Chapter Three

"Merry Christmas!" Rosalie cooed to her son-the eight month old giggled babbling holding up is arms at her, she quickly changed him rushing them downstairs. His food and cup full of juice ready as everyone got ready to go out for the day.

"Make sure you grab his stroller." Alice called, Rose packed his bag as Emmett fed Edward-he loved his son, his boy was the center of his world. Watching him grow and learn he could grantee would be the highlight of his life; but he was in no rush for his boy to grow up-he wanted Edward to have his innocents as long as he can. He would not give this up for anything- the chance to teach him and learn as he went was a blessing, he would accept his son with any choice he may choose and spoke with the big man above to help him be a better father-he needed to be. Emmett laughed as Edward kicked the chair happily grabbing to spoon to feed himself since his father was taking too long.

Would he give this up? No he wouldn't give this up for all the blood in the world.

"You see that man? He's Santa." Rosalie spoke pointing to the mall Santa, Edward smiled at his mother then looked around, reaching for the ribbons the hung everywhere. When it was their turn to see him the Santa smiled as Rose put Edward on his lap.

"Who's this little guy?"

"Edward, and this is his first Christmas." Edward pulled on the man's beard rocking and looking up at him.

"Well hello Edward." Edward giggled and babbled, the man behind the camera snapped the picture and the Santa handed him a car truck and they went on about their shopping after buying the picture.

{Mid-Day}

Edward cried fussily in his mother's arms, constantly rubbing his eyes and whining-he wanted to go home.

"Alice Eddie's tired come on."

"Just one more shop, then we will leave I promise!" The Cullen parents found their children and a upset grandchild outside of a shoe store, Carlisle reached for his grandson who went willingly and rocked him back and forth, rubbing his back gently.

"There, there poppet don't cry." Edward relaxed snuggling closer into his grandfather's embrace.

"You two are so adorable-is he your son?" a women asked walking up to Carlisle, her eyelashes fluttered and breast pushed out in the red top she wore.

"No, he is my grandson." Carlisle said looking back down at his sleeping grandson, then back to the bothersome women. "Is something the matter with your eyelashes?" The women stopped blushing in embarrassment.

"I..um..I have to go." She sputtered leaving, Carlisle turned to his laughing family with a confused look.

"Did I do something wrong?" No one answered him, only laughing and he followed them confused.

{Time Jump}

{Edward Age: Five}

Edward enjoyed his Christmas-only playing with the boxes and ribbons but enjoyed himself nothing less, they never went out-each Christmas was a family thing and they never ventured out. It was his first year of kindergarten; and they just moved to Forks. Rosalie didn't want him to grow up in a large city and a small town seemed right. As everyone unpacked, Edward sat in front of the TV-a rare occurrence watching dancers in a ballet-his eyes were on the boys. How did they do all that? He wanted to do that.

"Mommy?" he called and the blonde vampire appeared, they planned to tell him about their vampierness later this year.

"Yes baby?"

"Can I do that?" he asked pointing at the television, Rose looked the screen smiling.

"You want to dance baby?"

He nodded smiling up at his mother-he had one empty space from the tooth he lost and looked adorable-his golden curls sat messy on top of his head and his jade eyes were large and bambi like earning the nickname Bambi.

"Please? I won't give up, and I'll try my best!" he promised jumping up on his tiny legs to plead with his mother. Rose picked him up running her hands through his curls.

"How long have you been thinking about this?" She never spoke to him like he was a child, her son was intelligent and she would treat him as such.

"Since we last visited Auntie Car and Uncle El. "That was over a year ago.

"Do you really want to do this?"

"Yes." He said pleading. Rosalie smiled taking him over to the computer.

"Let's find you a school."

Edward sat in his father's arms-Emmett was reluctant to let him go as Rosalie talked with the teacher, he did not pay attention to the women leering at him, he only held his son close and told him how much he loved him. Watching the two women shake hands and smile they walked over to the father and son, Rose shoot him a quick look.

"HI Edward, I'm Ms. Honey are you ready for today." Edward looked up at his father then the teacher nodding smiling; Andrea Honey had never seen a more beautiful child then one of Edward Cullen. He was a tiny thing with angelic features-the perfect mixture of the two parents in front of her.

"Yes." He said with bright smile "Can my daddy and mommy come?" Andrea uselessly advise the parents and the child to separate, but she allowed it for the day with grace.

{Two weeks later}

"We had a tea party, and played ball, he even helped me up off the ground when I fell-he gave me this aid see?" Edward tried to point out the Band-Aid to his mother from his car seat, Rosalie smiled at her baby-he had been talking about this boy for over two weeks, since the boy protected him after the other boys learned that he was in ballet class-they bullied him, and often he came home crying.

Till seven year old first grader Jacob Black stopped them.

Now all Edward talked about was Jacob this and Jacob that, today she agreed with Jacob's mother for the two boys to have a play date. Pulling up to the park she helped him out and walked him towards the swings-only to freeze see the child and mother.

Natives.

"Jake!" Her son rushed forward and the larger child hugged her closely smiling. Rosalie looked up to meet the eyes of the mother. Their sons had ran off and they only stood there.

"I'm Sarah." She said holding out a tan hand, Rosalie looked at it-then slowly reached to shake hers.

"Rosalie." They sat on a bench together, making small talk and watching their boys play together, Edward ran to get the soccer ball on to trip and Jacob catch him.

"Tanks." He whispered and Jacob grinned pulling him up nodded, and the mothers smiled.