Hello World. Although this is NOT my first fanfiction, this is my first story involving Edward and Bella. (On my other account, I have stories revolving around Renesmee and Jacob. Ask for the link if you want it). For this particular fanfic, I do have a beta I guess you could say. She doesn't have an account on here, but she is quite amazing. The title for this story was thought of by my beta, and changed a little bit by me, but Thank You Kathleen for the help (:.

Just a little summary here: The story takes place during New Moon, while Edward is away. As Bella tries to deal with her depression and sorrow, something terrible happens to her… She is raped. No matter what alternative she looks to, she just can't give her baby away. Bella keeps her child, and names him Evan. One day, when Evan is supposed to have a doctor's appointment, he gets re-scheduled with an unexpected doctor… and old friend…

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"Mommy where are we goin?" Evan asked me as I slipped his left shoe on and began to tie it.

I laced up the strings and patted his little foot lovingly. "Well Turtle, we are going to visit your Grandpa Charlie, and then after that, you have a doctor's appointment."

The look on his face when I said 'Grandpa' went from delighted to fearful when I spoke of the doctors.

"It's alright, it is just a checkup. No needles, I promise." I smiled to my son and held out my pinky for him. Just as I knew he would, Evan grasped his miniscule pinky to mine and we shook.

I stood up, put on my own shoes, and tried to assist Evan in putting his coat on. As soon as I had one hand on the sleeve, he pulled away and looked at me as if I had done something wrong.

"No Mommy, I'm a big boy. I do it myself." His beautiful brown eyes twinkled as he whirled around trying to find the hole in which his arm would go through. Although Evan had inherited my eye color, his eyes always seemed magnificent when compared to mine.

I reached my hand out to help him again, already knowing that he wouldn't want my assistance. When my son wanted to try something, he was very stubborn, much like his mother. Not being able to help Evan with such a small activity almost pained me. He was struggling, and even if it was something as unimportant as putting on a jacket, I yearned to give him a hand.

"Evan really, it is okay to ask for help sometimes." I tried to tell him.

He shook his head, and ignored my attempt to help. While he was spinning around trying to find the other arm hole, his little tongue was sticking out in frustration. He was so stubborn, much like myself.

Finally he had located it, and successfully put his jacket on by himself, for the very first time. Seeing my little boy doing things independently made me more proud than you could ever imagine. He was getting so big; it was as if just yesterday I was bringing him home from the hospital. His little blue blanket, his stuffed wolf that sat peacefully in his car seat with him…

As I drove to my father's house, Evan sat in the back of my car and played with his miniature toy cars, occasionally making engine noises or crashing the cars together and giggling. I adjusted my rearview mirror so that I could see his little body perfectly. I looked in the reflection and watched as he smiled and enjoyed playing quietly. Something must have caused him to realize I was staring because he looked up at me and gasped.

"Mommy, can I ask you somefing?" He sighed and looked like something was troubling him.

Automatically I nodded. "Sure baby. What is it?"

"Why do you call me Turtle? It's not my name."

I laughed at myself. At first I thought something was wrong with Evan, and I was ready to pull the car over to comfort him, when in reality, he was just questioning me about his nickname. "I call you turtle because you remind me of a turtle sweetheart."

He cocked his head to the side. "But turtles are aminals Mommy. I'm a big boy."

"Of course I know that you are not an animal, but… hmm, I don't know the right words to say this." I thought of how I could put my thoughts into something that Evan could comprehend quickly. "Turtles are rather slow, but they are very smart and strong, just like you. When you don't know how to do something, I can tell that you look at the small things. Just like this morning baby, when you were putting on your jacket. It took you a while, but you did it because you are very smart." I smiled at him. He seemed happy with this. "Also, you are very strong. Not only with your brand new muscles, but you are Mommy's big boy."

"Big boys pwotect stuff. Mommy needs pwotecting. I will always pwotect you."

I started to stammer with my words. "Wh-what do you mean mommy ne-needs protecting, Turtle?" I had heard those lines before. People say they will always be there for you, and in reality, they leave you when you are the most vulnerable…

Evan grumbled as he did when I frustrate him. "I don't want fings to hurt you cause I love you. I don't like it when you are sad, Mommy."

