BPOV
"Hey ma, l was just wondering if maybe you could you know? Take me to the skate park…" Masen looked up at me under his long, black eyelashes, smiling innocently. I looked up at Angela, who just shrugged, never taking her eyes off her television.

"I want to go check out the bookstore in West Avenue tomorrow, so maybe we can stop by," I answered, smiling down at my son. Even though Masen was now 8 years old, it was still a little odd for me to think that l had a son. Of course, l didn't regret having Masen, he was the greatest thing l could have ever had. Masen Anthony Swan was born on the 18th January 2003; weighing just under seven pounds. He was a little earlier than expected, but not early enough to be labelled premature. I think l was in labour for over 10hours, Dr Shaw told me it was actually quite a quick birth. At the time, it didn't really feel like it but as soon as l saw my baby boy-time stood still. I would go through that whole painful process a million times more if l could. Masen had been my beautiful boy from day one, his strange coloured bronze hair was hardly there in the first few months; his unforgettable emerald eyes were always big and looking at you with such innocence; he was beyond perfect and l still could not believe that he was mine.

Charlie had been there the entire process, he wasn't exactly happy about my situation at the beginning but he dealt with it. He wanted to know who the father was, but my father had guns; as much as l wanted to hate Edward for what he did, l know that l could never feel that towards him. Renee however, had not been so nice about the whole thing. I thought the fact that she went through a similar process would mean that she would understand how l felt, but all she did was what she knew best and that was to go off in a childish strop.

I was scared, alone and depressed. By my 9th month of pregnancy, l had nothing to my name- not even a degree. I had no idea how l would ever cope raising a baby, the idea of adoption still lingering in my mind. I wanted my baby t be happy, to have a family that had enough money to give it a good life, enough love and care. My hands rested on my stomach as l gently rubbed on it as if it was a big bump all over again. It had become a habit that l never really dropped. I somewhat felt sad when l felt the flatness of my stomach, l enjoyed the relaxation the bump offered to me when l needed it.

The idea of adoption was blown out of my head the first time l saw Masen. I had always loved my baby, and that's why l wanted to give him to a good home. But Charlie was right beside me and helped me see that everything would okay. We would be okay.

"Of course you're going to the library!" Masen mumbled sarcastically under his breath, rolling his eyes. I chuckled and reached out to ruffle his soft hair. He groaned, playfully glaring at me and moving away slightly.

"Is it okay if he goes and showers Ange?"

Angela looked up at me and raised her eyebrow.

"You really don't need to ask me every time you need something Bella! Go on up kid!" Masen stood up from his sitting position and headed towards the stairs.

I smiled thankfully at Angela and took a seat next to her, she grabbed the remote and switched the TV off.

"Thank you so much, for inviting us here Ange, you have no idea how happy Masen was to find out he was coming here!" Angela sat Indian-style on her sofa facing me, she smiled and nodded her head.

"I should have invited you earlier huh? But of course l want you here Bella! You're my maid of honour!"

"Are you sure you want me to be that? I wouldn't mind if you changed your mind, being a guest is just as honourable!" Angela slapped me lightly on my arm and rolled her eyes.

"Don't be silly! Everyone who means something to me will be standing on the alter with me on my wedding day!" I blushed and looked down towards my fidgeting hands.

I really had no idea what l had done in life to deserve a friend like Angela. She was so sweet and calm, she was sort of like me- liked to blend into the background rather than being noticed. When l first moved to Forks at 15years old, l had hang out with Angela and her group of friends. I never really interacted with any of them except for Angela anyway. We weren't close until l came back with a baby bump.

Everyone who walked past me would look at me in disgust as if they had always known l was destined to be a whore, l was even called a whore by Jessica and Lauren. I was seen as the disappointment of my family for being such a young mother, plus the father was nowhere to be seen. Charlie told me to ignore them, but sometimes, l really felt like a whore- even if l knew l wasn't. Edward made me feel that way.

I used to sneak off to the library; it was like my sanctuary there. I could get lost in Jane Austin's novels and pretend like none of this was happening. Angela worked there at the time and she talked to me, like she used too. She never once judged me or asked what the hell happened at Stanford. We became extremely close over the next few months, she even came to visit me at the hospital with Mase. She had been a real true friend, so even if l didn't like the spotlight, l would do anything for her. I was extremely honoured that she choose me to have such an important role in her wedding, l don't think l will be much help to her but l would try my very hardest. It meant so much to me that she also loved Masen.

"Are you alright Bella?" Angela asked, pulling me out of my lost thoughts. I shook my head to clear my mind and lay back slightly. Her forehead creased with worry lines, l smiled towards her and nodded my head.

"yeh, just thinking about Life."

