Disclaimer- I am not Stephenie Meyer. Never was. Never will be.

A/N- It's been ten years since I last went to Disney World, but I still remember the way that little kids act when they go. Here's the promised story of the first Masen/Swan trip to Disney World in the Blackbird Fly universe. Hope you enjoy!

“We have to take the girls to the Hall of Presidents,” Edward declared. “It’s this way.”

“Edward, I don’t think she’ll care,” I said.

“I got the mouse ears!” Charlie cried. He too, was wearing a set of mouse ears with his name stitch on them. Edward and I were trying our hardest to conceal laughter. We thought we were the biggest cornballs ever. “Here you go, girls!”

He stuck Charliebeth’s mouse ears on her head. “Grandpa, I don’t like these,” she replied, taking them off. He put the mouse ears on Lucia, who simply took them off and looked at them. She was hardly old enough to sit up on her own in the stroller.

“Let me get one picture with you in them,” Charlie said.

“OK, if somebody goes around and gets the fast passes, we can get in all the good rides before lunch,” Ted said, flipping through his Disney World guide book.

“The Hall of Presidents is the most important ride in the Magic Kingdom,” Edward said.

“Edward,” I said.

“Baba?" Charliebeth asked, calling Liz her nickname for Babushka, the Russian word for Grandmother. "When are we going to Cinderella’s Castle?”

“Can you see it from here?” Liz asked.

“Yes,” Charlotte said.

“We’re going the wrong way,” Edward said.

“The Hall of Presidents isn’t that important,” I said. “Let’s go on Cinderella’s Carousel.”

“That’s in front of Cinderella’s Castle!” Liz said.

“Let’s go there!” Charlotte cried, taking Liz’s hand, pulling. “Baba! Let’s go!”

Edward’s face twisted. He was all about taking Charlotte on the 'educational' rides. Edward and I were making so much these days, we could come back to Disney World next year. Lucia was going to need to go down for a nap in the afternoon, and I’d have to go back to the hotel.

“The Spinning Teacups,” Charlie said. “That’s one Charlotte will like, and she’s big enough to go on.”

“We’ll find out if she gets motion sickness,” Ted said.

“That’ll be the first in the family,” I said.

Charlie insisted on pushing the stroller with Lucia in it, which left Edward and I to hold each other’s hands while Liz and Ted took Charlotte’s hands and walked her along.

“What’s so important about the Hall of Presidents?” I asked.

“You insisted on going to the Magic Kingdom on our first day here,” he said. “Instead of Epcot or the Animal Kingdom.”

“Edward, she’s not really going to remember this,” I said. “She’s three-years-old!”

“Look, there’s Winnie the Pooh!” Liz cried. Charlotte froze. Winnie the Pooh approached and I saw a look of fear pass Charlotte’s face. “Charliebeth, what’s wrong?”

“Say hi to Poohbear,” Ted insisted. “I’ve read stories to you about Pooh.”

Pooh bent down and waved to her. Maybe if Pooh spoke to her in that high-pitched voice, he wouldn’t be so intimidating. I saw Charlotte’s chin wobble. Charlotte hid behind Liz’s legs. Pooh took the cue to go on to the next family over.

I realized that Charlie had gotten the whole thing on camera.

“Dad, did you really record that?” I asked.

“It was cute,” he said. “We’ll look back on this and laugh.”

“There was a time when I wanted to get everything cute that she did on tape,” Edward said. “And then, I realized I’d never have time to watch it.”

We went down Main Street and towards Cinderella’s Castle. Lucia began to cry because she needed a diaper change, so I had to take her to the restroom.

Charlotte saw Cinderella- a girl dressed like Cinderella. It was a little too much for her. Cinderella was her favorite Disney Princess to dress up like when we played dress up at home. It was like meeting her biggest hero- she began to cry. I had to hug her and calm her down.

“Momma, take me on the horsies!” she cried.

“What horsies?” I asked.

“Those horsies!” she cried, pointing. I saw she was pointing at the carousel.

“Anybody up for Cinderella’s Carousel?” I asked.

“I’ll go,” Edward said.

“We’ll stay with Lucia,” Liz said.

Edward, Charlotte, Charlie and I got in line.

