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He left two weeks ago. It was the right thing for both of us. I knew he wanted something more than to live here with me his whole life. I respected that about him. He had dreams, aspirations, that he had to follow through with. I couldn't blame him for that. He asked if I would go with him, but I knew it didn't matter if I went. We weren't meant to work out. We loved each other, but we played friends better. I would let him live his life without interferences from me. I wouldn't let this new occurrence change that. Edward would get to live his life. He would get the chance to succeed in what he wanted to do, without me calling him with news that would make him move back here and forget his plans. I couldn't do that to him. He deserved to live his life how he wanted to. It would be better if he didn't know. I could handle this on my own, and Rose would help out when I couldn't.
I placed a hand gingerly on my stomach and leaned against the bathroom wall. My life just changed more than I could have ever imagined in a matter of minutes. I stared at the two pink lines and smiled. This would work out. I had to believe that.
(9 Months Later)
The sound of that sudden screech of crying was one of the most wonderful things I have ever heard in my twenty-four years of living, making the pain of labor worth it. Rosalie squeezed my hand she had been holding for the duration of the labor.
The tears streamed down my face as I stared down at the little girl in my arms and smiled at the familiarity I gazed upon. The soft light brown-red color of her hair reflected the perfect combination of both of her parents. My heart fluttered rapidly as the soft little hand brushed against my own. She was perfect. When the doctor came in asking the name all I had to do was look at her to know.
I smiled down at the beautiful baby cradled in my arms. "Isadora Esme Masen."
"Masen?" Rosalie asked incredulous.
"Without a doubt." I said confidently, smiling up at her. "I want her to be named after her father. He deserves that much."
"Esme?" Rosalie asked again, this time in confusion.
"She was the closest thing I ever had to a real doting, loving mom. She deserves it more than the alternative. I wish you could have met her Rose. She is one of the kindest people I have ever met." I smiled down at the beautiful little creature cradled in my arms. "Isadora Esme Masen." I cooed gently to her. "My sweet little daughter."
The months went by quickly turning into years. I had a baby book full of firsts fully documented, just incase he ever called or found out about Isadora. I wanted to make sure that even though he wouldn't get to be there for any of these things, that he would at least get a good glimpse of the experience. I wrote down in detail everything I could about each little thing. When, where, how. No detail was left out. First tooth, first time she crawled, first time she sat herself up, first time she wrapped her little hand around my finger, her first word, her first sentence. Nothing would be left out. He would appreciate that.
I had a photo album that fully documented her first few years of life, from her smiling to her crying. If she did something I found a way to get a picture of it. At the front of the photo album was a picture of him and I together, with the words Mom and Dad written under it. I showed her the photo album often and she always got the biggest grin when she saw his picture. She knew who her father was and even took to calling him 'daddy' when she would look at the picture of him. My heart ached and soared simultaneously every time she would do that.
Isadora was my world now. Her presence in my life made everything better. I couldn't help but smile at the strange and unexpected turns my life had taken over the last couple of years. Her eyes turned into a vibrant green a couple months after her birth. Every time I stared into the eyes of my little girl it was like seeing him. She was the spitting image of her father.
Rose has been there for me the whole time. Helping me with late night changing, babysitting whenever she could, helping feed Isadora. She was the perfect doting aunt, making me all but forget our parents' obvious lack of interest in any of us, other than throwing money our way when ever I asked them to come visit their grandchild. I was used to it by now.
My parents never were ones to show much emotion or love towards us. Instead they replaced all affection towards us with money. Rose and I accepted their way of showing affection long ago and instead formed a bond with each other. We are best friends. I don't know what I would do without her.
The drive home was taking longer than usual as I drove slowly through the rain. I smiled brightly at the thought of getting home to put my daughter to bed. Her smile always made the long days worth it. My mind drifted to distant memories sealed away, until a bright, blinding light pulled me from my thoughts.
Isadora was getting fussy as I tried putting her down for the night. The rain slapping down on the roof and against the windows was only making her more restless, though I knew she was tired. I glanced at the clock, it was later than I thought. Usually Tanya was home by now. I seldom had to put Isadora down for the night, Tanya made sure of it. The little girl loved her mom, and found it incredibly hard to sleep when it wasn't her mother who put her to bed.
I heard a knock at the door. Isadora looked at me questionably as I stared back down at her. "I'll be right back, sweetie." I cooed sweetly, trying to overcome the feeling of dread forming in my gut. "Try to sleep."
I leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead as another round of knocks broke the silence. I turned away from my niece and jogged towards the door, wrenching it open. Two men loomed in the doorway, dressed in blue, with solemn looks on their faces. My heart sank into my stomach as I shook my head back and forth in disbelief. My voice came out in nothing more than a whisper.
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