My jaw dropped, and I had a longing to stop the car, and reach in the backseat just to embrace my son. All along, I knew Evan was smart, and of course I knew he loved me, but never did I imagine that he could comprehend what it felt like to want to keep someone safe. That little boy in the back seat with the brown eyes, and big heart was the best thing that had ever, and could ever happen to me. Words cannot even begin to explain the way it feels to a mother when her baby tells her they love her.

"Have I told you I loved you today?" I whispered, my smile shining through.

Evan nodded. "Yes."

"Well, I'm going to say it again. I love you very, very, very, much. More than anything in thewhole world." I told him and made a right turn onto the road that would lead us to Charlie's. "Don't you ever forget that Mommy loves you, alright? Promise?"

"That's a lot, Mommy." He looked amazed. "But I pwomise."

"Good." I told him and we both went back to what we were doing before our little moment. Turtle went back to playing with his matchbox cars, and I, although driving, continued to think. Evan and I always talked together, no matter where we were. A lot of the time, it was just he and I alone unless we were visiting friends or Charlie. Our apartment was perfect for the two of us, but I know how he enjoys it when we have company over. "Would you like me to turn some music on, sweetheart?"

He nodded and I flicked my hand to the radio. The sound of Evan's sing-along CD's filled the car, and he bobbed his little head to the beat and made me smile yet again. He never ceases to fulfill me with happiness. Although I still suffer with the occasional sorrow of my past, Evan brightens my days. Even if there is always going to be a raincloud in the sky…

We got to Charlie's short after, and as soon as I unbuckled Evan from his seat, he sprinted to the door that was currently being flung open by my Dad. He crouched down and scooped my son into his arms. I grabbed my purse from the front seat and made my way to the house. Charlie gave me a one-armed hug, as Evan was in the other arm. We were ushered inside, and I took a seat at the table.

He was already babbling to his Grandfather by the time I was seated.

"When are we goin fishin?" He asked. Charlie and Evan usually went fishing on Sundays, but lately it has been too muddy for him to go out.

Charlie laughed. "We can go whenever you're Mommy let's you. But right now it is too icky, and all the fishies are hiding."

"Well where are they hiding at?" Evan cocked his head to the side. "Are they scared?"

"Yeah buddy. They know how well you can fish, and they are nervous." Charlie poked Evan gently in the chest. "You're my little fishing champion aren't you?"

"Uh-huh!" He clapped. "I love fishin wif you."

Charlie came in the dining room with Evan, and whispered "Why don't you go watch some TV, while Mommy and I talk, okay Buddy?"

Evan put his finger to his lip as if he were thinking. "Okay, but can I have some juice first?"

I started to get up from the chair I was sitting in, but Charlie put his hand in front of me.

"I got this one Bells." He whispered. I started to protest, but before I could get a word out, he was already on his way to the refrigerator. Charlie opened the door, and reached in shortly before pulling out a juice pouch. He poked the straw in through the correct hole, and handed the juice to Evan. "There you go kiddo, ready now?"

He nodded, and ran into the living room. The television already had cartoons on, and he sat quietly on the couch.

"So, Bells, how is everything? Haven't seen you since Thursday, and it is already Monday. You can't keep the little squirt away from me." He chuckled. Dad and Evan had a very close relationship; Charlie was practically wrapped around his little fingers. The whole world knew that the two of them were inseparable. It surprised me how loving, and open Charlie was with Evan.

I sighed. "I'm good. Evan has a check-up after this. I know he is afraid though, the little thing hates the doctor's office almost as much as I do."

"You did too when you were his age, Bella." Charlie told me. "Course, you were there so often with all the times you fell down, you would think you would have gotten used to it. I still don't know why Renee took you there so much, you would have been okay. Some things can be fixed with a band-aid and a kiss. I hope you aren't hovering over Evan the way Renee did with you." He grumbled.

"Dad, it is a Mom thing. I worry about him all the time. Every scrape and each tummy-ache he gets sends me over the age." I giggled.

"Damn worry wart." He laughed sarcastically. "Naw, I'm just kidding with you. You are a great Mom, even if you do worry too much."

I put my finger to my lips. "Shhh. I don't want Turtle talking like that." I joked, even if there was some truth behind it. I didn't want my son having a potty mouth, but 'damn' wasn't necessarily a terrible word.

Charlie laughed while he put his hand on mine, and looked me in the eyes. "You look happy, kid… How are you doing? Really?"

