Disclaimer: The Twilight Saga is owned by Stephanie Meyer. I don't happen to be her; therefore, I cannot possibly own it.

Rating: Rated 'T' for 'Teen'. May change later.

Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, Family, Fluff, Friendship, First Time, General, High School, Horror, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Supernatural, Vampires

Warnings: Adult Content, Blood, Discriminatory Language, Violence

Pairings: Jasper/Bella, Emmett/Rosalie, Carlisle/Esme, Peter/Charlotte

Summary: Your typical story. Boy meets girl. They fall in love. A baby is quickly made. What happens when the boy's a vampire? What happens when said vampire is killed before the baby's born? Renée doesn't know what's going to happen to her baby, but Nahuel promises to keep it safe from his father. Jasper/ Bella


Author's Notes: It's not a Twilight story without the books' lead man making an entrance sometime.


04. Edward


Friday, September 29, 1944

Rosalie's P. O. V.

I had just gotten done with Emmett's bag when my husband interrupted my packing. "Rosie, what are you doing?" Thankfully, I had already gotten together all of Bella's things.

"Giving you and Bella a weekend together."

"Aren't you going to come too?" Poor guy sounded worried.

"No."

"Are you angry about the car wash?" Not until he mentions it.

"Nope."

He shuffled his feet, nervous. "Why are you sending us away?"

"Bella's things came in yesterday afternoon while you were helping Bella walk and hunt. I want to get her room finished."

"Wouldn't it get done faster with me here? One of us could be putting together furniture and the other could paint." That was his begging voice; he didn't use it often, mostly for when he wanted something badly that he was sure I'd refuse. It was typically not to move somewhere with the family and to go out on our own.

I whipped around, glaring at him. "What the hell is your problem, Em? You act like I'm kicking you out. I don't want her inhaling paint fumes. That can't be good for her lungs." Immediately, he gave me a dimple filled grin. "What? You thought I was leaving you? God no. Who else is going to put up with me? I love you too much, you big lug." Emmett swept me up in a hug and gave me a deep, long kiss that I would have normally refused. Bella started the whimpering she did when she was beginning to wake up.

After a couple more pecks, ones that I found sweet, he went to see to our baby. Only a few seconds passed before I heard, "Dear God! What did you eat? That is just… I think I'm gonna throw up. Oh God! I can taste it!" There were giggles. "Oh, you think that's funny? You can change your own diaper." More giggles and then a shriek. "You just peed on me!"

That was why I loved the man.


I sighed as I tore open the box to Bella's bed. It was a spacious crib that had removable sides so that it could be more appropriate for a toddler bed as the child grew older. I figured it would last the longest with how long we wanted to stay here. Hopefully we would be able to make it until Bella needed to start school before moving again. Then, maybe, we could move to New York and send her to a private academy. Although, Emmett wasn't too fond of The Big Apple. He preferred hick towns and living out in the country instead. Well, we could always go to France, live on an orchard, and home school her. Either way, we'd have to move in a maximum of five years.

At first, I had planned on doing the main walls a pastel pink with medium brown molding and alternating it with the closet. Then, we'd put down a chocolate colored rug with pink poka-dots. To top it all off, we'd have her furniture mostly white with drawers alternating between the brown and pink. However, when I started thinking about all the things she liked, I knew she'd hate it. For some odd reason, she liked brown. It was a strange color to love, but she did nonetheless. If it was Esme designing the room, it would look like a bubblegum wonderland, no matter the child's preferences. She would have wanted to make it a little girl, princess wonderland.

Instead I'd give her the brown she wanted and plenty of pink accents. I knew Bella wouldn't appreciate all of my hard work now and sacrifice of Esme's princess room, but she'd at least like the colors.

I was off to paint the walls the main color. I started with the left one and worked my way around the room in a clockwise fashion. When I was done, I did the walls of her closet. It was unfortunate that we couldn't paint in vampire speed or we'd have messily painted walls with horrible smears. Not to mention the splatters all over hard-wood floors and ceiling. No, some things were best done at human speed.

Sometime towards the end of my closet painting, the phone in the kitchen started ringing. "Emmett, I'm not done. You can't come back yet."

"I'm not surprised that you're having marriage troubles with that big idiot, but he's not why we called."

Why did it have to be the family? "Hello to you too Edward. And I'm not having marriage troubles. He's out running errands and I don't want him messing up my paint job."

"I see. You're making the humming noise you typically do when you smell paint."

"It isn't a crime to paint a house." Why did I answer the phone?

"Oh yes, you get to play Holly-Homemaker while Emmett's out doing errands for you. Sounds like such an exciting life." I could feel him rolling his eyes.