“I always wanted to take my daughter on the rides at Disney World,” Charlie said.

“Dad, don’t get corny on me,” I said.

“Aw, come on, Bells, let me take you on the Carousel,” Charlie offered.

“Alright,” I said.

“Mommy!” Charlotte whined. “Ride the horsy with me!”

“Dad, I don’t know if I can get out of it,” I said.

“There’s two-seaters,” Edward said. “I’ll man the camcorder, Charlie, you stand beside them.”

Edward and I set Charlotte down on a two-seater horse, and I climbed up behind her. I wrapped my arms around her, holding onto the pole with one hand, Charlotte with the other. Charlie stood next to me. “Which one of you should I hold onto?” he asked.

“Charlotte,” I said.

“Grandpa, get on one of the horsies,” Charlotte said.

“No, I’m going to ride beside you and Mommy,” Charlie said.

Edward already had the camcorder open and recording and was holding onto one of the balance stirrups with the other hand. “That horsy’s making a weird face!” Charlotte cried, pointing out one of the other horses.

“Does it scare you?” I asked.

“No,” she said.

Charlotte was very articulate for her age. Emmett liked to get her repeat him saying complicated sentences once she started speaking because it was funny to him, stuff like, I can’t believe the recession is making this economy this depressed. He got her to start saying stuff like that when she hard old enough to talk- parroting, it was called. Our friends found it funny when she was a toddler, because she was like Pearl on the Landlord on funnyordie dot com.

By the time the ride started going, Charlotte had questions. She always had a lot of questions. Edward and I were used to it. Lucia was quieter, more observant- I wondered if she’d have so many questions when she started talking.

The carousel ride was nice, uneventful.

Charlie helped Charlotte and I off the pony and the four of us exited.

“There’s the spinning teacups!” Charlie cried.

“Yay!” Charlotte cried.

“You want to go on that?” Charlie asked.

“Yeah!” Charlotte cried.

“Uh, Charlie, the Hall of Presidents…?” Edward reminded.

“Yeah, the Hall of Presidents,” Charlotte reminded Charlie, primly. Edward had pumped Charlotte up about it so much. I was worried she’d be bored to death. She didn’t know American History, yet. “This is all too much!” Charlotte said, shaking her head. “Spinning Teacups or Hall of Presidents...”

Charlie laughed. “She’s so cute.”

“How was it?” Ted asked.

“Great!” Charlotte cried.

“Let’s go on the teacups first, then we can go find the Hall of Presidents,” Charlie said. Edward was beginning to look annoyed.

“Daddy and I really want to go to the Hall of Presidents,” Charlotte said.

“We’ll get there,” Liz said.

I stayed with Edward and Lucia while Ted, Liz and Charlie took Charlotte on the Spinning Teacups ride. Charlotte was a bit dizzy afterwards. We took her through Cinderella’s Castle. She was squealing and pointing at everything. We finally got into the Hall of Presidents.

Ted and Liz took Lucia to the petting zoo, while the rest of us took Charlotte to the Hall of Presidents. Ted and Liz were sick to death of the Hall of Presidents by now- they had taken Edward so many times when he was a kid. They were more than willing to do all the tiny kid activities with Lucia while I got to enjoy Disney World for the first time with Charlie.

As the lights went down, Charlotte looked around. “Daddy, where’s the Presidents?” she asked, loudly.

“Shh,” Edward shushed her.

The curtain came up, and there, under the lights was the robotic President Lincoln. I saw Charlotte freeze up in Edward’s arms. It was terror. Her chin wobbled and she began to scream as Lincoln spoke.

I couldn’t help it- I had to smother my laugh. The irony. She was afraid of robot Lincoln after all the focus Edward had put on getting her into the Hall of Presidents. People were turning around and looking at us. Edward looked like he was going to die- if he could ever hear again. Charlotte was gripping his shirt for dear life and tears were rolling down her face. I looked over at Charlie- he was holding the video camera, and taping her- tears of laughter were rolling down his own face although he was trying his hardest not to laugh out loud. His whole body was shaking.

“Edward, we have to get out of here,” I said.

“What happened?” Ted asked.

