AN: Hey, everyone! Sorry it's been so long since I last updated, but to make up for it, I'm gonna try to post some links up on my profile page showing you all what Delilah looks like! Also, are any of you guys Lord of the Rings fans? If so, would you be willing to read a LOTR fic if I decided to put one up? I just found one the other day that I had written a few years ago. It was the first fanfiction I ever wrote, so it needs a bit of work, but let me know if you think I should work on putting it up! Okay, sorry for the long author's note (though if you're like me you got bored with it and scrolled down to read the story already)! XD


Alice sat on the couch across from Delilah, who sat on the floor, playing with her new stuffed dog. She seemed to really adore the little thing, playing with it very carefully, like she would break it if she handled it too roughly.

As if sensing someone's gaze on her, Delilah looked up, straight into Alice's eyes. They looked at each other for a moment, then Delilah looked away at Rosalie, who had entered the room from upstairs, Emmett following.

Delilah stood and made her way over to Emmett, and he lifted her up into the air and sat her down on his shoulder, keeping his hands steadily on her waist to make sure she didn't fall off.

"Hey there, 'Lila Jo," he said cheerfully.

Delilah giggled silently at his funny nickname for her. Rosalie, however, did not seem very amused.

"Put her down! You are going to drop her doing that!"

After Delilah was safely on the floor, Rosalie relaxed.

"Sweetheart," she said dotingly. "We're going to run to the store real quick, would you like anything?"

Delilah shook her head, and Rosalie nodded reluctantly; she'd secretly wanted another chance to spoil Delilah.

They both gave Delilah a parting hug, and after the two had left, Alice turned to the little girl, an idea popping into her head.

"Do you want to go somewhere, Delilah?"

Delilah tilted her little strawberry colored head, furrowing her brows. "Where?" she questioned.

"Hmm," Alice put a finger to her chin. "How about the park? I saw one on the way to the mall the other day."

Delilah nodded. "Okay," she said.

She waited patiently, playing with her dog, while Alice put on a long sleeved sundress, a scarf, and some sunglasses in order to hide her skin.

When Alice was ready and Delilah had successfully strapped on her little Velcro sandals, they set off, taking Alice's car.

Delilah sat in her booster seat in the back, swinging her little legs, which were a good five inches away from touching the floor. Alice turned on the radio as they drove, occasionally humming along. The silence was comfortable, and they soon arrived at the park.

Delilah unbuckled herself while Alice made sure her scarf was covering her skin well enough.

Smiling shyly, Delilah waited for Alice to lead the way before she went over to the swings, sitting down on one and kicking her legs back and forth. Getting nowhere, she reluctantly allowed Alice to push her for a few minutes until she quietly, yet stubbornly, insisted that she could do it herself.

Alice sat on a nearby bench, content to just watch Delilah. After a while, she pulled out a novel from her beach bag and skimmed over it lightly, keeping one eye on Delilah all the while.

She was in the tenth chapter when she noticed that the little girl had stopped swinging.

She glanced up and saw that Delilah had stopped the swing and was dragging her feet in the sand beneath it. Her striking blue eyes were focused on several Hawaiian children who had just entered the park.

The children ran, chasing each other and calling out to one another. One little girl with dark hair and coffee colored skin broke away from the group and curiously made her way over to Delilah, who sat motionless on her swing. Though the girls were most likely the same age, they did not look it. Delilah did not look seven; she looked more like she was five.

The little Hawaiian girl sat in the swing next to Delilah's, swaying back and forth.

"Hello," she said. "My name's Kara. What's your name?" Delilah smiled hesitantly.

"Delilah," she whispered.

"Do you want to come play with us?" Kara asked in her slight accent.

Delilah nodded.

"Well," said Kara, grabbing Delilah's hand and pulling her from the swing. "You can't play if you're sitting all by yourself!"

Delilah followed as Kara led her to the other children. "This is D-Lila," she said bossily. "And she's going to play with us."

"Why?" one boy asked with a scowl on his face.

"Because. I'm older than you all!" Kara said importantly. The little boy's scowl only grew deeper.

"I'm the oldest of all my brothers and sisters," Kara said proudly to Delilah.

Alice felt a little sorry for their mother as she watched the six siblings squabbling with each other nonstop.

Kara focused back in on Delilah after a minute. "How many brothers and sisters do you have?"

"None," Delilah said a little reluctantly.

"Really?" Kara breathed, sounding shocked.

For the next few minutes, the children pestered Delilah with questions, asking her why she didn't have any siblings, and pretty much every other question they could think of.

The little boy who had scowled at Delilah sat on the ground nearby, all by himself, frowning at his shoes and pulling up grass with his little tan fingers.


AN: What do you guys think? Leave a review and let me know, and don't forget to tell me if you think I should put up a LOTR fanfic! ;)