With a sigh, I held back the foul language I wanted to use. "Why did you call me?"

"No, it's Esme. She's having a miniature breakdown. This is the first time you or Emmett have gone out on your own and my vigilante adventure went so horribly. You haven't called yet like you said you would and she's been worried."

"Well, we're fine. We're happy on our own. We might prolong our stay even. The area's been good for us."

Quickly, the phone was changed over. "Are you sure you're okay? You don't need anything? If you can't find the things you want, I can do it. Sometimes it can be difficult to-"

"Esme! It's fine. We're fine. We're just painting the main guest room and thinking about tearing down a wall to make it bigger for her."

"Her? Who's she? Is it someone we know? Is it Irena? She's been asking about the two of you a great deal."

Damn it. Why'd I have to open my big mouth? "It's our new friend." Yes! Good lie; well, a somewhat lie. If we told them about having a baby that fed on deer, a baby in general, the Denalis would get involved. Tanya, Irena, and Kate wouldn't hesitate to kill her like Emmett did. They'd be even quicker about it than him in the initial attack.

"New… friend?"

At first I nodded, but quickly realized even vampire hearing couldn't manage knowing I did that, heading back to put another coat of paint on what I've already done of the furniture and decorations. I had to set the phone down so that I could work on the wooden jaguar knickknacks I bought. I knew they'd be able to hear me from nearly anywhere in this house as long as I shouted. Nevertheless, I brought all my materials to the kitchen so I wouldn't have to strain. "Yeah. She's new to this life, like, really new, but she's got magnificent control. We haven't told her anything about the family; she gets upset really easy." It would be best to stick to the facts and let them assume for themselves. "We found her about two weeks ago, a newborn. Someone just left her near the river. We're not sure how old she was prior to our finding her, but she was here, alone, for at least a couple days. Maybe longer. She was the only scent in the area other than wildlife."

"Oh, how awful. How are you handling it?"

"Oh, she's good. She's been great. It's a challenge, not having raised one ourselves, but we're managing rather easily." I skipped over the cast iron bear bookends. Those were beautiful all on their own.

"And Emmett? How's he holding up?"

"He's fantastic. She's really good for him. You should see him. He devotes so much of his time to helping her. I've never seen him this excited and calm at the same time. You'd be proud of him. Of course there was the time she bit me and he was seconds away from tearing her to pieces, but I had just been too close to her food. It was entirely my fault."

I heard the phone being switched to a different set of hands. "You say her control is magnificent. How so?" Ah, Carlisle, the constant scientist.

"Well, last Friday and Saturday, we took her to town." Before I could even explain I was being yelled at for our stupidity of taking a newborn vampire into a city full of humans. "She was fine. Once in a while she'd stare at a person longer than necessary, but nothing happened. Right now Emmett's got her and they're in town again. I sent him away to do some errands and to take her with him."

"And you're planning on ushering her through her newborn year with Emmett?"

"What's wrong with Emmett helping raise a newborn?" Even if it was a newborn vampire, he'd do perfectly fine. Just as well as he was doing with a baby.

Quickly, my sire tried backtracking. "Nothing. I didn't mean anything was wrong with it at all. It's simply that… Emmett isn't exactly the best example of someone able to stick to our diet. He's too impulsive."

"And that's exactly why he'd be perfect. He'd be able to understand what they're going through. Edward willingly left. He doesn't know what it's like to accidentally drain someone. He was perfectly fine with killing whoever he wanted as long as they monsters mentally. Edward doesn't know the guilt and grief Emmett went through after he drained that woman in her back yard. My husband can empathize while Edward would just hold it above her head that his control is oh-so perfect, like he did with Em. Edward ridiculed my mate for weeks. No thank you."

"I apologize; I hadn't known. Esme and I will be having words with him once we're done here. But, I'd like to meet her, if that's alright."

I almost dropped my brush. "I don't mean to be offensive, but it isn't. She can barely stand two vampires around her. Another? She freaks out over new noises. Having a new scent would be bad. Very bad. Do you know how many times Emmett had to honk the horn to get her used to the sound of it? It took him hours. Then the smell of gas? Of people in general? Sure, we can control her right now, but it's a constant wild card. Emmett washed his car the other day and she sat on top and watched; the next day he was playing poker and she broke the table when he made a loud noise. Any of you coming here would be bad."

"Perhaps if we sent some of our scent there. That would get her used to us faster."

"Oh sure. Give the girl that screamed her head off for half an hour every time she saw Emmett at first. He tried to kill her when we first saw her. It took her a while just to get her to tolerate him. Sure, they're fine now, but it was stop and go there for a long time. One minute she'd be okay with him being in the house, the next time he moved, she'd have a fit." Okay, that tidbit was a complete lie. She adored Emmett only after a couple of days. "Do not come to us. She can deal with humans and sounds for the most part, but you just can't be here right now. It's too dangerous."

Edward scoffed in the background. "Dangerous? It's only dangerous for the newborn. We'd have her contained in mere seconds." They weren't coming anywhere near my baby!

"Edward!" So, Tanya came to visit the Casa de Cullen. "She has newborn strength and she was just dumped there. I'm betting that vampire didn't know two more were coming to the area, nothing would have alerted the person to it. She probably went through the change alone." I could almost hear the shudder. "If she was to be contained, you'd have to rip all of her limbs off, and just to be studied when she's already iffy around vampires? Did you ever think that maybe she was a pet previous to her turning? This would be mental torture for her. You're disgusting."

I growled at the two of them, hearing Edward snarl at me in return. "Look, I don't know what happened to her before we found her, but I seriously doubt she was a pet. We'll call you when she's ready for visits. Just… don't get your hopes up because it's going to be a long time. A very long time." Quickly, I hung up. Just like I knew they would, my phone began ringing once again.

I went back to putting an eager human effort into working on Bella's room. It didn't take me long to finish up as all I had left were the baseboards, molding, and closet shelves. Maybe one weekend I could take Bella out and let Emmett take some paint and put some pink stars up there. That way, at least, he would be doing something Bella would like.

I worked through the night and the next day, not that it mattered for my non-existent sleeping pattern, piecing back together the furniture when it dried, hanging up the decorations. It was as I was finishing up with everything, making sure everything was where it should be, that I smelled it, barely there underneath the fumes. Whoever it was came at a good time; the paint covered up a great deal of other smells in the area, but vampire was a scent that was difficult to mask. Along with werewolf.

A great deal of restraint was used to keep myself from hissing at the knowledge that they had been here for at least part of while I was working and hadn't known of it.

Quickly, I put all of my supplies away, subtly looking through the house as I did so. The kitchen had the entire wall of windows, though the wall wasn't that large. As I passed through that room, I saw a Hispanic woman, the vampire, in a tree as she scoped out the old, dead one that had been Bella's original hiding place.

Her aura, the fibers that made up an individual, human or not, surrounded her like a light fog. It flowed to the ground, much like a loose dress that happened to be a foot thick, and draped around the tree branch about six feet in radius. Auras were common this way, looking like those misty ghosts on television, echoing the body in a much larger form that was still able to be seen through clearly.

The main color was a lovely violet, dark and seductive, one I knew to only belong to supernatural beings, no matter the species. There was also a light teal shimmer flowing through it, representing determination, followed by a similar medium tone to show her open-minded psyche. The next common one was pastel pink that love possessed; whomever she loved so dearly felt the same familial affection. Lastly, she had an unhealthy dose of a gloomy grey; that was one of my most hated colors, as it exposed how depressed she was, how depressed she would be for the rest of her existence.

Suddenly, she looked up, and I felt a sharp stab of a neutral floating sensation. Strange, usually I was hit with an unnatural amount of nausea, though any nausea in general was unnatural for vampires, the warm and fuzzy feelings of the happiness and love that I could typically only get when Emmett wrapped me up in his arms, or a pain that would double over someone unused to feeling it when meeting a new person. She didn't give me the sickness of someone it would never be wise to trust, like Edward, but she didn't make me feel the throbbing that meant she was intending to cause harm either me or my loved ones, nor did she make me feel wanted as I did when I stumbled across Emmett all those years ago. That feeling, and those dimples, was what led me to save him.

Ever so slowly, happiness crept in through my body, yet I was also starting to feel pain through my limbs. I knew this wasn't because of her per say, but what she was here to do.

Emmett. I need to call him, but I doubted he was at the hotel. Bella! He couldn't come with her. We'd have a fight on our hands, but if he didn't come here now, we might have a fight anyhow.

I went to meet her outside, already on the defensive of her invading my territory. "Hello, I'm Rosalie. You're on my property."

It seemed I wasn't the only one wary. "I apologize. When my family visited a few weeks ago, he hadn't been aware of this land being claimed."

"I'd prefer it if you left. Quickly." My words were tense as they left my mouth; I needed my husband, partially due to my fighting skills being mediocre at best. Mostly it was because I was frightened.

A smirk crossed her face. "It seems I cannot as he'll be here soon. Once he mentioned that he saw a couple of other vampires in the area, I knew I had to come by before he did."

"My mate should return soon." I walked away, not leaving my back to her and hoping like hell that I was right.


Ending Author's Notes: Oooo, who ever could it be?


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