Disclaimer:
I, obviously, do NOT own The Twilight Saga; any characters, events, places, scenarios, etc. all belong to Stephanie Meyer; I, also, do NOT own most of the places used in the story, I will try to references any factual places of point that I may use - I DO, however, own my sappy heart and perverted mind! xP I, also, do NOT own any of the lyrics used in the storyline, all music belongs to their respected owners - for the sake of LDB the character of Edward Cullen is a musician and writes music and scores, however I will give all credit where credit is due in my E/N's.
Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?
Watching you stand alone
All of my doubts suddenly goes away, somehow
One step closer
I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
[BPOV]
I drove home pissed the fuck off, playing the voicemails back in my head one at a time as I drove – slowly – through the busy streets of Denton; I despised downtown during rush hour.
"Ms. Swan, this is Mrs. Beliz from Denali Elementary, it's ten after three PM and Mr. Laurent isn't here for Annberlyn. We've tried to contact him with no response; we'll try the next emergency contact, now… Mr. Cullen, before contacting the authorities. Thank you."
"Hey Izzy," James barked loudly, it had sounded like Paul and Embry were shouting in the background. "Can't get off work – who Christmas shops in October anyway?" Responsible people, that's who; there was a muffled sound as he hollered an order and came back to the line, "So, maybe Eddie-Boy can grab her, huh?" Click.
That had been at three-thirty, I was livid! The moment I stepped out of Wal-Mart my phone began to buzz frantically; what was it about their building that cut off all reception to my mobile devices? After four failed attempts to Edward's cell I was nervously cursing every person in my way until I pulled into our driveway twenty minutes later. I quickly shut off the engine, forgetting all my belongings in the car and ran for the door, wrenching it open – my chest tight with anxiety – I stopped short as I heard Annberlyn's laugh flutter down the hallway towards me. The sound was like a million tiny wind chimes, tinkling in the summer's light breeze – the sun bouncing off glass, shining rainbows across my heart, oh God and how my heart rose. I didn't know what I thought I would find; of course Edward would have her, he said he would.
I walked through the front foyer, past the stairs and through the door that led into the game room, her high laughter had settled down into quiet giggles; I stopped, listening to which direction they came from.
"What do you say to that?" A maniacal squeal followed.
"Hm-Mmm… That's not my shade, Monkey," I could hear the frown in Edward's voice.
I turned to my right and crept quietly around the pool table towards the double-swing door that separated the front part of the house from the back, pushing it slightly forward I could see Annberlyn standing on the bathroom sink in front of Edward, blocking his reflection.
She moved her tiny hands over his face and continued talking, "My dad never lets me do this."
"He's not man enough," I could hear his crooked-grin, I smiled.
"He doesn't love me as much as you do," she whispered. I bit my lip; it was true, wasn't it – no matter how damn much I tried to deny it, deny them. Fuck.
"Maybe," he simply replied.
"I love you, daddy," she whispered.
"I love you, too, Monkey," he said, picking her up from the counter, looking up into the mirror – his eyes locking with mine. "Well look whose home."
I pushed open the door and smiled at my roommates as I walked up, leaning in to kiss my daughter.
"Hiya mommy," she sang, "How was work?"
"Good, I suppose… same as usual – I start editing that new children's book next week, so I'll have more time at home," she smiled. "Did you learn anything at school," we continued our usual diatribe as I walked past them to the kitchen table, followed by Edward who deposited Annberlyn on the table top.
"No. I already know everything there is to know," she shrugged, running her fingers through her long burnt sienna-colored hair.
So sophisticated – can Karma kick me in the ass for scoffing at my seven year-old daughter?
You really should stop, Isabella – she's a byproduct of your upbringing... you are the only one to blame, here.
No, I can blame Alice!
"No kiss for me," Edward pulled me out of my inner monologue with myself, leaning in where I sat.
"No!" I laughed, "I prefer red on my men, not 'Bombastic Berry'." I doubled over as he puckered up and grabbed my face, attacking my forehead and cheeks repeatedly; Annberlyn giggled excitedly. "What's the special occasion, anyway," I asked after I finally pushed my assailant off me and began rummaging through my purse for a napkin – too lazy to walk to five feet to the paper towel holder on the counter across the room. Hey – don't judge, I've worked all day…
Annberlyn scrambled to her feet, standing on a chair as Edward clicked his tongue at her in disapproval.
"Hold on. First…" he rushed to the refrigerator as she scrambled down from the chair and ran to the cabinets returning with three champagne flutes.
I watched as he filled two flutes with champagne and one with apple juice; he slid me one champagne-filled glass, I smiled as I watched B snake her hand towards his glass before he slid it around and replaced it with her apple juice – she stuck her tongue out at him.
"What's this about," I asked, confused, looking between them.
"Okay," Edward said, wiping the rest of the lipstick off his mouth. "Monkey, go –"
"Edward sold our song!" she squealed, grinning from ear to ear.
"Wait… What? What song," I looked between them. Annberlyn's crystal blue eyes wide and wild with excitement, her grin so wide her cheeks dimpled, my heart swelled with so much love; Edward's right hand ran through his hair nervously, his chartreuse eyes twinkling, his mouth barely curved at the corners; my stomach knotted.
