DISCLAIMER: I don't own Twilight. The right belongs to SM.

A.N.: Few things I wanted to make clear.

1. It was Edward's 18th birthday and Bella will be 18 this September.

2. Bella is not clumsy like a handicapped person.

3. Mr. Mason really has an important meeting in Italy. That was not planned.

4. There will be few dialogues from Breaking Dawn.

CHAPTER 3

BPOV:

"Isa and our children, huh?" Mom asked.

I pretend to be clueless "I don't know what you are talking about?"

But my blush must have given me away. Because she smirked before saying "Just tell me you two are being safe."

My cheeks got hotter. "Mom! We aren't doing anything." I lied.

"You two think you are too smart, aren't you? Do you think you can hide from us your afternoon activities, what you do in sleepovers and Edward sneaking into your room in midnight?" She snorted while Phil tried to hide his laugh with a cough and I swear I saw Merry and George smirked.

My eyes widened at her implication. "When you said us?"

"I mean all of us." She said giggling.

They all knew that Edward and I were doing… that.

I flushed a shade of deeper red before trying to explain. "Mom…I….Uh….Edward…We….." was all I could manage.

This time, Phil didn't even try to hide his laugh and I am hundred percent sure George and Merry snickered.

This was beyond embarrassing. I wished the ground to open up and shallow me whole.

When Mom had gotten her laughter under control she said, "Oh! God! You should see your face! It's priceless!" She started laughing again.

"How come you never said or did anything?" I asked when I finally got my voice back.

"What was there to say? It's not like we could do anything to stop you two. We would rather pretend we don't know anything and give you your privacy than have you two sneak behind our back."

Well, I couldn't argue with that. After all, what was there to talk? We would have probably found a way to go behind their back, anyway. Didn't we think we were doing exactly that?

"Wait! Give you Privacy? Is that why they made a suite for Edward?" I asked.

"Yes."

"But, we weren't doing anything when we were fourteen?" It sounded like a question.

Because, when we were fourteen we were defiantly doing something.

My mom seemed to understand that too. "Ugh! I don't want details. Just, be safe. I would rather you wait to finish college and get married before adding babies in equation." she groaned.

The mention of marriage brought back the memory of this afternoon – when Edward had said he wanted to marry me next summer.

She must have seen something on my face, because she narrowed her eyes before asking, "Is there anything you want to talk about?"

For a moment I debate to lie. But there was no point, sooner or later she was going to know. I might as well get this over with. I hope she won't react too badly.

I took a deep breath before rushing the words out, "Edwardwantstomarrymenextsummer."

She frowned and said, "Can you repeat yourself? Maybe a bit slower this time"

I took another deep breath and said in a steady voice this time "Edward wants to marry me next summer."

"But, what do you want?" She frowned.

"When he will ask me I want to say yes." I said without missing a bit.

I waited for her to start lecturing me what a life altering mistake I was about to make by deciding to get married so young. Early marriage was higher up in her blacklist than boiling live puppies.

So I was a little surprised when she squealed and hugged me. "I'm so happy for you. My baby girl is getting married next summer. Wait! Next summer!?" She shrieked last part. For a moment I thought that she finally came to her sense and would throw a hissy fit. But I was soon proved to be wrong.

"We have got so much to do in so little time; select a theme, wedding card selection, order a cake, the dress….." She went on. I swear my jaw almost touched the floor.

"Calm down, Honey. We still have one year." Phil tried to calm her down.

"Exactly! We have only one year." She was almost frantic.

"Back up a second, Mom." I finally found my voice. "You didn't understand. Edward and I decided to marry next summer." I said each word as if she was mentally competent; though. I felt like one myself.

"I understood that, Honey." She told me, still grinning and looking insanely happy.

"Then, why are you so happy? You don't even appear to be surprised."

"Oh, I'm surprised, alright. I'm surprised you decide to wait until finish high school, instead getting married on your 18th birthday." She said, chuckling. I was starting to wonder if I was still in my bed, having some bizarre dream. Or, maybe some alien species has possessed my mom.

"Are you really my Mom?" I asked, bewildered.

"Yes, of course I'm your mom, Silly."

"Then, why aren't you behaving like her?"

"Did you expect me to be angry? And I'm guessing it's because of the things I have said about marriage and stupidity – and I'm not taking them back – but you need to understand that those things specifically applied to me. You are a different person than me Bella. Commitment was never your problem sweetie. You have a better chance at making this work than most forty- year -olds I know." She laughed, again. "My little middle-aged child. Lucky you seem to have found another old soul."

"So, you don't think I'm making a humongous mistake?"

