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"So much of me is made of what I learned from you. You'll be with me, like a handprint on my heart." –from "For Good", the Cast of Wicked.
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BPOV
Jasper and I were silent as we drove past the familiar sights of Forks, but my heart was beating so loudly I'm sure he could hear it.
"I'm going to call Edward." I murmured, pulling out my cell phone. Jasper nodded and his fingers tightened on the steering wheel, although he continued to stare straight ahead out onto the road ahead of us. The road to our parent's house. My mom had been allowed to go home, because, as Edward had put it, there was nothing more that could be done.
I waited impatiently as the phone rang, and then Edward finally picked up. "Hello?" He answered, and I could hear a loud commotion in the background.
"Edward, it's me." I sighed, glancing out the window as we drove past Forks High School. "What's going on?" I asked, referring to the very loud noises I could hear over the line. Edward chuckled and I could picture his crooked smile perfectly.
"Well…Lizzie is watching television, but she insisted on listening to the radio at the same time. And Anthony…Anthony has fallen in love with his own reflection." He laughed. "He caught a glimpse of himself in the reflection of the television and now every single time he walks past a reflective surface he puts his hands on it and just stares and laughs."
"Aw." I smiled to myself, wishing I hadn't left my little boy at home. "So things are going okay?" I asked.
Jasper glanced at me, smiling slightly and shaking his head back and forth.
"Of course, love." Edward assured me. "I just sent Elizabeth upstairs to get ready for bed." Sure enough, the noises in the background had stopped. "I think Anthony misses you." He added. "I'm holding him and he keeps grabbing for the phone."
Yep…he was mommy's little boy. "I think we'll head home in two days or so." I informed him as Jasper nodded as a conformation. "I have to go, honey. We're almost to the house."
"Okay. I love you, Isabella. Everything is going to be fine. And tell Jazz hello for me." He said in a lilting voice, and I bit my lip. I was trying not to think about what was to come.
"I love you too. And thank you." I said. I tapped Jasper's shoulder and pointed to the phone, mouthing 'Edward says hello and sends his good wishes'. Jasper nodded in response, but his red rimmed eyes only met mine for a second before looking back to the road. "Jasper says hi, and thanks. Bye, baby."
"Bye." Edward said, and then I snapped my phone shut and slid it back into my pocket.
Just as I did so, Jasper pulled the car into the driveway of our childhood home. Neither of us moved, we both just looked up at the cozy white house until Jasper slowly reached for my hand and held it gently. "Bells…" he began, his voice cracking slightly. "I love you." He said in a gruff voice, pulling me into an awkward hug, considering we were still wearing our seatbelts.
"I love you too, Jazz." I murmured, unbuckling my seat belt as soon as he released me and leaning over the center console to place a soft kiss on top of his curly blonde hair. "Just promise me we're in this together."
Jasper nodded as we both got out of the car. "Always, little sister."
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My mom didn't look much different than she had over the past few months. Her face was more pale and weary, but there was still a certain brightness in her eyes that made me not want to give up hope. She had been asleep when Jasper and I had gotten there, but she had woken up not long after. Charlie had made us dinner and it pained me to see that she hardly ate anything.
Now, it was nearing midnight and I was sitting crosslegged on the bed in my old room, flipping through a photo album. It was one I had not seen in a long time, the one that documented my childhood and teenage years.
I smiled to myself, touching the corner of a picture of Edward and I when we were eight. It had been taken after his father's funeral, and neither of us were smiling or looking at the camera. We were sitting on porch of his house, and he was resting his head on my shoulder.
Back then, I had been the one to comfort him. Now, it seemed that our roles had been switched.
I flipped the page and grinned at the next picture, also of Edward and I together. It had been taken on Edward's sixteenth birthday. We were perched on the hood of Edward's brand new car, and his arm was hooked care freely around my neck as I was planting a big, sloppy kiss on his cheek. I couldn't even express how much I missed those days.
There was no doubt that I loved my life and my children. But what I wouldn't give to go back to being a teenager…to relive those years of my life.
"Bella." I glanced up, startled. Renée stood in the doorway, wearing a robe and no headscarf. "Why are you still up, baby?" She asked feebly, coming over and sitting on the bed next to me.
"I couldn't sleep." I said softly, putting my arm around her waist. "So I decided to look at this." I gestured towards the picture album, and Renée nodded with a small smile on her face.
"Edward is so good to you." She said in a happy voice, and I nodded.
"He really is."
Renée turned the page and sighed, skimming her brittle looking fingers over a picture on the next page. It was one I had not seen before. I hadn't even known it was taken.
I recognized it easily, though. Edward and I's backs were to the camera and we were sitting on the edge of a hospital bed. Edward's arms were wrapped around me, and I knew it had been taken after Carlisle and Esme had left the hospital with Marie. Fourteen years ago.
"I'm so sorry, Bella." Renée suddenly said. "When you got pregnant with Marie…I was so terrible to you and Edward."
"You were scared." I whispered. "You thought you had failed me. But you didn't, mom. Look at me know; I'm so happy and so blessed."
Renée smiled at me, bringing her hand up to pat my cheek gently. "Still…" She murmured, her eyes sad. "I really am sorry."
"Apology not needed, but accepted." I assured her.
The time for apologizing was in the past.
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