"'A Thousand Years'" he smiled, a small blush beginning to creep up, slowly – he rarely blushes, "and 'Love Death Birth.'"
I sat, stunned. I remembered 'A Thousand Years', he had wrote it a week after moving in, he said Annberlyn had been his muse, but which was 'Love Death Birth' – oh…
Oh!
"Oh," I gasped, a little embarrassed. "Congratulations," I shouted, offering my flute in toast, the two of the following suit. "We must celebrate – go out to dinner somewhere."
[ABPOV]
"Can I have my own side, please?" I may be seven years-old but I'm not stupid. I'm smart. I'm freakishly smart; like, I'm smarter than most of the kids in my class. I know what I want. I know that I don't want to be stupid James Laurent's kid forever; I want to be Edward Cullen's. I will be. I was raised by Isabella Marie Swan and Mary Alice Brandon – I'm a smart one.
"Annberlyn, don't be ridiculous," mommy snorted.
I rolled my eyes and continued playing my video game; Mario Kart was the game at the moment – although it bored me to tears. "Oh, how 'bout we practice words that start with the letter 'M' – like, 'Murder' and 'Moron'," I muttered – should've kept that one to myself.
"Hey, watch your damn mouth, young lady or I'll bust your ass when we park the car," she stated curtly, looking at me with narrowed eyes in the mirror. I hrrrumph'd and turned off my console.
My point being is that one day I will be Annberlyn Devlin Swan-Cullen. I'll even bet I get my side of the booth at the restaurant we go to… just wait and see.
"Edward, can I listen to your phone?"
"Sure, sweet pea," he pulled it from his coat pocket and turned around in the passenger seat handing it to me. "Who do I need to add to your iPod?"
I smiled as I touched the bright pink headphone picture on the screen and ran my finger down, watching the words fly by; I loved daddy's phone – of course, I was very careful that he was always 'Edward' when mommy was around. I kept going until I found the song I loved and pressed it.
"This one," I smiled as I hummed along, kicking my heels softly against the bottom of my booster seat.
xxxxxxx
"Dance with me, Monkey," Edward stood in his work room swaying.
Years went by and nothing changed
The love we shared just stayed the same
As hair grew grey on top of our heads
Every night I quietly said
I ran in, my purple dress flowing around me while I giggled; he looked so silly as he twirled his wrists and shook his hips.
"This is 'the Carlton'."
"'The Carlton'," I squealed and mocked his moves as I moved in circles. "I've never seen such a dance," I laughed but continued to do all the silly dances I learned from my nana Renee.
"Have you never seen 'The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air'?"
From now on
From now on will be
You and me, we will be
From now on
From now on will be
You and me
You and me, we will be
"No," I laughed some more. His green eyes twinkled like gem stones, the sunlight coming in made his hair look bright red.
He reached out and took me in his arms and started twirling me around on the rug in the center of his work room where the sun shone the most.
From now on
Only your dreams
Only your dreams
Only your dreams
From now on
Only your dreams
From now on
Only your dreams
From now on
Only your dreams
From now on
You and me
You and me
We will be
xxxxxxx
"Have you thought of what you want to be for Halloween, B – we're getting kinda close." I looked up at mama, finishing my cheese stick, stretching my legs out across my side of the booth. I had won, thanks to daddy, I smiled – he winked back knowingly.
"I want to be Edward," I looked at mama, square in the eyes – this was going to take strategy. I heard daddy choke but couldn't allow myself to look his way, "A Cullen, really."
E/N's:
Okay, okay, okay! So, let's get all this song reference bullshit out of the way, shall we? Yea, so A Thousand Years is a song performed by Christina Perri specifically for the Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn Part 1 soundtrack, however it was written by Christina Perri AND David Hodges. In my storyline, though, Edward wrote the song and Christina buys it. The second song, and probably, the more and important one, would be Love. Death. Birth., itself which is probably one of the most prominant songs off the Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn Part 1 soundtrack because if you know the song (the last one on the album) and you've seen the movie then you recognize it throughout damn near the whole movie. ((: The genius behind the score is Carter Burwell, himself - as was the genius behind all other scores on the Twilight soundtracks; he, also, did In Bruges (an awesome film starring Colin Farrell), Where the Wild Things Are, The Blind Side, and The Devil Wears Prada - to name a few. Again, Edward composed the music in my story and someone, not sure who at this point procurred it.. can't say why just yet. ;) Last, but certainly not least, the last song mentioned and used as the title of the chapter is From Now On by the Features - who, I'm pretty sure write their own music - which (shocker! :o) can, also, be found on your local Twilight Saga: the Breaking Dawn Part 1 album. I mean, pretty much guys if you haven't already bought the CD - do so, you won't regret it. xP
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lolapink17:Yes, he really is - not a lot of men (or women) are like that concerning their significant others children but I think that Edward was hooked from day one when it came to Annberlyn; she's a lil' monster, though and has only gotten worse with age I'm afraid. Haha. As this being my first chapter story (my second Twilight-related fic, thus far) I am trying to show as much appreciation to the people who are showing their support to me because it does mean a lot, I can think of no other way, then this. x3
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-Bella-
Oh Lord, help us all- we have been watching way too many B horror movies last night & today ... it's really not healthy for her mentality; I really am sorry everyone- don't be weary, she's not as crazy as she seems. -E.
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