Ahhh! Your reviews made me SO happy!(: Man, I really, REALLY wish that I could do the heart thing with the little sideways V & 3, but I don't think I have to; You guys already know how awesome you are. So here is chapter...10?

I need to keep track of my chapters better...

2 Weeks Later- The Paperwork Has Already Been Finished & Charlie is About To Be Given Elizabeth, Setting Is In The Airport.

Ooh! Before I forget, listen to Kiss The Rain by Yiruma this whole chapter(Yes, I am obsessed with his compositions!)

Bella P.O.V.

Elizabeth was napping peacefully in my arms, Edward was holding E.J to his right and Nessie to his left. The rest of the family was watching from a distance, giving us a chance together for a little while.

Charlie was looking at us awkwardly trying to hide his grief. Edward had told me earlier, that he kept replaying the time Renee left with me when I was only a eight months old, like Elizabeth.

"So," I mumbled, my lips quivering, "Your plane leaves in a few minutes, doesn't it?"

He nodded, "Whenever the speaker calls out Flight 101, we're off to France. Listen, Bells we can cancel the adoption, if it's too much for you. I know losing a daughter, even for a few years is pretty tough."

I shook my head violently, "No, it's f-fine. Here, Dad" I handed him Lizzy, "I guess Edward and I can't call her our daughter anymore."

"I guess not," he muttered under his breath. His heart was racing a mile a minute, I just hope Elizabeth turns out to be a great woman. I'm sure she will exceed my expectations, Charlie will raise her better than he ever could with me- since Renee hogged my childhood from him.

"Edward, hold her for a bit. You'll regret it later," Charlie said, in a soothing voice.

He just shook his head, his emotionless eyes stared at Lizzy's sweet face, "It'll be harder to let go."

"The bond between a father and his child, some say, is more powerful than that of anyone else in the world. Wounds won't heal as quickly, but they do in the end. Son, I'm just asking you to hold her one last time before she's gone for at least a decade."

Edward's face twisted into a mixture of pain and anguish, "Alright, Elizabeth," he whispered. Charlie carefully placed her tiny warm body into Edward's cold stone chest.

He hid his face in Elizabeth's neck, she didn't seem to notice and kept dreaming peacefully. His shoulders shook like an earthquake cracked his entire soul.

Nessie leaned on me, her beautiful light brown eyes contorted with tears, "Mommy," she wailed.

E.J, my little trooper stood still, holding my hand; not uttering a word of acknowledgment to the world. His light mocha colored eyes look dull.

It broke my heart tenfold just to know that they understood that they would never see their sister again. Charlie said he'd send picture of her and that we could visit whenever we could, but we can't.

None of us, beside E.J and Renesmee will ever age again and they'll stop aging pretty soon, too. Whether they are immortal or not, is still a question.

Charlie put a hand on Edward's shoulder, showing true emotion.

"All attending Flight 101, please go to the terminal. Your plane leaves in three minutes." said a sweet voice in the intercom.

Edward quickly, but gently thrust Elizabeth into Charlie's awaiting arms, "I love you, baby girl," he whispered hoarsely and kissed her forehead. I followed his actions and kissed her as well, "I love you as well, Elizabeth Alician Swan."

She wasn't a Cullen any longer, not the world. I glance back at the family and sure enough, mates were hugging each other in intimate embraces of sorrow.

"Take care, you guys," Charlie mumbled, adjusting Elizabeth and her baby bag.

"You, too," Edward and I said almost at the same time.

"Bye, you'll meet again soon it's inevitable," he started walking away.

I whispered, "Goodbye, Daddy."

On the car ride home, I kept thinking;

She'll be safe. She'll be safe. I just hope Nessie and E.J don't have to witness a fight.

Please, let all my children be safe. They are innocent of everything.

Somewhere In The Volterra Castle

Aro took my pale hand in his, a pondering look came upon his handsome face. Suplicia smiled warmly at me, her ruby red eyes shined beautifully.

The whole guard has been acting strangely around me, I'm probably going to get eaten, now.

"Well," Aro started, "You've worked here since you were eighteen, Gianna, it's been twenty-years since..."

My heartbeat accelerated, oh no, they're going to kill me! I never got the chance to fall in love, get married or even have children, my life was a waste.

