A/N: It's kind of annoying when I get like 15 emails saying "Favorite story" or "Story alert", but no review from it. Unless y'all know something I don't, you have to click the review button in order to add this to your favorite or alert list…right? Just saying…lol a little mini rant :-)

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

Just between you and me,
I've got something to say
Wanna get it straight,
Before the sun goes down

-Between You and Me, DC Talk

BPOV

I raced back into the living room, completely unsure of what I would do. When I got there, Caiden was engrossed in the T.V. He had hit the power button on the remote that I had forgotten to put away, and on the screen was a toddler and a woman whom I would assume was his mother.

Just then, Caiden turn toward me and lifted his little arms to be picked up.

"Mama," he said proudly. I froze. Sitting down next to him, I tried my hardest to keep the tears at bay.

"I'm Bella," I said softly. "I'm your sister, not your mama."

Caiden's face crumpled for a moment, before he shook his head. "Mama," he repeated stubbornly. I sighed quietly, feeling my heart break as I lifted him up. I had a hunch that my baby brother was trying to tell me something, but couldn't find the words. He was as smart as any two year old; possibly even smarter, and I knew it. He just wouldn't talk…before today, anyways.

I put Toy Story in the VCR and sat on the couch with Caiden. He snuggled up to me and stuck his thumb in his mouth as he watched his favorite movie intently. By the time Edward walked in the door, Caiden was fast asleep in my lap.

"Hey," I said quietly, alerting him to my sleeping brother. He smiled at the sight of us, and dropped his things quietly in the dining room. He came over to sit next to us, glancing at the T.V.

"How was your day?" he asked gently. I shrugged.

"It was alright," I said. "They thought Caiden was my son, but I didn't really care enough to correct them."

Edward made a face. "From what I remember of high school, the girls there could be a living hell," he laughed. I nodded.

"One of them was saying something about how stupid girls get pregnant at twelve…I just told her I was glad I wasn't stupid and then walked away. You should have seen the look on her face," I giggled.

Just then, Caiden woke up. He rubbed his eyes and glanced at Edward, then looked at me.

"Mama," he said. Edward's eyes widened as he looked from Caiden's face to mine.

"Is that-? Did he-? Is he-?" He couldn't seem to figure out which question he wanted to ask first, so I decided to go easy on him.

"Yes, that's his first word. Yes, he spoke. Yes, he's calling me 'mama'," I said sadly.

"That's great!" said Edward, grinning. I shot him a look, and he sobered instantly. "Wait, he called you 'mama'." I sighed.

"Yeah, he did," I said. "And I don't know what to do about it. I mean, he needs a mother and all, but I don't think I can be it. He deserves someone who can be there for him like a mother should, not some fifteen year old kid in high school. I want to be his sister again," I said quietly, studying Caiden. "I liked being his sister."

"I'm sorry," Edward whispered. I stared at him confusedly until he elaborated. "I'm sorry that your parents had to leave you at such a young age. No fifteen year old should be saddled with raising her brother. And I'm sorry for the mistakes I've made, and for the mistakes I'm going to make. I'll do the best I can, but I don't know anything about kids. It's kind of hard, too, when the kid doesn't let anyone but you touch him."

"And Jasper," I said absently, still thinking about his apologies.

"He let Jasper touch him? Jasper touched him?!" Here comes the confusion again.

"Yes, Jasper touched him. Yes, he let Jasper touch him. In fact, Jasper was holding him and Caiden was laughing," I said. "And after class when I put him down, he ran straight for Jasper. I wonder why that is," I mused to myself.

"But Jasper hates children," said Edward, baffled. "Like, he seriously despises them. He hasn't even gone near a child since-"

"Since what?" I asked, ignoring the pang I felt in my heart. There would be more time to figure that out later.

"Never mind," he mumbled. "It's not my place to tell you. Please understand." I nodded; I did understand.

"Do you want to try?" I asked Edward. When he nodded, I continued. "Just hold out your hands as if asking him if he'll let you pick him up, but don't actually touch him." He did, and Caiden just looked at him warily.

"Will you let Uncle Edward hold you?" I asked my brother. He said and did nothing; just stared at Edward's hands. "He's not going to hurt you," I told him. "He's your uncle; he's family." Edward inched his hands closer, and Caiden let out a small whimper, pressing himself further into me.

"Okay, it's okay. No more for now," I said to Edward with a sigh. "Thanks, though." I set Caiden on the floor after convincing him that Edward wasn't going to try and touch him again. He sat happily, playing with his toys and watching his movie.

I went into the kitchen and made dinner. Steak, mashed potatoes, and green beans for me and Edward; chicken nuggets and carrots for Caiden. I let Caiden feed himself, and I just wiped him down thoroughly when he was done. I was too tired to give him a bath.

I changed him into his pajamas and put him to bed. He had done really well with sleeping in his new bed on his own. I went into my room and changed quickly, flopping onto my bed when I was done.

"Mama?" I turned toward my doorway, and there stood Caiden, looking very small.

"Come here, baby," I sighed, patting the spot next to me. He raced over and crawled into bed as quickly as he could, snuggling up to me once he was in. "I love you," I whispered, just as I succumbed to sleep.