"No, I don't think you are making a mistake, Bella. You are making the best decision for you. You two always have a connection – like nothing I've ever witnessed – even when you were only toddlers. And, if you have something so pure and beautiful like this you shouldn't let it go." She told me softly.

Her words brought tears into my eyes – but it was tears of happiness. "Thank you, Mom. You have no idea how much it means to have your support."

"Now, don't start the water work." She told me, though her eyes were also a little wet.

"I don't suppose you are coming home, now?" She asked.

"No, I can't leave him alone, Mom. He needs me, now."

"Alright Phil and I are leaving. I need to start on wedding planning. Bye."

"Mom, he hasn't even proposed me."

"But, he will." She grabbed Phil's hand and almost dragged him out of the house.

I chuckled at her enthusiasm. I hope the rest of our parents take the news with half as much enthusiasm. Because Edward and Mom's words painted a very happy immediate future in my mind and now that I caught glimpse of that future I wanted it more than ever.

-MF&LE-

"Miss Bella?" George's gentle voice brought me out of my daydream. I turn around to saw that he and merry were looking at me with an amused expression.

"What?" I blushed. I had a feeling that he had been calling my name for some time.

"I asked what I can do for you." He told me, trying to hide his smirk.

I looked at him at him questioningly – not getting why he was supposed to do anything for me.

"You said you need my help. Or, was that an excuse?" He asked, still amused.

Oh! To be honest, at first it was just an excuse but, now, a surprise for Edward seemed like a good idea. After today's drama he needed some special attention.

But the problem was I had absolutely no idea what to do for him. I mean, yeah, we had gone on dates but Edward had always planned those to shower me with attention – which was the reason I needed, more than ever, to return the favor and lavish him with attention, for once.

Edward was not a complicated person. He could find happiness in simple things…..as long as that included me! That gave me the perfect idea – a romantic date night.

-MF&LE-

EPOV

Presently, I was driving my parents to airport while Mom was sitting on the back seat and dad was on the passenger seat. We had been in the car for about fifteen minutes and I was already dying from the awkwardness. Since, mom was there I couldn't even drive more than sixty mile per hour and dad didn't have any good music in his car.

What was Isa thinking, when she asked me to do this, anyway? That we could solve all our problems in one and half hour?

Well, that was not happening.

I saw in my rearview mirror mom gave dad a pointed look. Dad took a deep breath, turned to me and opened his mouth as if to say something to me, then closed it.

He was, probably, afraid I would lash out on him again. I felt ashamed, again, for my rude behavior, but was glad that he didn't say anything. I didn't want to talk to him.

I knew I was being whiny and childish. But I didn't care. Was it so much to ask that I wanted to spend my birthday with my parents?

Maybe, I wouldn't have reacted so badly, if it weren't for the fact that my birthday evening was one of the few times I got to spend with my dad. He was always busy with his work and when he was home he stayed in his office, doing more works.

"So, you don't want to become a lawyer?" he finally asked.

Not again! "No" I replied defensively.

"Hold on. Let me finish. If you don't want to be a lawyer, what do you want to be?"

That caught me off guard. I didn't expect him to ask me that. "I want to be a mechanical engineer." I told him, honestly.

"Mechanical engineer, huh. Well, that explains the garage. I should have known I guess." He seemed to talking to himself, but he didn't look mad.

"You are not mad?" I asked.

"No, I'm not."

"Why not?" I asked, suspiciously.

"If this is what you want, then you should do it. I may not show it often but I want you to be happy, too." He told me ruefully.

"What about the firm?"

"You don't need to worry about the firm. Your happiness is more important than the firm" He shrugged.

I was surprised and, to be honest, a little touched by it.

I was still trying to grasp what just happened, when dad spoke, again. " So, Isa and our children? I hope you aren't planning on having these children anytime soon."

I groaned to myself, wishing to take back the words. What was I thinking when I said that?

"We are not." I finally squeaked out.

"I mean, you two are being safe, right? Pills are not always hundred percent safe. So, always use a con…."

"Dad, don't worry. We are being safe." I quickly assured him before he decided to give me another sex talk. I had enough sex talk to last a life time.

"Good. Her dad was a cop, Edward and he has permission to shoot. So, I would rather you don't do anything to get on his bad side." Dad snickered while I gulped.

"As much as I want to have grandbabies, I would rather you wait to finish your college – if not married." Mom said, while unsuccessfully tried to hide her amusement.

Mention of marriage reminded me Isa's worry about our parents' approval. It was perfect opportunity to talk. Mom will be thrilled, probably but I'm not sure about dad.

I cleared my throat and said, warily "Yeah, about marriage."

