AN: Yes, Stephenie Meyer owns it all, not me. Except for Grace and any other thing that SM didn't create.

So, the story doesn't really fit with the actual events in Twilight. But here is what I changed.

Jacob has never met Bella before, so there is no connection between them.

The Cullen's lived in Forks many years ago, and that is when Bella met Edward.

The werewolf pack started the year previous to this story due to a different vampire coven being somewhere around Forks. Therefore, Jacob, Embry, Quil etc. are really only 16 years old.

Chapter One

Edward's POV

Today I found a lost little girl.

I was taking a walk through the park when I heard crying. I could here distressed thoughts. I followed the sounds and it led me to a tree. A little girl sat curled up under it, crying.

"Do you need some help?" I asked the little girl kindly.

She sniffed. "I lost my Mummy and Daddy." She sobbed.

"Do you know where they went?"

"No, they told me to wait on the playground while they went to the toilet, but they forgot to come back and get me."

"Forgot? Hmm, what's your name?"

"Grace."

"That's a nice name. My name's Edward. How old are you, Grace?"

"Four and a half. My birthday's in December."

It was only June. She would be five in six months. But it was only then that I noticed her accent. Australian, I think.

"Do you live around here?" I asked.

"No. We lived a long way away. We moved around a lot."

"What are you parent's names?"

"I don't know. They didn't tell me. They said it was a secret."

That really shocked me. Then I realised something strange. This whole story sounded suspicious to me. Grace's parents sounded dodgy.

"Do you know what you're parent's jobs are?"

"I don't know." She said.

"Do you know where any of your other family lives? Your grandparents, aunties, uncles?"

"I don't know."

"You know what, Grace? I think you should come with me. Would you like that? You can meet my wife, and my sister, and brothers, and my mum and dad. We'll look after you."

"I'm not allowed to go with strangers." She said nervously.

"I thought we were friends."

"Is it like a play date?"

"Yeah," I said, "Just like a play date. I've got loads of toys you can play with, and I'm sure my sisters would love you."

"Okay then."

She let me lead her to my car by the hand. Then I drove her to my home.

Of course, my sisters loved her. My whole family did. They wanted to keep her, and admittedly, so did I. She stayed with us for a week before Carlisle and Esme decided that it would be acceptable for her to be part of the family. It was arranged by child services for her to be Carlisle and Esme's adopted daughter. However, this was only agreed after I had explained my theory about Grace's parents to the family though. It was my guess that Grace's parents had abandoned her. She conveniently had no idea of her parent's names or occupations or any of her family's names or whereabouts. When Grace's parents had left her to go to the 'toilet' they had not come back for her. They 'forgot', as Grace said.

We decided that until it was time for her to start high school, she would be home schooled, by us. Carlisle did science, I did English, Bella did math, Alice did languages, and Emmett did sport. Rosalie and Esme helped out where they could and taught her other little things.

When Grace turned five, six months after I had found her, my family and I told her our secret: that we were vampires. She took it surprisingly well. It didn't seem to affect her at all really. I guess it's easy to adapt when you're young.

Just like how she adapted with the loss of her parents. She was upset for a while, but she soon forgot about her parents leaving her in the park that day. Carlisle and Esme became her mother and father, and the rest of us were her brothers and sisters.

When she was a little older, we told her about how we came to be her family. Again she was upset for a little while, but she just took it in her stride and went on with her life. Sure, there were moments when she would feel extremely insecure, but my family and I did all we could to show her that she was loved and accepted.