Chapter Three

For the first year, Mason and I heard from Edward and Marie everyday. Sometimes we got letters with pictures and his precious handwriting filling up pages of exciting things that happened, including walking and first words, which happened to be da da. It killed me that I could not experience these things hands on with my only daughter.

But about a year and a half later the letters stopped coming, as did the phone calls. I was terrified that they were caught by the Volturi, and I was terrified for Edward and the rest of my family everyday.

Renee had died. It was a heart attack that took my mother from me. It was time to move on, Edward didn't want me anymore. He wasn't coming back for me or our son Mason.

So Mason, who was now 17, and myself moved. He was tall like his father, but his hair was brown like mine. He had chocolate brown eyes and a boyish figure yet still very muscular. He was a lot like Edward in many ways. He was very protective of me, I never knew why, shouldn't I have been protecting him? Well either way he was certainly not a full vampire. He had never hunted, and I don't think he would ever need too. His eyes were a constant brown unless he was angry, in which case they turned black. But he did get the inhuman beauty that vampires so often received, but he was Edward's son after all. Girls often called, and I would tell them what he told me to in order to get rid of them.

"Why didn't you ever try dating here?" I asked him while we were packing our stuff. I deeply wished that he would be able to find love as I did when I was his age.

He shrugged, "No one caught my interest." He said smiling a crooked smile. This made me laugh.

"No one was good enough for my baby boy?" I asked smiling.

His crooked smile grew bigger, "I guess not."

My smile quickly faded as his crooked grin reminded me of my one and only true love, the one that was lost forever. He knew this and the smile was instantly gone.

"Mom-" He started.

"I'm fine," I interrupted before he could finish, promising things that I knew would never come. I knew Edward would never come back.

When I found out that the Cullen house was for sale, I couldn't help myself. I bought it, "So where are we moving again?" He asked me.

"It's a place called Forks. It's where I met-" I caught myself. I couldn't even say his name without ending on the floor gasping for air.

"Edward." He mumbled almost so I couldn't hear him, almost.

"Yeah." I said trying to smile. I was interested to see what the teachers at school thought when they saw the spitting image of Edward Cullen. I would have to ask Mason, also another trait he picked up from his father, mind reading.

"You ready?" I asked Mason after hopping into the moving truck. It was a cloudy day, so Mason and I could go out into the sun without sparkling, which Mason also did.

"Yep." And with that I pulled away from the house that had never been home and headed towards our fate.