Swallowing I breathed out, "Make it quick, please."

My legs felt like jelly, the only time I have ever been out of this castle was for family reunions and my mother's funeral, I only regret not having a taste of what family life could be like. Of course, the Two Wives and I got along perfectly fine, but it wasn't the same. Jane and Alec, let me treat them like my own children, soon though they got tired of having me doting them; it didn't feel right either.

When I wasn't changed by my twenty-fourth birthday; I knew I'd be disposed of, but it's still scary.

Caius, who was in the room, advanced on me and put his huge cold hands at my neck. Tears filled my eyes, as I thought that this would be my last breath. I closed my eyes and waited, my wavering gasps the only sound in the room.

When nothing happened, I opened my eyes and Caius kissed my cheek, I screamed. As I realized that nothing happened, I looked around the room.

Marcus looked amused, something that seemed strange to me.

"A-A, Oh God, am I in Hell? Am I going to be killed every time I open my eyes?" I yelled to nobody in then, the whole room of Royals broke out in giggles.

"No, my dear Gianna! No, You're being set free. You've been good to us and have our trust, silly. No way, we'd ever kill you!" Athenodora squealed, giving me a soft hug when she pushed her husband away from me.

"Y-You guys suck SO bad!" I screamed through my tears. I replayed the past couple of minutes and chuckled a little, "You got me though!"

Aro shook his head, "No, Gianna. We wouldn't do that. We've seen you grow from a rebellious teen into a smart woman with morals."

I stifled a laugh, "I don't know about the morals, but smart and woman is definitely true, 'cept you forgot one thing; I'm old."

All of them shook their heads, "Thirty-eight is not old, Gianna. Most of us in here are way older than that."

"Whatever, Aro, you guys still look at least twenty-five, though! I look so old, I have wrinkles!"

They just laughed, "You look to be at least twenty-eight, doll," Marcus winked.

I sighed, there was just no winning in this situation. "When will I be leaving?" I asked. Could I find a home fast enough?

"As soon, as possible. We wasted most of your life here in this castle," Didyme whispered, looking ashamed. Her blond curls bounced as she shook her head. Marcus put an arm around his beloved, comforting her.

Jealousy flared in my petite-ish body, I never got to experience the love they have. I just hope I can find a bachelor with kids for me to take care of and to love.

That's all I ever wanted, even when I was little; I'd always imagine me, being a mother of at least two children, caring for them and a husband that would always love me and kiss me at least twice a day. My husband and I would live in a big house, somewhere in the world and travel every once in a while.

Knocks on the door interrupted my depressing thoughts, Jane ran in a letter in her hands, "Gianna, this is for you. It was barely received," her sweet childish voice huffed.

I held my hand out for the letter, "Thank you, Jane."

I opened it and inside was a letter, from my sister dating to almost two years ago;

Dearest Gianna,

Sister, I have given birth to a daughter. Her name is Andrea Roxanne Cazalis. She looks a great deal like you, absolutely beautiful.

If you get this letter, then I have died. You'd always been the one to crave having children and a family. My daughter's father has been killed in a robbery. We weren't married, so I'm guessing this is God's way of punishing me.I acquired breast cancer a few months after Andrea's birth.

Please, Gianna. Care for Andrea as of she were your own. She is two years old, her birthday is on January 2. Her birthday was not long ago and has no other family to care for her. As of right now, she is in an orphanage 'Carissimi bambini' to be exact or 'Beloved Children.'. No other realatives wanted her, saying she was a disgraceful 'bastard', my daughter is not a bastard Gianna. She is the sweetest child you will have ever met.

The local church had a funeral for me, I am with the angels now, dear sister.

With As Much Love As One Can Give,

Ana.

Tears fell from my eyes, "No." I whispered. Looking at the vampires staring at me, I quickly let Aro touch my hand.

His face was sad as he told everyone else in lighting speed. Everyone looked understanding.

"I have to leave sooner than I thought," I mumbled and quickly exited the room.

Andrea, sweet innocence. I promise that you'll live pretty well as soon as I get to you.

So yeah, you can pretty much tell what's going to happen next, that will bind some people together.(: