around me and yelled, "Yes, Yes, Yes. Baby. Yes."
Her small frame was so easy to handle. I drove into her deeper than I had all night. I had complete control over her now and she knew it. Every entrance in felt deeper and deeper. In no time, I felt her tighten around me. Her breathing got sparatic and her body tensed completely. I wrapped my arms tightly around her and steadied myself for her orgasm. This one was by far the hardest orgasm tonight. She almost leaped out of my arms, forcing me quickly to my own. She was panting and screaming my name over and over that it sent me over the edge. While she was still riding her orgasm down, I came in her with a fury that only came from holding it through her three orgasms. My dick stiffened so hard that she froze from the mere size of it now plunging in and out of her with more power than ever. I didn't want to hurt her, but she had kept it from me for too long.
Once mine was over, my legs started to wobble and I dove toward the bed with her. She giggled and admitted something to me that I had waited all year to hear.
"Edward..." She put her head down. "I love you...with all my heart, soul, body and mind...I have missed you sooo much. I am so sorry I had to leave you to know how much I needed you. No one compares to you in any way." she began sobbing uncontrollably, acting as though I would not have her back. All she had to do was just say the word. "Baby, I need you...please don't leave ME. Please baby. I love you. I should have said this a month ago. I'm sooo sorry. Edward..." she looked at me. Tears flooding her beautiful eyes. Frowns crowding her beautiful features. "do you forgive me?"
I paused for a moment, trying to make sure I was not dreaming and smiled at her saying. "Bella, you are my whole world. I will always take you back. I need you to breath...to exist...never doubt that again. My heart breaks seeing you hurting like this. Me knowing that you think that I would have considered anything else but to take you immediately back. Baby..." I tilted her face toward mine, "I need you. YOU and only you are my whole world. I need you."
She buried her head in my chest holding me tightly for dear life. Like I would ever leave her if she wanted me. And cried herself to sleep.
After that night, the years seemed to have gotten better, until recently, maybe the last three months. Nothing that I do is right. I am entering my senior year in college. My classes are extremely tough and require a great deal of my time. She was also a Senior, and had a very heavy workload.
I asked her if I could bring a couple of study partners home today if it was ok with her. She agreed and they came over at the end of the day. It was two girls and another guy from class. We had spread out on our massive dining room table and was hard at work when Bella walked through the door. She eyed the four of us laughing and talking. She was infuriated. I'm not sure why, but it was clear that she was. She walked into our room and slammed the door.
Damn. These labs are killing me and I need this study time, but from past experience, I knew I needed to tackle this head on. I excused myself from the table and slowly entered our bedroom.
She didn't say a word, though that look remained on her face. "What is it baby?" I questioned. Still, no answer. I walked up to her and touched her shoulder. She shrugged me off. What the hell. I rarely argue with her. I always let her have her way, but tonight, I may have to let myself go with her. Finally, she answered after noticing the scrunched look on my face. Just like I did not like to argue with her, she did not like me screaming back at her.
"I hate how you always choose the most beautiful girls in class to 'study with'." She broke the silence. "What is going on here? This is a double date? I see the lines drawn across the table. How stupid do you think I am?" Her voice a bit louder than I would have chosen it to be. My mouth dropped open. Fuzz clouding my head. How could she see something like that at that table. I couldn't even tell at this moment what either of the girls had on, or how their hair was combed.
She grew annoyed at the dumb founded look and stomped off to her closet in the bathroom. She took out that sexy royal blue dress that she reserves just for me and laid it out on the bed along with her high heels that I bought her to wear just for when we make love. I was confused. What was she doing? "I'm going out." She stated matter-of -factly. I was frozen. I felt like someone had just jolted me with a ten thousand volt stun gun. How could she?
I didn't say another word. I left the room and returned to the table. My test was tomorrow and I needed this to be able to graduate. I would deal with this in a couple of hours.
About fifteen minutes later, Bella emerged in that sexy blue dress and those four inch heels with no panty hose and her hair and make up done flawlessly. She is so beautiful. She turned toward us, and without saying a word, turned around and placed her hand on the front door. I stood up and went to her asking which bar she would be going to. She hesitated, then told me. I told her I loved her. She huffed, then walked off. Smelling so damn good.
