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The Little Things In Life

Summary:
Edward finds out that he has a great-great-great-great-great-great niece. He tells Bella, who wants Edward to adopt her. Will Edward adopt her? Or will he choose not to?


Notes:


1. Holly Elizabeth Mason

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The Little Things In Life


Chapter One:

Holly Elizabeth Masen


Bella lay stretched out on the couch with her left arm bent behind her head and her right arm pointed towards the television clicking through the channels with a small long gray remote. Her feet were across my lap, wagging back and forth. Her head was turned to her right, watching the television with little interest. Occasionally, she would look over at me, and smile when she found me still looking at her, then she would turn her head back to the television and flip through more channels. Esme decided it would be cool to get cable a few days ago, and that's pretty much what everyone has been doing. Alice was fascinated at how many fashion and house decorating channels there are, and Rosalie likes the car stations. There's this one show where people put cars together, and she likes to watch that. Emmett watches the animal channel, he likes to watch bears and animals hunt each other. Sometimes he mutters things like, 'that would be a good tactic for me to try'. Carlisle watches ER and Scrubs. I don't know why he likes Scrubs, it's ridiculous and has no point but to rot the mind of its viewer. Esme watched shows called Bringing Home Baby, or A Baby Story. She cries sometimes and wishes that it was her. That's when Carlisle has to go and comfort her. Jasper watches things like Dr. Phil, and talk shows. Bella is the only one who doesn't obsess over a certain show or channel. She just flips through, or rents a movie on demand. I just watch whatever the person next to me is watching.


Emmet found a few shows about vampires. Actually, you would be surprise at how many shows and movies there are about vampires and/or werewolves, and they're always in some sort of battle. Last night the whole family watched Underworld 1, and 2. Emmett calls them the 'Vampire's from the ghetto', because the girls wear tight black clothes, and carry around guns, while the guys also wear black clothes and carry around guns . . . and sometimes explosive devises. He thought that we should start acting like them, carrying around guns and having the girls wear hot black pleather suits and carry around guns. Esme eighty sixed that idea right before he could plan very far.


“Edward?” Bella's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I focused my eyes back onto her face, smiling as she looked curiously at me.


“Yes?” I asked softly, matching her tone.


“Aren't you supposed to meet Carlisle at the hospital soon?” she asked meaningfully. I looked around for the clock, before remembering that Emmett broke it trying out some knew hunting moves two days ago. “Your watch Edward.” Bella reminded me. I made an 'O' with my mouth. Our eightieth anniversary was last week, and she got me a new watch. I kept forgetting that I had it, because I wasn't used to wearing one, although I wasn't sure how I could forget it, because it was so heavy and shinny. I looked down at it and saw that it was close to noon.


“I guess I am.” I confirmed. I was going to the hospital to help Carlisle give a tour of the hospital to a group of kids from an orphanage a little ways on the outskirts of Forks. I wasn't very excited. It wasn't because I didn't like kids, I really did . . . but they didn't like me. They listen to their instincts practically one hundred percent of the time because they're still young, and it gets uncomfortable trying to act normal, and when the adults ask the kids why they don't like 'that charming young man' and scold them for being rude, I can't help but feel like it's my fault. Carlisle said all I had to do was help demonstrate, answer questions, and make sure no one left the group and reeked havoc around the hospital. The nurses would appreciate that very much.


Apparently, I was the only one available, because Bella was scheduled to go pick up Rose and Emmett from the airport. They had to pretend to get married again, and went on a fake honey moon to Jamaica. Esme and Jasper went hunting and Alice had a spasm this morning when she read in the newspaper that the mall was having a 50% off all items in every store. So, that left me to be the baby sitter today.


Bella lifted her feet off of my lap, allowing me to get up. She had a smirk on her face and I knew she had something smart to say. She opened her mouth to say it, but I raised an eyebrow at her, daring her to say it. She clamped her hand over her mouth, giggling.


