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.
I'm keeping things short and sweet, so thank you for all the kind words…
On we go…
-Leslie
December 24, 1996
Dear Abby Bean;
Well, your name is now settled, along with your nickname. How wonderful right? No being referred to as an edible good now. Okay, so that might not be something funny to you, but it is to me. Your dad is weird sweetheart, overlook me.
When my heart was set on Abigail; I knew I had your mother hook, line, and sinker. The way her eyes glassed over and her thoughts drifted to another world, I knew instantly that we had found your name. Now sweetheart, please don't hold it against us in the future when you finally realize your whole name as being, Abigail Bean Cullen. We simply could not give Bean a rest; it was just so fitting to us, considering we had started calling you Bean from the very start.
Here's another perfect story about your mother and I's relationship, sweet child. I hope you find comfort in these words later in life.
Since your mother included a watered down version of my first meeting with her parents, I find it only fair to share with you the experience that she had encountered with my parents; your grandparents.
During a short break in our time at the University, I decided to broach the subject of us visiting my parents. For the most part your mother remained cool and collected on the outside, but I knew her like a book by this point; she was anything but.
When the day arrived for us to visit, she flitted around her dorm room like a chicken with its head cut off, throwing clothing haphazardly around her tiny space. Her nerves had clearly gotten to her, so I took pity on her and found her a soft, cashmere sweater in blue and a pair of comfortable dress slacks. I proceeded to scrounge around until I found a nice pair of flats that matched the entire outfit that I had handed her beforehand. Her soft sigh; genuine and grateful for my help.
The entire journey to my parents' house, she had fidgeted uncontrollably. The only calmness she could possibly soak in was the gentle rubbing of my thumb along her knuckles. However, the minute we pulled into the drive of my parents' home, one that was clearly bigger than her parents over-sized house, she was flushed and fanning herself. Tiny sweat beads had slowly begun to build upon her silky, soft skin.
Once I had calmed her down with reassuring words and soft kisses being peppered across her face, she again began to relax.
As we had begun to make our way up the steps to the double door entrance, I continued to speak with love evident in my voice, there was no room left to doubt that my parents would love her.
My mother quickly wretched the door open and engulfed your mom into a motherly hug. Affection towards your mom had completely floored her, as she had been unprepared, but within seconds the two were lost in their own little world; myself all but forgotten.
Still not a simple hello was given to me, as my mother dragged your mom into the house prattling on about this and that, as they made their way to the kitchen to catch up.
I still stood in the entrance with a dazed expression. You grandfather found me in that same position five minutes later, clearly seeing the confusion on my face, before he broke out into a bout of laughter. He quickly ushered me inside, reminding me that my mother had long been waiting for this day.
Your grandfather and I spent several hours in the living room, speaking here and there about how my classes were doing, before we headed off to the kitchen in order for my father to receive his introductions.
Both parents seemed enthralled by my beautiful Bella, so I let them enjoy all the time that they could with her.
By the end of the night, my mother had arranged to spend more time with Bella in the near future, with Bella quickly agreeing.
Pride - that's exactly what I felt by the end of the night.
Words of Wisdom, sweet child; never underestimate the meaning of love.
Love,
Proud Papa
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