I returned to the table to study. Later, everyone left, and I was confident that I was ready for tomorrow. I looked at the clock and noticed it was 11:30 pm. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was Carmello, the bartender at the bar that watches Bella for me when I don't go with her. He was almost panicked when he told me that Bella had been talking to a guy. He didn't know how many drinks she had, but he did notice that she had stumbled earlier over a chair. The cause for his panic was that Bella was gone and her car was still there. He began apologizing, but that was not the worst of it. He knew the guy that Bella had been talking to. The guy frequents the bar, and there were unproven rumors that girls leave with him and sometimes never come back to the bar again. I knew what he was getting to. I asked him if he knew where the guy lived. He told me, and I hurried to my car.
I was unfamiliar with this part of town. Why would anyone live here? Deplorable was a kind word to describe the area. It was like everyone had just packed up and left. Abandoned buildings, broken windows, roofs falling in. Paper in the streets.
I arrived where I was told to go and saw the car that Carmello described to me. I called Bella's cell to ensure she was not at home and safe. No answer. I quickly hit my brakes, squeaking the loudest sound. I thrust myself out of the car. Anger flooding my entire being. I heard Bella screaming. I ran up to him and tackled him with everything I had. He attempted to fight me back, but he was no match for me. This spineless, filthy rapist could never hold a candle to me. I hit him with a blow that shocked even me, and he fell backwards into some cans against the wall. He was finish. He had no more fight. I saw him look up at me, then at Bella and a look overtook his features. Almost sinister. He enjoyed this. This was not his first time here. It disgusted me. I looked over to my Bella. Clothes torn, breasts and genitals exposed. Laying frail on the ground. I looked back at him and he said, "So hot. And wet. And tight. Uummm. Those breasts." He acted like he was about to cum just thinking about her, abd what he wanted to do to her. I lost it. I quickly approached him and hit him so hard in the face that it knocked two teeth from from his mouth, and his nose was bleeding. I crawled on top of him and started choking the air out of him. Allowing my anger to rule over me. Control me. He lay there limp. No fight or life left in him.
I sat there for a minute to compose myself for Bella.
I never wanted her to see me lose control like this. I dare him talk about her like that. Like she was just a piece of discarded trash to grovel over.
I stood up and noticed Bella had sat up and appeared afraid of me. She scooted tightly to the wall, covering herself up the best she could. I extended my hands out to her slowly. Letting her know that I would not hurt her. Fear was present in her eyes. It began drizzling and the cold was undeniable. I knew she needed to be covered. I took another step and suddenly, she looked at me with a look that changed several different times. First, it was like she had just realized it was me. Then, she appeared afraid again, but of what. Finally, I recognized that last look. One of shame.
I slowly removed my jacket and my shirt and stretched them out as I slowly approached her. She allowed me to wrap her in the clothes and I carefully picked her off the cold ground and brought her to my car. I turned the car on and put the heat on high.
I grabbed my wireless phone and called 911 to meet us here. I shut my phone.
I then grabbed the steering wheel, never looking at Bella, shaking my head. Trying to figure out what just happened. Replaying my anger in my head. My loss of control. I was so embarrassed. How could I ever face Bella again after I committed such a vengeful act. I murdered a man. How could she look at me the same.
I noticed Bella scoot closer to her door and balled into a knot. Drawing further and further away from me. I understood. Who could love a murderer. I was just as wrong and filthy as he was. Totally unable to control my own compulsions. What had I done?
The silence in the car was deafening.
From a distance, I heard the sirens approaching and got out the car.
The Police immediately began questioning me about what had happened to this dead man. I couldn't bring myself to lie to them. To tell them that it was just self defense. No. Bella saw what I did, and I would accept my punishment. No matter how harsh. I was handcuffed and was sat on a box.
I watched the paramedics bandage Bella up as she was asked questions also. All I saw was her shaking her head. Never looking at me.
The Coroner arrived on the scene to remove the body and I saw the look on Bella's face. Her mouth fell open and looked at me. She took out running to me, screaming at the Police for detaining me. Making her demands known.
"He was defending me." She shouted.
"Would you rather he raped me and had been able to live!"
"Edward!" They held her away from me. I looked down at the ground. Unable to face her for what I had done. I was so ashamed. She had to know now, if she hadn't before.
I was charged with Manslaughter and was sentances to three years in a state prison.
During my time in jail, I refused any correspondence from Bella and denied all visits. I could not face her after what I had done. She deserved more. Much more than a lowly murder.
My feelings no longer mattered to me. I tucked them away. Deep. Beyond many layers.
