So my awesome dad emailed this chapter to me at 2 am his time just so i could get it posted today. Thats how awesome he is. So I have a chapter for you! Yay! The Teaser is at the beginning. However this chapter is kind of a filler chapter, but don't worry. It covers key points and important things so you can get another extra special treat next chapter. I am not dedicating this chapter, because who wants a filler dedicated to them? But I have already decided who gets the next chapter dedicated to them...hint - they would have drowned me in their pool if i didnt post. Yes, you know who you are. Your dedication is coming, don't worry. I have 49 reviews so far, whoever posts number 50 is awesome! Enjoy this chapter!
Disclaimer: No I don't own twilight. I do wish every 11:11 for the Cullen's to exist...but thats a story for another time.
I was staring into amazing, beautiful, stunning gold eyes.
I knew those eyes.
They were the eyes of an angel, but not just any angel.
My angel.
Dr. Carlisle Cullen.
I just stared at him in shock. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
It wasn't the Carlisle of my memory. No, he was better. I could see every detail of his flawless face. Every gorgeous aspect that made him who he was I now could see with such clarity.
I tried to remember where I had met this doctor before. But I couldn't remember. Actually, I couldn't remember anything about my past.
Just his face. Just his name. And that I was truly, madly, and deeply in love with him.
But my past began to come back to me. And with the memories came the pain. I let out a wail as I remembered the baby boy I'd cradled in my arms for only a few minutes, who I would never see again.
I let out a wail, expecting the tears to pour from my eyes. I gasped in horror when I found out that they couldn't come. I looked at Carlisle, asking with my eyes for some sort of explanation.
"I am so so sorry. Incredibly sorry. Its must be so strange for you. I hate this, I hate myself for doing this to you."
"But you didn't do anything wrong." I looked around for the sound of the voice. The words I thought in my head had been spoken aloud by someone, but not in a voice I recognized. It couldn't be me, could it? The voice was high, soft, and gentle. I was in awe.
I slowly sat up and looked around me. I was in a cozy office. I fire was burning in one corner, and the walls were all lined with books.A few steps away from me was a magnificent wooden desk.