"Okay, Bella doesn't want to be a vampire, and now she wants to shop. Oh dear God," Emmett said.

Bella went to go get ready for the shopping trip. Finally, she came down. She had a tee shirt and jeans on. Edward thought she looked fabulous, Alice on the other hand . . .

"Omigod, how can you even think of wearing that?" She demanded.

Bella blushed.

"Leave her be, Alice," Esme gently chided.

"Sorry, mom."

Bella kissed all of her children on the forehead, they said goodbye, and then she walked to Edward. She kissed him on the lips. "Bye," she said.

After she said her goodbyes, Alice, Rosalie, and Bella all piled into the Porsche.

Thanks to Alice's maniac driving, they arrived in Portland to shop in an hour and a half. Bella was glued to my seat. Rosalie and Alice laughed.

"Sorry," I breathed, "I'm not used to maniac driving. Jake never went that fast." Bella shook it off, and exited to face her certain death.

After they were kicked out, Bella's stomach went "Grrrrrrrrrrrr" and Bella went, "OMIGOD!" Alice took her to a restaurant, and Bella ate her favorite, Mushroom Ravioli. So, it was nine thirty, and Bella needed a nap.

"Can you go slow, so I can take a nap?"

"Why?"

"You can see the future," Bella replied.

See had a vision, all the while never driving off the road, and she grinned.

Bella fell asleep.

Bella woke up in Edward's arms, and her baby boys going, "MOMMY!"

Bella smiled. "Come here you!"

They raced towards her, Edward put her down, and Bella scooped Eddie up in her arms.

"Mommy?" Edward Anthony asked. They decided calling him Anthony would be less confusing.

"Yes, baby?"

"Is daddy going to leave again?"

At this, all noise ceased. No one moved. Bella turned and stared at Edward. "Care to tell them?"

His voice was sharp, too sharp.

He looked distraught. "Of course not, Anthony, " he said, calmly. Too calmly. To Anthony and Jazz, their daddy was perfectly calm, collected. But Bella knew the storm that lay under the perfect composition. Oh boy.

Anthony smiled. Bella heard the Grandfather clock toll ten forty-five. "Omigosh! You boys need to get to bed!" then Bella noticed- "Edward Anthony Mason Cullen! Emmett McCarty Cullen! Carlisle Umm, something Cullen! Why aren't my children in pajamas?" Bella gave each and every male vampire a look that made each and every vampire, male and female, shudder. "Boys?" Bella faced my sons, but this time Bella was happy.

"Yes momma?" They replied.

"Go put on your PJ's. I'll be up to read your story soon, 'kay?"

"'Kay, momma."

As soon as Bella left, leaving Carlisle, Jasper, Emmet and Bella alone with Anthony, Jazz, and Mary. How hard would this be?

They behaved. Anthony and Jazz could easily hold a conversation of our level of intelligence. We were talking about music, and Anthony suddenly asked me a question.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, son?"

"Why did you leave Mommy?"

Bella didn't know how to answer, so I started from the beginning.

"Well, when we were in the junior year, your mother moved here. She is my la tua cantante- my singer. Her blood sings for me. When she moved here, I thought that she had been sent from my own personal hell. I almost killed everyone in that Biology classroom. Thankfully, I could resist.

"I ran to Alaska, to escape her. I came back, and tried to be nice to her. Then, one day, Tyler Crowly almost ran her over. I saved her. But she knew too much. I pretended that she was crazy.

"I was sorry for her, and we started talking. I was in love with her. I watched he sleep every night. I composed a lullaby for her.

"We started dating, and everything was okay.

"It was her eighteenth birthday party, and she was unwrapping a present . . . she cut her finger. the blood dripped, and Jasper almost killed her, and I decided that it would be best for her if we left."

By this time, the boys had grown sullen. "I never will forgive myself," Edward said, mostly to himself.

"Daddy?" Jazz said.

"Yes?"

"Come," he ordered. He led Edward to Charlie's old room. there was a grand piano, a stereo, and a few CDs here and there. Sheet music covered the floor, some papers had smeared ink and notes, some were compositions from Bach, and others blank, with just the staff. He sat at the piano, and started playing.

"That's your mother's lullaby," Edward murmured.

He nodded his head. I found the CD, and the pictures. Mommy had them hidden in her closet. I heard the song, and I figured the scores. I wrote it down, just so she could see the hard work that went into this. I had it memorized after one play. I knew it was hers. She started to cry, and I asked her why. She said that you composed it. She told me everything. I just had to hear your opinion, he thought.

"You know my talent?"

"I have my own. Ha! I can hear one language, and translate it into another. Mi Espanol el exellente. I can also hear music, and write the scores for all the parts."