"Life's a bitch huh?" I chuckled at her statement, agreeing with her completely.

"I'm sorry Ben can't be here this first week, his parents really wanted him there you know?"

I sighed, of course they did. I knew l was keeping Angela away from her future in laws even if she denied it. Ben was a nice guy, definitely good enough for Angela. His parents were renewing their vow this weekend and of course their only son had to be there, his wife, not so much.

"Don't worry about it Ange, he'll be back next week right?" I asked, she nodded and took a sip of her water.

"You know Bella; l was thinking that we could drive down to Brooklyn Botanic Garden tomorrow? I know that Mase has a thing for beautiful landmarks and there's a skate park right around the corner!"

"That would be completely awesome Ange, though- I'm not sure Mase has his skateboard-"

"I have it!" We heard from above us, I chuckled and shook my head.

"You see that building over there Mase? That's West Park, they have a carnival this weekend and that's where the skate park is!" Ange pointed out visiting places as she drove us towards Brooklyn Botanic garden in her little blue Cleo. Masen had been bobbing his head up and down throughout the ride, looking out the window in awe. I was happy that he was enjoying himself!

"What's that Aunt Ange?" Masen pointed towards a bright building, sticking his head out of the window. I pulled him back into his seat and shook my head at him; he rolled his eyes and looked back out of the window.

"Oh, that's the theatre. They have this great showing of Bob the builder going on, l was actually-"Masen glared at her and she stopped talking, giggling under her breath.

"What am l, 3years old?" he asked rhetorically. He crossed his arms over his chest; l felt the corners of my lips tugging upwards. Sometimes, he acted like he was 3years old.

Angela parked her car and we got out and began walking towards the parking gates.

"Wow, mom look at the flowers!" Masen said enthusiastically, dragging me lightly towards the flower arrangement in front of the park. He scooped the camera out of my bag and took a couple of pictures, whilst he was preoccupied with that, l turned towards Angela and smiled gratefully.

"You really don't know how much this means to us Ange, thanks for suggesting this!" She smiled lightly at me and looked at the extremely happy little boy.

"You see over there? That's the Japanese garden, let's go look!" Masen ran ahead of us and we both laughed.

"Someone's done their research!" Angela joked, we began walked after Masen.

"This place is so beautiful, it's a shame we couldn't have our wedding pictures taken here."

"Why not?"

"It costs way more than the entire wedding!" Angela exclaimed, l laughed.

"Of course it does, aren't these the places that Brad Pitt and Angela Jolie get married at?" I asked half joking. Angela laughed and shook her head.

"I'm surprised you even know who those people were, with you being so anti television!" I stuck my tongue out at her and she rolled her eyes, smirking.

"What are you, 5? Your hanging out with your son way too much!"We both laughed and looked up, Masen's bronze hair disappearing down the small bridge.

"Come on, let's catch up before he does some disappearing act!"

Third Person

Masen looked behind him and sighed. His mom was like 27, yet she walked like she was 72years old. Pick up the paste grandma! He felt like shouting towards her, but didn't really want to disturb his peaceful surroundings. He looked around him and saw a young couple, walking through the Japanese garden, holding hands; a man sleeping the shadow of a tree. He himself was standing on top of the little wooden bridge. He looked down towards the water and gasped excitedly at the different things he saw. He saw different coloured fish swimming around, an eel and a starfish. He took a few pictures before running down the bridge. He wasn't that found of eels, they were a little dangerous.

Next thing he saw was 2 red lanterns lined up on the floor, with some sort of Japanese symbol on each of them. He bent down to get a closer picture of the symbols to show some of his classmates, maybe he could lie about stopping in Japan or something. That would sure impress the ladies.

Though, as quickly as he thought about it, it disappeared. His mother would have his head for even thinking that, lying to get a girl? What idiot would do that?

"I want that bridge painted white, and replace that red thing in the middle with a white basket!" The screechy voice yelled from behind Masen. He was quite scared to turn around, but imagine how the person being yelled out was feeling. Masen slowly turned around to see the 2nd most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Her shoulder length ginger hair shone with the sunlight, matching her pale complexion; her icy blue eyes were narrowed, throwing dangerously evil glares towards tree to Masen's right, he couldn't see all of her face- but he imagined it to be just as beautiful as the rest of her. Her body was slim, kind of matching his mother's, though she wore what looked like extremely expensive clothing. She was wearing skinny jeans, he couldn't see her top as it was covered with a new-looking leather coat. She began walking towards te Rose garden.

Masen looked towards the place she had once been standing and gasped as he looked at the purple scarf lying on the floor. He walked towards it quickly, picking it up. His mother taught him that if he ever found something on the floor, he should give it back straight away. This thing looked expensive, she would probably miss it greatly. He also didn't want the person on that phone getting an even bigger earful from her bad mood.

