So here I go again, don't know how productive I'll be this month. But here's my first witfit entry for the month of January, and I really do hope to continue it at some point. I am just too tired right now, and would have never made the deadline :(

Hope you all like it, and hopefully will have something more for both LNE and DEF very soon :)

Penname: kyla713
Creative Original or Derivative Fiction: Derivative

Rating/Warning(s): T (for now)

Disclaimer: All copyrighted, trademarked items, or recognizable characters, plots, etc. mentioned herein belong to their respective owners. No copying or reproduction of this work is permitted without their express written authorization.

Prompt: Cowboy

Ever since my mother's husband was traded to Texas, she had been hounding me to come down to visit her, whereas I was more that content to spend my school breaks in Forks with my dad. Not only did it feel more like home, having never changed since I was a little girl, but also I was happy there, all my friends from growing up and high school were there. All I had in Texas was my mother and her husband Phil, and my two-year-old sister I hardly knew.

However, when my father himself decided to remarry, he thought it might be a good idea for me to spend some time with my mom. Rather than coming home from Seattle to an empty house for spring break while he was on his honeymoon.

And that's what led me to sitting on this porch, watching my sister picking flowers in the front yard while I worked on an essay for school.

"Be-ya! Horsies!" Cailyn called out as she ran toward me suddenly. Though I had only seen her twice since she was born, she had my mother's overly exuberant personality, and had latched onto me the moment I stepped off the plane this morning.

"Alright, we'll go see horsies," I sighed, closing my notebook and pushing myself off the steps, lifting her up onto my hip.

I had to admit, my mother wasn't exaggerating when she told me that this place was beautiful. It was a relatively small ranch, but enough to have a large pasture in the back for the fifteen horses they'd acquired since living there.

"E'ward!" the bouncing toddler in my arms bellowed out, pointing out to the pasture.

Shielding my eyes with my hand against the sun, I glanced out in the direction she was pointing, spotting the object of her excitement immediately.

The epitome of a Texan. From his white Stetson to his tight Levi's, astride one of the most beautiful animals I had ever seen. Even with my dislike of horses, there was no denying the beauty of it, and its rider.

His head turned toward us at the sound of Cailyn's voice calling out for him, and despite the sunglasses covering his eyes, his smile lit up his entire face.

As he rode closer, I tensed slightly, while my eyes traitorously ran over his body. His tight white t-shirt showed off his sculpted chest, his arms were muscular but lean, showing off just a hint of a farmer's tan above the sleeve. The snug jeans he wore accentuated both the slenderness of his hips, and every long inch of his legs.

Only in Texas could you find something like this. This was my idea of a cowboy.

"E'ward! E'ward! E'ward!" Cailyn chanted as he neared, her arms reaching out for him.

"Hey there, darlin'. How's my favorite girl?" he replied with a very soft Texan accent, holding out his hands for her and lifting her up onto the saddle in front of him. "Who's your friend?"

"Siwwy, it's Be-ya," she giggled as he tickled her side, until she looked back to me, resting her face against his chest. "Dis my E'ward."

"Hello, Bella. It's nice to finally meet you," he said as he gazed at me as well, holding his hand out to me.

"Hello, 'E'ward'," I smirked back, shaking his hand.

"Cailyn, it's Edward," my mother's voce came up from behind me, and I turned around to see her smiling up at the two.

"Tha's wha I say… E'ward," Cailyn replied, nodding firmly.

Edward chuckled and shook his head. "Are you ready for your evening ride, m'lady?"

Cailyn nodded enthusiastically and swung her leg over to situated herself in the saddle properly in front of him, and the horse shot off.

I moved forward a step, only to be stopped by my mother taking my arm. "They do this every night. She's very fond of him."

"Couldn't tell," I replied with joking sarcasm, and finally cracked a smile.

"You know, he's not that much older than you," she said in a far off voice, her gaze following them on the horse.

"Mother," I groaned, shaking my head. "You can not be serious. I'm only twenty, and still in school. Hardly in danger of 'old maid' territory. Don't start playing matchmaker on me."

"He's a really nice boy too. Hard worker. And not too hard to look at either, wouldn't you say?"

"Mom, please. I came down here to visit my family, not pick up men. Besides, home is in Washington."

"Baby, I really think you could grow to love it here. I've really missed you the last few years," she started emotionally, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"I'm happy in Washington," I replied, tilting my head away from the touch and folding my arms over my chest. "It's home. I love you, Mom. But all my life growing up, the only place I ever felt like I was home was at Dad's."

"I know, honey. You're a lot like your father in that way. You never really did like change at all," she said, wrapping her arm around my shoulders.

"Oh great, now come the comparisons to my father. If you regret marrying Dad so much, then why are you trying to shove me off on the first boot wearing, lasso toting, slang slinging Texan you come across that happens to be around my age?" I ranted, waving my arms out.

"Slang slinging?" a deep voice came from behind me and I closed my eyes for a moment in embarrassment, and then turned my head slowly to look at him. "And I live in Texas, but I'm not a Texan. And I do not tote a lasso."