The Night Before (Life Goes On)
It is the last night of summer. The moon sines down bright on two lovers, the two soul mates of Forks, and, sadly, it is not a happy occasion.
1. Chapter 1
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The Night Before-
She never believed it would come. But here it was. The pale moonlight bathed down on them, chilling her despite the heat that he emanate. He held her tightly, neither one ready to say good night. Not when good night meant good bye for every.
The breeze blew gently. Angela’s gentle curls covered her nose and she brushed the tendrils away. She hated those wisps. He loved them. Trying to make her smile, despite the agony written all over her face, he reached across and wrapped the longest of the shorts stray hairs around his pinky finger. That was the only finger the lock could wrap around more than once.
“Smile, Ange,” he whispered in her ear. His steamy breath still sent shivers up and down her spine.
“I only smile when I’m happy,” she replied. Tears fell from her large blue eyes. They hit his burning hand, icy in comparison. “Tonight is not happy.”
He shook his head in a fervent but gentle way. “No, Angie, it is. We can make it happy.”
She turned to meet his dark brown eyes. “I don’t want to make it happy. I don’t want it to be now. Not when everything was so perfect. I just want time to freeze.”
He chuckled dryly. “Don’t we all?” He mused. Her blotchy cheeks turned a rosy color and he could not help it. He leaned down and kissed her passionately. “I love you,” he whispered, his lips resting on hers.
“Don’t say that,” she begged, tears silently falling from her eyes. “I can’t bear to think of it…”
“What, Ange?” He pulled back, his inky brown eyes glaring at her. She did not cringe. He could never strike fear into her heart. Not when she loved him so. “I love you, I always will. I’m not going to hide it.”
“Never,” she whispered, despite herself. She loved him just as much as he loved her. They could not exist without each other. Tomorrow, they would. “I love you too.”
“I know,” he murmured.
Oh how she loved him.
“You are so beautiful,” he stated like he stated the sky was blue. He never doubted it. He called her beautiful everyday. To him, she was Aphrodite, the only thing worth looking at. Not even Bella was comparable.
It always made Angela’s heart thump loudly to hear him say that. She never doubted him. She grabbed his cotton shirt and pulled her head down to rest on his muscled forearm. “Don’t go,” she sobbed.
“I won’t, if you don’t want me to.” He said, completely serious.
Angela knew that she could never stop him from following his dreams. He wanted to go to college, get a good job, write editorials and roam the world as a photographer. He certainly had the ability. She could never ask him to stay. “No,” she whispered oh so delicately that he almost did not hear her. “Go. You have to,”
“You are so much more important to me than any dream, Angela. I’d give it all up for you.” He lifted her chin and met her eyes when he said that. The declaration of love that every girl dreamed of, he had just made, and it cut her to the bone. He had to go. He deserved so much better than what Forks could give him.
“I don’t want you to,” she replied.
“Do you really want me to leave?” He asked, his voice weak and broken, shattered before she could answer.
“Yes.” She did not have to even think. She wanted the best for him no matter what.
“I see,” his voice broke.
He stood up. “I’ll see you later, then.”
“Huh?” She looked up, startled. He had mistaken her want for his to do well as a sign of her falling out of love with him. “NO! Wait!” she shrieked. But it was too late. He had already climbed back inside the house and was leaving from the front door. Angela heard his car door slam a minute later and she broke down in sobs. Life wasn’t fair.
A month passed since he left. Her parents were devastated when she the morning sickness came. They were furious with her for never telling him but she couldn’t. It would destroy his future. A future she wanted him to have. Angela started working up in La Push at a little pub called Winchell’s. There no one knew her and therefore no one judged her they way the little citizens of Forks did. They could not believe that she was pregnant, that she outright refused to get an abortion, that she did not go to college. Poor Angela Webber, valedictorian, gave up a scholarship to raise her child. Everyone refused to acknowledge the hero that walked among them. They all despised her and her unChristian character, even though her father was a minister.
The baby grew healthy and strong. Months passed. Angela still attended church regularly. She still loved and was just as caring as she was when she was in high school. The only thing different was the child that lived inside of her- though that was not for much longer- a boy replacing the one that she had lost the fall before.
Angela was listing the different types of soups to a particularly rough looking couple with a cheery grin when a nauseating sound filled everyone’s ears. At first, the entire pub, patrons and customers, looked around, trying to see what clumsy waiter or rude customer spilt the beverage. It took a minute for Angela to realize that her water had broken.
“Oh my!” she exclaimed.
“Are you all right?” The woman asked.
“Angela!” Embry, her friend and co-worker ran up to her
“It’s time,” she said to him before grabbing her stomach in pain.
He paled significantly. “Let’s go,”
Angela did not complain as he rushed her out of the pub, into his car and to the hospital in Port Angeles. It had the best pregnancy doctor in the state and Angela only wanted the best for her child. So did her reluctant parents.
Birthing him was painful but she did so without complaint. She already loved her son and refused to make his birthing a hateful experience. She did scream and swear but never cursed him, the father, the doctor or God. She later did admit that she was thankful when it was over. Nine hours of labor.
The next day, a nurse named Amy handed Angela her beautiful baby boy. She had seen him before but never truly got the chance to hold him before she passed out from exhaustion. Now, she completely enjoyed him. Embry had gone home to briefly shower but promised to return with movies and food. The hospital food was just not to her liking.
“Are you all alone, honey?” Gretta, an elderly nurse, asked Angela.
Angela nodded and gently held her child, afraid that she was going to break him. She had naturally done all of the proper research and set up the best nursery that she could afford in her little apartment, but still, there was nothing like real life experience to teach a person.
“He’s beautiful,” she whispered.
“He sure is,” Gretta agreed, filling out the birth certificate. “I’m going to need the name of the boy’s father.”
“Benjamin Ruldolf Cheney,” a voice she never thought she would hear again said from the doorway.
Gretta turned, her mouth open. Angela looked at the only man she had ever loved, the only man she had sent away, the only one she never wanted to see again yet hoped she would with her entire soul.
“Ben,” she breathed out. “How did you know?”
Ben did not waste time talking to her. He covered the space in between them in two steps, pulled her close and kissed her, incredibly careful of his baby. “I can’t believe you never told me,” he whispered gruffly.
“I didn’t want to hold you back,” she flushed.
“Oh, Ange,” he murmured with complete adoration, “You and our child, my son,” he paused, basking in the glory of fatherhood, of having a family, “You are all I ever wanted. The only way you would be holding me back would be to never tell of me this magical thing- of our son.”
“He is beautiful,” she breathed out.
“Handsome, Ange. Boys aren’t beautiful.” Ben teased.
“Our boy is,” she defended.
Ben chuckled. Angela reveled to be in his presence again. Her heart was bursting with love for him and their child. “What is his name?” he asked.
“I hadn’t picked one out, yet,”
“Ryan James,” Ben whispered.
“Your brother and mine?” she asked, referring to her elder brother Michael Ryan Webber and then Ben’s, James Nathaniel Cheney.
“If you don’t mind,” he said.
Just like him.