She was persistent though. What did she want from me?
I apologized to her before my sentencing and she boiled over crying uncontrollably begging the Judge to have mercy on me. That was the hardest day of my life. How could I have given her this much pain. She was inconsolable. She trembled at any touch, and fell apart time and time again behind me. Her eyes swollen. Her voice ragged. Her pain evident. Radiating from every part of her.
After about a year and a half years, she finally stopped. The guards even tried to talk to me, but I never let them get a word out to me. She had obviously been very resourceful and found out how to get to me. I denied it all.
I was almost relieved to not have constant reminders of her around me. It hindered my focus. Life inside the prison was rough and losing focus could mean me losing my life. I promised myself that I would do everything in my power to escape these walls alive. I would not allow more pain to be inflicted on her.
The nights were the hardest. I would dream of her. Her smile. Her smell. Her touch. I would wake up at night and my body would be aching for her. I always denied myself the pleasure of thinking of her like that just to get a release. I did this the entire time. I never, not once defiled her memory like that. I never released. Not even once. Someone as beautiful, and free as she is, should never have to be confined in a place like this. No. It was me, and me alone. I would not bring her in here. Not even in my mind. Oh, God. Will this aching and yearning ever stop?
Almost a year before my I finished serving my sentence, I received a call from the Judge that sentenced me to these three years. He explained to me that over these years, he has not been able to get Bella and me out of his head. How he envied our love. He asked me to forgive him for keeping me away from her for so long. Then he said that he would have my paperwork done for my release by January first. I was elated. I always knew the strength of our love, but I never noticed others that noticed it. I thanked him and the call disconnected.
My time was approaching, quicker than I thought. I called Alice. I knew her enthusiasm would excite me even more...it did just that. We talked until every dollar was spent on my account. I didn't care. I didn't need it anymore. Suddenly, reality hit me. I thought about life outside these bars. I was afraid. Afraid to face everyone that I left behind. Afraid to pick up the pieces of my life again. Afraid to face her again. I knew it was only a matter of time. What was awaiting me...only time would tell.
The day of my release, Esme and Carliyle came to pick me. I had, years before, made her promise me to not tell Bella when I was getting out, and to never mention her or her life to me. This pained my Mom. She knew the insurmountable pain that I was in, and the pain that it caused Bella, but never pushed. She and my Dad supported me through the years and never blamed me for what I had done. Carlyle even told me that if it were Mom, he would never have considered anything different than what I had done. I heard that same thing time and time again while in jail when others, including the Guards, heard my story.
This did not make anything better for me. I was still a murderer. Justified or not.
And now, the one thing that I desired more than anything in the world was denied to me. I could never look into her loving eyes again, or hold her tightly in my arms. Knowing she would only see a filthy murderer.
We arrived at my parents home. It was quiet and peaceful just as I remembered. It looked slightly different, but I could not place what it was. Mom was always remodeling something. It should not surprise me.
My room was still the same, and Mom had even purchased me a new stereo set to go with my wall full of CD's. She had even brought all my things from our old apartment. As I walked around the room, something was different, but very familiar. A sweet smell. What is that? Anyway, Bella probably just let the apartment go. It probably just caused her too much pain. She always commented on how she could smell me all over the house. I chuckled at that memory.
I felt so at peace. Mom and Dad's house never, even when I was growing up held any amount of stress. They were the most loving parents. And the most beautiful couple. They maintained their love and affection all of these years. I guess that is where I learned it from.
I thought about all the happy years we spent in this house. All the laughs, the Christmases, Alice's baby's first birthday party. I allowed these feeling to envelope me. Allowing the love that flowed from my parents and my family to consume me.
I walked through the house to see all the new pictures of my sister and her kids and cousins that always hung on our walls.
I approached several pictures that were unfamiliar to me. They rested on the mantle next to a picture of Bella and I. Close family only got the go on this mantle. I guess things had changed. These babies were beautiful children and held a striking resemblance. One child was really light complected, but the other wore a olive complection that made her even more beautiful. Her complection reminded me of My Bella..I mean Bella. Both children had hazel eyes. A mixture between chocolate brown and green. I could not take my eyes off these babies. Something was familiar, but still distant.
I shrugged it off and decided to ask Mom later who these adorable babies were that got to sit on her famous mantle.
I was sure to hear about some pitiful woman that was in need that Mom just could not deny. I bet she actually fell in love with these children. It would not surprise me.
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