Summary: The night of Bella's birthday, Edward got her pregnant. He didn't know. A relative of hers invited him to stay with her, and she accepted, only to find that he was a vampire. What happens when Bella and Edward run into each other 19 years later?

AN: tell me what you think of the first chapter. Heads up, Izzy = Bella

Izzy's POV:

The twins were at it again. You'd think by the age of 19, they'd be able to stop fighting long enough to eat breakfast, but apparently not.

"But it's not fair! You ate the rest of the apple jacks Kade! You don't even like Apple Jacks!" Clarity was yelling at her brother.

"I've liked them for the last year now, Clarity" Kade commented from behind a paper he was reading. "I apologize if that upset you"

Clarity picked up the milk carton that was on the table and dumped it on her brother's head. I walked fully into the medium sized kitchen now.

"Clarity, why did you do that?" I questioned her, thinking I might already know the answer.

"There was nothing to drink the milk with" she said, arms crossed. This was the behavior I got from her, most likely because she grew up without a father, and with an uncle that spoiled her whenever he possibly could. I sighed. I just stood there for a few moments, taking in my two beautiful children.

Clarity, my daughter. 5'5 with long copper colored hair. Her eyes were a color I wouldn't expect. Not my eye color, and not that of her fathers either. Purple. A deep dark, amethyst kind of purple. She usually wore cargo pants, dark green or black, with a band t-shirt and her converse boots. A winter hat, the kind that skaters wore, adorned her head. It was the same hat; she refused to get a new one, though her uncle had offered so many times. It was black, with a mudkip patch on it. Across the front the hat read, "So……I heard you liked mudkipz." I was at a complete loss for what it meant, as Clarity never explained it. It had been countless times I'd tried to get her to, because it always irritated me that when she was with her group of friends, they'd read the hat, and laugh. It was as if it was some sort of private joke.

And then there was Kade.

Perfect, sweet, generous, Kade. He was 5'7, two inches taller than his sister. His hair, the exact same shade as Edward's. He didn't know it, and if he did, he most likely wouldn't care, but he wore his hair the exact way his father had. Sometimes when I looked at Kade I saw his father. Like his sister, his eyes were purple. But a lighter shade. His normal clothing choices consisted of button-down shirts, vests, and black jeans. Of course every few weeks, he would make a stretch and wear khaki. He wore simple black slip on tennis shoes. Actually it wasn't so simple; the shoes were but the habit wasn't. He had worn the exact brand and style of shoe since he was 9. That was ten years of the same shoe. Of course I didn't have a problem with that, but two years ago the shoe company moved. From out beautiful enjoyable Ireland to Mexico. So we had to order shoes. They cost 4 times more than they used to. That of course confused me, because they were being made in MEXICO of all places! But honestly, that was just how Kade was. You couldn't change him, or what he liked, or what he wanted, or what he thought he needed. The thing he thought he needed were black slip on leather shoes. When I'd first confronted him with the fact that he might have to start wearing other shoes, he locked himself in his room. Not for an hour, or ten minutes like I'd expected, but for a week. And he hadn't hunted or eaten in those 7 days either. His uncle thought it was reasonable for him to continue wearing the shoes that were comfortable, and continued buying them for him.

I sighed. "Clarity, I'm going grocery shopping for the two of you, if you would like, you can come this trip" I told her.

"Really, I thought it was Kade's turn" Clarity already had that smug look on her face. Maybe I should have thought it out better than this.

"I could truly care less, Clarity" Kade told her. Now the paper was gone and he sat enveloped in a music magazine.

Kade inherited Edward's love of the piano. He also inherited his looks and his gift. The ability to read the minds of others was his, though he rarely used it. That was one thing you could count on from Kade. He didn't use his super natural advantages over others. To do so would be, in the words Kade had spoken at the age of 6, "ethically wrong." And apparently people who would do such a thing were, "Morally bankrupt imbeciles with nothing better to do than to pry into the personal lives of others" At the age of six he'd said that. I sighed again.

Clarity stuck her tongue out at her brother and walked with me out of the miniature castle we lived in. It was Ireland. It was normal for houses to be a little larger, made of stone, and covered in bright green moss.

"The cars that way, mom," Clarity pointed in the other direction.

"We're walking today" I responded.

"But MOMMM. That's like………a mile!" she whined.

"I realize that, love" I told her and continued walking. It took us a while to get there, mainly because Clarity wouldn't stop complaining.

As we walked I thought about allot of things. Of Edward, who had abandoned me pregnant, and was the reason I was now what I was. Inhuman, undead, a vampire; though he had no idea. It was likely he thought I was safe and happy in Forks, married to Mike Newton. Well I was not. I was in a rainy part of Ireland, with my uncle and his children. My uncle, who I also referred to as the twins' uncle. He'd actually been born sometime in 1870s. He was my great, great, great, great, great uncle, give or take a few greats. My uncle refused to allow me to pay for anything. He'd been the one to turn me when the time came. He was everything to me. Well, of course not…..EVERYTHING. He was certainly no Edward. Uhg. Nearly 19 years. For nearly 19 years I'd been able to only think of him on occasion. But I was thinking of him more and more often as of late.

After grocery shopping with Clarity, she wanted to go to the skate shop. 2 new comic books and a new sticker for the underside of her skateboard were apparently calling her name. So I waited, looking down at my feet, outside the shop. "Bella?" I heard someone ask. The voice was velvety smooth. It was slightly confused, and defiantly a little over exited. I looked up to look Edward Cullen in the face.

Bum bum bummmmmm! And of course with me it's a cliff hangar. The next chapter should be up soon. Probably not today. I'm sorry for that. But honestly if I gave you the entire story in one day that would leave nothing to look forward to.

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