Disclaimer: I don't own twilight it belongs to the brilliant Stephenie Meyer

BPOV

I nervously smoothed the creases in my dress and straightened the bows in my hair.

I didn't usually care about how I looked.

I didn't mind getting dirt and mud on my clothes even though I was careful never to get dirt on any of the clothes he gave me.

But today I wanted to look pretty for the nice doctor and his family.

The nice doctor would be here soon to bring me to his house.

I checked myself in the mirror and was a little sad to see that I still looked the same as I always did.

The nice doctor was very pretty looking and he said his wife was very pretty too.

I could never fit in.

I heard footsteps, loud and quiet ones.

I was the only kid with a room to myself; I think he got me the room. Some of the other kids used to be mean, but I think they were jealous because he gives me pretty dresses and nice toys.

But they aren't mean anymore because I always share my toys.

The footsteps got closer and I heard a knock at the door.

I ran to the door, and tripped, but got up again and fumbled with the door.

When I opened the door, standing there was the nice doctor and Kim, one of the people who looks after us.

The nice doctor smiled.

"Hello, Bella".

CPOV

I walked briskly to the door of the orphanage. I opened the door and stood in the hall waiting for somebody to come to bring me to see Bella.

In a way this place felt a bit like a prison.

Kim, one of the social workers greeted me. She seemed like a nice enough girl, kind and even tempered. She was fairly young in about her twenties and a childlike face, though she seemed to be trying to look older with grey and brown suits that didn't suit her.

"Hello, Bella's very excited; she spent all morning getting ready. I've only ever seen her more excited when he comes to visit her", she chatted as we walked down the narrow hallway towards Bella's room.

"He?", I asked, bewildered.

"Oh yes, Bella's next of kin, he comes to visit her quite frequently, he's very attentive to her and always makes sure she has the very best of care", she explained.

"But if he cares so much about her why doesn't he adopt her himself".

Oh, he's very young you see, only about the age of a college student".

"So how is he related to her?".

"I think she's his late step mother's niece, or something of that nature. All I know is he's not a blood relative".

"So, I suppose he's been informed that we're thinking of adopting Bella", I inquired.

"Eh, no", she said fidgeting slightly "we decided to wait to tell him until after you've made your mind up".

"Why?", I asked, confused.

"Well you see, he's quite picky about the family that's thinking of adopting Bella", she explained.

"Honestly, you're the furthest anyone's ever gotten, he's very protective of her", she continued.

"So here we are", she said stopping in front of the door leading to Bella's room.

"Thank you", I said quietly.

She knocked gently on the door and left.

There was a lot of rustling and a strange thump behind the door. She was such a clumsy little thing. It would have been more concerning but she was so brave, she always picked herself back up. Mostly it was just cute.

The door opened and standing there was Bella, she was wearing a pretty pink dress and little pink bows in her long mahoghany hair.

She had the door handle clasped in her chubby little hands and a wide smile on her pale face, flushed pink and eyes bright with excitement.

"Hello Bella", I said smiling.

"Hello", she chirped. Her heart was beating rapidly as it always did when she was excited.

Her room was small but neat and tidy. She was the only child with a room to herself, I wondered how that was. She was I suppose more privileged then the other children. She had prettier dresses and nicer toys but she was such a sweet, humble little thing that you never would have guessed.

Stepping into her room was like stepping into a princess's. She had light blue walls and blue carpet. She had a little four poster bed with a shimmering canopy hanging over it. Her toys, bears, dolls, dollhouses and puzzles nestled into every corner.

And standing at the door was the little princess herself. She had long, shiny mahogany locks that flowed down to the middle of her back. Her pale little heart shaped face flushed pink. She had beautiful chocolate brown eyes. She was the picture of innocence with her chubby little hands and fingers and short little legs.

"Are you ready Bella?", I asked.

"Yep" she said nodding her head vigorously.

"Well, lets go then". I held her small hand in my considerably larger one.

We were about two steps from her room when she suddenly yanked on my arm and yelled "Wait".

Bella shook her hand free and ran, stumbled back to her room.

I stood waiting utterly oblivious to what was wrong.

She came out soon after clutching a brown teddy bear to herself.

I realised what was wrong. I hadn't once seen her without that teddy bear, she always had him.

She must have forgotten him in all the excitement.

"Ready", she sighed in relief at not having forgotten her beloved teddy bear.

I chuckled at the look on her face and we set off again.

I held her warm hand in mine as we walked across the road from the dull, grey building she called home towards my Mercedes.

I helped her into the car and buckled her into the booster seat.

I settled myself into my seat at a human pace and started the car.

"Are you excited?", I asked.

"Yep", she responded, nodding her head vigorously again.

"Nervous?".

"A little", she said fidgeting slightly.

"Don't worry. Everyone's very excited to meet you, and you know what?", I asked leaning toward her slightly. As if I had a secret to tell her.

"What?", she asked her eyes widening slightly with curiosity.

"Everyone's a little nervous too", I whispered.

"Really", she asked her eyes widening even more.

"Really".

She stared out the window thinking this over.

The car ride was about half an hour long and I wasn't sure how to distract her from her nerves.

"Do you really think that they will like me", she asked nervously.

"I know they will", I responded confidently.

She seemed to cheer up and she asked about my family. She had asked this several times before but I answered patiently.

"Well I have three sons and two daughters and they're all adopted".

"Really".

"Yes, my wife can't have children".

"Oh", she said not seeming to know what to say. "I'm sorry".

I chuckled. "That's alright".

"My children are older then you but they're really looking forward to having somebody new to play with".

"What do they like to play", she asked, excitement outdoing nerves for the mean time.

