Disclaimer: These characters belong to S. Meyer; I just use them for my vivid imagination on the short bus.
All chapters are pre-written, so there are no edits done by a beta. All errors are my own.
Alright, so again, I'm still all humble and all that good shit. Thank you several times over for staying with me and reading. You all rock! Like seriously. (That was said in my best voice of a Valley Girl.) *snorts*
Anyways, on with the story…
-Leslie
October 12, 1996
Dear Bean;
Momma is eating like a horse, although I've gained several pounds, I couldn't be happier. I love you, sweet child of mine. Even the early morning nausea is worth it, knowing the end results. I will forever be grateful for this experience; the good and the bad parts.
I'm sure by now that you understand the whole monthly attempts to write to you, on both of our parts. In all honesty, I would prefer to write to you each and every day, but that would be unfair to your dad, since we plainly made this deal from day one. Two letters a month are alright; right?
I figure now is the time when I share things from the past, instead of all the things that I hope for your future. I'm sure you'll appreciate hearing these things, instead of the constant tales of how much I hope you are healthy.
I will start from that very first day of actually meeting your father for the first time.
I remember that very second, in that stuffy library, when a shadow was cast across my textbook. At first, I was prepared to blow the person off, knowing that I had much to study for. We had a test in one of our classes the following week, and I wished only to fill my brain with each piece of information that I could possibly get to stick in there. I realized how rude that would have been, it was probably just a library attendant or something, so a moment to spare for them was the least I could do, right?
The very moment that I raised my head, I clearly let the confusion show. Here stood this beautiful man, one whom I had seen from time to time in my classes. Recognition clearly broke through in mere seconds after that.
Surely this man could not possibly want to speak to me. That was the first thought that entered my mind. I had seen him on numerous occasions; his lithe build, strong jaw, and silky skin. He was handsome in all his glory; rightfully so too. He couldn't possibly be untaken; surely there was a beautiful woman that had gained his love.
Imagine my surprise when he quickly darted his hand out before me and stuttered his name. Shy. That was my first impression of him up close. It was in that moment, that not only was he handsome, but he was adorable as well.
Those deep emerald eyes sought out my very soul and captured my heart within minutes. There we sat, among our peers, banishing all thoughts on studying and learned of the other. The library became the center stage for our romance and allowed us the opportunity to learn everything there was to know about the other.
I had found my kindred spirit; both of us there to study law, both of us wanting the same things in life. He was such a compassionate man. I learned over the beginning of our relationship that it wasn't pity he seen in those less fortunate, just the kindheartedness of his heart. It was just another thing that had me falling so quickly.
Sure, there were little things that made my heart swell when he was near. Like the habit of running his fingers through his hair and then tugging at the roots when he was frustrated, nervous, or embarrassed. There was also his need to gain every ounce of knowledge he could and tuck it away in his brain for future references.
Honestly, sweet child of mine, I hope you grow up to meet a person just like he is; the one who completes you just as he has completed me; a strong person with his character and ambitions. That is all I could ever ask for.
I'm sure by the time you have read these words, you have heard the stories straight from our mouths repeatedly; but if you're anything like your parents, you'll enjoy every moment of those stories.
Love,
Momma
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