I knew exactly what he was implying the moment he said it. He may have just asked how I was doing, but Charlie wanted to know how I was. Mentally. Ever since… ever since Edward left, I was in a depression. It took forever for me to be able to even speak his name, and even now I have problems with it. I wouldn't eat, couldn't sleep, and never spoke to anyone unless I was asked a direct question. Jake helped with that a little, and things were... steady for about a month before tragedy struck me again. I was walking to my car from the grocery store one night when a man came up behind me, attacked me, and took me to a secluded area. Once there, something happened to me that I thought would never occur in a million years. I was raped, beaten, and left to die. I struggled, and had tried to escape but there was no point. Every time I squirmed or whimpered, or even cried out in pain, I was brutally hurt or threatened with my life. Eventually I just lied still and let the man do his worst. The tears didn't stop, but my heart kept beating. Thankfully I got away, and home to tell Charlie. He got me help with the hospital, and alerted a doctor. They performed a rape kit on me, but even still the damage was already done. Throughout all my struggles, my attacker managed to impregnate me.

At first, I didn't know what to do, I thought of abortion, but backed down. I couldn't kill my baby, even if it was not my idea or choice for this. Adoption was my second option, but as my pregnancy progressed, I became attached to the mysterious little being inside of me. That very first kick had me addicted to him. Ever since I felt him move inside of me, he was mine. He always was mine, and he always will be mine. He was my Turtle.

Luckily, my attacker was found dead about a month or two after the rape took place. They found him in the woods, with drugs on hand. He died of an overdose, and no matter how wrong it sounded, I'm glad. I hope he suffered a long, painful, and agonizing death. I hope it was slow and unbearable. The life he set not only me, but my baby, up for is something that will never be undone. Poor Evan will have to grow up without a father, due to some criminal's cruelness. Even if he wouldn't have a father, my son would have everyone he would ever need. He of course would always have me, Charlie, 'Uncle Jake' as Evan liked to call him, the rest of the wolves, and even Renee when we went to visit her, which wasn't often. Some of my good friends from school such as Angela are also still close with me, but with the busy schedule I have, I don't really have time for friends. All of my time is either at work, or spent raising my son.

Shortly after I brought him home to Charlie's house, I got a new, higher paying job at the local mall. I was the manager of the Carter's toddler apparel store. Although it was very different from my normal interest, the pay was great, and soon after starting, I had raised enough money for Evan and I to move into our own apartment. Living with Charlie was fine with me, but he didn't deserve to have to wake up to a baby crying each night; It just wasn't fair. The apartment was two bedrooms, two baths, and had a nice balcony with enough room for Evan to have a mini sandbox. I try to keep his life as normal as possible, so even the smallest things such as a sandbox or a popular action figure are at reach for him.

One of the men Charlie worked with also co-owned a car dealership, so I got a great deal on a Honda Civic Sedan. My truck was wonderful, but with a new child, I needed to get something safer, and more smooth-running. As I was still in school when I gave birth, Charlie helped tremendously with watching him so that I could continue to attend school. I graduated, and although I plan on going to college in the future, right now my full focus is on Evan. Getting him prepared for preschool soon, and just being a good mother to him.

Of all the terrible and horrid things that happened to me before, Evan's perfectness surpasses them all. He is the light of my life, and only true reason I get up in the mornings and carry on with daily activities. I may still cry at night sometimes, and I may have off days where I just want to curl and a ball and sob, but that little boy needs his mommy, and that is what I will always give him.

I was brought out of my mini coma to the sound of my dad's voice. He sounded concerned.

"Bells?" Charlie said softer, almost a whisper. "Did I say something wrong?"

I shook my head. "Sorry Dad, I was just thinking. Uhm, I'm sorry, yeah. I'm doing… alright."

"Are you eating enough? Sleeping enough? You look good Bells." He patted my hand. "Even better than the last time I saw the two of you."

"Yeah, I eat fine. And I sleep whenever, but that is how it always was." I glanced back over to the couch at Evan. He was watching Mickey Mouse Club House, answering the questions the characters asked.

Charlie followed my gaze, and smiled with me. "I'm so proud of you, you know that? At first, I didn't know if you could do it, kid, but you proved your old man wrong. You are the best mother that little boy could ask for. He is lucky he has you Bells."

I could feel myself starting to blush. "Erm, thanks Dad. He means everything to me."