"Well my daughter Alice she loves to shop and dress up". She made a face when I said this and I laughed.

"And my other daughter Rosalie, she'll be happy to play whatever games you want to play", I continued.

"My sons Emmett and Jasper will want to play football and other games that'll get you all dirty", her face brightened at this news.

"And my youngest son likes to play the piano, listen to music and read".

"I love the piano, my best friend can play the piano", she informed me proudly.

We pulled up to the house then before I had the chance to respond.

Bella's eyes grew wide again with awe as she stared up at the large white house surrounded with massive old trees.

"Wow", she whispered, her eyes the size of saucers.

I chuckled softly and unbuckled her from the car seat. I lifted her down and took her hand as we walked towards the porch.

The sound of gravel crunching as I walked and she stumbled along.

I took a deep breath and she followed suit.

I raised my hand to the door handle.

"Here we are".

JPOV

Esme jumped up from her position on the loveseat for the third time and started fluffing the cushions, again.

Her emotions were in a frenzy. She was vacillating between excitement and nail biting worthy nerves.

"Should we set out some drinks, maybe some snacks?", Rosalie asked, she was hovering, unsure of what to do.

"No then she'll wonder why we're not eating", Emmett said tapping at video game.

"He's right", Esme said inspecting the room.

"Ouch, what was that for?", Emmett pouted, rubbing the back of his head.

"I told you to get off that thing", Rosalie snapped.

I looked around the house had never looked this good. Edward's piano was gleaming along with every other smooth surface, the cream couch was spotless and even the walls had never looked so white.

Esme had spent the whole night cleaning and Alice had made sure everyone looked just right. She had made sure we looked fashionable but nothing too flashy.

Alice couldn't see the girl so she had merely gone with her common sense. The girl was an orphan so we didn't think she'd be likely to have overly nice things.

Alice looked beautiful of course in simple faded jeans and a cute tank top. Rosalie had dark jeans and a wrap around top and Esme had gone for a skirt and shirt. Us men had just worn jeans and shirts.

Alice was sulking on the bottom steps of the stair, I was surprised Edward didn't join her, she was still upset about her lack of foresight.

Emmett was reluctantly excited. He wanted a new playmate.

Rose was just as excited and nervous as Esme.

And Edward still thought this was a ridiculous idea. He was in his room listening to music. Esme had told him to come down but he'd hear them coming and be down in time.

I myself didn't know what emotion was mine. I was being assaulted with an onslaught of emotions from every direction.

I desperately tried to calm everyone down but it wasn't doing any good.

I had better be thanked by the end of all this.

The end of all this, it made me wonder how would this all end.

"Badly", Edward called from upstairs, answering my thoughts.

He had a point, after all we were vampires she could get hurt or she'd figure out what we are and then what?

I heard clearly the sound of crunching gravel under the wheels of what I assumed was Carlisle's Mercedes and then more crunching, only quieter as they walked.

I heard two deep breaths being taken and then Carlisle's voice as he said "here we are".

Well here they are.

RPOV

Esme jumped up and started fluffing the pillows as I looked around aimlessly.

"Maybe we should set out some drinks, maybe some snacks", I asked clutching at straws to keep myself busy.

"No then shell wonder why we're not eating", replied my husband still tapping the controls on his game.

I stepped forward and slapped him on the back of his big, usually empty head.

"Ouch, what was that for", he pouted, rubbing the back of his head, in the wrong place.

"I told you to get off that thing", I snapped, and to make myself feel better.

I was so excited and nervous too, the tension was mounting.

"He's right" Esme said while inspecting the room for any nonexistent dust.

Jasper seemed thoughtful and then I heard Edward call down "badly". Apparently answering somebody's thoughts.

I had a feeling I knew what sort of thoughts he was responding to.

But I refused to dwell on any negative thoughts about this situation, it would all work out, I'm sure.

I heard the sound of gravel crunching under Carlisle's Mercedes and then more crunching as they walked towards the house.

I could feel my excitement and nerves growing.

"Here we are", said Carlisle.

I could here the little girl's heart beating rapidly.

I turned around and saw Edward coming downstairs. He walked towards the back of the room and stood in the shadows there. That boy is such as recluse. I smiled to myself when I heard him hiss at my thoughts.

Esme went and stood on the raised platform that was occupied by Edward's piano.

Alice and Jasper stood halfway up the stairs, close enough to get a good look at the girl, but far enough away for Jasper's sake.

Emmett sat on the couch, typical.

I went and stood next to Esme.

The door opened slowly to reveal the most beautiful little girl I had ever seen.

She had a pretty heart shaped pale face, flushed an adorable pink and she had long mahogany hair. She was thin but with a little bit of childish roundness. But by far her most beautiful feature was her deep chocolate eyes.

Eyes which were wide with wonder.

"Bella this is my family", Carlisle said.

"This is Esme, my wife and Rosalie, my daughter", he continued gesturing towards us.

"Hello Bella", Esme and I said. She smiled at us nervously.

"This is my son Emmett", he said pointing at the big lump on the couch.

The poor little things eyes grew to the size of saucers as she stared at my huge husband.

"Hey Bella", he said jubilantly jumping up from the couch.

Bella shrank back behind Carlisle. We all chuckled slightly before Carlisle continued.

"This is Alice and Jasper".

"Hi", Bella said shyly.

"Hello Bella", they greeted her.

Carlisle turned towards Edward who had just stepped out of the shadows and into sight.

"And this is…",

"EDWARD", she screamed.

We all watched in amazement as the little girl bounded into Edward's open arms.

And embraced as if they'd known each other for years.