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Old Times...New Beginnings

Edward left. Renne took Bella back to Jacksonville. Edward and the Cullens come back to Forks, but Bella is already gone. Now, sixteen years later Bella is 34 years old and has two twin children. Bella and her children come back to Forks to take care of Charlie. What will happen when the Cullen's meet her and her family? Can Bella and Edward still love each other? How will her kids react?


9. Chapter 9

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I watched as Al slept on the mattress. She looked so much like Bella; it was hard to tell the difference. I opened a book and read, although I really wasn’t paying attention to the words. I was focused on Bella. There were so many things I wanted to tell her, to ask her.

I loved Bella, and if she was still as stubborn as before, I knew she would eventually bring up the subject of “joining the family.”


If Bella and I were to be together, than I at least want her to marry me. I knew she would object, between the age difference, her family, and…her kids. Little darlings they were. I liked her kids, just the fact that they were around affected the way Bella could love me; I knew that.

“Stupid jerk,” I heard Al mumble. I looked up from the book and saw she was still asleep. “Stupid greenness, stupid rain…”

I smiled in spite of myself. Like mother like daughter. I guess Al inherited not only Bella’s looks, but a little more. It now became clear to me that she and Bella shared the same opinions about Forks. I saw her dreams and there was a very strong hate for the rain and the forests.

“So many trees, stupid, stupid, stupid…”

I looked down at the book and again began to skim the pages. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket a moment later. The ID said Bella.

“Bella,” I said, “how’s Charlie?”

“He’s not too good. I don’t know if he’ll be able to continue on without machines helping him. The doctors think that he’ll pull through, I’m really not sure though.”

“Do you want me to tell Al and Jeremy?” There was a long pause.

“No, I’ll tell them if anything happens I don’t want them to worry. How are they anyway?”

“Al’s asleep, Jeremy is reading a book downstairs and hasn’t slept at all; it worries me.”

“It’s alright, that kid didn’t sleep for almost three days in order to get into his AP classes. He’ll be fine. I hope they aren’t much trouble.”

“They’re both fine, no trouble at all. Alice has been working on Al’s…look for a while now.”

“Yeah, good old Alice. I better go, the doctor wants to talk. I love you.”

“I love you, too, my sweet Bella.” There was a beep and the conversation ended.

I thought about what she had said about Charlie. What if he didn’t make it? Would Bella be able to handle that, would her kids? They all had gone through enough in my opinion. If I hadn’t left, maybe there wouldn’t have been so much pain. I know there wouldn’t have been pain; I am a horrible person for doing that. I won’t ever let Bella slip away like that ever again.

I heard Al stir and wake up. She looked over to me and cocked her head to the side.

Has he been watching me this whole time? Jerk…

I tried to be nice, “I would say “good morning”, but it’s four in the afternoon.” I smiled politely. She only sneered at me.

“And I would say “nice to see you”, but it really isn’t.”

Well that went swimmingly. She looked around the room and bit her lip, something was troubling her.

Had my mom slept in here? Oh lord…what if he and she…holy crap!!!

She must have heard the low grumble in my throat because she retaliated quickly.

Get out of my head, jackass.

She threw the pillow at my head and I swiped it away.

“You know,” I growled, “I would be a little grateful if I were you. You are, after all, a guest in my family’s house and sleeping in my room.”

“I really would rather be sleeping on a street corner than in your room.” She sneered.

“Oh really, is that so?”

“Maybe it’s the fact that I worry about being eaten by bloodsuckers, or maybe I just hate you, either way.”

“No one in this house eats humans, that is a fact.”

“So you never took a nibble of my mother?” I growled and tried to control the urge to throw her out the window.

“No, if I did, she would be dead, and you wouldn’t be here.”

“Yeah, I bet you would like that, huh, Eddie-boy.”

“Would you mind not calling me ‘Eddie-boy’?”

“Whatever…” She trailed off, looking at the rows of records and CDs behind my head. “Whoa, are all of these seriously yours?” she pointed to the shelves.

“Yes, I’ve collected pretty much all of them.”

“Wow, that’s amazing. Look at this,” she got up and pointed to the 1920s sections of the shelf, “you can’t find stuff like this anywhere else. Oh my God is that really

‘Puttn’ on the Ritz’?”

“Yeah, you enjoy this music?” I was surprised, Al didn’t strike me as the type who would like that kind of music.

“Hell yes,” she stopped and blushed, “you tell no one, you hear? No one is to know I like this stuff, especially my mom, ok?” I was, once again, surprised by her attitude. I only nodded my head.

If anybody knew I sang this stuff…oh man. If Dad knew I went to concerts to do that, I would’ve been dead.

She sang, too? What else about this girl didn’t I know? As her thoughts revealed more about her, I could see that she really hid a lot from her family. I took a chance and asked her.

“You sing?” Al’s mouth formed a perfect “O” shape and her faced blushed a deep red.

“Yeah, and play the piano, the fiddle, the guitar, the drums. Jeremy taught me how.”

“Jeremy plays, too?”

“Yeah, we play the same things. He can’t sing to save his soul, though. Our parents didn’t know, so…”


“Must you pry?!”

“I’m sorry, it’s just-”

“Look, my dad had six brothers, out of all my twenty-seven cousins there are five girls. The whole family thinks that sports and brute strength are important. Jeremy and I want to do something with our lives; we want to be something other than idiot athletes.”

“Alright, I understand. I’m sorry for upsetting you.”

“Whatever, just don’t say anything to Jeremy, he’s still pissed about this whole thing.”

“I won’t say a word,” I thought for a moment, “do we have a truce?” I held out my hand and her lips formed a thin line.

“Alright, truce,” she shook my hand, “but I still don’t trust you.”

Maybe he isn’t so bad after all.

One twin down, one to go…