“Let me just show you,” Charlie said, opening up the video camera.

“Nothing happened,” Edward snapped.

“It was scary!” Charlotte cried, and began sobbing.

“Oh, it’s OK,” Liz said. Charlotte reached for her Baba. “Baba’s here!”

“There was a scary robot in there!” Charlotte said, wiping her eyes. Ted was laughing at the footage of Charlotte screaming at Robot Lincoln, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.

“Son, I thought she was too young for that,” Liz said, kissing her forehead. “Edward…”

“Mom-”

“Like I said, let her be a kid, first. Let’s worry about her education when she’s old enough for it,” she said.

“Baba, no more scary rides,” Charlotte said, sucking her thumb.

“Oh, baby, I understand,” she said, patting her back. “How about Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride? Baba will take you on it. With Mommy and Grandpa Charlie.”

Charlotte sniffled and nodded, thumb in mouth, her coppery curls bobbing along.

With the kids down for a nap, I finally had a chance to take a shower. Charlie was going to the Epcot Village with Liz and Ted and Edward, having a beer or two… or three or four.

I was so happy that my full-time job was Stay At Home Mom. Photography and writing were fun, they afforded me an income, so I didn’t feel like a complete leech on Edward. He had been so disappointed at Charlotte’s reaction to the Hall of Presidents.

“Bella?”

“Edward?” I asked, sticking my head out from behind the shower curtain. “Why aren’t you at the International Pavilion?”

“Mom and Dad are probably going to embarrass me with blackmail for Charlie,” he said. “I didn’t want to sit through it. I see the girls are down for the afternoon.”

“Yeah,” I said, sliding behind the shower curtain again. “This is usually my only free second to think in the day… until you get home to entertain them. If we stay quiet, do you want to join me?” I asked.

“Well, this is a vacation,” Edward said.

I was secretly giddy as the shower curtain tugged aside and he stepped in.

We never had sex any more. Having children was an ending to it, for now, but it was a happy sacrifice. “Are you still upset about Charlotte’s reaction to the Hall of Presidents?” I asked, wiping my face off.

“Yeah, a little bit,” he said stepping under the shower head. “That was my favorite place in the Magic Kingdom, asides from Space Mountain.”

“Edward, thank you for letting me bring Charlie along,” I said, pressing my face into his shoulder blades, wrapping my arms around his stomach. “I’m happy I got to share my first trip to Disney World with him.”

I checked my email on my laptop. It was 2:30. Edward was exhausted, now, he was sleeping. I smiled to myself. Charlotte was going to wake up, soon, and Lucia usually heard her get up, especially since we had them sleeping in the same room together. Charlie had uploaded the footage of our first day in the Magic Kingdom. I put on my ear phones to watch it all.

A Barbershop trio had sung to Lucia while we had been on Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride. She took it in with those giant green eyes and interested expression. She, too, seemed to have an interest in music. And there, on the hard drive, was the footage of the Hall of Presidents. Charlie had shot it so he was standing with me in the angle, and he turned on the night vision.

“Daddy, where’s the Presidents?” Charlotte asked, looking around. I saw that she had pressed a hand to Edward’s face, while looking around, as if the Presidents would come down the aisle or something.

“Shh,” Edward said. The curtains came up and Charlie had panned over to get President Lincoln, but suddenly, Charlotte was screaming. He zipped the camera around to Edward and Charlotte. Edward was struggling wit her, and she was screaming and clawing at Edward in panic.

I held my stomach, I trying so hard not to laugh. This had to go out as Day 1 highlight.

I uploaded it, and a few pictures and videos to and started a blog entry on my myspace.

Subj: Day 1 Highlights of the Masen-Swan family trip to Disney

Hello Everyone,

I wish you were here with us, we are having a blast here at Disney World, the Happiest Place on Earth©. I miss you all so much. Lucia and Charlotte are napping, and the “big kids,” Charlie, Liz and Ted, are enjoying a few beers at the Germany portion of the International Pavilion at Epcot, currently. I just took a shower and Edward’s taking a nap.

We went to the Magic Kingdom today, where Charlotte met Winnie the Pooh.

