A/n- In all truth, I DO own Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, and Breaking Dawn- look on my bedside table!

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We headed down to where my truck was, as always, parked in the driveway. We had theorized that he was now physically 14 again.

I caught his shirt when he headed towards the drivers side.

"Are you old enough to drive?" I asked, a hint of teasing in my voice.

He huffed and rolled his eyes.

I swung into the cab, settling behind the wheel as he hopped into the passengers seat. His breathing was shaky as I took off, driving as fast as my truck would carry us. I looked over to see his arms wound around his shoulders, as if he were hugging himself.

"It's alright, Edward," I said softly, "I can understand that you're scared. Like I said, I would be too, if I had woken up 14. Everything must be so different.

"Oh, it is," he emphasized, his eyes widening, "like my height- just yesterday, I was almost a foot taller than you, and now, I'm almost a foot shorter than you."

I smiled warmly, trying to be understanding. I grabbed his hand, folding my own around it.

I gasped and immediately released his hand, letting it fall to the seat.

I immediately regretted it- he looked devastated, like I had just told him I was leaving him for Mike.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled disbelievingly, taking his hand again, "but your hand is almost warm!"

He frowned, his eyes confused as he pondered this.

I gasped again- his eyes!

"What is it now?" he asked, seeming alarmed at the notion of anything else being different.

"Your- your eyes!"

He leaned over to examine his eyes in the rear-view mirror; they were still golden, but peppered with flecks of a fiery emerald green color.

"They're turning green!" he exclaimed, "But, that only happens when-"

"Only happens when what?" I asked, turning into the mile-and-a-half long driveway to his home.

He hung his head, seeming mortified. "When vampires become…sexually aroused… their eyes return to their original color."

I gagged in shock.

"But I'm not!" he guaranteed me, "At least, not now."

"Have I made your eyes turn green before?" I asked shyly.

He hung his face in his hands. "Yes." he mumbled through his fingers.

"Does that include a….boner?" I questioned, my eyes widening, voice hushed.

He groaned, "Yes." he admitted, "You have managed to give me quite a few very painful erections."

I didn't reply- I was in total shock. A deep, burning blush crept up from my neck all the way to my ears. I had made Edward Cullen that way.

We pulled up to the house, awkwardness hanging like a thick smoke in the air. We both swung out of the cab and waltzed up to the door, pretending that we hadn't just discussed that.

"Whoa!" Jasper exclaimed from inside the house, "Somebody's ak-ward!"

"Something's happened," I called, "get Carlisle."

We crossed the threshold, swinging the door past us as we stepped in. Everyone flashed to the foyer gasping when they saw Edward's shrunken frame.

"What happened to him?" Esme demanded motherly.

"He's so small!" Emmett exclaimed, and, compared to himself, Edward was a midget. He looked so lanky and weak next to Emmett's muscular build.

"Let me see him." Carlisle said, remaining calm.

Edward stepped forward, and Carlisle's eyes bugged for a second.

"What happened to you, son?" he asked.

"I don't know." he said, his voice cracking and pitching even worse than before.

Everyone giggled except Carlisle and I- even Esme. Edward scowled and gave an unimpressive growl.

"You sound like a broken record, man." Jasper chuckled in his light southern drawl, "Or, should I say boy?"

Edward turned away from him, wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face in my chest, seeking comfort and protection.

Just like a little kid.

"Come on you guys!" I said, emotion heavy in my voice, "Imagine how scared he must be. How would you feel if you woke up 14 again?"

"God, this is like a bad sci-fi movie." someone, Alice maybe, grumbled.

There was a heavy, awkward silence before Carlisle spoke up.

"Well, I would like to examine him privately, just to see if I can figure out what is wrong and if I can reverse it."

I nodded and frowned deeply as Edward followed him up the stairs, looking back at me as he disappeared, his grip tight on the railing.

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ABOUT AN HOUR LATER

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"Bella, could you come up here, please?" Carlisle called from upstairs.

I ran, stumbling a few times as I struggled to hurry to Edward.

When I burst into the added-on doctors office (put there for me) I was shocked to see Edward slumped on the cot near the wall, Carlisle standing over him, an almost sad look on his face.

"What's wrong with him?!" I cried, rushing to Edward's side.

"Shh, Bella," Carlisle whispered, "he's sleeping."

"WHAT?!?!" I screamed in shock; Edward rolled over, mumbling.

"Yes- sit down, Bella. I have to talk to you."

I slowly lowered myself on to the cat, pulling Edward's head into my lap and running my fingers through his hair.

"I believe that Edward has come in contact with some jade sulphate- it is known to have many strange effects on vampires."

I nodded, my eyes on Edward's….sleeping….figure.

"And…I believe that Edward will continue to get younger, and, in this, he will become human again. Soon."

I gasped- Edward human?

"Is that why he's sleeping?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Bella, I never told you this, but you look and sound quite a bit like Elizabeth. In fact, you could be her sister."

