The sequel to A Twist of Fate!
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12. Pinky Swear
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“Lets go visit the first house. I want to play tag with Uncle Emmett. He told me that I'd win soon and I think it's soon already. Where's the timer?” asked Axelle, looking around for the clock. Sure, she couldn't read it, but that hardly mattered. I could have sworn she didn't take a breath the entire time she spoke.
Jasper smiled. “We'll go in a minute. Your mama and I have something we'd like to talk to you about.” I loved the way Jasper's southern accent sometimes slipped through when he talked. It was just enough to make me want to leap on him right there. I figured that Axelle would be a little confused when it looked like her mommy was attacking her daddy, especially if the were both laughing.
“Uh-oh. Did I do something bad?” asked Axelle.
“No, no, no! Of course not!” I assured her.
“I'm sorry! I didn't mean to take two cookies! They are just so yummy!” she wailed. She had automatically thought we were mad at her.
Jasper picked Axelle up and cradled her in his arms. She put her head on his shoulder. He rubbed her back, his strong hand running through her blond curls.
“We're not mad at you,” he whispered.
“Pinky swear?” she asked. Her voice was muffled by Jasper's shirt.
“Pinky swear,” answered Jasper. He was trying not to smile, but failing miserably.
Axelle twisted around in Jasper's arms to make herself more comfortable in his lap.
“Axelle, about what happened with that man earlier today,” I started. She was listening intently.
“I wasn't scared. One time I had a daddy, I think it was my first one, and he was really mean to the mommy. He said they were just play fighting, but I didn't think so. I showed him I could be brave,” explained Axelle.
My jaw dropped. Sure, it was the most intelligent thing I'd ever heard her say, but to hear that she was in an abusive family... it was too much. I could tell Jasper was furious, I couldn't blame him. I was too. Not only was it radiating off of him in waves, but I wanted to hit something... to hit that man for all the times he hit his wife. It was an emotion foreign to me... well, until today.
“Did he hurt you?” asked Jasper. He was barely controlling his voice.
“Nope!” she said. She popped the “pe” at the end.
“How many are you?” Axelle asked out of nowhere. The wonders of the five-year-old mind.
“Super old,” I answered, smiling sadly.
“Like... thirty?” she asked.
“Almost,” laughed Jasper, unable to remain mad when Axelle was being so cute.
“Can we go to the first house now?” Axelle sighed theatrically and gave Jasper a very pleading look. Jasper would be like putty in her hands when she was older.
“Okay, okay,” said Jasper, setting her on the ground while he stood up. She grabbed his hand.
“Can we listen to... to...” she frowned, thinking hard. “What was that movie I watched with Uncle Edward?”
“The Nightmare Before Christmas,” I answered, taking her other hand. I'd protested when Edward told me they were planning on watching it. She would become obsessed with seventy-year-old movies. I also thought it would scare her, but I was wrong about that. Once she watched it, she wouldn't stop. We had to hunt down the soundtrack for her.
“Yeah! That,” she said.
I loaded her into the backseat while Jasper started the car. Soon the musical genius of Danny Elfman floated through the speakers. I tried to keep myself from singing along... it didn't work. Danny Elfman was one of my secret indulgences.
“You should be in a movie!” shrieked Axelle from the backseat.
“Maybe someday,” I laughed. Jasper shook his head, chuckling at the both of us.
When we pulled up, Axelle was hopping up and down in her seat with excitement. “Let me out, I have to use sneakery,” she whispered. “I'm going to get Uncle Emmett.”
I unbuckled her and watched her charge to the house. Her curls bounced on her back, her arms pumped like crazy. I giggled.
Jasper grabbed my hand as we walked slowly to the house.
“There's never a peaceful day in the Cullen family,” he sighed.
“Of course there isn't. How else would we be able to live forever? Endless boredom? I'll pass.”
The wind blew through his hair, it tickled his cheeks.
The sound of Axelle's piercing laughs reached us. Emmett had caught up with her, that was for sure. It was funny just to watch them play. Emmett was child enough at heart, it didn't seem strange at all.
We entered the house and saw Emmett tickling Axelle mercilessly. Edward sat on the couch, watching the two with an amused expression on his face. Edward thought the whole thing was very funny. He liked the certain... naive charm that Axelle had.
Jasper joined Emmett in playing with Axelle, and I found myself drifting over to the CD player. I put on my favorite Glenn Miller CD. Track one: Moonlight Serenade.
I took a seat by Edward.
“Her mind is so interesting. In between an occasional unicorn or princess, there is such a fantastic thought process. She thinks of things much differently then us. It's sort of like the taste music... or hear color concept. She looks at every side of things, she isn't fooled by an outside appearance.” Edward looked intently at Axelle the whole time he spoke.
“You're going to have to tell her eventually, you know that, right?” he asked.
“Yeah, I know that. I'm just hoping it's not anytime soon,” I sighed. How could I tell my daughter that I was a vampire, a monster? A creature of her nightmares, even.
“It's strange, being an uncle,” he laughed, veering away from the subject of vampires.
“Think how strange it is to be a mom!” I exclaimed. “Would you have ever thought of me as a mom?” I asked.
“Oh, yes. The way you cared for others was almost unparalleled when you were human. I knew you were going to be a mom sometime,” he said.
“Thanks, Edward,” I smiled. I really meant it.
I was startled when Jasper pulled me up. He swing danced with me, not caring that the music was too slow. He took Axelle away from Emmett and let her join, too.
“What is this dance?” giggled Axelle, tripping slightly over her feet.
“This is called swing dancing, love. I have a feeling there is going to be a lot of it in your future,” I replied.
Jasper spun her around. She squealed in delight. “This is so fun!”
He picked her up again and we all danced until the song drifted to once final note.
I sighed, very content with my life. Being a mom was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I finally had a family, my loving Jasper, and a home of my own. I was the happiest person on the planet, and I knew nothing would change that. Not now, not ever.
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