Chapter 6: Special Family

Nessie's POV

I cried and cried for awhile. I eventually cried myself to sleep. When I woke up it was already morning. Right away I realized that I was in a nice, warm and cozy bed. The blankets that engulfed me kept me nice and warm despite the storm that was raging outside.

If there is one thing that I hated about Washington is that it always rained. When you're homeless it kind of sucks. Okay, there is no kind of about it. It really does suck when it's pouring non stop and you have no place warm and dry to stay. It's the number one reason why I have had the cold and flu ten times more then the average person.

My heart tripled in speed when I realized that there was someone else in the room.

"I'm sorry Nessie, I didn't mean to scare you" Edward said apologetically. "I just came to check on you"

"Well next time can you like make some noise or something? You nearly gave me a heart attack"

"I'm sorry. Anyway, are you okay? Do you need anything?" he asked me.

"Maybe a glass of water" I said as I realized how dry my throat was.

He left the room and came back a minute later with a glass filled to the brim with water. I swallowed half of the water in just a few seconds.

"Thank you" I said as I set the cup down on the nearby stand. "So you're Edward, right?" I just wanted to make sure that I memorized the names of all the members of the family.

"Yes" he answered. "So Nessie, you've really been homeless your entire life?" he asked me, his voice sounded very sad.

"Yeah, I have been. I never did have a place to call home. You know what really sucks? It's the fact that the rest of society views us homeless kids as nothing but pieces of trash. We're not valued as people at all"

"Nessie that is just nonsense. Of course you're a valuable person. Don't you ever forget that. You're not a piece of trash" he said.

"That's not what the rest of society thinks. I mean I've heard it all. My friends and I have been called trash, scum, good for nothing, burdens to society, troublemakers. I mean, we're brushed aside as if we don't matter at all. I mean, they treat us all like rats. We're hated. We're looked down upon"

"Well society is wrong!" Edward stated firmly. "You're situation does not determine your worth a person. You can't help the fact that you've been in this situation your entire life. You can't control the fact that you're homeless. It doesn't take away from who you are personally. You're still a good person. I mean, someone else took you on, just like you took on two little kids. Obviously homelessness doesn't make you a bad person. So have worth. It's just too bad that society can't recognize it"

"You really think so?" I asked him. I had never heard someone say such things about homeless people. I have only heard the polar opposite.

"Nessie I don't think so. I know so" Edward said.

I smiled. His words touched me in a way that made me feel like maybe I was valued. That maybe people really have been wrong about me my whole life.

I tried to get up but I was having some trouble so he helped me. As soon as I was up I hugged him hard. I was sure that I caught him off guard. But he hugged me in return.

By the time that I went downstairs there was already a plate of pancakes waiting for me at the kitchen table.

"There you are Nessie, we were wondering when you would wake up" Carlisle said with a smile.

"What time is it?" I asked as I sat down at the table and started eating.

"It's only 8:15" he said. "We've been awake for awhile" he said.

"So how are my kids doing?" I remembered him saying that Naomi had a severe case of pneumonia.

"Well Naomi has shown some improvement already. I have her hooked up to an IV and a breathing mask. She is doing better now that she is breathing easier. Noah is with Rosalie right now. Rosalie loves babies and little kids so she is busy playing with him right now"

"Where is everyone else?" I asked curiously.

"We're all here" I heard Bella say.

I literally jumped when I heard her voice. These people really need to learn how to make some noise to let others know that they're here. They really were all there. Even Rosalie with Noah.

"So are you enjoying breakfast Nessie? I wasn't sure what to make you" Esme said.

"It's delicious. Than you Esme. You're all too kind. Really you are"

"We just want to help you Nessie. We want to help you and those two kids of yours. We don't like that you're homeless and we want to change that" Carlisle said.

"Wait, what do you mean?" I asked him, curiously.

"Well when you were asleep we were discussing somethings. I guess, what we want to ask is if you want to live with us?" Carlisle asked.

Whoa. I was shocked to say the least. I had not been expecting that at all. I was so thrown off guard that I didn't even know what to say.

"Really? You all want me here?" I asked.

"Of course we do Nessie" Esme was the one to answer. "We want to give you and those kids a home. We want to help you. We don't care if you've had problems with the law either. We can help you and we want to help you"

I smiled the biggest smile that I had smiled in a long time. They really were a special family.

"I would love that" I said. "Thank you so much-" before I could even finish my sentence I suddenly found myself in a sea of hugs. Some of them hugging me so tight that it was even hard to breathe sometimes. How could they get so happy over me? A pregnant stranger nonetheless? I didn't know and I didn't care.

I spent the rest of the morning with them. The girls insisted on dressing me up. Don't ask me how but somehow when Alice went to the mall she managed to find fancy clothes, like Prada, in maternity. It all felt really weird to me. But I enjoyed it.

I was so happy. Happier then words could possibly describe. I couldn't stop thinking about happy I was and how good the Cullens were being to me.

Unfortunately I forgot to pay attention to where I was going. As I was walking down the stairs I missed a step and fell. Luckily I managed to grab onto the rail, but not without accidentally smacking the side of my head on the wall and my wrist was also hurting as well.

I let out a stream of profanities and curse words in Spanish. I ranted and raved in Spanish. Basically I said a bunch of things that are very unfitting for a young lady. All in Spanish. I have this tendency to revert to Spanish when I'm upset.

When I was done I felt extremely embarrassed. I felt a sense of relief when I saw the confused expressions on their faces. Good. They didn't understand a single thing I said.

Then I happened to glance at Edward. He glared at me angrily with his arms folded across his chest. His entire stance screamed 'angry'.

I was actually a bit scared. Please someone tell me that Edward doesn't speak Spanish and didn't understand every single word I just said?

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