“Do you have anything nice to say, Mrs. Cullen?” I inquired crossing my arms and putting on a fake stern look. Bella giggled more before nodding and motioning me towards her with her slender index finger. I uncrossed my arms and placed my hands on either side of her head, resting them on the arm of the couch. I lent down so my face was only a few inches away from hers. She took her hand off her mouth and placed it on the back of my head, pulling me down so my lips meet hers. I moved my lips over hers, savoring it, knowing that if I was going to make it to the hospital on time, I would have to stop soon and leave.


I pulled away quicker than I would have liked, but I did promise Carlisle that I would meet him in the lobby at noon, and it was ten minutes to noon.


“Hey, I wasn't finished talking to you!” Bella protested with a fake pout. I grinned at her, flashing her one of those Dazzling looks that made her heart melt (metaphorically speaking).


“Sorry love, but I do have a promise to keep.” I reminded her. “But you can finish what you were saying later.” I watched her cheeks pale, the only way she could blush now that she had no blood.


“I'll be waiting.” she whispered. I brushed my along the side of her face before straighting up and sprinting to my black Tiburon. It was a very nice car. Shinny and fast.


* * * * * *


I made it to the hospital in record time. I pulled into the parking lot, spotting Carlisle's silver Chevrolet Camaro Convertible putting all the other cars to shame. I turned the key and yanked it out of the ignition. I threw the door open and was about to run full speed to the door, when I saw a big yellow school bus pulling into the parking lot. I growled under my breath and ran towards the door as fast as I could without drawing attention to myself.


Warm air blasted me in the face when I walked into the lobby. I could tell immediately that the hospital wasn't very busy. The waiting room to the left of the automatic doors was just about empty. Of course, Forks being such a small community, there weren't enough people that we would constantly have them coming in with broken arms or something weird like an exploding appendix.


I noticed Carlisle standing at the main desk, talking to one of his secretary's. I quickly walked over to him, stopping a foot beside him. He thanked the secretary, then turned to me.


“Ah, right on time Edward. I almost began to think you forgot about me.” his voice was warm, but I noted a hint of amusement behind it. I glanced down at my watch, it was exactly noon. I looked back up at him and grinned sheepishly.


“I almost did.” I admitted. Carlisle put his hand on my shoulder and smiled.


“But you didn't, and that's what's important now, because the kids from the Seattle Orphanage should be here any minute.”


“They already are. The bus just pulled in when I got here.” I informed him.


“Oh good. We can get started right away.” he said pleasantly.


As if right on cue, the automatic doors opened and a small group of about fifteen little boys and girls shuffled in. There was one lady with them, snapping at them to be quiet and to come over to us. She was wearing a deep blue suit, the color that looked great on Bella. Her skin had a fake tan, which contrasted horribly with the blue suit.


Some of the kids that were unfortunate enough to be right in front of her, cringed as her snappy voice cut through the air. I could tell I wouldn't like her instantly.


The small group stopped about five feet in front of us. The lady came around and shook hands with Carlisle.


“Hello, I'm Janet Foster. I am in charge of the Seattle Orphanage. I must say I am honored you chose my orphans to come and experience this.” Janet sounded as if she practiced this on her way here. Carlisle put on a polite smile.


“It's very nice to meet you Mrs. Foster. I'm Dr. Cullen.” He turned away from her and to the little group of kids. “Hello, I'm Dr. Cullen, and this is my son Edward.” He gestured to me with his hand. I noticed some of the kids stare at me with their mouths open, while others, poked the person next to them and whispered something like, “does he look like a murdered to you?” or “He's scary, I don't like him.” I also let myself hear what they were thinking. Some boys were thinking I was cool, while others thought there was something weird about me, but they couldn't quite figure it out. Some girls were awed, and others were anxious. One girl thought I looked like a Ken Barbie doll.


But there was this one thought, this one thought that made me curious. I don't know why the other's think he's such a big deal. He's just a person and I think he looks nice.


