Okay, I'm only going to do a sequel if you want. So when you review, tell me if I should or shouldn't. A/N. Beth is 5, Tyler and Anthony are 3, Edward is 17 - ha, Bella is 23ish.
Part I. Four years later.
The past few years have been life-altering. They taught me a lot of things.
Beth taught me selflessness through her actions - and demands. She's always the first one to offer her assistance, and offer people to come to our house - older people, people I don't even know show up at my house every now and then. Beth invites them. Now I expect those people to show up, and even sometimes invite them myself. Beth's just genuinely sweet. Very pretty and innocent. My little lady.
Tyler taught me to enjoy life. We'll be taking a walk - I'll be tired, wanting to go home - and he'll stop me by the hand and show me some critter of bird of some sort. At first I found it entirely annoying, after all, the bugs he would show me were disgusting and had eight legs or ten eyes., but after a while I watched his face and saw it light up with excitement and I saw how he enjoys those things. I look forward to those walks now and remember to slow down. Tyler's just really caring and loveable. He's going to make a great dad and husband - just like his father.
Anthony taught me not to ever take things for granted or give up. When he was in the hospital, and even died for an hour, he came back and fought. After that incident, we had several similar ones - none that dealed with death, but his heart stopped a number of times, even from something as simple as a cold. For the first year he had to have breathing treatments, until his lungs for fully developed. He's still small, of course. Sometimes Edward and I, including family and friends, are a little easier on his than our other kids, but nothing that is making him a jerk - Anthony's just really appreciative. It's amazing for a three-year-old. If you get Anthony a bar of chocolate he'll thank you ten million times and share the chocolate with everybody. Anthony's sensitive, nice, extremely handsome, sweet, caring, the works. I still consider him my little miracle.
Well, my second miracle.
Ah, Edward. What can I say about him? I don't think there are words to describe his kind of patience, selflessness, kindness, angel-ness, beauty. Edward taught me what others can't. My happiest times were always spent with him, as my saddest times. Every day I feel a thrill when I turn my head and he's next to me, staring into my eyes with his own blazing honey eyes. It's something I'll never take for granted.
I'm going to be blood thirsty for a while, so I'm not sure how that's going to work out with the kids. I'm thinking I'm going to have to go away for awhile. Edward's going to have to watch the kids. If I wait till the kids are grown, I'll be in my thirty's or forty's - too old to even bother with immortality. It has to be like this, and there's not going to be a right time to do it. The kids are old enough to understand, and that's what made my decision.
Besides, I think even as a newborn I'll have enough sense to know that these are my kids and not want to hurt them.
There's always hope.
Part II next (: