A/N: This is a story written by myself and April Nichole. We share idea credit and the writing credit goes to April Nichole. She has other Twilight fan fictions, and I suggest you check them out.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of this story, or any of the things from the original 'Twilight Saga' by Stephenie Meyer. But I, and April Nichole, do own Adora Mireya, and everything that happens to her in the past and future.

A/N: okay, so this isn't a jump chapter. I know some of you were a little upset by the jumps, but Adora's past isn't as important, and you would probably all get bored of reading chapter after chapter of basically nothing.

10: A Visit to the Graveyard.

APOV

I was looking at myself in the mirror yet again. When my parents caught up to us they said we were going to make a detour and go see my mom's gravesite. We got a couple of hotel rooms and now I was brushing through my hair. I don't really know why I was getting dressed up for a gravesite but for some reason it felt right to do. I was already wondering if I would cry when we got there but I don't know why I would since I didn't know her.

"Honey, if you keep brushing your going to start to pulling it out."

I looked in the mirror to see my mom looking beautiful as usual in a simple black dress. I put the brush down as turned around.

"I zoned out for a second."

"I saw," she said as she walked to me and brushed some hair behind my ear. "Are you sure you want to do this? It's completely up to you."

"I know and yes I do. For some reason I'm nervous."

"We'll all be there for you." She said as she gave me a hug.

Then dad came through the door. "Are my ladies ready?"

"Yes, we are." Mom said as she took my hand and we walked out.

Mom and Dad took hands when we walked out and walked behind me. We were meeting everyone else downstairs. The elevator doors were opening and I didn't think about someone being in the elevator so I went to get in and bumped into someone.

"Oh, sorry," I said as I looked up to see a pair of dark eyes looking back at me.

"It's okay." His voice was so smooth.

We stood there staring at each other for a second before we heard someone clear their throat behind us. I turned to see my dad with his arms crossed across his chest.

"Sorry, excuse me sir," He said as he stepped past us out the elevator.

My parents walked in and my mom hit the button to go to the lobby while my dad kept his arms where they were. I watched the guy and he even looked back at me and his eyes looked to have a little smile in them. I tried to not pay attention to how dad was acting and I think mom thought it was funny. When we got off the elevator everyone was waiting off to the side for us.

"Emmett, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong Grandma. Dad is just being overprotective as usual." She relaxed then and gave me a smile.

"Nothing, I don't like the way that guy was looking at you."

"Dad, come on. It was nothing. I accidently bumped into him. We both said sorry and moved on. End of story."

"A guy huh? Good luck getting him past your dad." Aunt Alice said with a little smile as her and Jasper joined us. Now I was getting annoyed.

"I'm not trying to get anyone past anyone. Can we go please? We are getting off subject here." I huffed heading for the door.

My mom caught up with me first and then my dad.

"Adora, I'm sorry. I don't want to take away from you are doing today." I always know he is serious when he says my name and not one of my nicknames so I couldn't really stay mad at him.

"It's okay." I said quietly as we got to the car.

We sat in the back while Grandma and Granddad were in the front. I was getting anxious as we got closer. I was sitting in between mom and dad and they both held my hands. My mom was soothingly rubbing the hand that she held. We made one stop to get some flowers to place at the headstone.

Dad helped me out and I straightened out my dress. Grandma and Granddad lead the way. It was weird I could feel my heart beat faster one minute and then the next it was getting calmer. It was another one of those unexplainable things with the family.

We made it to the headstone and all circled around it. Grandma Esme walked up to it first and placed a hand on it and lowered her head for moment before she placed her flowers on the ground. Granddad went next followed by everyone else. Mom, dad and I were the last ones. Everyone else walked off giving us some time alone.

Mom and dad placed their flowers and came back to me. Dad kissed me on the cheek and said he wanted to give us some time. Mom had had the closest relationship with my birth mother so it made sense.

I walked slowly up to the headstone and knelt down in front of it. A few tears escaped as I ran my fingers over the words on the headstone.

Adora Lovette

Loving Daughter and Mother

"I wish I could have met her."

"Me too sweetie, me too," I didn't realize that mom had knelt down beside be till I felt her hand running through my hair.

Mom had told me once when we had been in the garden that they didn't know much about my birth mothers parent's. Except that they had thrown her out at a young age. I guess they put the loving daughter part on the stone because that was how they saw her. I just wish I could have had some kind of memory of her.

"You could still talk to her."

"What?" I asked looking at her.

"You can talk to her stone here or where ever. Tell her you miss her or if you want to tell her something that is going on, just talk to her."

I looked back at the stone and thought about it. I guess I could to hang on to her somehow. I had seen in shows and even a few movies where one of the characters would go to a gravesite and talk to someone. I absent mindedly started running my fingers over the words again and mom and I sat there in silence a little longer.

"Would you like some time alone?"

"Um, yes I think so."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," She got up and left and I sat there staring at the stone for a couple of minutes. What do I say? I decided to just say something. "Um, hi." Yeah, that's good. "I wish I could have known you. I understand though. You left me with a good family. They have really taken care of me. There's something about them though, I don't think its anything bad…just different. Mom says I could talk to you anytime. Maybe I could try it again sometime. I still have the pictures they have saved so at least I could look at that when I do. I want you to know that I am happy." I resituated the flowers and then got up and dusted off my dress.

When I made it back to the car mom was the first to greet me and hug me, followed by everyone else. We all got back in the cars and headed back to the hotel. It felt good to have gotten to see the headstone. It felt like I had a closer connection now with her other than the stories that mom would tell me. Mom held my hand and I laid my head on dad's shoulder. For some reason I was getting tired and was hoping for a nap at the hotel before we left again. No such luck though. They wanted to get back on the road. Mom and dad could tell I was tired and told Jacob to drive so I could sleep in the backseat.

I didn't really like that someone else was going to be driving my new car but I knew it would be useless to argue. As we left heading to our new home I looked out the window and saw the guy from the elevator. He was packing up a car. He was tall and slender but muscular with shaggy dark brown hair. His eyes seemed to match his hair. I wished my dad hadn't been such a pain so I could have actually talked to him. I wondered where he was headed. I doubted he had to move around as much as I did. About the time we started taking some back roads I fell asleep absorbing all that had happened that day.