"Are you still having nightmares?" He asked.

"That depends. Which subject are we talking about?" I swallowed hard.

Charlie looked down and sighed. "Well, first, the… the rape. Are you still waking up in the middle of the night screaming?"

I shook my head. "No. I still cry occasionally but I never wake up in the middle of the night anymore."

"That's good, Bella. I know how hard that is for you to fathom, and I know that no matter what counseling you went through, or how much you have accepted it, it is always going to be in the back of your mind. But baby, he is gone. He died, and he is never coming back. You and Evan are safe, I promise."

"I know Dad, but there are so many freaks out there. You never know who could be the one to snap, and do something horrible." My breath was shaky. "And about the other question, yes. I still have nightmares about… about Edward."

He looked like he could cry. "Honey, it has been over three years. You are turning twenty one soon, I Know this is hard but maybe it is time to move on. He isn't coming back Bella…"

That hurt. That hurt worse than some of the worst physical pain I have endured. Hearing my father, on the verge of tears telling me to move on from the only man I have ever loved was truly pathetic.

"I can't Dad. I won't let go of him yet, and there is no way that I am looking for another man. Evan doesn't need it, and neither do I. I'm just not strong enough…" I asserted myself. Ever since Evan was born, I was more open to Charlie about my true feelings. One of the secrets revealed was how I felt about the Cullen's disappearance. Even still, I could never explain to him how much I loved Edward Cullen. There were no words to tell exactly how deep my feelings for him were.

Just then, a very excited Evan was running towards me. "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy! Guess what Mommy!"

"What honey?" I opened my arms for him, and he hopped up into my lap. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his head. I breathed in his scent; He smelt like innocence.

He smiled sweetly. "I have an idea, Mommy."

"Okay, what is your idea?"

"Can Uncle Jake come wif me to the dockers?" Evan looked at me with the face that could make me melt.

"Would you like that?" I asked him quizzically, already knowing the answer. Jake was Evans best friend, no doubt about it.

Evan nodded his little head very quickly. "Yes!"

I smiled, and reached for my cell phone. After dialing Jacob's number, I put the phone to my ear and waited for him to pick up.

"Bella?"

"Hey Jake, yeah it's me. So listen, Turtle has an appointment today with Dr. Barb, in about an hour, and he is requesting you tag along. You in? I could pick you up in about forty-five minutes if that's cool."

I could hear him rustling through clothes in the background. "Sure, sure. Just let me get a shirt on, and grab some shoes, and I'll be rea- Hey! Scratch that .Can you come right now? I have a surprise here for the little man. I was gonna wait until his birthday to give it to him, but I just don't have the will power."

I laughed and rolled my eyes. "Jake his birthday is in less than three weeks. You can't wait that long….?"

"June 20 is a long way away Bella." He joked with me. "Anyways, can you come over?"

"Ugh, yes, fine, fine, fine. We will be there in ten, alright?" I told him. "Bye Jake."

Before he could say anything else, I hung up, and looked back to Charlie. He was thumb-wrestling with Evan. Ever since he was born; Charlie had been so much more fun-loving, and childish. It was actually kind of cute.

"Sorry Dad, Jake wants us to come over now, because he has some sort of surprise for Evan." I sat up from the chair, and pushed it back under the table.

Charlie waved his hand in the air. "No problem at all. I need to go in to the station soon anyways. There was a robbery at the local bank yesterday, and we are still trying to figure everything out. Don't worry though; I'm sure it is just some teenage yahoo, trying to be big and bad."

"Oh, okay, good. It will give you something to do. Here honey, time to get your sneakers on." For the second time today, I helped Evan put his shoes on, while he slid his jacket over his shoulders all by himself. He truly was growing up. It is hard to believe he would be three in a couple weeks!

We said Goodbye to Charlie, and I began to drive to Jake's house. Evan fell asleep on the way there, each time I would look back at him, his head would be lying on the side of his car seat while his mouth was slightly open, allowing me to hear the calming sound of his shallow breaths. His beautiful eyelashes were sprawled under his eyes, and his dark hair shined upon his pale baby-face.

With him in his peaceful slumber, I was left alone to my thoughts. What I had told Jacob on the phone earlier was still ringing freshly in my mind. Evan's birthday was swiftly approaching, as June 20 rolled closer.