Grandpa Charlie got everybody mouse ears (oh, the horror) and he insisted on getting pictures of all of us wearing them. Lucia refused to wear them:

I included several pictures and videos with captions for my friends.

And the highlight of day 1, and maybe even the whole trip, Charliebeth’s first (and maybe only) visit to the Hall of Presidents:

I put up the video of Charliebeth's first visit to the Hall of Presidents.

Maybe Daddy spoiled it for her.

I saved it and waited for the responses from Alice and Emmett, and the very least.

Lucia woke up when Charlotte did, and by then, I needed to nurse the baby. Liz and Ted came home with Charlie, and retired to their room in our suite for an hour long nap. Charlotte wanted to go swimming in the indoor pool.

My cell phone rang right as I had changed Lucia into the cute little swim suit Alice and Jasper had given her with a watermelon on it with a matching hat. It was Alice. She was still laughing. “I just saw Charlotte’s reaction to her much-anticipated trip to the Hall of Presidents,” she said, between peals of laughter. “I called Ang and told her to pull it up!”

“I know, I know,” I said.

“I really wish I had been there,” Alice giggled. “I showed everybody at the art gallery, they think it’s hysterical. Poor Edward- does he have a black eye from all that?”

“No, but I’m surprised he doesn’t,” I said. “Just wait.”

“Mommy, let’s go!” Charlotte cried.

“Just a moment, we don’t have towels,” I said, going to the bathroom.

“I almost peed in my pants when I saw it,” she said. “That’s all she’s talked about since you guy told her she was going to Disney World. What are you doing right now?”

“I’m taking the girls swimming,” I said. “They’re wearing the swim suit you and Esme bought them.”

“Oh good! Get pictures!”

“I will!”

“Mommy, are we ready?” Charlotte asked.

“Yes, we are,” I said. At the pool, I put the "swimmies" a pair of blow-up rings on Charlotte's arms.

“Mommy, get in with me!” she cried.

“I’ve got to make sure Lucia’s OK, too,” I said. I had put her in classes at the Y, she was fine without the swimmies on, but since I had had Lucia, I didn’t have a free hand to help her if anything happened. Usually, Edward was there to keep an eye on her when we went swimming. I put Lucia in a floater made for babies where she basically sat in a lifesaver with a seat in it with holes for her legs. I took off my cover up, dreading being out in a two-piece with all my stretch marks showing, and took Lucia into the water.

Lucia didn’t have a natural aversion to the water, like most babies. She wasn’t afraid. Charlotte was already splashing around in the water. A family was playing Marco Polo, they asked her to join. Lucia and I had a nice, quiet time, without a lot splashing and noise. I didn’t want my hand to leave her, while I kept an eye on Charlotte.

Some of the other moms with little babies talked to me about this being my first trip to Disney World. “My older one had a freak out at the Hall of Presidents this morning,” I said.

“Was that your family?” one of the moms asked.

“I’m afraid so,” I said. “I’m afraid my husband got a black eye from it.”

They all laughed. My phone began to ring from the patio chair. I decided to ignore it.

“Isabella Masen?” Edward had come downstairs. He looked like he had just woken up- he hadn’t even combed his hair out. He was holding Charlotte, wrapped in a towel. He didn’t look happy.

“Excuse me, my husband’s awake,” I said. Picking up Lucia, I got out of the pool. “Yes, Edward my love, the light of my life?”

“Will you explain to me why my three-year-old daughter is in public in a red bikini?” he asked.

I looked at Charlotte, her curly red pigtails wet and dripping and then up at Edward, who was livid. I burst out laughing. “That’s not a bikini, it’s a two-piece,” I said.

“A two-piece is a bikini,” he said.

“It’s cute on her,” I said.

“Did you buy it for her?” he asked.

“No,” I said. “Esme gave it to her on our last trip to Forks. Don’t get so upset, it’s cute.”

“It’s sexual,” he hissed. “She’s three-years-old, there is no way I’m going to let her run around looking like that!”

“There about ten little girls her size here at the pool in smaller bikinis than what she’s wearing,” I hissed. “Stop embarrassing me!”

“She’s my child, I have a say in this,” he said. “What if there are pedophiles watching? I’m taking her back up to the suite, she’s changing out of this, and I’m throwing it away!”

