Realized I haven't put this in here so here goes...

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

"Elizabeth?"

My husband appeared through the light mist swirling about our ankles. Honestly, this whole Heaven-is-foggy-thing is entirely too clichéd. I had imagined something more...modern.

Not that I was one to talk. I was the one who died in 1918.

I sighed. Edward...oh, Edward, my child. He was a vampire now. Times had changed; vampires had managed to blend into society. It gave me some comfort to know that Edward wasn't being hunted with pitchforks and torches. Not that I would know, of course. As clichéd as this place was, the one thing I had been looking forward to-watching over our loved ones-wasn't even happening. Apparently it had something to do with 'free will'. We only got to look down once in a while. Unbelievable.

"Elizabeth?" Edward called, a little louder. I turned and smiled at my husband's copper hair, so similar to our Edward's, but my husband's was slightly rustier in colour.

"Yes, darling?" I answered. Edward Senior handed me a piece of paper. I plucked it from his hands, looking at him in confusion. He shrugged.

"Don't look at me, I'm just the messenger," he said. I laughed and smiled at him. He smiled back at me. "By the way, honey, today's your day."

I froze before struggling to restrain a scream that threatened to explode from me. "Honestly?" I asked, my eyes shining. He nodded brightly at me before turning and fading away. I shook my head at him. He was probably going to go play darts again. He had got himself addicted to that. I often found him cavorting around throwing pointed bullets at a board. I still failed to understand the point behind the silly game.

I made my way to the round crystal clear pool where the pinkish mist spread out to form a transparent sheet that resembled a mirror. I stood before it. While waiting for the images to begin I unfolded the scrap of paper. The scent of lilacs and freesia drifted from it. I smiled at the scent.

I smiled as I read the cursive handwriting that was messy but elegant at the same time. The last I saw or heard of Edward, he was engaged to a charming young lady named Bella Swan. She was human-I could not pretend to understand how Edward controlled his...vampire tendencies around her, but I had faith in my son.

Tears built up in my eyes. I blinked it away fiercely and refolded the piece of paper, committing it to memory. I diverted my attention and gazed down at the clear pool. "Edward Anthony Masen Cullen," I said firmly. I thought for a second before adding, "And his fiancée, Isabella Marie Swan."

Fiancée. In 1918, when I was on the sickbed before realizing Carlisle Cullen's secret, I had never dreamed Edward would live to find a woman worthy of him. Now, not only had he met a stunning, gorgeous, witty and kind woman, but he had found a family.

"Who else?" a male voice asked in a bored drawl, and I narrowed my eyes at the pool. Obviously the poor soul on duty today was not in the best of moods.

The pool shimmered slightly before giving way to a crystal clear image. I sat down gracefully and immersed myself in the images dancing across the pool.

My son, my Edward, was sitting on a smooth white couch with Bella folded across his lap, smiling at him. I smiled at the scene of intimacy-in my time, something as small as holding hands in public was considered controversial and the poor perpetrators would be condemned from society. Now public displays of affection were common, even if they were frowned upon by the authorities-namely, parents and school teachers.

"Bella, please?" my son was begging. Bella pouted at him stubbornly, an air of determination about her.

"No," she said firmly. "Edward, I am not going to let you buy me a new car. You promised me, no cars until after the change."

I smiled. Edward, Edward. He was forever trying to persuade Bella to let him buy items for her. Although I was proud of Edward's generosity, I could understand where Bella was coming from. It was, on occasion, frustrating to have one constantly trying to buy expensive gifts.

"Be-lla!" I started to laugh. My son was whining. I hadn't heard him whine since he was six and was told he was not to, under any circumstances, sneak onto a submarine set for Ireland.

"Time's up," the monotonous voice said, and the pool shimmered out into a blocked surface again. I scowled at it, making a mental note to try visit Edward again sometime. I absolutely had to make it for his wedding.

I walked away, casting another wistful glance at the pool before brightening up when I remembered the note folded in my pocket. I took it out and reread it, running my thumb over the words, sent from one world to another. I smiled. A miracle indeed.

Dear Elizabeth,

Hi. Um, I really don't know how to do this. It's really awkward for me being in this situation, but I decided to give it a go. My fiancé's already a vampire, I might as well write to you.

I'm getting married to Edward before September 13th. It's my condition, but I have no idea what the date will be. I suppose it depends on how fast Alice can find the perfect wedding venue, although knowing her, she would probably switch it around a hundred times before settling on the original location.

I want you to know I really love your son. He's very special to me. He thinks he doesn't have a soul, but he does. I can feel it in me. I know there is the whole species-difference issue, but if they managed to convince a lion and tiger to mate, I'm sure a vampire and human should pull it off.

I won't lie; Edward tends to blame himself too much. He blames himself for everything that happens, be it a mosquito bite I might get, or me totalling my truck, although he would probably be a little happy too. He says I can't see myself very well, but in reality, it's the other way around. He thinks himself as a demon, a soulless monster. It's not true and I wish he would see that.

The Cullens' are a great family, and they take great care of Edward. I hope you know Edward's in good hands and is loved dearly. I hope you rest in peace knowing this.

Bella