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Chapter Seven – Our Angel in Heaven
-Emmett's POV-
Five years ago, I married the most beautiful woman in this world. She happens to be the only woman to completely understand me. Then again, growing up together in the same household had helped with that factor. My lovely wife's name is Rosalie Lillian Hale-Cullen. We were married at nineteen, the summer after our first year at college. Eighteen months later, Rosalie gave birth to our first child. We named him partly after my late brother. We gave Jamey Edward's middle name. James Anthony Cullen was Rosie and my little miracle. At first, he was a bit of a controversy, our parents telling us we were too young to have a child and that our focus would be less on school and more on raising a kid. That didn't stop Rosie and me. When Jamey was born, I felt reborn myself. It's hard to believe, but Jamey is now three years old.
When I first held Jamey in my arms, my mind wondered off to my brother and I could come up with no excuse on why I would ever hurt my own child. Maria had been a seriously ill woman, mind wise, to be able to abuse, no murder, her own son. There was no way I could ever strike my son, as I gazed into his soft, innocent eyes.
When Jamey turned twenty months old, Rosie gave birth to our beautiful little girl. My daughter's name is Jenny Mae, she's two years old.
Jamey looks like just like me, lucky kid. He's quite the handsome little fellow with a quirky personality. Dad has told me that Edward had a quirky personality as well. I guess that's where Jamey inherited it from, it runs in the blood. Jenny, on the other hand, is the spitting image of her mother. She's absolutely beautiful. She's more reclusive, shies away from others constantly. Jenny's also got this strange fear of dirt. She can't stand to be dirty. If she has grass on her feet or there's mud on the ground, she becomes very upset and starts crying, wanting to be moved away from the dirt as quickly as possible. I can't wait until she grows out of that stage.
My son's fourth birthday is coming up next month. His birthday is June 24th. He is having a Dinosaur themed party. He absolutely adores dinosaurs. His favorite is the brontosaurus. Jenny likes the t-rex. But she's quite into princesses right now.
My father has gone back to Forks to visit Edward again. He hasn't been there since the day we visited ten years ago. But he took a flight out yesterday. Today was the 20th anniversary of Edward's death. My father felt the need to pay his respect and I honor him for that. I would've gone along as well but I couldn't get off work. But my dad can speak for me. Edward knows I love him.
I sometimes wonder who Edward would be today… God, I hate Maria! I vow on my life I will never, ever hurt my kids physically, emotionally, or sexually. If I ever did, I would want to be sent to hell immediately. I hope Maria's there burning eternally for killing my big brother.
-Alice's POV-
Wow I feel old, I'm twenty-three… Jasper and I got married two years ago, the day after my twenty-first birthday! Nine months later our son was born. Yes, Edward Benjamin Hale was a honeymoon baby. My wonderful, darling husband allowed us to name our son after my big brother. Jazz knows that I hold a special place in my heart for that little boy, so Jasper said it would be an honor to keep my brother's memory alive through our son. Eddie was eighteen months old now!
Little Edward, he's a story himself. Eddie was born two weeks early and gave Jazz and I quite a scare at his birth. He had come out with the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck. Fortunately it was wrapped only lightly around his neck so the doctors were able to start his lungs and he began breathing normally. When I didn't hear my baby's cry I nearly died right there. But when the nurse placed the little bundle on my chest, my heart restarted with life and I fell in love with that infant instantly.
My dad gasped and tears came to his eyes when he saw the color of my son's eyes… emerald green. They were my late brother's eyes. Dad told me a few days later, that when he held little Eddie for the first time, it brought back several painful and blissful memories he had of my dear brother Edward when he was born in 1987. I held my dad in a tight hug for a few minutes as he recollected himself. I then let him share with me the memories he was drowning in of my brother's birth and early childhood. I smiled and laughed at the memories. He then pulled out an old photo album of Edward. I remember gasping, my son was the spitting image of my brother. Sure little Eddie had parts of Jasper and me in him, but my baby definitely picked up the Cullen traits that Edward had inherited.
Now eighteen months later – If I were to hold up a picture of my brother at eighteen months next to my son's , you would guess they were twins or brothers. They are identical to one another. My son even has Edward's messy, out of control, bronze hair. My father has mentioned it seems as if Edward has been reincarnated in my son. That would be special, but eerie if I believed in reincarnation.
I really had wanted to go with my father to Forks, Washington, to tell my brother all about my son. But unfortunately, Jasper had to go out of state for a business trip so I had to stay home and watch Eddie. Dad promised me he would tell Edward about Eddie so that made me feel reassured.
I believe my brother would have been an amazing person had he had the opportunity to grow up and blossom into the person he was destined to be. My father has told me that Edward expressed much interest in the piano when he was alive as a child. Maybe Edward would have been a pianist or composer? Who knows… I just know I love him and I pray he is resting in peace.
-Carlisle's POV-
"Daddy, you're home! I missed you, daddy!"
I smiled as I watched my son run towards me and jump into my awaiting arms. He was smiling brightly.
"Hey, buddy! How was your day?"
"Good! I got all stars on my spelling test!"
"Good job, Edward. I told you you'd do well."
"I was the only one in my class to get all the words right."
"You're my smart little boy, that's why."
"Thanks for helping me."
"That's my job, bud."
I walked into the living room with my son in my arms and deposited him on the couch. I then leant forward and tickled him. I relished his laughter… his brilliant green eyes always lit up brightly when he laughed and his smile was blinding.
"No, don't tickle me!" I continued to tickle him, "Stop, daddy that tickles!" After a while I stopped and allowed Edward to catch his breath.
"Do you know what?"
"What daddy?"
"I have a secret for you."
"What's the secret?" His curiosity was always full of innocence and wide-eyed wonder.
"You are the greatest little boy ever." He smiled at me. "I love you, Edward."
"Love you, daddy. Can we go to the park and play baseball?" My son asked eagerly.
I grinned, "Absolutely."
I now sat in front of my son's grave and traced my hand over it gently. Twenty years had worn the freshness out of the grave stone. It was weathered but the words carved into it still stood out clearly.
"It's been a long time hasn't, Edward? You're an uncle now. Emmett has two kids Jamey and Jenny. And Alice has a son named Eddie. I swear Eddie is you at times… its spooky how alike you two are. Alice tries not to see it, but every time I see Eddie all I see is you, Edward. I love being a grandpa, it's the second best feeling in world, next to being a father. I have no reason not to spoil the little ones now. It's my job." I laughed gently. "Myself, Emmett, and Alice; we all have a picture frame of you sitting on our fireplace mantels, to remember you… I find myself questioning who you would've been, son. You had such a good heart… I think you would've followed in my footsteps and became a doctor. You had the brains, Edward. I wonder about what kind of girl you would have married and what you would've named your babies. It's nice to wonder but it brings me down, so I try not to think about those things often. You're in my heart son, please remember that." I placed a tiny rose on my son's grave. "I love you, Edward, so much. And someday in the next thirty years or so I will see you again. This I promise you. I'm not sure the next time I'll be able to come out here and visit you. But please remember, even if I don't get a chance to make it back here that you are with me always. I love you, son." I stood up. Before I walked away from the grave, I spoke softly, "May you forever rest in peace, Edward. My little concrete angel…"
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