I looked at the girl who I heard it from. I was shocked at what I saw. This little tiny girl with bright green eyes, a faint trim of brown around the pupils, and long unruly auburn/brown hair that went several inches past her shoulders and was slightly wavy, was looking intently at me. It was so shocking I almost fell over. But what came next nearly killed me with surprise (metaphorically speaking). Instead of looking away, like most people do when I catch them looking at me, she smiled shyly at me, folding her hands behind her back and scuffing her toe on the ground. I couldn't wonder any further because I heard Carlisle say my name, and I tore my gaze from her face.


“. . .Edward can also answer any questions you may have, so please, don't be afraid to ask.” he paused, looking around the small group. “Any questions?” he asked. The majority of the group shook their head, and the others just looked at him. “okay then,” he clasped his hands together, “let's get going.”


Carlisle turned and started walking down the hall. The kids in the front of the group hesitated slightly before following unsure of themselves. I also began to follow Carlisle. I didn't get very far, before I felt someone tap me in the small of my back. I looked behind me and saw the little girl that was smiling at me before.


“Hi.” she said shyly. I fought the urge to show my confusion, and masked it by replying with a,


“Hi.” she fell instep beside me, smiling up at me, her eyes shinning brightly.


“My names Holly. Holly Masen.” she told me proudly.


“really?” I asked, exaggerating my curiosity for her sake, although I did find my self curious about why she was not afraid of me, so that made it all the easier.


“Uh-huh!” she nodded in earnest. “And your name is Edward, right?” she asked excitedly. I nodded.


“Yes it is. Edward Cullen.” The little girls smiled widened.


“That was my daddy's middle name!” I opened my mouth, pretending to be non-believing.


“Your kidding!?” I asked, making my eyes flash with interest.


“I'm not!” she insisted shaking her head, still smiling. I couldn't help but allow myself to smile. She reminded me of someone, someone I used to know, but I couldn't quite figure it out. “What's your middle name?” she asked excitedly. This little girl was very social. I can't really explain it, but she seemed like nothing mattered right now, only that we were talking and having a good time. I smiled warmly down at her.


“Anthony.” I told her. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open.


“That's was my daddy's name!” she exclaimed.


“Holly Elizabeth Masen, what did I tell you about annoying our hosts?” Mrs. Foster hissed from behind us. Holly Elizabeth Masen? Anthony Edward Masen? What was going on? This is weird . . . This little girl comes up to me out of nowhere and has the almost the same name as my . . .Mother! That's who she reminded me of! My mother. But how could she have almost the same name, and look like her . . . And how could her father have had the same names as me?


“N-no, it's okay Mrs. Foster. I don't mind. I enjoy talking to Holly.” I assured her. She looked at me like I was crazy for a second, before changing to a fake pleasant surprised.


“Oh, okay than. But if she gets to be too much, let me know.” she gave Holly a stern look.


“I don't think that will be necessary.” I told her politely, before turning back around. “Holly, could you excuse me for a moment?” I asked, before quickening my pace and catching up to Carlisle.


Yes Edward? He asked in his head, his tone hiding something.


“Did you hear that?” I asked in a whisper only loud enough for him to hear.


Hear what? He asked, again, his tone controlling the amusement hidden behind it.


“What Holly said, and Mrs. Foster, you didn't hear any of that?” I asked surprised. I thought he would have been listening.


Oh that. Yes I heard that, why? I could definitely tell he was hiding something.


“Do you think it means something? I mean, sure it may be possible that it's all just a coincidence, or something like that, but . . . isn't it a bit too much of a coincidence?” I asked.


Well, it may be a coincidence. But it could also just be possible that a family member, say an Aunt or Uncle or sister or Brother of yours may have had a child, and that child had a child, and so on and so forth, until a little girl was born. She could be a great great great great niece or cousin of some sort.


“What? No, my sister and mother died from the influenza. I didn't have any uncles or Aunts, and I didn't have another brother or sister.” I told him. He knew that already.


Are you sure? It's possible that you might have had a family member that you don't remember, maybe if they weren't a big part of your life.


“Are you hinting something to me Carlisle?” I asked, because some of the things he said were sounding more meaningful that others, and he sounded like he was trying to go somewhere with this. “How could she be related to me, if that's what you're trying to get at.”


I guess you just have to find out for yourself, but for now, you have a impatient little girl waiting for you to go back over to her.


I let myself tune into her thoughts, blocking out all the other kids. What's taking him so long. Mrs. Foster probably scared him away, maybe he really doesn't want to talk to me. I tried not to laugh when she mentioned Mrs. Foster. It is entirely true, that women is scary. I can't believe she runs an orphanage.


“Okay then. If you don't plan on telling me, I'll ask Alice.” at that, Carlisle smiled slightly. “What? Is something going on that I don't know about?” I asked getting annoyed. All I wanted to know was if he thought she could be related to me or not. I personally didn't think so, but it was an awfully big coincidence.


I don't know, why? does it seem like something is going on? Carlisle was trying to keep the laughing out of the tone in his head. Okay, if I wanted to get down to the bottom of this, I was going to have to call the one person who would know . . . As much as it kills me to go to her for help, I have no choice. I have to call Alice.


“Fine, I'll be right back.” I quickly turned around and went back to the lobby. We hadn't gone to far, so I made it there pretty quickly.


When I got there I pulled out my phone and dialed Alice's number. It rang a few times, before she answered.


“Did you see her!” came her excited voice.


“Who?” I asked. I heard her give a exaggerated sigh on the other end.


her! The little girl!” my eyes flew wide open in shock.


“You knew?!” I accused. “You knew she was coming?” i asked.


“Of course, I saw it. Doesn't she look just like you? Except as a girl?” she squealed with excitement. I didn't know what to say. What was really going on? What did Alice see? How come I didn't know. “Edward aren't you excited?” her voice was confused and down.


“I . . . Uh, don't really know Alice. I have no idea what is going on right now, all I know is you saw something, and there is this girl in the hospital that looks like me, has the same last name I did, her middle name was my mother's first name, and her fathers name was Anthony Edward Masen. You know, nothing confusing or anything.” my voice was getting harsh with exasperation.


“Geez Ed, take a chill pill. I'll tell you everything.” I could almost hear the smile in her voice when she said Ed. Everyone that knew me, knew I hated to be called that.


“That's all I wanted.” I sighed.


“Okay, first I'll start off with telling you what I saw. So, this was like, this morning when I decided I should go to the sale, and it hit me. I saw you meeting this little girl, she looked so much like you, and I heard her tell you her name, and her dads. Then it changed, and you were sitting at the computer, looking at her family tree, and guess what?” he voice went up into a squeal. I rolled my eyes.


“What?”


“She's your great-great-great-great-great-great niece. Or something like that anyway, I don't know what to call your nephews, son's, daughters, daughters, sons, sons, daughter.” there was a long pause where no one spoke. I had a great-great-great-great-great-great niece? That isn't possible, my family died from the influenza. I didn't have any other brothers or sisters. “Edward, are you okay? I thought you'd be happy you have relatives.” I forced my self out of my shocked state.


“Uh, yea, I guess I'm happy. Alice, I have to go.” I hung up the phone and ran back down the hall, listening for the thoughts of little kids. I finally found them, in the ER room. Carlisle was talking to them about the things that shock you to help start your heart. Everyone turned around when I came in. Carlisle smiled widely.


“Ah, Edward, I was wondering when you'd get back, can you come over here to help me demonstrate how these work?” he asked. I nodded and walked over. I pulled my shirt off and laid on the operating table. When I did that, the thoughts of all the kids instantly stopped, and they were all, Oohs, and Wows! One little girl was thinking, 'Mrs. Foster doesn't let us take our shirts of in public.'


“Now, normally, when we are preforming an operation, our patients all make it through, but on those rare unlucky occasions, a patients heart may stop beating. When that happens, we immediately have to start using this.” he held up the defibrillator. “We use it about three times, and if it doesn't work, we have to inject them, and that doesn't always work either.” he turned to me and placed the defibrillator on my chest. “We would put the defibrillator here, and turn it on. It would send electrical currents through the body, hoping to restart the heart. “Any questions?” one boy raised his hand and Carlisle pointed at him.


