Summary: Danielle's first move with the Cullens from Chicago to Portland. Danielle is six years old.
LEAVING ON A JET PLANE
"Where are we going again?" I asked Emmett as he put another box in the truck. He just chuckled.
"Where do you think we're going, squirt?" Emmett asked. "I'll give you a hint – it starts with a P."
"Paris!" I smiled. Alice always talking about Paris. Emmett laughed even harder and messed up my hair.
"Not Paris, you silly goose, although I'm sure Alice would love that," he smiled. Jazzy came up behind him with another box and just rolled his eyes.
"You'd never get her to leave," he whispered.
"Alice showed me pictures on the computer," I told them. "She showed me the Fievel tower and the bridge with all the locks on it! She said she would take me there when I'm older!"
Jasper and Emmett just kept laughing at me.
"First of all," Jazzy picked me up and tickled me. "It's the Eiffel tower- Fievel's the mouse from that movie you watch all the time," he teased.
"Oh yeah," I laughed and wiggled out of Jazzy's arms.
"Second of all, you're going to have to be way older before we let Alice take you to Paris," he smiled. Emmett nodded.
"Like, ten?" I asked. Jazzy's eyes widened and he shook his head.
"Like, ten thousand," he said, but I knew he was kidding.
"There you are," Mom said from the doorway. "I was wondering where you ran off to. I need you to help me finish packing your room, otherwise you're going to be sad when you can't find something in Portland."
"Portland!" I shouted at Emmett, and everyone cringed. We were going to Portland.
"Yes, munchkin," Emmett recovered. "We're going to Portland."
Are you okay, sweetie?" Daddy asked me when we were sitting on the plane. I was in between him and mommy. Nobody else was on the plane. They were all driving to Portland. Mommy and Daddy said we wouldn't see them until Friday because it took so long to get there.
"The plane is really big," I whispered to him. I didn't know it was going to be this big. I was excited to fly in a plane before I got here, but now I wasn't so sure. Brian from my kindergarten class said he flew on a plane when he went to Disney, and he had a lot of fun, but he got sick. I didn't want to get sick.
"It is, but that's how it holds so many people. Remember how big you thought your school bus was the first time you rode in it?" Mommy said. I nodded. I did think my school bus was really big. I was scared because I didn't know who to sit next to. None of my brothers or sisters rode the school bus with me.
"Brian said he got sick on a plane," I added. "I don't want to get sick."
"It's okay if you get sick," Daddy said. "It happens. When we go up in the sky, your tummy is going to start doing flips, and it might feel funny. Some people get sick because of that."
"Are we going to see my mommy in the sky?" I asked, looking out the window. I hoped we could see my mommy. I missed her.
"I'm sorry, baby," Mommy Esme squeezed my hand. "Airplanes don't go that high, unfortunately."
"That's okay. I just want her to meet you. I don't think she'd mind you being my mommy," I told her, hugging her. Mommy held me tight, and Daddy rubbed my back.
"We're about to take off, so we need you to buckle her in," one of the ladies from the airplane said. Mommy let go of me and Daddy helped me with the seat belt.
"Are you ready for takeoff, sweetie?" Mommy asked me, smiling. I nodded excitedly. Daddy unwrapped my lollipop and told me to start eating it. It was cherry flavored – my favorite.
We started moving, and then we moved even faster. I gripped the armrest beside me tight, but Mommy and Daddy quickly took both of my hands. Daddy pointed out the window for me to look, and as we flew up into the sky, everything got smaller and smaller. The whole city of Chicago became like one of my toy villages. Soon, we couldn't see any people anymore.
"Are you feeling okay, love?" Daddy asked me. I nodded. My ears hurt a little, but the lollipop was helping. My stomach was doing flips, but I didn't feel like I was going to be sick.
"She's having the time of her life, Carlisle," Mommy smiled at Daddy. She rubbed my hand. When Chicago disappeared, I felt a little sad.
"Are we ever going to come back here?" I asked my parents. They quickly looked at each other, but then Daddy just shrugged.
"Probably not for a long time, but maybe someday," he suggested. "This is an important place to you, so we will probably take you back here someday."
"When you're older," Mommy added. I nodded.
"Like, ten thousand?" I frowned. That was a long time away. "Jazzy said I had to be ten-thousand before I could go to Paris with Alice." Mommy and Daddy both chuckled.
"Maybe before you turn ten-thousand," Daddy ran his fingers through my hair, smiling.