June 20, June 20, the 20th of June, the 20th day in the sixth month of every year, no matter what way I think of it, it was Evan's third birthday. And Edward's 112th….

I was completely aware that Evan shared his birth date with… Edward. Whether it be sheer coincidence, or true fate, I wouldn't have it any other way. I was planning on doing another party at La Push, just as we did last year, but maybe he would want it somewhere different. He was turning four after all; perhaps he would want to have it at a roller skating rink, or a bowling alley. Maybe even one of those bouncy play areas, who knows. I'll be sure to ask him when I'm sending out invitations.

By this time, I was sitting in Jake's driveway, and I- as quietly as I could- pulled the keys out of the slot, and turned the car off. I took a deep breath, almost half afraid of what Jacob conjured up for Evan. Hopefully he would have the sanity not to build some sort of motorbike, or a miniature four-wheeler or something, but this was Jacob we are talking about. Who knows what kind of contraption lied ahead…

I unbuckled my seatbelt and swiftly got out of the car, as I opened the back door on Evan's side. Moving my fingers, I unattached the safety straps of his child seat, and slid my hands under his arms. I easily glided him into my arms, and I felt him stir in his sleep.

"Shhh. It's just Mommy, we're at Uncle Jake's house, sweetheart." I whispered to him in an act to sooth him.

His eyelids fluttered. "Uncle Jake? Do I have to wake up?" Evan said groggily, as a yawn passed his lips.

"No baby, go back to sleep, I will wake you up when it's time." I cupped my palm over the back of his head, and he placed his face in the crook of my neck. I could feel his breath on my skin, and for some odd reason, it made me happy.

He yawned again, and Jacob ran out of the house, and up to me. He extended his arms, and looked at me.

"Want me to take him? I know he is getting heavy." Jake chuckled.

I shrugged, and continued to walk towards the door. Truly, I loved that Jacob was trying to be helpful, but there are some things that I actually enjoy doing. Carrying my son was one of them. He wouldn't be little for much longer, and I wanted to savor the feeling of him needing me. From the very day of Evan's birth, Jacob was ready and willing to do whatever I needed of him. Whether it be running to the grocery store for me while I watch Evan, or him watching Evan while I did errands. He really was my best friend, and maybe Evan's too.

"Nah, I got him. Thanks for offering though." I smiled to him, and tried to juggle the door open without waking Evan.

"I got it Bells." Jake reached his hand out, and easily opened the front door. "Don't try to be Superwoman. It is okay to ask for help sometimes Bella… With anything. I'm always here."

As he said that, his face was so close to mine. His eyes piercing mine, his heat radiating into me…

I didn't say anything, because although I knew it was true, I liked being the one who did everything for Evan. He was my baby; therefore shouldn't I be the only person taking care of him? Maybe I was being territorial, but I didn't care. Evan was my son.

"Did you hear me?" Jake said.

Without speaking or even looking towards him, I nodded, and walked into the living room. I placed Evan gently on the couch, and without even asking, Jacob placed a blanket over him, and fitted a pillow beneath his delicate head. I turned back to look at Jake, and he grabbed my arm, lifted it up, and felt my muscle.

"Woo! Looky here, it's the international body building champion, herself! Since when did you get muscles Bella? You're like a she-Hulk."

I retracted my arm, and giggled. "Well, carrying Evan around kind of bulks me up, but Jake, I'm still wimpy. He weighs 31 pounds already. He's Mommy's big boy." I stroked Evan's cheek.

"So why is he going to the doctor's again?"

"Just for a checkup. Nothing is wrong with him, thank God, but he is a little boy. Little boys go for checkups." I laughed.

Jake scrunched his nose. "Sam was right. You women are so protective when it comes to your babies."

"Obviously Jake." I rolled my eyes. "Think of it this way: I'm a ferocious lioness, and Evan is my cub. If someone or something gets too close, don't think I won't pounce, and attack. It is my top priority to protect him, and annihilate anything that comes in harm's way. It is just the job of a mother."

He looked like he was zoning out. "So uhm… anything that may seem even a little bit dangerous, you won't let him do?"

I knew where this was leading; the second Jacob brought it up. "Alright Jake, what is it? What did you buy, or build, or, or... whatever, that could be potentially dangerous? Tell me. Now."

