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That´s What Little Girls Are Made Of...
Chapter Twenty-Five
EPOV
Time seemed to be moving at a snail´s pace, and I was just about at my whit´s end!
I had been on my own for the past four years, but the last three months have been sheer torture!
Despite my being distracted all the time, classes where going well, and I should have my Master´s degree by next summer. Excelling in my studies had always been a goal of mine. It started out as a way to make Es and Carlisle proud of me, but soon morphed into a passion.
This semester I was a TA for freshmen and sophomore English classes, but my goal was to become one of the youngest professors on the staff of Northwestern University. And at this rate, my dream was just beyond the horizon.
And I owed it all to my beautiful, Izzy!
Bella´s the one that inspired me to become a teacher, her purity and thirst for knowledge made me want to see that look on student´s faces when I was instrumental in their learning.
Not wanting to spend another holiday without my family, I planned a surprise visit to Washington for Thanksgiving. Bella´s birthday was in September, so my plan was to surprise her with a trip to Disneyland and a few more charms for her bracelet during Thanksgiving break.
Little did she know that Carlisle, Esme, and Charlie were all in on it!
Charlie had even taken off of work to join us.
Ironically, Charlie and I had spoken a few times over the phone, and I was looking forward to meeting him. Of course, that was only after my sister assured me that Charlie would not shoot me!
Hey, the man owns several guns, one could never be too careful!
Three more days, just three more days until I get to see my brown-eyed girl again; I couldn´t wait.
Just like every other night since she´d gone home, I lifted the picture of Bella and I from my bedside table and stared at it. "Soon, pretty girl," I said to the inanimate object. "I´ll see you soon."
Placing the rectangular frame back in its coveted position beside my bed, I let my mind drift to Izzy. Girls continued to throw themselves at me shamelessly, and even Heidi had tried to get back into my good graces; too bad that when I looked at them, all I could see was that they weren´t Isabella.
I resigned myself to the fact that I would wait, no matter how long it took, I would wait for Izzy to mature and let her decide in what capacity of her life she wanted me.
Isabella Swan owned my heart, and until as such time as she was ready, I´d be whatever she needed me to be.
When sleep overtook me, I welcomed the dreams that starred my little brown-eyed girl.
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