Emmett, I and Carlisle were sat in the family room all of us looking at the baseball game while the girls sketched on the coffee table.

Emmett was looking through his baseball cards and I lay down on the couch, I felt a tickle in my throat and started coughing. Carlisle looked at me and I soon stopped, smiling at him.

He picked up a fat medical book and started looking through it, I resumed to looking at the game, my throat began to get sore and I sighed. It ached, why did I always have to get sick?

Esme looked at me, "Sweetheart, are you alright?" she asked.

"I'm okay." I frowned, my voice was hoarse and sore.

She brought me into the kitchen and gave me a cough syrup, I practically chocked on it, it was horrible. Esme patted my back and hugged me.

"My sweet boy, why don't you go upstairs and get into bed, I will get you some water." I nodded and went upstairs.

I got into my pajamas and lay in bed, I heard someone on the stairs and smiled when I saw Emmett. He put his baseball cards down on the bedside table.

"You want to watch a movie?" He asked.

I nodded, "Okay, what movie?"

"Um, goal, which is a soccer movie, cheaper by the dozen 1 or 2, its about a crazy big family there is 12 kids and then there is the Pirate of the Caribbean movies?" He told me.

He got his laptop and the movies, we decided on the Pirate of the Caribbean. He got into my bed beside me and set the laptop in between us. We both snuggled into the sea of covers and watched it.

Mom came in and gave me more medicine, she smiled at the both of us and as we were watching it, a flash went off, we both looked up.

"Mom." Emmett groaned.

She giggled and then left us alone, calling back, "I'm sorry, you two are just so handsome."

I laughed and Emmett rolled his eyes, paying attention to the movie again.

Emmett passed out half way through and I tucked the covers around him, I put the laptop on my lap and continued watching it.

Esme and Carlisle came up saying goodnight, I shut off the movie and lay down in bed, Emmett had taken half my covers and I sighed in aannoyance, pulling them back onto my side.

He pulled them back and rolled onto his side, I gave up and got a spare quilt out from under the bed and then went into sleep.

Waking up I felt worse than the night before, Emmett woke up to the alarm and looked at his surroundings, "Why am I in your bed?" He asked.

I coughed when I opened my mouth, "You fell asleep." I said, my voice hoarse and my throat ached.

"Okay don't talk I will get mom. You look real pale." He told me.

I sighed and a few minutes later Esme came up with a thermometer. She frowned when she saw me.

She kissed my forehead and sat down beside me, "Oh my sweet boy you have a fever."

I sighed, "I don't feel good." I coughed again.

She shushed me and gave me medicine, she took away the quilt and set a light blanket over me so I wouldn't be so warm.

I hugged her in thanks, no one had taken care of me so well apart from her and this family.

I lay back down and she got up, "I will be just downstairs if you need me."

I nodded and she left, I snuggled into the blanket and sighed, I fell into unconsciousness.

When I woke up, I shot out of bed, I had a dream about Elizabeth, the shooting coming back to me.

For some reason I wanted to see her face, all I could picture was blood running out of the hole in her head. I wanted to see my moms face.

Mom? Why did I call her that? You losing it Edward, I thought to myself. I looked under the bed and found what I was looking for, the little chest. I promised myself, even though I had it, I would never open it . . . I guess I was breaking that rule.

I opened it and found a picture of Elizabeth, I looked kind of like her, I had her skin tone and her eyes but everything else I got from James. I heard Esme enter the room and I quickly hid the photo, hoping she didn't see.

She had a tray of food and set it on my desk, she came over and sat beside me.

She looked at the chest and gestured towards it, "Can I see?" She asked.

I nodded, she took the box and looked through it, there were pictured of James and Elizabeth, and letters from them, my baby photos were in there along with my birth certificate.

She sighed and looked at the blanket, the photo I tried to hid was hanging out from under it.

She took it in her hands and looked at it, sighing, "Do you miss her?" She asked.

"No . . . I don't miss her." I said truthfully.

"You loved her." Esme stated.

"Not as much as you and this family." I replied, not really saying anything.

"Are you sad that she passed away?" She said, looking into my eyes.

"More guilty than sad." I replied.

"Guilty?" She questioned.

"She may have slapped me around a few times and got high on drugs but she also defended me. She was the one that brought me to the hospital when I had a lung infection as a baby it wasn't for her, I would have been really sick. She defended me against James sometimes and my beatings were cut short when she was sober which was rare. I guess I am feeling guilty since I never got to tell her 'Thank you'." I felt a tear roll down my face but I quickly wiped it away.

"Oh Edward." Esme said, giving me a hug, she held me protectively and lovingly.

I explained to her more about how I felt and she made me feel better about it. After I had soup and more cough syrup, I felt a bit better than this morning.