"What does your brother do?"

"He can read mommy's mind."

"What?"

"Yep, and he can also be a shield. Have you ever notice that you can't read his mind?" Edward hadn't notice this. "Well, he'll let you in if you want to. Another cool thing is that he can have telepathic conversations with any male who is blood related. It's really cool."

Edward stood there and absorbed this information. Well, damn.

"Can you promise me one thing?"

Edward nodded.

"Don't leave."

"He won't!" Jazz said as he came bounding in the room. "By the way, Mommy's will be here in two minutes!"

Two hours later, I was lying in bed with Bella. I had tried to get her to go to sleep several times, none of which were successful.

She rolled over and started to breathe on my neck.

"Mmm," She moaned. Edward couldn't resist.

It was a week after Edward had come back to Forks. Bella was happy, as was the whole Cullen family.

Bella sat happily on the piano bench, watching Jazz(more like listening, her eyes were closed) play the piano. He was playing her lullaby, and she had tears in her eyes. For the millionth time he asked, "Momma, what's wrong?" Bella being Bella, of course she shook her head and told him, "Nothing, Dear." He just continued to play for her.

Jazz had composed many songs, all named after their inspirations'. Mary's was, soft, gentle, and dark. Esme's was kind and you could hear the love. Carlisle's was strong and firm. Emmett's was big and goofy. Rosalie's was slow, graceful, beautiful. Alice's was up-beat, raving, and had a complex melody and harmony for the little pixie. His brother's was dark and depressing, but at the same time, you fell in love with his brother.

Now, this talented young boy had composed songs for the love between all of the mates; Carlisle and Esme's --sweet, kind; "Love at Long Last." Mary and Seth's was innocent, yet mature in so many ways; the name was sweet and very simple; "Love at First Sight." Everybody laughed at the irony. Emmett and Rosalie's was a bit trickier, but Jazz finally found the right notes; sometimes in harmony, other times clashing, but in the end, it was just right for the couple. Jazz didn't have anybody to tell all of his secrets to, so he was always talking to Daddy. jazz composed a song for them; "Reflection," He called it. They were so alike. Of course there was one for Alice and Jasper; this song was very calm until the very end, where it was fast and out of tune. And, the first composition he ever wrote: "The Lion and the Lamb," the song dedicated to his mother and father.

Jazz was starting to talk after his mother. His green eyes faded to brown, bronze hair to chocolate, and, he was the biggest martyr of the family. His facial expressions became more and more like Bella's. Anthony looked more and more like Edward every day. They both drank animal blood, but their eyes defiantly stayed the same. Edward could read both of their minds, that is if they let him.

Let's change scenes shall we?

It was a Saturday morning, and Bella was just starting to stir. She rolled over, and almost off the bed, but, of course, Edward saved her. She smiled up to him.

"You really need to watch out, you know," He mumbled, his voice husky. Last night still lingered on his lips when he was saying this. Bella giggled.

"And why in the world would I want to do that? I have you to catch me, don't I?"

Now Edward laughed. He pulled Bella on top of him and kissed her passionately. The kisses that he gave Bella have been more passionate lately, because he's learned how to control everything. He knows not to go to fast, not to push so hard, he knows slow and steady wins the race.

He kissed her, so deep, so passionate, that after what seemed like a few seconds, Bella had to pull away to gasp for breath. "So . . Not . . . Fair," she managed to gasp in between breaths. Edward laughed again.

"Last night was fun, Bella. We should do that more often," Edward murmured in her ear, cousin poor Bella to blush scarlet.

Let's go see what the boys are up to.

In the spare bedroom, which was by the laundry room, the two boys hadn't even began to stir. They were up all night, playing video games with Emmett. Anthony began to have a nightmare.

He was being chased by these creatures --wait! It was him, but with red eyes. He turned to look. He raised his hand. The other did the same. He noticed that the person was framed in a box. It dawned on him -- that was his reflection! He sat up with a gasp, to find Alice staring down at him.

She smiled. "I had a vision. Shh, baby, it's okay," she soothed, as she smoothed down his bronze mess of hair, and hummed Bella's lullaby.

Everything was well in the Cullen/ Black household. Well, everything except Bella's last name.

All year, everything was peaceful. They moved to Alaska, Bella finished collage, and never bothered to get a job, because Edward told her if she got a job, she'd have to go shopping twice as often. That was before she learned to "appreciate it," as Alice called it. Now Bella sometimes loved to shop.

After getting settled, as you know, Bella said yes even before Edward proposed. The ring was Elizabeth's, Edward's mother. After Bella heard this, she cried.

"Yes, Edward." she whispered.