A/N: Well since I've gotten such enthusiastic responses, I've decided to continue. I'm working on a couple of stories right now, so forgive me if I don't update too often.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

BPOV

"…Please fasten your seatbelts as we'll be landing shortly. Thank you for flying with American Airlines, and have a great day!"

I grabbed my bag from under the seat, and began putting Caiden's toys away. It had been two weeks since the double funeral, and I was exhausted. Taking care of a two year old as a teenager was tiring, even if he wasn't my child. I looked at my brother in the seat next to me, feeling sorry for him. We both may have lost our parents, but at least I got my mother for fifteen years, and my father for five. I could remember bits and pieces of my dad. I knew Caiden would most likely not remember anything of his parents when he got older, and that broke my heart. Luckily, I had a few photo albums of our mom and Phil, and even one of our mom with my dad.

After the funeral (and I mean as soon as our parents were done being lowered), a social worker had come up to me. She told me that Caiden and I had an uncle, our mother's younger brother. I knew of him, but had never met him; Renee had told me that her parents had adopted him after she had already moved across the country. Now he lived in Bedford; a small town about 20 minutes outside of Boston apparently.

Walking through the airport with a sleeping two year old and a duffel bag plus a diaper bag was not the brightest idea. Logan Airport was crowded, and I thanked God that Caiden was asleep. The last thing I needed was for a two year old to get lost in this huge place.

I made my way carefully over to baggage claim, scanning the area for a "brownish haired man, with green eyes". Yes, that was the only description I got of my long-lost uncle. The only other thing I knew about him was that he was rich. When I saw no one matching the description I had received, I gave up for the time being and decided to watch for our suitcases.

"Isabella?" I heard a smooth voice call. I turned, seeing the man I was probably looking for talking to another woman who looked similar to me. She was older though, and had a boy who looked about five with her. I watched as she shook her head and he apologized, looking around again. I waved timidly when he looked in my direction.

"Edward?" I asked him. He nodded, a look of relief crossing his features. He really was a beautiful man, for an uncle. As I studied him, two suitcases caught my eye on the conveyor belt.

"Oh! There are our suitcases, just give me a moment please," I said. He beat me to the belt, glancing at me for confirmation that the two he was reaching for were ours. When I nodded, he pulled them off and headed back over to me. "Thanks," I said, relieved that I wouldn't have to juggle all four bags and my brother.

"That's Caiden, I presume?" he asked, motioning to the sleeping boy on my shoulder.

"Yes," I said. "And please, call me Bella." He agreed with a small smile, and we made our way outside.

The ride home in Edward's Volvo was quiet. Caiden didn't have a car seat yet, so I sat in the back with him on my lap. Surprisingly, he still hadn't woken up. But he had had a rough week, when he realized that our parents weren't coming back. He'd been up constantly throughout the nights, only sleeping when he tired himself out completely.

I looked out the window as we drove through this small town that was supposedly the center of like, four highways. Being that it was close to five, the traffic was horrific. I sincerely hoped I wouldn't have to drive through it often in rush hour. I watched as we passed a Stop & Shop plaza, which basically held the grocery store, a toy store, a Laundromat, and a bunch of smaller stores. I continued staring out the window at all the land and churches and gas stations on our left, and the long row of little "nothing of interest" stores. I noticed a country store on the corner of one street, and decided that I would take Caiden there to see if they had any of his favorite candy – cow tales.

It wasn't long after we passed the country store that Edward took a left turn. I noticed he was pulling into a large area that held the police department, baseball and soccer fields, and a town hall, if the sign was to be believed. He made an immediate right turn into a driveway, and I stared up at the big brown house in front of us. It was the only house on the street, seeing as one would almost immediately pull into the parking lot of the baseball field or the library that was apparently right next door.

I got out of the car with Caiden in my arms, and shifted him to my right shoulder. I reached back in and pulled out the duffel and his diaper bag with my left hand. As I straightened back up, I noticed Edward staring at me with a look of apprehension on his face. When I felt Caiden stir, I realized he was looking at my brother; not me.

I glanced down at the waking two year old, worried that he might be scared since he wouldn't know where we were.

"Hey sweetie," I murmured. He glanced up at me, and then looked around us. He didn't seem to be too thrilled, but at least he wasn't throwing a fit. Caiden never had been fond of new places, and had completely despised new people. He was a very private child; our parents had never been able to get him to stay with a babysitter other than me.

He put his head back down on my shoulder, but kept his eyes open. I knew he was probably hungry, so I shifted the bags on my other shoulder and headed in. Edward followed, holding our suitcases.

"So, this is it, huh?" I asked him conversationally.

"Yup. Home, sweet home," he said with a small smile. "It's not much, but I hope you guys will be comfortable here."

"I'm sure we will be," I told him. "Don't worry about us." He nodded and led the way to our rooms, giving us the grand tour as he went. When I walked in the front door, I was immediately facing the stairs. The living room was on the right, and the dining room on the left. The kitchen was behind the dining room, and had an open doorway to the living room as well. Up the stairs, Edward's bedroom was on the left with another room directly across from it; that room was apparently his study. The master bedroom had its own bathroom, so only Caiden and I would be sharing one. That was fine with me.

Down the hall to the right, there were three doors. Caiden's room was on the left; our uncle had done his best to put the bare necessities in there for him. There was no bed though; he explained that he wasn't sure what kind of bed a two year old needed.

"He still sleeps in a crib," I said. "But soon he'll be transitioning to a toddler bed, so we should probably get him one that converts." Edward agreed, and we headed to my room. The bathroom was between our rooms, and there was a connecting door to both of them. That was good; I could easily get to Caiden two different ways if he needed me.

Where Caiden's room was painted a dark blue with green trim; mine was a light, almost baby blue with a very light lavender trim. He had gotten me a queen sized bed, and a desk and dresser to match. I squealed out loud when I saw the furniture, startling Caiden. For a man who knew nothing about teenage girls, he sure had picked out perfect things.

"My girlfriend Alice helped me with your rooms," Edward told me. "She wasn't sure about some things for Caiden though. The social worker told me he was a little…" he hesitated, obviously trying not to offend me.

"The doctors think Caiden might be autistic," I said flatly. "It's okay, you can say it."

Edward nodded, looking a little fearful at the way I said the words. While it may be true, it didn't mean I had to like it. To me, Caiden was perfect, and I didn't care if he never spoke or anything like that; which he hadn't. To this day, Caiden had never spoken a word to any of us. I feared that the death of our parents may have set him back, but there was nothing I could do about that right now.

I dropped the duffel bag on the floor of my room, and Edward did the same with our suitcases.

"I should probably put Caiden's suitcase in his room…" he said, reaching for it again.

"Thanks," I said. "For everything." He looked a little shocked, but muttered a "no problem" as he walked back to my brother's room.

I carried Caiden downstairs and set him in the living room to play with some of his toys so I could make dinner. Walking into the kitchen, I suddenly realized just how bare the house was. There were no pictures, and not much furniture. What furniture was in the house, it was basic "man" furniture…brown leather, flat screen T.V., piano in the corner—wait. A piano?

"You play piano?" I asked Edward as he came down the stairs.

"Yes, I do," he told me. "Do you?"

"Nope," I said, popping the "p". "I never had the patience for that." As I spoke I headed for the fridge, hoping to find something suitable for both a toddler and a grown man. Opening it, I gasped in shock.

"Edward! Where the hell is all the food?"