Disclaimer: I don't own anything. All belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

Prologue.

"She is uncharacteristically quiet." Renee whispered to her friend Esme as she stared at her two year old daughter Bella, who was gazing at Edward, Esme's three year old son. The two women had met when it was Esme first time to Forks Church. Esme had only recently moved here with her husband Carlisle and her son.

Esme couldn't help but broke into a smile when she saw Bella's features again. With a pair of innocent chocolate eyes, it was enough to make anyone melt. God had also given her a pair of full, pink lips, defined cheekbones, a straight nose, shiny brown hair and a heart shaped face. In Esme's opinion, Bella was the prettiest little girl she had ever seen.

Today was the first time the children met each other. Bella was mumbling loudly about 'pink fairies and purple dragons' when Renee carried her into Esme's house. After the mothers exchanged greetings, Renee set Bella down next to Edward, who was fiddling quietly with his figuring animals.

At first, Bella didn't look the boy next to her. Instead, she followed her mother's every move with her eyes. It was Edward who looked up first.

Until the day he dies, Edward was sure he wouldn't forget the first time he looked into her eyes. Her eyes were framed by thick black lashes, and it had an air of innocence about it. It was deep, like a natural lake, and non-artificially beautiful. It wasn't possible to see through her, but it was easily recognized that a beautiful soul was flashing through those eyes.

Bella had gotten bored at looking at her mother. She turned around and saw a beautiful boy with emerald eyes, staring at her. She stared back, and noticed that his eyes were sparkling.

They continued to gaze into each others eyes, until the mothers had came over, concerned.

"Edward, this is Bella. Staring is rude." Esme said, lightly scolding her son.

Edward lowered his gaze. Bella dropped her gaze as well, and then she blushed, causing the adults to burst into laughter.

"I didn't know it is possible to blush at such an early age." Esme chuckled.

"Oh, she is full of surprises, my Bella." Renee patted Bella's hair fondly.

AN: Do you think I should continue?