Hello All! I was amazed at how many of you reviewed and were so close to what Eddie and Alice are upto. I gave everyone who guessed in the ballpark a vote in who they would like to see in the next lemon scene and you all have some dirty minds because the most popular grouping was with ALL 4 of them. So that is what it will be, but unfortunatly not in this chapter! Sorry ;)

Anyway Thanks for the the support that this story is getting, it is really a boost for me to get chapters out as fast as I can.

This chapter will contain some history, some made up in my imagination, but some from the Official Twilight Guide by SM. That is also why Maggie is only 15 in this story because that is the age the SM says that she was turned.

Again I do not have a Beta so all mistakes are mine. The characters that are owned by SM are her property and I am not making any profit off of this story.

I hope you enjoy and see you at the bottom!

All of Me- Chapter 6

After the wonderful breakfast that Peter had fixed for me and him explaining who Charlotte was I knew that I couldn't wait to meet her and Maggie. I was not a jealous person by nature; and a long as she kept her hands to herself or her mate and away from the three of mine we would have no problems.

I was curious to explore the house a little more. Peter told me that everything that was his was now mine as well; and to make myself at home. From the modest sized, yet very well equipped kitchen I wondered the rest of the lower level. The living room had two very comfy looking leather couches, which were placed in front of a massive fireplace made up of round river rocks. There also was a large flat screen television above the mantle. The color scheme was composed of different shades of brown and tan, but there were also touches of blue in the pillows and the pictures that hung on the walls with their beautiful landscapes filled to the brim with Texas bluebonnets. Bluebonnets had always been one of my most favorite flowers. I felt like I was at home and had no qualms about making myself comfortable here to watch a movie or just looking out the floor to ceiling windows that continued down from the bedroom upstairs.

After taking in every nook and cranny I made my way back up the large wooden staircase to the second floor. There were three more bedrooms on this floor besides the master room I had been in earlier. There were also large bathrooms that connected to each of the bedrooms. The colors were still in tones of brown, but there were touches of green, red, and black to make them all look unique. The staircase continued to the third floor where I was amazed to find a large library/office set up. The walls were lined with books and there were four plush chairs around the room for one to sit in and get lost in the pages. I was taking my time looking at all of the book titles, which ranged from war strategies to Shakespeare, when I can across a hidden door. I was intrigued, but figured it was another bathroom or closet. However, when I opened the door I was faced with yet another staircase that looked like it went up to some sort of attic space. I shrugged my shoulders and made my way out of the library.

It was a typical attic filled with boxes that held unknown and forgotten treasures, but as I looked through the boxes I came across one that held a bunch of old photographs. Just as I was about to pick them up to leaf through them I felt a hand touch my shoulder, which led me to let out a high pitched scream while turning around ready to punch whomever was behind me.

"Whoa, watch it there little bird, your not quite strong enough yet to do any damage to me." Peter said with a smirk as he quickly ducked my feeble attempt to strike him.

"Peter, you ass! I can't believe that you would scare me like that. I almost pissed myself." I said while trying to regain some of my composure.

"Sorry, I thought that you had heard my call for you from down in the library. What is it you have here?" Peter apologized before taking the pictures from my clutched fists. Luckily only a couple had been slightly bent and not too damaged.

"I was hoping that you wouldn't have found these quite so soon. I wanted us to have a chance to get closer before I had you tell my story and how they relate to these pictures." Peter said in a serious tone as he slowly led me back down the hidden stairwell to the library, where he sat me on one of the chairs before taking one himself right in front of me with a nervous look on his face.

"Why? Peter what's in those pictures that you don't want me to see?" I asked concerned at what he was hiding.

"Nothing bad Bella, it's just that even with my gift of knowing that everything would work out in the end I could not stop myself from watching over you and your family for longer than even you would think." He cryptically said before handing me over one of the oldest looking pictures.

It was hard, almost like it was made of cardboard when compared to the flimsy paper of today's prints. Of course given its age it was in what looked like a mixture of sepia and black and white. In the picture there were two male individuals that were dressed in old fashioned US Navy uniforms. They were standing on a long pier with a large ship behind them. However, what drew my attention right away was that one of the men was Peter, a human Peter.

"Peter this is you?" I asked stupidly, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, that photo was taken only a few weeks before I was turned." Peter nodded with a grim smile on his face.

I turned over the photo to see that two partial names and the date were written on the back. Peter Langdon. and Hugo S. June 4, 1870.

"Who is Hugo S.?" I asked him confused as to why this photo would be upsetting to me.

"I will tell you in a moment, but I want you to look as a few more pictures first." He said handing me three more of the old photographs.

The first had an old man around seventy with a long white beard sitting in a chair with a young blonde haired boy around the age of four sitting stoically on his lap. The back also had partial names and a date. Hugo S. and Tate L. S. December 1910. Still confused at the meaning of this, I moved onto the second photograph. It was a wedding picture dated from 1930 with who I was guessing was this Tate L. S. and a brown haired girl named Violet Harmon. The dress was beautiful something that I would have chosen for myself if I were to ever get married, but I didn't linger too long on it wanting to figure this little mystery that Peter was making solve.

The third photo was dated July 19th, 1936 and had young twins, a boy and girl, sitting on this Tate and Violet's laps. I was getting frustrated, but when I read the names on the back I looked up at Peter in shock. Geoffrey Langdon Swan and Molly Vivienne Swan age 1.

"This is my grandfather." I stated looking closer at the image.

