Chapter one
The way he looked at me. The glimmering fear in his eyes that I was back. It was a cautious look. Like a little orange cone meaning stay away or the yellow wet floor sign meaning be careful. I missed him so much the past two years.
Then I felt a tug on my arm. I look down and see my baby girl. The little girl we made together. Now one year old Brooke Alice Cullen stares at me . "Mama ice cream" she said. We then walk over to the ice cream truck. I got her the ice cream and we sat down on a bench. "mama want some" she said, I took a bite of her apple flavored popsicle.
" mmmm thank you sweetie" I said. "your welcome" she trys to say to me sucking on the popsicle.
I look at her and laugh then she starts giggling. That cute little giggle that no one can resist. The seen infront of me was adorable. A cute little 1 year old eating her popsicle at least trying seeing as most of it is all over her face and clothes giggling. The joys and the struggles of raising this beautiful baby on my own.
I have to wonder how it would have been if her father had a role in our life.
I felt a presence beside me I looked over to the left and saw someone sitting next to me. Someone that I didn't expect.