My brow furrowed. "Who's Elizabeth?" I asked.

"Edward's long-departed mother." he said.

I gasped again. "His mother?"

He nodded. "Yes- I theorize that that is one of the reasons that he was attracted to you in the first place. You remind him of his mother. He would never admit it out loud, especially to you, but, he misses her dearly."

"Why wouldn't he tell me?"

"It would, in his mind, make him seem…" he trailed off, "You know what? I'm just going to say it- he thinks it would make him seem less masculine to you."

I chuckled disbelievingly. "He won't tell me that he misses his mother because it would make him seem less manly?"

He shrugged. "It's all a matter of psychology- masculinity is a very touchy issue in this house- for Edward especially."

I turned this over in my mind- I looked and sounded like Edward's mother- he missed her, but he wouldn't admit it. I could work this to my advantage, I thought.

"Edward," I cooed in his ear, trying to sound motherly, "what are you dreaming about, sweetie?"

He smiled unconsciously before mumbling "Bella, Bella, Bella,"

I grinned- he was dreaming of me. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close as I drifted off.

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THE NEXT MORNING

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Sun spilled, bright and warm, through the window as I opened my eyes.

Edward yawned, drawing my attention to him. I gasped- he was the size of an eight year old.

Suddenly, his eyes fluttered open. Another gasp- they were a fiery emerald green. His tiny body, curled up against mine, was warm, his face flushed a healthy pink color.

He was HUMAN.

"E-Edward?" I squeaked, my hands shaking as I reached up to caress his cheek.

"Bella?" he responded curiously, his voice now high-pitched and childish- no longer cracking.

"Come here," I said, my eyes tearing up as I held out my arms to him. He crawled into my lap and rested his head on my collarbone, letting his own tears spill over along with my own. His chest heaved as he sniffled, and I felt his tears running down my chest as he wrapped his arms around my neck, holding me close.

"What's happening to me, Bella?" he cried, sniffling again.

"I don't know, baby. I just don't know." I told him, kissing his forehead.

Suddenly, Carlisle came in and ushered me out, wanting to look Edward over again. I called to him before the door shut;

"I love you- you're going to be okay, I promise!"

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AN HOUR LATER

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After another one of Edward's grueling examinations, I heard him coming down the stairs. When he reached the bottom, Alice and Rose squealed.

"Look at him!" Rose said, pinching Edward's cheek, "Aren't you just the cutest human I've ever seen? Yes you are!"

He sneered at her before shoving her hand away (or at least trying) and wandering over to me. I kissed his cheek before mussing his hair playfully.

He grinned, but that grin fell away when Emmett and Jasper walked in.

"Well, look at you!" Jasper chortled.

"You're human!" Emmett gasped.

Edward squinted at them, as if he were trying to read something very far away.

Wait- read!

"Edward," I said, dropping to my knees to get eye level with him, "can you sill read minds, baby?"

He looked even harder at his brothers before hanging his head.

"Well?" everyone asked.

He shook his head sadly.

"I'm so sorry, Edward." I said hugging him.

He just kissed my temple, his lips unusually warm.

But Emmett was not so sorry.

"OH!" he cheered, "Hey, Eddie- what am I thinking? Oh, wait- that's right! You don't know!"

"Shut up!" Edward yelled, his face getting red.

"I think junior needs a nap." Jasper and Rose muttered in unison before everyone burst out laughing- everyone but me.

"Stop!" Edward whined, his tiny hands balling up into shaky fists.

"Alice, don't you have a Ouija board somewhere? We should get a hold of his mother and have her send him to time out!" Emmett howled.

Edwards hands fell limp at the mention of Elizabeth, his eyes widening. He inhaled in that way little kids do just before they cry, and his lower lip trembled.

Just then, he fell to his knees and started to wail. It was the single most heart breaking sound I had ever heard- I rushed up to him and scooped him up in my arms, holding him to me as he continued to sob.

Emmett, Rose, Alice and Jasper had stopped laughing; their faces were frozen in confusion as they stared at Edward, who had tangled his fingers into my shirt.

"You see what you did?!" I screamed at them, "You just made an eight year old cry!"

"But, why-" Emmett began.

I cut him off. "He misses his mother! Don't you see that? Or was it necessary for you to make him cry?!" I shouted.

"Momma," Edward whimpered, sniffling as a new torrent of tears spilled down his cheeks.

I walked away; from them, from their harsh, insensitive words, settling onto one of the white leather couches.

"Shh, shh. It's okay, Edward." I said soothingly, rubbing his back as his sobs quieted.

I began to rock back and forth gently, a troubled expression on my face as he cried himself to sleep.

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A/n- Heart breaking, huh? I cried writing this, and I kind of hope you'll cry reading it.

When I put 'started to wail.' I almost put 'started to cry', but then I looked up 'wail' in the dictionary- it was perfect. What do you think?

Wail

Make mournful cry: to express pain, grief, or misery in a long mournful high-pitched cry .

P.S- He's a 2-year-old next! :D