"What about marriage?" Mom asked.

"Isa and I want to marry next summer." I told them.

Mom squealed and hugged me – with seat and all.

"Elizabeth. He is driving." Dad chided her, chuckling.

"Sorry. I'm just excited." Mom said sheepishly and went to her seat – barely containing her enthusiasm.

"We can see that." He teased her.

"Congratulation, Son. I'm so happy for you." Dad said. He didn't try to smother me like mom but he looked genuinely happy.

"Really? You don't think marriage is going to ruin my potential or something." I asked, surprised, again.

"No, marrying Bella will not destroy your potential. On the contrary, I think she will be your strength when you need her." Dad told me.

The way he said 'marrying Bella' instead of just 'marriage', it was clear that the sentiment applied only for Isa. He almost sounded like a proud father. I didn't know he thought about her like that. Hell, I had thought to him she was just my friend and girlfriend.

But, it seemed I was wrong about him. He might not spend much time with us but he had always cared about us – including Isa.

"Thanks, Dad."

"Here, give this to her." Mom passed me something. I balanced the wheel one hand and took the thing with the other.

I saw that it was mom's engagement ring. She never took it off. "Thank you, Mom. It means a lot to us. I know she will love it." I told her sincerely and gave the ring to dad to put in my wallet.

"Now, hush. No need to thank me." She weaved it off. "Do you think she will like my wedding dress? She liked it before." She asked casually.

"Liked it before?" I raised an eyebrow.

Dad snorted as he handed me my wallet. "Didn't you know? Your mom has been planning your wedding since you kissed Bella on her eightieth birthday."

"What?" I was shocked.

"Well, you kissed her when you were eight. Why couldn't I plan a wedding?" She asked defensively.

I was embarrassed, recalling her eightieth birthday when I kissed Isa after watching Cinderella.

"But mom, I didn't mean it like that. I didn't even know what a kiss means, then." i mumbled.

"Whatever." She shrugged.

Dad seemed to enjoy watching both of us flustered. I just pressed my lips together and didn't say anything.

-MF&LE-

I slowed down the car as we near the red light before pressing the brake.

But the car didn't stop. I pressed harder on the brake – again, nothing. I tried again and again – still, nothing.

"Edward, watch it." Dad shouted, suddenly.

I looked up in time to see that we are about to crash with a car. I quickly swirled the car to left – almost into the off-road. I could hear the blazing honks of other cars.

"What the hell? Why aren't you stopping the car in red light?" Dad asked.

"The brake is not working." I informed, panicked.

"What do mean brake is not working? Try again. It has to work." Mom said. She was hysterical.

I tried again and again with no success while passing car after car. I could hear blazing honks of the cars.

"No!" sudden cries of my parents made me look again. What I saw made my heart stop beating.

We are almost near the cross and a tank truck was passing the road. If the brake wouldn't work soon we would crash with it and there was no way we were going to survive this.

I pressed on the brake furiously, praying it to work. I was so busy that I didn't notice dad had opened my seat belt until he opened the driver side door.

I looked at him questioningly and took a sharp breath. For the first time in my life I saw tear in his eyes.

"I love you, Edward, My son." He told me, sadly.

I had waited my whole life to hear those words from my dad but I hated it then. Because it sounded like he was saying goodbye to me.

My eyes widened when I realized what he was trying to do. "No!"

But, before the word left my mouth, he pushed me out of the car – toward off-road.

"Be happy with your Isa." It was my mother's word I heard before the car crash with the truck.

I saw, within a moment, the car exploded with my parents, before felt my back and head hit something hard. I heard a loud crack and a sharp pain on my back.

Then, I felt nothing at all. I couldn't even move a muscle.

Maybe I was also dying. Good I didn't want live, either. Both of my parents were dead. I had left nothing to live for.

Then I remembered my mom's last words. "Be happy with your Isa."

Isa! No! I couldn't die. She would be devastated. I had to live for my Isa.

I tried to get up, but I couldn't move. Come on! You can do this. You have to do this for Isa. I yelled to myself and tried harder. Still, I couldn't move a muscle.

I could hear voices, shouting. Why hadn't any one come to check on me, anyway? Hadn't any one noticed when dad pushed me out of the car?

I realized then, even though it felt like an eternity, it all happened very quickly. No one probably had noticed that.

I tried to cry for help. "Help. I'm here." But it came out as a whisper.

I felt my consciousness started to slip. No, I can't die. Isa. I whispered her name in my mind again and again – willing myself to stay alive. But I was too weak to fight the blackness starting to envelope my consciousness.

