A/N: There's going to be a bit of fast forwarding, until Bella is about the age of 15. So please, bear with me as I skim over little Bella's life ;-)

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

Bella, age 5

"Mommy, there's someone at the door!" cried Bella. At the young age of five, she was smart enough to know that she shouldn't open the door by herself. She grabbed a hold of Renee's hand and dragged her toward the door. Laughing, Renee opened it only to be greeted by an officer; a co-worker of her husband's, Charlie.

"Mrs. Swan?" the young officer asked. He looked to be about 24 years old, 3 years Renee's junior. She immediately became worried; knowing that the officer would obviously know Charlie was working and therefore would have no reason to visit. Unless…no, she wouldn't get ahead of herself. "Could I come in, please?" he asked when Renee nodded.

She led him into the living room, sending Bella upstairs to play in her room. She instructed the child to turn her music on, and not come out until she was summoned. It was harsh, but Renee had no desire for Bella to witness what she was sure she was about to go through.

"So what can I do for you, Officer…" she trailed off, not knowing his name.

"Cooper, ma'am. But please, call me Phil."

"Okay then, Phil. How can I help you?"

"Mrs. Swan –"

"Renee, please," she interrupted. He nodded.

"Renee, there's something I have to tell you, but have no idea how." He groaned, frustrated. Renee looked at him with worried eyes, unsure if she wanted him to continue or not. She decided to help him out, to get it over with.

"It's Charlie, isn't it?" she asked quietly. When he nodded, her face contorted in pain. A single tear slid down her cheek, and he moved to wipe it away. With that motion, she burst into sobs, clinging to him as she cried over the loss of her husband. When the tears began subsiding, she sat up and apologized.

"No need to be sorry," said Phil.

"How?" asked Renee, her voice hoarse.

"There was a burglary," he began. "Charlie was the closest. We told him to wait for backup, but he heard shots being fired…he never was one to let someone get hurt because he was 'too scared'."

Renee nodded, knowing just how brave…or even stupid Charlie could be.

"I got there just as he was taking his last breath," Phil continued. "He told me to tell you he loves you very much, and that you should do your best to make Bella and yourself very happy. He said he didn't want you to wallow, or cry too many tears for him; but to remember him as he was, and not as he is." With that, Renee burst into another round of tears, letting it all out. She figured the least she could do for Charlie was to follow his wishes. When the tears subsided once more, she thanked Phil for coming to tell her and showed him the door.

She wasn't sure how she was going to raise a child on her own, seeing as how she herself wasn't quite ready to grow up just yet.

Bella, age 8

Bella was in the kitchen pouring milk into the cereal bowls, as her mother ran around getting ready for work.

"I'm going to be home a little late, so see if you can catch a ride from Angela's mom, okay sweetie?"

"Sure thing, Mum," replied Bella. Renee hadn't taken Charlie's death too well, so Bella had pretty much grown up completely in the past three years. She now cooked all the meals for the two of them, did the laundry, and worked on her homework without any prompting. She didn't mind, but would have preferred to be out playing with the rest of her friends. Now she was going to be home alone again, probably until she went to bed; which meant she wouldn't see her mother until breakfast tomorrow. She sighed. At least she would have time with her mother for breakfast.

"I've got to run to the office early today, sorry Bells. Thanks for the cereal, though!"

Or not.

Feeling like she had the weight of the world on her little shoulders, she cleaned up the remains of breakfast and got ready for school.

Bella, age 12

As Bella was switching the laundry from the washer to the dryer, she heard the front door shut.

"Bella? Can you come out here please?" Heading out to the living room, she stopped when she saw a man in there with her mother. She knew this man, although she couldn't remember from where.

"Bella, this is Phil." Phil…oh, she remembered now. Phil was the man who told her mother about Charlie's death. "You want to sit down, please, sweetie?" her mother asked.

"Sure." Bella went and sat cross-legged in the arm chair, as Phil and Renee sat on the couch.

"We have big news," said Renee, holding Phil's hand. Bella looked down at their entwined hands, and raised an eyebrow.

"You're getting married?" she asked unenthusiastically.

"Well, yes," answered Renee, put out at not being able to surprise her daughter. "But there's more."

Grinning at Renee, Phil looked over at Bella. "We're pregnant!" he exclaimed. This got a reaction out of Bella.

"Oh my God, Phil! Congratulations! I didn't know our species had evolved so men could have babies!" She was being sarcastic, of course, and they caught that. She didn't much care about what went on in Renee's life, and only dreaded the thought that she would have to raise a baby as well. And then she realized what the news of the marriage meant.

"So," began Bella tentatively. "That means that you're going to live here, right Phil?" When he nodded, she continued. "And that means that you're going to raise the baby…with Mum of course," she added after a pointed glare from her mother. He nodded again, laughing.

"Yes, I'll be here to raise the baby, and your mother as well," he chuckled, winking at Renee. Bella almost gagged at the giggle Renee let out, but held it in. She figured anyone who was willing to raise a child and the child's mother was a saint in her book, especially when that child's mother was Renee.

Bella, age 15

The wedding had been nice. Phil and Renee had been married in a month. They had a small ceremony, rushed so Renee wouldn't be showing when she wore her gown. Six months later, they had a little boy: Caiden Matthew Cooper. Bella hadn't let Phil adopt her, so she kept her own name of Swan. She wanted something to remember her father by; although she had no issues with Phil.

Phil had been true to his word; waking with the baby every night, feeding him, changing his diapers…everything. But Bella had quickly fallen in love with her little brother, and helped him out often. Whenever Phil and Renee wanted to go out, Bella readily agreed to babysit. And so, that's what she was doing that fateful night when she went to answer the door.

She had just gotten two year old Caiden to fall asleep in her arms when the doorbell rang. She went to open it, and saw a uniform. Inviting the officer in, she ignored the feeling of dread and déjà vu and put Caiden in his crib.

She kissed his forehead, and rubbed his back as he adjusted to his bed. Going out to the living room, she wondered what was going to happen now that Renee and Phil were dead.

A/N: I'm not sure if I'm going to continue this…