“No!” Charlotte whimpered.

“It was a present, Edward!” I cried. “She’s having a good time! You can’t do that!”

“Watch me!”

“I’ll tell Esme,” I said.

“Yeah, so?” Edward snapped. He was calling my bluff. I wasn’t bluffing.

I turned on my heel and went to my patio chair and got my cell phone. I was going to call her myself right in front of him.

“If this was a tankini, I’d be OK with it, but this shows the upper part of her stomach and her rib cage and her belly button,” Edward said as the phone began to ring. “Charlotte Elizabeth Renée, if you don’t come with me, I’m going to pick you up and carry you, myself.” Charlotte’s chin began to tremble.

“Are you on your period or something?” I hissed.

“Not funny, Bella,” he replied.

“Hello?” Esme answered.

“Hi, Esme, it’s Bella. Edward thinks the cute little two-piece bathing suit you gave Charliebeth is inappropriate, and is going to throw it away,” I said.

Esme snorted back laughter. “Does he, now?” she asked. “Give him the phone. I have something to say to him.”

I held out the phone. “Esme wants to speak to you,” I said, arching an eyebrow.

“Fine,” he said, taking the phone. We were both waiting to see who backed down, first. I took Charlotte by the hand and set Lucia down on the patio chair.

“It’s going to be OK,” I said. “I didn’t mean for this to happen,” I dried her off, careful not to let the towel fall off and expose this supposedly risqué bikini. “Do you want to go back to the hotel and get a bath before we go to Epcot for the fireworks?”

“Uh-huh,” she replied.

Picking up Lucia, we gathered out things and went back up to the hotel room while Edward got a tongue-lashing from Esme. The grandparents were up.

“Don’t they look so cute?” Charlie asked. “Bells, what’s wrong?” he asked, seeing the cranky expression between Edward and myself.

“Edward thinks that Charlotte’s swim suit is too revealing,” I said. “He doesn’t think that three-year-olds should be in two-pieces that show stomach.”

“It’s cute!” Charlie cried. “Liz, Ted, don’t the girls look cute?”

“They do!” Liz cried. “What’s wrong with this swim suit, Edward?”

“There might be perverts out here,” Edward said. “She’s in a two-piece!”

“Yeah, so?” I asked. “I’m wearing a two-piece, you didn’t care about a pervert looking at me!”

“That’s because you’re old enough to do something about it,” Edward said. “They’re babies, practically! Defenseless!”

"I'm not a baby! I'm a big girl!" Charlotte cried.

“I was out there with them,” I said.

“Bells, I think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen you in a two-piece without something on over it,” Charlie said.

“Dad, not right now,” I said.

“I’m going to give the girls a bath,” Liz said, picking up Charlotte, taking Lucia from me.

“Edward, Charlotte went through a naked phase when she was one, when I couldn’t keep a stitch of clothing on her,” I argued.

“That was when she was around the house,” Edward said.

“I kept her in a diaper in public,” I said. “Isn’t that worse?”

“That’s normal,” Edward said. “She was a baby. She’s almost a little girl, now.”

Charlie began to laugh. “It’s the horror of your little girl growing up,” he said. “You’re just going to have to get used to it, Edward. She’s going to be in high heels and make up before you know it.”

“It’s times like this that I hate you, Charlie,” Edward grumbled.

“I’m enjoying this,” Charlie replied, sitting down on the couch, propping his feet up on the coffee table, popping the top on his can of beer. “Every second of it.”

Edward went out onto the balcony. “Let him cool off,” Ted said. “You know he hates being wrong.”

“I’ve lived with him for four years,” I said. “If he’s not right, it drives him crazy.” I went into our room and changed out of my suit and into jeans and a tank top. I had a voice mail on my phone. It was from Emmett. He wasn’t actually saying anything at first, just laughing like a hyena.

“Bella, thanks for the laugh of day- maybe even the week!” he said. “I forwarded it to all my friends in the office. I’m gonna call Rose and make her watch it. One word for you; youtube. Hope you’re having fun! ‘Bye!”

