Bpov

As she curled the last loose tendril of hair I giggled.

"You're a princess Isabella, and don't let anyone tell you any different. No one shall treat you as any less." My mother cooed to me,

I stared at the cookie before me and took a deep breath of the floral scent in the air around me.

It was my tenth birthday party; ten was pretty big for me. It was the most looked forward to party of the year. My mother was known for that.

As my friends and family sang happy birthday to me and my dad and I cut the cake, I couldn't take my eyes off of mom. She was happy, glowing I studied her carefully.

As I blew my candles I watched as she winked at my father.

I kneeled down and gently placed a hand on my stomach.

This was what I did every Saturday.

"Bella, we have another present for you princess." My father said softly before I started for the stairs to my room. I had just finished signing my name and the guests name on the pre-made thank you cards, and was heading to bed.

'Present.' I mouthed silently.

I took small ballerina steps to the couch and leaped onto my dad's lap. Turning all my attention to them I nodded and smiled. "Yes?"

"Isabella Marie Swan, you know we love you yes?" My mom questioned rhetorically.

I nodded and grinned wide.

That's when I choked out a laugh.

"You're going to be a big sibling, like Emmett and all your other friends" She smiled and tucked the same loose curled tendril behind my ear.

"Yay!" I deadpanned picking at the grass.

"Really? Yes!" I clapped and grinned widely. My parents were as excited as I was.

Logan James Swan was born on April 7.

I loved Logan; he was like one of my dolls only better.

My mother died a few months after Logan was born. September 13, my birthday.

The cause was unknown at first, but I, of course being the naïve person I was blamed my brother.

It was later determined that she formed a Pulmonary Embolism.

Again, I blamed my brother even though he was barely a year old. I couldn't look at him; I couldn't touch him, or even think of him.

"I'm sorry mom. For everything" I whispered and inhaled the freshly baked cookie I had just bought on the way here. I didn't plan on eating it. Cookies were my mom's thing. Her scent was cookie dough and flowers.

I could never bake cookies, alone.

I touched the tombstone one last time before getting up and brushing my jeans off. I pressed the button to unlock my Audi and got in. I had two hours until her birthday started, and decided to go over there and see if they needed help. While I mentally argued if that was considered barging in, I watched as I familiar but distant black Mercedes drove past slowly. I didn't think much of it- or at least I tried not to- and turned up my stereo. At the stoplight I looked in the rearview mirror to check my reflection, little did I know that same black Mercedes was following me.

"Okay…" I murmured skeptically and turned down the street towards Edward's house. It wasn't small, but I wouldn't exactly classify it as a mansion. For a city like this, it was weird to find big, lavish homes like the Cullen's. I gathered my stuff as I parked across the street, and paranoid checked behind me as I got out of the car. With no black glossy Mercedes in sight I headed towards the house and rang the doorbell. A small smile faltered between a frown on my face, as the bittersweet melody rang throughout the house.

I heard the pitter patter of a set of feet against hardwood and almost expected to see Alyssa or Nikki. But instead, what I didn't expect was a shirtless Edward to emerge behind the curtains of the floor to ceiling windows, wiping his face with a towel. My breath caught as he unlocked and opened the door to reveal as panting half dried Edward. It was hilarious and sexy.

"Bella, Hey nice to see you here," He glanced at the clock behind him, "Two hours early." He smiled. I managed to smile back but I couldn't get my mind off of his current state to say anything, so I nodded in acknowledgment and stepped inside as he motioned towards the house. I looked around and my heart fluttered as I saw all the pink and purple covering the interior of the house. Beautiful.

"Where are the girls?" I asked curious to the lack of giggling there was in the room and put my gift on the currently bare table. I noticed a small box under the stair well. It looked carefully wrapped with precision like a newborn baby in a hospital blanket.

He lowered the sound of the obnoxiously loud rap music blasting out of his I- Home speakers, before turning towards me with a sheepish smile. "Liz."

I jutted my chin in direction of the speakers. "Secret rapper, eh, any good?" he chuckled and I watched the muscles in his well chiseled stomach contract.

"I leave it to the professionals, Black Swan. What's a ballerina know about rap?" he countered back pouring a glass of water, offering it to me and I kindly rejected it. Black swan, that's a new one. I might have to put that in the books.

"I know a lot about rap thank you very much." And I pique turned in my ballet flats to prove my point. "And ballet. After all I am teaching your daughters." I added.

"They learn from the best," Chuckling he put his glass down in the sink. "May I ask you a question?" I nodded a sharp yes and he continued "What made you become a dancer? Why Vet when you can be a professional Ballerina, isn't that your dream?" He looked very timid and almost looked like he regretted what he said.

I sighed and bit my lip blinking back my tears.

"I just, I don't know. I guess people just couldn't take me seriously if I just leaped and turned all day long." I shrugged. Edward shook his head at me and grasped my shoulders.

"Can't you see that you already do that, every day?" He noted. Touché, he was right. I did dance every day, I loved it. My mother loved animals and was a ballerina up until she had me. I guess I wanted to be like her as much as possible. Instead I became her second dream, a veterinarian.

"If you do what you love for a living Isabella, you truly never work a day in your life."

I brushed his hands off and put up Alyssa's birthday banner. He barely even knows me, why should he know about my past, too?

Ok this is short I know, but you've been begging for a chapter for so long, and here it is. Don't worry I'll update this soon. So do you like where I'm going with this? Thank you to everyone who is still here with me. I truly only write for me and people like you, no one else. I love the constructive criticism and feedback I get. You guys are my shoulder to lean on.