Peyton's POV
My uncle's house was small.
That had been my first thought upon arriving at the well-weathered house with paint slightly worn and concrete steps slightly cracking.
It had been a while since I had been here and perhaps I had just forgotten what my uncle's house had looked like, the memories of spending time here as a child overshadowed by memories I was trying to forget.
Either way, it was vastly different than the immaculate airy penthouse in New York or the sprawling mansion in Upstate New York that I was accustom to.
But I was no longer in New York, I was in Forks, Washington. A town of no less than 3,545 people. The same small town my mother grew up in. That was until she left to go to college in New York where she would meet my father, Aaron Cartworth, heir to a large company, Cartworth Industries, the company I was now to inherit.
It almost seemed like a different world to me. A thousand miles away from home. A needed change. At least for now.
The sudden slamming shut of a car door roused me of my thoughts and pitter patter of feet resounded.
"Momma!" Genesis' voice cried, a small body slamming into my legs.
"Hi baby." I automatically say, bending down to grab for her.
"Home?" Elijah's voice asks, him running up right behind her.
"Yes, sweetie. For a while." I answer, ruffling my four-year old son's hair.
Elijah nods, looking up at the house in front of him before racing up the few steps, his sister right behind him.
"Hey Pey- I think- I think I've got all your stuff, sweetie." Charlie says, his voice slightly muffled behind boxes.
"Oh! Charlie, I didn't- You didn't have to do that!" I rush out, attempting to help him without making him fall over or drop everything in his arms.
"Don't worry, I've got it." Charlie replies, almost sounding embarrassed. "Just go right on in. I'm sure the kids are eager to see your room."
I smile fondly at my uncle, unlocking the door with my spare key and walk into what would be my home for an undetermined amount of time, my twins tumbling in after me.
Homey. Warmth.
Those were my second thoughts upon looking around the house.
My uncle may have been a bachelor all his life, but his house looked lived in. Pictures of Bella, though to my understanding Bella never cared much to visit him after her pre-teen years (honestly, I never understood that, Charlie had always tried to be a good father, at least that was what my mother told me, but that wasn't my place to say), littered the walls of his house, along with some of my mom and him growing up, his parents, a few of me, and even a few of his marriage with Rene.
"So- I- um, upstairs. I really only have two bedrooms. But I re-did the attic to make a loft for you and the kids. So it's pretty big now. I hope- hope it's okay, Peyton." Charlie says, placing down the boxes. "There's a bathroom too."
"Charlie I-" I flounder for a second, immediate remorse coursing through me. "I didn't realize. When I asked to come… If you didn't have room I could have made different arrangements. I'm so sorry. You didn't have to go to all that trouble. I feel horrible-"
"Peyton, listen-" Charlie cuts me off, hands placed on my shoulders squaring me to him. "I don't know exactly what happened, or why you needed to come. But you are my niece, you are family. And I will never abandon family."
"Charlie- I, thank you." I say, my voice sounding small, as tears collect at the corner of my eyes.
"You're welcome, Peyton." Charlie says, now looking fully embarrassed, but pleased nonetheless. "Now, come on. Upstairs with you."
"Okay, okay. I'm going!" I bat at Charlie half-heartedly. "Come on kiddos!"
Genesis and Elijah cheer, bounding up the stairs with the energy only four-year olds could have, Charlie and I following with our things.
"So- I know you have work to do, you know, with you working with your dad and being on the board. So I got a desk for you and beefed up the internet. I hope it's alright. And you know, if you need anything or need to have something moved. Just let me know." Charlie tells me as we walk up.
"I'm sure it's perfect, Charlie." I assure Charlie.
Entering the now converted loft, I look around, smiling at the clear care I can see my uncle put into the room.
"I love it, Charlie. It's perfect." I say, turning to face Charlie and hugging him.
"Well, it- it was nothing." Charlie gruffs.
"No, it was everything." I counter, hugging firmer.
"You're welcome, Peyton." Charlie says, voice soft as he tightens his hug in return, then letting go.
"Gen, 'Lijah. What do you say to your Uncle Charlie?" I remind, turning to my twins, who are eagerly poking and exploring every nook and cranny of the loft.
"Thank you, Uncle Charlie!" They chime in unison, racing over to stand in front of him, adorable faces peering up at him.
Charlie looks a little captivated by my twin cuties, as most people do when they turn their full attention of their charisma and charm on them.
"You're very welcome." Charlie finally manages to say, smiling down at my twins.
I laugh lightly at my uncle.
"You get used to it." I tell him as he looks after them as they race off again, pulling at one of the bags, attempting to get to their toys.
"Uh-huh." Charlie says, still looking a little dazed.
I stifle another laugh at my uncle's expense.
"Well… I um. I hate to just meet you and then leave. You just got here, and you had a long flight and everything. You're probably exhausted. Plus, with the kids- But I- I should get back to work." Charlie hesitates. "If you need me to I could-"
"No, don't, Uncle Charlie- really. If you need to get back to work, go. I appreciate you taking the time off to meet me at the airport and help me move boxes in. I do. It was a huge help. My car is already here, since dad sent it ahead. So as long as I have directions to the nearest grocery store I'll be fine. The kids will want snacks soon or something. I'll see you this evening. Right? And Bella, since she's at school." I cut my uncle off insistently.
"If you're sure." Charlie waivers.
"I'm sure, Charlie." I insist. "I'm just going to be unpacking."
"Alright." Charlie finally sighs. "But please, call me if you need anything."
"I promise."
"And, Peyton?" Charlie hesitates again, turning again once just out of the doorway of the loft.
I turn back to look at my uncle with a questioning look.
"It was nothing. Always remember that. You're family."
"I love you too, Uncle Charlie."
Oh hey... What's this? Another Twilight fanfiction with Kings/OC? This is what happens when your plot bunnies run away while also multiply to something completely different... *throws hands up in frustration*
In other news, I am still working on the first chapter to the sequel of We Three Kings... And what do you know... I got stuck. *slams head against a wall*
The sequel will be called Before Eternity. For all of you that are eagerly waiting & holding pitch forks. I really want it to be amazing, which is why I'm obviously having issues. So hold the attacking me with pitch forks, please. *runs with computer*
In the mean time, here's another fanfiction to appease you guys. *throws fanfiction at you*
Much love,
Polkadottedgiraffe11
Edited 1/28/20