I couldn’t blame Edward for worrying. There were a lot of pervs out there. I had been the victim of a few of them. When Charlotte came out of the bathroom dressed in shorts and a tee shirt, her hair still wet, I picked her up. “Are you going to go with me to apologize to Daddy for making him mad?” I asked.

“OK,” she sighed.

We went out onto the balcony, where Edward was checking his PDA. “Hi, Edward, love of my life,” I said.

“Hi, Daddy,” Charlotte said.

“We’re sorry about what happened at the pool,” I said. “We know you love us, and you were just looking out for Charliebeth.” I put Charlotte down on Edward’s lap. “Give Daddy a kiss,” I said.

Charlotte hugged him and gave him a kiss. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I love you.”

Edward hugged her back. “I love you, too,” he said. “I worry about you, that’s all.”

“You’re not going to make me throw my bathing suit away, are you?” she asked.

“You can wear around your grandparents and at home, but not in public,” he said. “Not where people we don’t know can see you. OK?”

“OK,” she said. “Because I really like that one.”

“You did look really cute in it,” Edward said. “But, what Mommy was wearing, you can’t wear a bathing suit like that until you’re grown up.”

“Da-ad!” she cried.

“Three going on thirteen,” I said.

“Are we all ready for the fireworks?” Ted asked. “I think we got a great spot!”

“Yay!” Charlotte cried.

“Ahh!” Lucia cried, imitating Charlotte. It was completely dark, now. Edward was holding Charlotte tightly. I wondered what Urban Legends he had heard about children being abducted from Disney World that making him so paranoid.

“Yay,” I said, clapping my hands. Lucia began to clap her hands from Liz’s lap, too. She had learned that, somewhere- clap when everybody else is clapping. It was so cute.

The lights went dark, and then the water jets started going off, and lights and fireworks started. The booms started making Lucia jump, and before I knew it, she was crying. She didn’t like the noise.

“Bella, this is your first trip to Disney World, I'll take her back to the hotel," Liza said.

"Liz, don't be silly," I said. "She's my daughter."

"You’re missing out on so much, Ted and I will take turns taking care of the kids when they need to go back to the hotel,” Liz said, getting up, taking Lucia. "I've been so many times already."

“There should be a bottle of breast milk in the fridge,” I said. “I just pumped before we left.”

“Daddy, look!” Charlotte cried, pointing. “A pink one! Grandpa ! It’s in the shape of a C!”

“For Charliebeth,” Charlie said.

“Yeah!” Charlotte said, high-fiving him.

Charlotte was completely wired by the time the fireworks were over. There was no way we were getting her to sleep in the next two hours, and it was nine o’clock, already.

We took her to the playground at the hotel to wear her out a little bit with physical activity before taking her up to bed. Her favorite was the slide. After about an hour, she started to get cranky, we knew we could get her to sleep. Edward put her to bed around eleven. She wanted to go to the Animal Kingdom tomorrow to see the monkeys- and get there early.

“I forgot how exhausting children were,” Charlie said, flopping down on the couch. “I don’t remember you being this active, Bells. And now, there’s two miniature versions of you. They are wearing me out.”

“Oh Dad,” I said.

“They’re just like you,” Charlie said.

“Charlotte’s a lot like Edward,” I said. “I’m still waiting to see what Lucia’s going to turn out like.”

“Probably like you; she already does,” he said.

“She’s got my hair and my skin, that’s it,” I said.

“She’s quiet and introspective,” Charlie replied. “And why did you have to give your children opera singer names?” he complained. “Why couldn’t you name them something simple like Sue or Jody or something?”

“Those aren't opera singer names!” I cried. “They’re beautiful, feminine names that mean something to Edward and me!”

“Lucia? Charlotte?” he asked.

“You named me Isabella,” I said.

“Isabella was your mother’s idea,” he said.

“And Marie was your Mom’s name,” I said. “Whose idea was that?”

“Eh, you got me there,” he said.

“One of them is named after you,” I said.

“Eh,” he said, shrugging, turning on the TV. “I’d have loved it if you’d have called her Charlie.”

“That would have been too confusing,” I said.

“Come here.” I bent down to hug him, and he placed a kiss on my forehead. "I'm having the time of my life. I love you, Bella."

"I love you, too, Dad."

THE END