DISCLAIMER: All things Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer, I'm simply borrowing them for some play time!

WARNING: There will be language, adult themes, fighting, so please be warned. Also it will be obvious that being all human, that they are already OOC so keep that in mind as well.

This chapter has not been Beta'd.


Chapter 53 - Long Day

Edward sat in the Durango, his head tilted back against the seat. They were at the cemetery and it took Cyril 10 minutes to be able to get out of the car, after Carlisle spoke to management to find out where the grave was. They parked nearby and after getting Cyril out of the car, and he and Carlisle walked over. Jasper and Emmett stayed near the Durango to keep an eye on Edward.

"He's here." Carlisle looked up at Cyril who was a few feet away. He nodded and slowly walked on over.

Collin Cullen

August 9th, 1967 - May 15th, 1970

Beloved Son, Nephew, Grandson

After Cyril stood there for who knows how long, Carlisle finally spoke. "He had our last name?" Carlisle had done some research for a reason... but the papers never mentioned the child's name, and Cyril had never managed to say his name out loud.

Cyril nodded. "His aunt named him, she always gave me the benefit of the doubt." He paused for a moment, before falling to his knees, causing Carlisle to rush to his side. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Cyril sobbed. "I wasn't there. I should have been there. You should be here." He continued, tears running down his face.

Carlisle put his hand on his shoulder. Trying to give him support.

"I was scared, and stupid. Because of my inability to grow up and be a man you lived without either parent. I couldn't come to terms, I couldn't face up to being a father... until it was too late." Cyril touched the headstone as his tears continued to flow freely. "I was selfish, I saw you from afar. You never got the chance... to know your mother, or me."

"He knew you." A woman's voice said.

Cyril and Carlisle quickly turned their head towards the voice. There was a woman standing with Emmett, Jasper and Edward.

"Silvia?" Cyril stood up with the help of Carlisle.

"Hello Cyril." Silvia stepped closer.

"What... how..."

"Carlisle called me." Silvia glanced at him.

"Why?" Cyril asked.

"I told her we were coming." Carlisle explained.

"He told me what's been going on. About his son, about you holding this in for so long." She walked up to Cyril. He was ready for her to hit him, scream at him, to hate him. Instead, she pulled him into a hug. It caused him to break down again, squeezing her tightly as she did the same. They stood there for a few moments before breaking apart.

"He knew you. I showed him pictures, told him stories." Silvia went on. "He... he believed you were away. That you were away because you had to be. I told him you weren't well and you needed time to get better."

Cyril looked as if someone had hit him. "You... why?"

"My sister would have never gotten with you, if you were really that guy who ran. I knew, she knew you just needed time. It's why I called you that night, that he was born. She believed you would come back. And you did. What happened... none of us could have known Cyril, but you were coming. You were coming to be the man we knew you really were. Even if you didn't at the time." Silvia explained.

"It's my fault, he's gone because of me. Because I couldn't... I didn't..." Cyril turned back to the headstone. "I'm sorry. God if I could take it back, if I could do it again."

Silvia walked up and put her hand on his shoulder as Carlisle had done earlier. "Don't feel guilty, don't carry that with you anymore."

"How can I not?" He asked.

"He went to be with his mother. He was never alone, never scared. He had a family and he was happy. You gave him a chance to be happy, while you were unable to care for him." Silvia tried to assure him. "Honor him by continuing to be a wonderful father to Carlisle, and a grandfather." She looked over at Edward.

Cyril and Carlisle both looked over at the boys, and then to Sylvia. They stayed there for a while longer, talking. Silvia sharing about things Collin had done while growing up. Cyril managed to laugh at some of the tales she told. After about 45 minutes Sylvia walked over to where the boys were and picked up a large box Cyril and Carlisle hadn't noticed before.

"Celebrate him, remember him. Don't keep his memory as a burden." She smiled handing the box to Cyril. It was full of pictures of Collin, from birth up to 3 days before his death. A few moments, and even some clothing.

"Thank you." Cyril said. "This means more than you can now."

"Thank you for letting me have him for the time we did." Sylvia said before one last hug, before leaving them be.

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"Do you think the boys are ok?" Alice asked Bella and Rosalie. They were currently laying out back by the pool. It was miraculously a somewhat sunny day, for October that was not something that happened a lot. They were in bikini's soaking up the sun.

"I talked to Em earlier today. He said they were good. They were going to go head to the cemetery." Rose adjusted herself on the lawn chair.

"Edward hasn't called me, but he texted. He said he had a headache." Bella sighed. "I wish I could be with him. It's going to be hard on him."

"My dad's there, he'll be ok." Alice tried to assure her. "I miss Jasper. We could have been in the pool right now, together." Alice had a dreamy look to her.

"Hell no! You think I could ever get in that pool if you and my brother... eeeww.. no... never!" Rose shuddered.

"God Rose! That is NOT what I meant. Geez." Alice rolled her eyes, but then looked at her questioningly. "Have you and Emmett?"

Rose turned red.

"OH MY GOD ROSE! THAT IS DISGUSTING!" Alice jumped up from her chair.

"Shit Alice, shut up! It's been a while, the pool's been cleaned since then!" Rose huffed.

"You guys did it in the pool?" Bella looked at Rose. "How... I mean, isn't it weird?"

Rose smiled. "Why Bella? Have plans do you?"

"No! I just... I'm just curious." Bella blushed.

"Well, you can sit on the step you know, lean back... or hold onto their shoulders and wrap your legs around. That way they can hold onto the edge and you know... go in." Rose tried to explain.

"Doesn't it hurt? Being against the pool?" Bella asked.

"You feel something, but let me tell you, it sure ain't the pool your mind is paying attention to." Rose laughed.

"Bella, do not, EVER have sex with Edward in out pool! That's just... GROSS!" Alice put her foot down. Literally... she picked it up and stomped it down.

"I'm not! I was just asking..." Bella said. Maybe... she thought to herself. After the night at Jasper's their second time, they had managed to try two more places during the week. Once in the back of Edward's car, and once in his room. With everything going on, they were able to sneak away. They were learning more things about one another each time, and Bella wanted to try something new with him.

"Girls!" Esme shouted from the back kitchen door.

They all suddenly stopped talking and turned to her.

"Lunch is ready. Come on in. Stop all that gossiping!" She said laughing walking back into the house.

"OH MY GOD! Do you think she heard?" Rose looked mortified, as did Bella.

"No way, she couldn't hear from there. She knows we're talking but not about what. She'd have been over here yelling at us so fast..." Alice assured them. "Come on!" Alice said hurrying them up.

It was going to be a long day for everyone.


Author Note: Not much to say today. I know this one is a bit shorter but still important I think.

Recs:

Higher by SexyLexiCullen:

Summary: Summer of 1994: Dial-up internet. Pagers. Walkmans. AOL chat rooms. O.J in a white Bronco. And blazingly hot weather in Brooklyn where eighteen-year-old Bella Swan is filling her days making ice cream sundaes before she starts college. But one long night – full of Ecstasy, subway rides, dark dance clubs, and a boy she doesn't want to stay away from – may change everything.

It's a great fic, updates are usually one or two a day. Check it out! It is a WIP.

A completed fic I just came across a couple of days ago, that I am totally into right now is:

Fridays at Noon by troublefollows1017

Summary: Edward Masen's life intersects with Bella's at the restaurant he dines at for lunch every Friday. He's handsome, arrogant, and is used to avoiding love. She isn't impressed by the things that usually have women falling at his feet. AH/AU.