“can you show us, I mean, can you actually do it?” Carlisle shook his head laughing warmly.


“What's your name?” he asked the boy.


“Tommy.”


“Well, Tommy, I could, but that probably wouldn't help Edward any. It's only used for those whose hearts have or are nearly stopped.” Another hand went up, but I couldn't see the face because the person was shorter than the people in front of it. “Yes, you with the hand up.” Carlisle said. I recognized the voice as Holly's.


“Well, say if someone you know was dead, could you bring them back by doing that?” she asked hopefully. I just remembered every kid in this room was an orphan. I felt a pain of sorrow for the little kids. Carlisle smiled sadly at her.


“I wish we could sweetheart. But this only works if you do it right away.” The room was silent for a minute, before I stood up and put my shirt back on. “Well, who wants to see how a cast is made?” Carlisle asked with an exaggerated cheeriness. Many hands were raised and kids said, 'ooh me me me!' “okay then, follow me.” Carlisle lead then all out of the ER and back into the hall.


I saw Holly waiting for me, and walked over to her. Now that Alice mentioned it, she kind of did look like me. I couldn't help but think that she really was my great-great-great-great niece or what ever it was.


“Are you okay?” i asked her. She nodded.


“Yeah. I just thought that if maybe he came back, everything would be okay again, and mommy would come back too.” her face didn't show sadness, just hope. “But I guess it really is too late.” I wanted to call Bella and tell her she had to come see this little girl. Bella would fall in love with her, and Rosalie, and Alice. She was really too cute. Plus, they would know what to say, I'm not very good at comforting little kids.


“I'm sorry.” I told her. It was all I could think of to say. She looked up at me and her brows furrowed together.


“Why? You didn't kill my daddy did you?” her voice went up a notch slightly when she said the last part.


“No, no no no. I did not kill him. But I am sorry that he's dead.” I told her, trying to make her understand. I didn't really want to say dead, but I couldn't think of anything else to say.


“oh. Me too. But you know what he told me when he was in the hospital?” she asked me.


“What?”


“He told me that everything would be alright in the end, and I would live a happy life.” she sounded as if she just told the best secret in the world. “But so far it hasn't worked,” her voice was now sad. “I've been to two homes, but each time I've been sent back. They didn't tell me why, they just said tings to Mrs. Foster, and she would get angry at me. I've been in the orphanage for ten months. But I'm not giving up!” her voice went up again to confidence. “I know someday I'll find the right family, and make my daddy proud!” This girl was bright, I could tell already. She seemed older than six or seven, but her body said different.


“Well I hope you do that.” I told her as we entered the room where Carlisle was getting ready to show the kids how he made a cast.


“Me too. I really want to, he was the bestest daddy in the world, and my bestest friend. But now I don't have any friends, cause the kids in the orphanage don't stay very long, and if they do, they aren't really friendly.” I felt bad. All these kids were here either because they didn't have family, or weren't wanted. Suddenly her eyes lit up. “Will you be my friend?” she asked hopefully. I smiled. That I could do.


“Sure. I would be honored.” I told her. She smiled wider than I thought possible. She was really cute. She only came up a little past my belly button. Suddenly her hand was in mine. I tried to not to stiffen up at the surprise.


“I like you.” she said quietly. “Your kinda like my daddy.” I relaxed slightly.


“I like you too.” she beamed with pride, before looking hopeful. Wow, she can change moods faster than Rosalie.


“Will you come visit me?” she asked. I drew a blank. Could I go visit her? Should I go visit her? Do I want to go visit her?


Say yes Edward. Carlisle's thoughts made me snap my head in his direction. He was showing kids the paste he used to make the casts.


“Sure.” I said after a long moment of thinking. “I'll try.”


Well? This chap was kinda hard to write, I had it planned out, but when I reread it, I thought it might have been a little to unrealistic. Tell me what you think. I enjoy feed back, as you may know, and those of you who only add me to story alert and don't review, that bugs me, so please leave a review, not for me, but for the story. I probably won't update for a while, I just want to know what y'all think of the first chap.


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