In the end, she didn’t go through with it. We got married of course. Moved away to go to college like we had planned, but she didn’t have me bite her. I had mixed feelings about this. My Bella wouldn’t be soulless, but I would have to go through life watching her die. I’d have such a short time with her, but she couldn’t leave when it came time. Her parents were the cause and Jacob Black. His thoughts were interesting, hopeful, but dashed in the end. She was still mine. My Bella. My Angel. My Love. My Life.

She moved along with us, and as she got older so did the rolls we had to play. However, in the privacy of our home, we loved each other, held each other, and were each other in everyway. I couldn’t remember ever being so happy and daily I had to push away the thoughts that this would be short, for me anyway. I already knew what I was going to do on the fateful day.

When Bella turned twenty seven, we moved out of Carlisle’s house to live on our own for a while. Bella wanted a baby and though I couldn’t give her one myself, the miracle of medicine could. It had taken a lot to convince me to do this; after all, the child would wonder why her dad didn’t get any older. It was inventible, though, for me to do what Bella wished. Our daughter was born on February fifteenth and I could not be happier. She looked just like her mother, with a dash of whoever had donated the sperm, and we named her Elizabeth, after my mother. As she got older, the named turned into just Liz.

Twelve years later, Liz began asking questions. At sixteen, we finally gave her the answer and she was shocked. So much so, she ran away from home. Distraught, Bella called Carlisle, who told her that Liz wasn’t there, but he’d keep an eye out. The next day, Charlie called to say that Elizabeth had just shown up on his doorstep. She wouldn’t tell him why she had run away, but he figured it was just basic teenage problems. She talked to Bella, telling her she suspected all along, but didn’t know for sure. Her anger came from us not telling her sooner.