Though, his mother also taught him not to run off alone. He looked behind him, spotting his mother and Aunt just a few steps from climbing the bridge. He should be back by the time they cross the bridge they won't even notice. He knew how untrue that was but ignored that thought. He looked behind him once more before running towards the direction the ginger beauty had walked off to.

Once on the rose garden, he spotted the lady in front of him, he began walking on the pathway, admiring the beautiful roses. He would take pictures on his walk back.

The lady had been in a conversation with a guy who was dressed in what looked like a designer black suit. He was dressed like one of those guys in men to black; he looked tense as the lady spoke to him. Masen stopped walking a little scared, this guy was sort of huge, like incredible hunk huge.

Stop beings so stupid Masen! Your 8years old for crying out loud! The voice inside his head scolded him. Masen took a deep breath in and walked forwards. Before he could walk any closer, incredible hulk turned around; he couldn't tell whether the man was glaring at him or not.

"Can l help you little boy?" he took a step forwards, which caused the lady to swiftly turn around, glaring at Masen. Masen took a step back and contemplated running for his dear life.

"Urm…see, l err, l wanted to-" Masen stuttered, one because he was completely terrified of hulk over there and two, the ginger woman was even prettier up close. He's never spoke to an older woman like this!

"Tyler, deal with this will you? I don't have much time for interruptions today!" The lady spoke rudely towards the huge man, she glared at Masen once more before storming off ahead of them. Masen felt his eyes feel with tears because of the way she treated him. He shook his head, he wasn't a baby anymore. He shouldn't cry over silly things. The man in black kneeled down towards Masen.

"I'm sorry about Ms Tanya. She can be a little cold hearted at times." His gruff voice said. Masen looked up at the giant man to find him smiling at him sympathetically.

"Really? She's kind of scary," Masen croaked, finding his voice. Tyler laughed lightly and resumed his smile.

"Yeh, she is! But I've dealt with much worse! So what can l do for you?"

Masen remembered the scarf in his pocket. He took it out quickly and pushed it into Hulk's hand. E knew his name now, but he really preferred hulk. Hulk/Tyler looked down at the scared confused.

"It was the lady's. She dropped it and l just wanted to give it back to her." Masen felt like he had to explain himself, l bet hulk thought he was a stalker of something.

"Oh right. That was very nice of you, I'll make sure she-" he was interrupted by someone pulling him up.

"What the hell are you doing man? Do you want to get both of us killed?" A new hard voice grumbled harshly at Hulk. Masen looked up at the new dude and almost had a child heart attack. Was New York arks full of huge people? What kind of park was this? Masen backed up a little, trying to run off unnoticed but the other guy with the black hair glared at him, which froze Masen into place.

"And who the hell are you?" He asked rudely.

Hulk nudged him, warning to shut up. They both turned around, facing ahead of me.

"I want you to cancel her plans in Alaska….I don't care who the hell looses their jobs! Just do what l fucking said!" An angry man's voice spoke as he reached the two big guys. Masen guessed he was the one in the middle, as he had two guys plastered to each of his side.

"What's up boss?" Hulk asked one of the guys, Masen assuming he was the man on the phone. This dude had what were assumed bodyguards! Who the hell was this guy? Barack Obama? Masen side stepped to get a better look at who he thought was the president of the USA, which he thought was very brave.

What he saw was completely unexpected though.

Bronze hair.

Angry emerald eyes.

Pale like complexion.

This guy was the exact replica of the picture Masen had at home. He stood there, gasping- trying not to faint like a little girl whilst taking this man in.

The man turned towards Masen, glaring.

"Who the hell is this?" He asked. It took a couple of seconds before his face blanked. Masen wanted to move, to say something but was frozen in his place. He couldn't take his eyes of this guy, who looked exactly like his father.

"He just came to return Ms Denali's scarf, sir." Hulk answered quickly, took a step forwards to retrieve Masen, but boss guy held his hand out- stopping him silently.

"What's your name?" He asked Masen rudely.

Masen opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before he whispered his name.

"MASEN!" H heard his mother calling him closely, he broke from his spell and turned around towards his mother's voice. She sounded worried, like she had been crying. Masen closed his eyes tightly. He never wanted to make his mother cry. He heard someone mutter a low curse. He was about to run towards his mother's voice when she stepped into the vision, panting. She sighed in relief as she saw her son standing there and began running towards him.

"Bella?" his mother froze into place and looked up and Boss man. Her eyes went wide, she looked frightened.

Masen new then, he had found his father.

So guys, l was thinking everytime l write Bella's POV, maybe include some Masen? It's a bella and edwrad story but Masen's a huige part of it all.

Tell me what you think!

Much love

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