Chapter Two, Bella.

"Theodore Whitlock Swan!" I yelled through the house. Despite my three children being able to hear me even if I whispered, shouting out Theo's name usually made him think and pay attention to the fact he's actually done something wrong.

"Hi mom," he said, rushing to a stop in front of me, looking to the ground and chewing on his lip. Theo was the most like me. Straight brown hair, chocolate brown eyes and the thin face along with my nose and average height; not as plain as I was though, thanks to his father's vampire genes. Trouble came to him as easily as breathing- or more so, again, vampire genes.
"The TV?" I asked.
Theo pulled a face looking at it, or what was it. Pieces of glass and plastic were spread across the floor. "Oops?" he shrugged, "I tripped over the carpet."

I sighed. As I said Theo was just as accident prone as I was. I hoped he grew out of it when grown or he will be the only clumsy vampire in existence I'm sure, which is not the part of the Swan heritage I wanted to pass on.
There was a slight snicker to the side. "It's not funny Bailey!" Theo scowled.
"It kinda is," Bailey grinned. Bailey Elora: my little girl. She sported a complete mix of family looks, her blue eyes and free spirit came from my mother, her curly mess of bronze hair streaked with shades of brown from her father and mine. Edward is also seen in her high cheekbones and nose, while Charlie gave her his smile, it was hardly ever worn by him but was always beaming off her face. "The room is a disaster and it's not my fault."

While trouble was magnetically attracted to Theo, Bailey sought it out and reveled in it. This included being very protective of her brothers and eager to fight back at anyone for what they did to them, her and even myself. Slightly taller than the average five-year-old height, most were wise enough not to mess with them, though Bailey had never hurt anyone, just pushed back or argued. She had a bunch of friends, though, happy to include her in any games, again, my mother; Edward and I were not people persons.

Theo, about to retaliate was stopped by a tap on the shoulder. Masen Charles; the youngest of the three, the smallest and the quietest. He hardly ever spoke, but was able to get things through by his expressive face. He looked identical to his father, messy bronze hair, a thin face and the high cheekbones and the strong jawline- looking rather peculiar on the smaller than average five-year-old.
Masen had the ability to diffuse a situation with a touch or a look. It wasn't often he'd need to use words. It wasn't that he couldn't, or didn't want to, he just didn't see a need to speak. Especially with his talkative siblings.

The three had a very strong connection, I have never been sure if that was a vampire thing or a triplet thing. They can always find one another which is helped along with Theodore's gift of being able to speak to anyone, wherever they are and someone being able to call out to him. The four of us use it to discuss things in public that shouldn't be spoken aloud.

Theodore looked at Masen and sighed, turning to Bailey. "It isn't my fault Bailey, and you break the TV every other month. Anyway, I'm sorry. And I should have told you instead of jus' leaving it there," he trailed off. "How'd you know it was me anyway?"
"Bailey wouldn't break the TV in a day, -remember we bought this yesterday, not to mention Bailey was with me hunting," I said with a grin.
"Oh. Well, I'm sorry. Again."
"It's alright; we'd better get a new TV though, or we'll miss Jacobs Skype."
"Oh!" there were three gasps and then they bolted out to the car as I locked up.

The three of them were wonderful, I just wish they could have family. They needed it, family, whether they were treated the age they were, (ten) or the age they looked, (five), I realised growing up that family was important, especially seeing how mine was lacking in the usual family roles. I wasn't my family's fault, but I wanted my kids to grow up like the Cullen's background story said they did, not in a home where they don't meet their other relatives, or are angry at them.

I try not to show my anger and sadness at their father and the other Cullen's. They have grown up knowing all was not right, but I haven't explained. Edward was so self sacrificing, a little self centred too, Sue Clearwater had hammered into my head. I wasn't a child and though she didn't think my choices were right, didn't mean I wasn't able to make my own decisions. That's another problem entirely now, though. It's the anger and hatred at himself and that he would blame himself if I tripped on the stair that's the problem.
It was the bruises that made him leave.
The party just gave him an excuse.
The children would have scared him if he stayed anyway. The fast growth in the womb and the strength they had. Sue says it's a miracle I survived, she's right: though it's thanks to three I survived. Apparently they could hear what was happening and Theo's gift came in handy. They changed me, the three little ones biting so I would live. My three miracles.

Note: Several spell checks have been used. I'm still not 100% sure on accuracy though, so please mention any errors seen, thankyou. I'm not sure how long this story will be, it is only planned a certain amount, I want to see the response to some of that before planning further. I hope you enjoy this story and don't mind Bella's not too annoyed. I think in a situation where she's had time and people giving their opinion, she' cool down a bit.

Second note: Vampire's don't age so I put the children as having slow growth, here about one year for every two. A survival instinct, aka, live to be born, is growing faster in the womb. Hope you don't mind this.