"Yes, Hugo Swan was my best friend when I was in the navy. After my change I of course had no idea what had happened to him or where he ended up, but in one of my lonelier days of being by myself waiting for the three of you I decided to look him up in the census records. Believe me I was just as shocked as you are now when I discovered that he was your ancestor. Apparently after getting out of the military he returned home to Washington State and married his childhood sweetheart Constance. That young boy Tate Langdon Swan was his grandson. Hugo's son Langdon and his wife died in a tragic boating accident when Tate was only a baby; so he was raised as an only child by Hugo and Constance.

Langdon was my last name when I was human, I guess that Hugo wanted to remember our friendship and decided to pass down my name through your family line. Anyway, the more information I found the more I wanted to know so about ten years ago I took a trip to Forks and did a little snooping in your father's house. That's where I found these photographs. You were still living with your mother down in Phoenix, but just knowing that you were related to someone I considered a brother when I was human was almost cosmic. We were meant to be together Bella, never doubt that." Peter said before giving me a gentle kiss to my forehead as he handed me the rest of the photos in his hand.

The next picture looked like it was taken on First Beach in La Push based on the cliffs in the background that I recently had first had experience with. Dated September 1959 it had two couples on the beach with their arms wrapped around each other with big smiles on their faces. One of the men looked to be Quileute and the name confirmed it. Quil Ateara III and Molly S. Ateara were the first listed, next to Geoffrey S. and a Helen Montgomery.

"I didn't know that I was related to anyone on the reservation? This must mean that Quil V is my second cousin." I stated out loud to myself.

The next picture brought a tear to my eyes because it was a baby picture of my dad, Charles Langdon Swan. I knew that he was a blessing to the family because both of his parents thought that they couldn't have children; so when my dad came along when they were in their mid-40's it was a big, but welcomed shock.

The last two pictures I recognized because my dad still had them on his mantle above his fireplace. It was the wedding picture of my parents in late 1986, where my mom's baby bump carrying me was barely visible underneath her almost hippie looking white wedding dress. The look of pure love and happiness on their faces was something that I had never seen in person myself as I was so young when they divorced. Seeing it being expressing so plainly in this picture I wondered if the only reason that fate brought them together in the first place was to create me; and then to just be passing stars in the unending sky of past regrets. I would miss my parents, but not enough to give up my mates.

When I held up the last picture Peter spoke for the first time in several minutes.

"That's my favorite one." He said with a large loving smile on his face.

"Why?" I asked shyly, already guessing as to why.

"Because it's the first image that I have of you, my little bird, and the last image of Hugo's grandson Tate before he died one month later." He said while staring down at the image.

It was taken in 1987; and I must have only been a few months old because I was just a little thing when compared to the still strong arms of my ninety-one year old great-grandfather. I ran my fingers down his face and I could see some family resemblance in distinct eye shape that all Swan's seemed to have inherited.

"You don't know how badly I wanted to run down to Arizona and take you with me as soon as I discovered this connection, but I was afraid that if I deviated from the plan that something drastic would change and that we would never find our happiness. So I watched from the sidelines and helped your mother with finances whenever I thought I could get away with it without her becoming suspicious. When you left to go live with your father is when I came back here to Texas because I knew that the time had almost come for us to finally meet each other face to face. Can you forgive me Bella for being a stalker for most of your childhood?" Peter asked me and really how could one even begin to be upset at that face.

"There is nothing to apologize for Peter. I am glad that I had you watching over me for so many years because it was almost like I had my own personal guarding angel. I know it is soon, but this mating bond is strong shit because I already feel like I am falling in love with not only you, but Garrett and Jasper as well." I told him as I climbed onto his lap until I was straddling him.

"I know that I am already in love with you little bird." He stated before crashing his lips onto mine. I ran my fingers through his blonde hair and moaned as I felt his hands roam my back underneath my shirt. Just as things were getting more heated and I was just about to suggest that we make use of one of those bedrooms downstairs I heard a throat being cleared behind us near the door.

"Are we interrupting anything?" Garrett asked cheekily with a devilish smirk on his face.

Jasper and Garrett looked like they belonged in some kind of cowboy porn video with their boots, hat, tight dusty blue jeans, and plaid shirts that had just one button too many undone leaving their well muscled chests on display. I literally licked my lips imaging them taking me hard in the barn over some hay bail or on a tractor under the hot Texas sun. They were delicious images that I hoped to create with the three of my mates soon.

"Nah man just looking at some old photographs. Did ya'll need something?" Peter answered because my brain was in a hormonal overload at the moment.

"We were just wondering if you two wanted to come for a ride with us into town. We need to pick up some lumber for the damaged roof in the barn" Jasper asked us, but we both declined. I was still exhausted from all the changes that had taken place in such a short time that I decided to take a short nap and Peter wanted to something mechanical to one of the tractors or something.

The rest of the day passed in peace and I was even rewarded with a perfectly grilled steak for dinner. Though I didn't eat much meat I still loved to indulge in a steak every now an then; and with this being the heart of cattle country how could I refuse. It was delicious and after I had finished the four of us retired to one of the large couches in the living room. We were tangled in a mess of extra limbs, where you could barely tell where one began and the other ended. It was perfect.

However, I should have known that with my bad luck my perfect world was about to come crashing to the ground when Jasper's phone rang loudly, causing me to jump at the sudden intrusion. He looked at the number and based on his confused expression I would say that it wasn't one he was familiar with.

"Hello?" Jasper said when he finally answered the call.

Even I was in shock when the voice that spoke was one that did not hold its usual hatred and contempt.

"Jasper? Please I need your help!"

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