Disclaimer I forgot- I do not own Twilight, or these characters, except Jesse and Emmett Anthony.
I tripped on a loose floorboard and fell, going into early labor. Charlie and Renee rushed me to the hospital but it was too late, my little baby girl's heart stopped beating only hours after she had been born, and she most certainly was not a vampire.
Emmett was fine, but he cried with me non stop for the first week, almost as if he was mourning his sister. The day I went home I ripped the floorboard out of the floor and only cried harder, finding Edward's CD and my pictures and the plane tickets. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do, burying my daughter while holding my son; and it was all without their father there, or even aware they existed.
Right after that I went straight to Flordia, Forks had become a horrible reminder of the family I should have had. Although some unknown reason had taken the Cullens from me, I still can not see any good reason why my innocent baby girl was taken.
That was definitely the low point of my life. It was even worse then Edward leaving. The only thing that kept me going was Emmett.
I wondered why both of us were human, but could never allow myself to be on that path for too long. I was often afraid that someday I would wake up to find my beautiful baby boy with a silent heart and bright red eyes. Or maybe that it was a delayed reaction, and I would endure the three long days at some random point in time and wake up only to drain my own son because of some monstrous and uncontrollable thirst.
If I had time to sleep, I would have had the kind of nightmares that you wake up from crying and screaming, sick to your stomach with fear and agony.
I tried to repress these thoughts, and concentrate on Emmett. I liked to call him Ean (pronounced like Ian), a mix between his first and middle name. He was just as beautiful as his father, even with his traits from my more ordinary appearance. His baby hair was wavy and bronze, I could tell it would be like Edwards, and he had the most beautiful hazel eyes with very distinct flecks of bright green and deep brown in them.
He was of course, very pale, but not as fragile looking as myself. He had gotten my easy blush, as his little slightly rounded cheeks were always pink and cheerful.
He was a bit of an insomniac, but I was told most babies were, and I hoped he would grow out of it, but thought it was also very possible he would not. His skin took on a healthy glow in the sunlight, and I was very happy to discover that human food left him content, and I wouldn't have to find someone to teach him to "hunt."
I played Edward's lullaby every night for him. I had vowed that he would know about his father, and understand that I was never angry with him for leaving. Well, except right around when Ean and Jesse had been born, then I was furious, at everyone and everything, except my beautiful babies.
I had just one picture of Jesse, it was of me, holding the two of them right after they had been born. I was smiling uncontrollably, and both of them were sleeping angelically. This picture and my picture of Edward smiling on my birthday I hung up in my bedroom, right above Ean's crib. I decided that when he moved into his own room I would make copies to hang in his room. Ean was my pride and joy, he kept me going, all the time. Renee made me return to school to finish out my senior year that September, and that was when my life changed, yet again.
A/N Sorry about the wait. I'm on the field hockey team at my school, and we went hardcore this week since we have a playoff game on Monday. But I'm sick so I thought I could do some advance writing and make it easier to post on the week days. Please review, I love all kinds.
-Caitlin