Jacob put his hands in front of him, as if it were an act of self defense. "Well Bells, keep in mind that I already tested this out with Seth, and everything went fine. So really, there is nothing to worry about. AND he could wear a helmet!"

"Jacob! Stop babbling and just tell me what it is."

"How about I show you? It's out in the garage right now."

The garage. That can't be good. "Fine, I'll stay in here. Go get it and bring it inside." He hesitated, and I sighed very loudly. "It can't fit inside the house, can it, Jacob?" I spat.

"No. Not exactly, but I'll wheel it to the window, and you can look out, alright? You both are going to love it, Bella. I just know it."

Without a solid 'yes' from me, Jacob was already sprinting outside. I looked back over to Evan, to make sure he wasn't close to the edge of the couch or anything. Just as he was before, he was still peacefully sleeping, but he has his thumb in his mouth. I hurriedly got out my cell phone, and took a picture of him. It was perfect, and I set it as the background.

I glanced back to the window, and I didn't see Jake, so I guess he was in the garage, pulling out whatever it was that had him so excited.

"You have one crazy Uncle Jake, Evan." I whispered, even though I knew he wouldn't be able to hear me. "He is a great guy…"

Right then, I hear a tap on the window, and I turned around. What I saw could have made me faint, or scream. I think I will go with the second one.

"NO! No way Jacob, not in a billion years! Are you crazy!" I shouted, and threw my arms in the air.

My eyes were set on a motorbike. Jake's motorbike to be exact. It looked exactly the same as it had before, except now, there was a riding buggy attached to the side of it. A buggy of perfect size for a little riding buddy…

Jacob shuffled back inside and had a smirk on his face. "Come on Bella, why not?"

My mouth let out little, unintelligible sounds as a gaggled around for the right words. "Well, Jake, seeing as you have lost your damn mind, I'll explain to you just why not. HE IS A LITTLE BOY! IT ISNT SAFE, AND THERE IS NO WAY THAT I AM LETTING HIM RIDE IN THAT WITH YOU!"

"What if you sit in there with him, and you both wear helmets, and elbow pads, and knee pads, and uhm, I don't know, butt pads too? Please, just let him try it at least once. It took forever to find."

I grumbled. "Whatever, if I find any way for it to be safe and only if I ride with him, he might be allowed to ride in it. Once." I added.

Jacob breathed a breath of relief. "Sweet! So can I wake him up and show him, or what?"

I bit my lip. "Actually, we should probably get going. I want to get there early so that I can ask his doctor about pre-schools."

"Damnit. I guess I can show it to him later then, right?" He asked.

"Yep, sure." I lied. "Of course Jake."

Jacob, Evan, and I were sitting patiently in the waiting room at the Pediatrician's office. Jacob was reading a magazine about cars, with pictures of girls in bikinis plastered everywhere, Evan was playing with a puzzle that I brought for him, and I was sitting still, worrying about how many germs my son was breathing in.

A small, red-head with a tweety bird smock on walked into the waiting room, and looked at her clipboard.

"Evan Swan? You're ready to be seen Evan Swan."

The three of us stood up quietly, and I took Evan's hand, as Jacob took his other. We all walked over to the small girl, and she walked us back a couple hallways that had pictures of children everywhere. There were posters about eating healthy and exercising with popular cartoon characters smiling brightly. She showed us to a room that was completely covered in sports décor- perfect for a little boy. It looked just like Evan's room back home.

"Have a seat here little buddy." The woman gestured for Evan to sit on a padded table. Without me asking, Jake lifted him up and stood beside him. I smiled to myself. The red-head looked back down to her papers, and bit her lip. "Mrs. Swan, it says here that you came today to see Dr. Barb, but she had to leave early due to a family death. We are very sorry. You can either re-schedule or one of our other doctor's would be more than happy to see your son."

We were already here, so why re-schedule? "Oh, that is more than okay. Seeing another doctor would be just fine." I spoke politely and added a smile.

"Great! Doctor C. will be right with you!" She shook mine, and Jacob's hands, and then left before she gently closed the door.

Not a single second passed before there were two knocks on the door. I said 'come in' and the door swiftly opens to reveal someone I thought I would never have the pleasure of seeing again.

"Hello, my name is Dr. Carlisle Cullen. What seems to be the… Bella? Bella is that you?"

Chapter one is finished, now, please, Reviewwwwww (: I would love to know what you are thinking.