"Isa…." a whisper of her name escape my lips, before everything went black.

-MF&LE-

BPOV

"OUCH!" I yelped.

"Miss Bella, are you okay?" Merry asked. George and Merry both looking at me with worried expression.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just a paper cut." I told her breathing through my mouth. I could already salt and rusty smell of blood. My stomach churned and head spun. I forced myself to get a grip and not throw up.

"Let me take care of it." Merry examined my left hand ring finger.

"You are right. It's just a paper cut."

I tried not to look at my hand when she washed my finger in water and applied some ointment in my finger before wrapping a waterproof bandage around it.

"Can you still smell the blood, Miss Bella?"

"No. Thanks."

But, there was still an uncomfortable twist in the pit of my stomach –which had nothing to do with blood.

They must have noticed the strained look on my face, too. "Why don't you let me do the rest of dinner, Miss Bella?"

"But, I wanted to do everything myself."

"You have already done everything. I will only make the salad, take the potatoes out and broil the steak. You have even finished the sundae."

"Beside, you have other things to do. I'm sure you haven't bought the candles and flower for nothing." George told me.

"He is right. You go up stair. I'll take care of the dinner."

"Key." I said weakly and went upstairs.

I had decided to surprise Edward with a romantic candle light dinner in his suite, then we could do something else if he want or we could direct go to bed and make love.

As I placed the candles in his drawing room, the uncomfortable feeling return again.

To distract myself, I tried to imagine what it would be like to get married next summer; Edward and I leaving in a small apartment, going to college together, visiting Charlie in summer together, and spending Christmas in Florida, college graduation, getting our dream jobs, buying our own house, having our first child. It was perfect, everything I had ever wanted …. and some more.

I placed the candles and a single red rose on the table I had set up on his drawing room balcony, with the help of George. From the balcony, the view of the ocean and the beach was beautiful. Hmmm….I wondered if Edward will like a beach wedding.

I had saved the bedroom for last. Like the drawing room I placed the candles everywhere, except for the bedside dresser. I take out the bedside lamps and placed two large bowls of water; inside it I arranged some rose petals and small candles. Perfect. I still had some roses left; on a whim I scattered the petals on the bed.

Now, he won't have any problem understanding our after dinner program…..if he waits for the bedroom. I giggled at my silly thoughts.

After I had inspected my work and satisfied with it, I decided that it was shower time. After I took a long thoroughly shower, washed my hair, shaved my legs and blow dry my hair, I came out of the bathroom and opened my side of closet to find something suitable to wear.

After I had gone through the whole closet I found the perfect dress. It was a silver sequin dress. It was really short – it didn't even reach mid-thigh – and almost backless with strap like lace sleeves. I was surprised I own a dress like this. It must be mom's purchase and I had hid it here so she couldn't force me to wear it – and that would explain why I had it in the back of closet. I usually never wore such dress but I knew he will like it. To go with it I choose a pair of silver hills.

I pulled my hair into a side ponytail –so that he could get a nice view of my back– applied some mascara, eyeliner and a light lip gloss before putting on my dressed and shoes. I put on the dangling diamond earrings Aunt Elizabeth had given last Christmas with matching bracelet and of course my heart locket.

I saw it was 6.45 already. I was thinking going down stair and bring dinner up stair when I heard a knock on drawing room door accompanied with Merry's voice. I opened the door and saw Merry and George were with dinner. Merry place the dinner on the table and the sundae inside the mini fridge Edward had in his suite.

"The room looks really beautiful. But I don't think he is going to notice it." Merry told me after checking room.

I was panicked. "Why? Is it too much?"

"No, it's perfect. But I don't think he is going take his eyes off of you long enough to notice it." She teased.

I blushed and mumbled a thank you.

"Do you need any more help, Miss Bella?" George asked.

"No, thank you for your help." I told them sincerely.

"It was our pleasure, Miss."

"Alright, then I'll see you….tomorrow…..in evening." I told them emphasizing on evening and blushed.

They both gave me a knowing smile and left the room. After they left, I light the candles and sat on the bed.

As I waited for him, I looked at the pictures of us on the in front of his bed. There was picture of every important of our life, even some silly moments: losing our first tooth, first day at play school, our first Halloween he as a vampire me as a female vampire, our first and only camping trip when Edward had gotten both of lost in forest, up to our junior prom. In all those photos, one thing was common. Edward looked so carefree and happy. That was what I wanted. I would do anything; endure anything to for him be this happy and carefree.

More than anything else, I wanted him to always be happy and safe…with me.

A.N- I hoped you like it so far. Please review and let me know my mistakes and how you liked it.

Thanks for reading.